I don't own BBC's Merlin or any of its characters...but I am a big fan, and this is merely for fun and nonprofit purposes. This isn't finished yet, but I needed to get it on here so it'd give me incentive to finish it. This is a story that is close to my heart as I have personally witnessed losing a loved one's affection to the memory loss from a concussion. One day I wondered how Gwen would deal with Arthur losing his memory of her...so I started this. I do apologize, it's not finished but I promise I will finish it! Until then, I hope you enjoy the very beginning...commenting is love :)
She could do nothing. It was out of her hands, and Guinevere knew it.
She wiped the tears from her face and breathing deeply, pulled her hair out of her face, trying to acquire some of her dignity back.
Arthur's fall had been no one's fault, least of all his own. The shocking news that he did not remember certain people in his life was disturbing enough, but the look in his eyes as he passed her in the castle corridors, or rather, the lack of a look, was horribly terrifying. She could honestly say that she had never before known such loss. Her Father died loving his daughter and knowing her love in return, but with Arthur it was not so. With his memory loss she lost not just a love but her dearest friend. She had wanted to marry this man who now could not even distinguish her face from any other servant in the castle! All the memories, all the time spent together; comfort, love, words of wisdom, special moments…seemingly lost forever. Arthur Pendragon as she knew him had vanished, seemingly forever.
This loss had been great; Arthur didn't even know what made him get up the morning anymore. He spent his days wandering the castle, touching the ancient statues as if they might tell him the secrets he had forgotten. And Gwen could not comfort him; she could not hold his face in her hands and whisper that he would be all right. It drove her mad to watch him day after day suffering in silence in his loss of identity, without the ability to comfort him.
One day Gwen had been carrying a tray of fruit through the halls, thinking of none other than the man who had so quickly disappeared from her life. When the same figure appeared in front of her, she could not turn in time and she fell into the Crown Prince of Camelot.
She hurriedly apologized, trying to gather up the dropped food when his hand reached down to her. She took his hand without thinking and smiled warmly at him, forgetting herself. Arthur looked down at her and visibly froze for a moment, recognizing something there in the loving gaze she gave him.
Instantly he looked down at his hand, which was still entwined with Gwen's, and quickly withdrew it. Hurt swallowed Gwen as she watched him hurriedly walk the opposite direction, leaving her hand tingling and her heart emptier than it had been before.
This was going to take some getting used to…and yet, she knew that she never really would.