AN: Hey, don't really know where this came from. The idea just sort of hit me one day and I thought I'd give it a try. The first few chapters will contain serious content, hence the T rating but after that it should be mainly fluff. Feel free to offer suggestions for future one-shots.

"Come on Arthur! Pick up your sodding phone!" Morgana claimed as she paced around clutching her mobile phone in her hand as she listened to the toneless voicemail response for the tenth time in under five minutes. Stabbing the hang-up button, Morgana quickly scrolled through her contacts to find Uther's number. If Arthur wouldn't listen to her, he would definitely listen to their father.

Uther had been chairing the lawyer's staff meeting which had been frequently interrupted with the repeated buzzing noise of a mobile phone on vibrate. Like a teenager in a classroom, Arthur's hand slipped into his pocket and pressed the hang-up button before after the seventh call, he switched his phone off. As Uther went back to the meeting, his office phone rang. Frustrated with the constant interruptions, Uther grabbed his phone harshly.

"Who is it?" Uther demanded.

"It's me Dad. Is Arthur there, I need to speak to him now. It's an emergency." Morgana gabbled and Uther, aware that his daughter's panicked state was highly uncharacteristic, handed the phone over to Arthur.

"Hello?" Arthur asked.

"Do you not know how to answer a phone?" Morgana shouted causing Arthur to wince and hold the phone away from his ear.

"I'm here now, what's wrong?" Arthur asked it had to be something important for Morgana to be making this much of a fuss, calling their father in order to bellow at him.

"I'm at the hospital." Morgana replied and she took a breath in order to get control over her own fears and emotion as she prepared herself to tell Arthur the most important part. "Gwen's collapsed. I don't know what's going on so you need to get here right now."

"I'm on my way." Arthur replied and he threw down the phone and all but ran out of the room, ignoring his father and colleagues calls for him to come back. Instead Arthur sprinted to his office, grabbed his jacket and car keys, snapped at his PA to inform any callers that he was unavailable before haring down three flights of stairs, into the car park and driving like a maniac through the town to get to the hospital. Morgana was waiting at the entrance to the hospital and she quickly relayed what had happened not even an hour previously.

"This was a really good idea." Gwen commented as she and Morgana sat in a coffee shop, taking a break from a long overdue day of serious retail therapy.

"I think I really needed it." Morgana nodded as Gwen winced and hugged her stomach. "Gwen, are you all right?"

"I think that chocolate cake went down the wrong way." Gwen replied as she attempted to stand, swayed, clutched her stomach before falling to the floor.

"Gwen? Gwen!" Morgana shouted as she and one of the counter staff tried to place Gwen in the recovery position as another customer dialled 999. Morgana kept a tight hold of her friend's hand as the paramedics arrived and took her away in the ambulance. As soon as they arrived at the hospital, Gwen was whisked off and all Morgana could do was reach for her mobile and attempt to call Arthur.

Having heard what happened; Arthur got to his feet and began pacing around the room. They had been in this situation before but he refused to let his mind consider it had happened again. It couldn't happen again. Lightning didn't strike twice. There had to be other explanations for Gwen's collapse like a burst appendix. Even though she'd had her appendix removed when she was fifteen. It couldn't be this, not after last time. Arthur raked a hand through his hair and continued pacing worriedly around the room before turning to Morgana who was sitting watching him.

"Go home Morgana. I'll be here when Gwen's better and I'll tell you what happened." Arthur said and Morgana shook her head.

"No. I'm not leaving you, either of you." Morgana replied. Arthur sat down beside his sister and allowed her to hug him as they waited for what seemed like an eternity for a doctor to arrive.

"Family of Guinevere Pendragon?" the doctor, a middle aged woman who's name badge read Dr Annis Caerleon asked. Arthur and Morgana got to their feet.

"That's us. I'm her husband Arthur. This is my sister Morgana." Arthur replied and Dr Annis looked at him sympathetically.

"I'm afraid I will need to speak to you privately Mr Pendragon. Perhaps your sister would like to be with Gwen in case she wakes up." Annis offered kindly and Morgana nodded as a nurse came and escorted her to the ward Gwen was in. as Morgana and the nurse left, Annis turned to Arthur and looked at him with a look of professionalism but sympathy in her eyes. It seems that she too remembered that they had met like this before and she led the way to her office. The moment they entered the room, Arthur turned to the doctor.

"It happened again didn't it?" Arthur asked without preamble.

"I'm afraid so. I'm very sorry Mr Pendragon." Annis replied and Arthur got to his feet.

"I need to see her." Arthur said and Annis led him to the ward where Morgana was sitting next to Gwen who was still unconscious. Morgana looked at him curiously but Arthur just handed her his car keys and promised to explain at a later time. As Morgana left, throwing curious glances back at her brother and sister-in-law, Arthur sat at his wife's side and reached for her hand, squeezing it tightly.

The first thing Gwen was aware of was the painful ache in her lower stomach, like period pains but ten times worse than any she ever experienced. Then she became aware of that powerful overwhelming smell that only existed in hospitals. Thirdly she felt a pressure on her hand as though it were being gripped very tightly. Gwen stirred to see Arthur sitting beside her, squeezing her hand tightly with tears in her eyes. As she slowly woke up, she began recalling what had happened. How she had felt a crippling pain in her lower stomach before it all went dark. Gwen looked at Arthur and as brown eyes found the blue, she knew what had happened.

"No," Gwen whispered, shaking her head as tears pricked her eyes.

"I'm sorry Guinevere," Arthur replied as he kissed her forehead and sat on the edge of the bed to hug her tightly. Together they both cried for the loss of their unborn baby, the second one to have been lost this way in as many years.

Gwen had struggled to fall pregnant and the first time she had, they had gotten excited and told all of their family and friends almost the moment they had had the pregnancy confirmed. Then when she was nearing the four-month mark, Gwen had began experiencing pains and collapsed at the residential home where she worked as a carer. The physical pain had been nothing in comparison to the emotional pain of not only miscarrying her child but the look of heartbreak on Arthur's face and having to inform their families about the miscarriage. They had only found out two weeks ago that Gwen was pregnant again and this time, they had decided to be cautious. Nobody knew about the baby and the pain of losing a second child this way hurt even more than the first.

"We'll get through this." Arthur said, wiping away his own tears. It had torn their hearts out to lose another baby before he or she had been born but as long as they had each other, they would hopefully get through this horrific ordeal.

Gwen nodded against his chest. "I know we can."