Title: Being Arthur: Shield
Author: sue
Rating: PG13
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Gwen
Spoilers: None
Word count: 700+
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine. Oh, woe me.
A/N: I almost forgot I wrote this piece. This story comes about when a friend and I, we were talking about the how hot and awesome the kid who plays Mordred will be when he grows up and becomes the smoldering villain. We had this conversation back in Season 2, I believe. Anyways, hope you'll enjoy this. Thanks!
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The darkness was a tangible being, smothering and bearing down on her. The relief she felt was massive when something flashed in the dark, a glint of metal catching the scarce light and Gwen turned instinctively to its source. But a surprised gasp passed across her stiff lips at her body's inability to move. A beat passed, a terrifying pause of unsuccessful struggling as fear clawed down her spine and she doubled her effort to break free.
A mocking laughter stopped her struggle, the scornful tone feels familiar, a distant memory of the past. "They never learn, did they? And I suppose you won't either."
The black shadow that was dancing at the edge of her vision stepped into her line of sight and Gwen stiffened in reaction.
"You can't fight me." The hood of his dark cloak hid most of his features and his voice belongs to a stranger but his eyes, the colour of steamy sapphire stared with disdain into her dark ones and Gwen suddenly was shoved back to the past. A time when she was still blissfully ignorant as she hovered behind her lady's shoulder as they tend to a feverish boy. The young boy had bright clear blue eyes, filled with fear and growing hope but these eyes..
"You will be my shield, Guinevere Pendragon." His cloak trailed lightly over her skin when he leaned closer and she couldn't imagine a worse fate than being imprisoned in her own body, robbed off the ability to move so she couldn't even retort something back.
"When the time comes, you will be by my side. That is a promise."
The cold whisper of his chilly breath washing over her skin was the last thing she remembered. And then, there was nothing.
She woke up in stages. She could sense how the warm sun was dancing against her fingers before she was aware of the sheer silence that draped over her like wet linen. It took her a few heartbeats before she can pick up on the thump of desperate footsteps a few feet away.
Gwen nearly recoiled back when something cool was pressed over her forehead, followed by soft murmur of a calm voice.
"Tell me something, Gaius." The despair in his voice was like a sword stabbing into her heart and she almost turned to him. To sooth, to ease his pain. "Anything. Anything at all."
"Physically, she is fine my lord." The physician's voice was smooth, appeasing in the face anguish. "I couldn't find anything wrong with her."
"But why.."
"She'll come to." Gaius left her side to stop Arthur's feverish pacing and Gwen forced her eyelids to open.
"This must be a work of magic. I.."
"Merlin is working on that, and you're needed elsewhere my lord. The knights need to.."
"I can't.. no, I can't leave her. Not yet."
"I understand but.."
"Ar.. Arthur?" The hoarse voice didn't sound like hers but the firm grip on her fingers was his.
"You're awake." Gwen forced her head to turn to him and swallowed painfully at the naked relief in his eyes. "I was so worried."
"What.. what happened?" she forced the words out from her dry lips.
"You collapsed during last night's feast and no one can do anything to wake you up." He brought her knuckles to his lips and she can only breathe when he pressed his lips to the underside of her wrists as he murmured, "I've been out of my mind."
"I.." she swallowed back any mentions of Mordred when Arthur's weary face breaks into a shaky smile. Now is not the time. Gwen knew without a doubt that he will be back and they will face him when the time comes but she just wants to be around her husband right now. "I'm just glad to be back."
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THE END
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