Good Witch or Bad witch characters: Gwen and Morgana/G/reincarnation/modern

While preparing to move cross country this February I made time to participate in the AG_Fics Short Batte II MC7 over on LJ. I am a masochist, that's why I did it. Anyway I wrote 34 AG short fills averaging 500 words a piece most of them about A/G. I find I am finally willing to clean them up and post them here. I will also be adding in my 14 fills from AG_Fics Short Battle I MC6, all will be published under the heading Tales of Camelot and cover a variety of settings, ratings and genres, enjoy.

One of many fills for the AG_short fic Battle (MC7). I would post the original prompt and who it was for, but I've lost that info.


"This is just ridiculous and prejudiced and just wrong!" Morgana shook her head. "I mean really, why does she have to be green? It's like she is not even human or something."

Guinevere shrugged and continued to flip through the magazine. She was fairly certain that Morgana was only thinking about watching The Wizard of Oz so she could have something to bitch about.

"It's the old prejudice that's what it is."

"Old prejudice?" Gwen asked.

"Yes against magic users." Morgana declared with an emphatic nod that made her long dark hair bounce.

"Against magic users? That's an interesting selection of words Morgana," Gwen looked up from her magazine and met her friends eyes. "Why not witches?" Gwen asked.

Ever since she'd met Arthur she'd been thinking it was time for a new roommate.

Morgana froze,red lips parted ever so slightly.

"You seem to be taking this very personally Morgana."

"What do you mean Gwen?"

A look of wariness crept in into Morgana's face now, her green eyes narrowed and there was the suggestion of fear them.

"Nothing," Gwen shrugged. "You just seemed really concerned about the depiction of green women in old movies, almost as if it were personal or something."

"No."

"Okay," Gwen tossed her dark curls over her shoulder and went back to flipping through the magazine a bit more.

Morgana lying to her, keeping secrets, well this was no surprise Morgana had done that before. She and Morgana had met at twelve years of age both had attended the same private school along with Merlin. Morgana had been eager to befriend both of them, protective and kind. Between her money, looks and fashion sense she could have easily been the most popular girl in school, but she'd slummed with the awkward black girl and the poor boy on scholarship.

She and Morgana were true friends now in this life, Gwen was certain of that. Their friendship had been fine until she'd met Arthur a month ago.

"Do you want some soda?" Gwen put the magazine down.

"Sure," Morgana said not looking away from the Wizard of Oz maybe the other woman really did like the film. "Thanks."

Gwen got up and headed for the kitchen. The moment Arthur's lips had touched hers something inside had shifted, unlocked. She could have gone through this life as Guinevere Smith, citizen of the United States, Black Woman, Chicago girl born and bred, opened a boutique and taught sewing workshops and pattern making for busy modern people. She could have done all of those things and had a fulfilling life, but then she met Arthur and her life swung in a new direction. The dreams of another life, another time had begun that very night.

Then again perhaps it was always going in that direction; after all she'd meet Merlin and Morgana at just twelve years-old.

Their kitchen was nice, modern, stainless steel appliances, marble countertops, a nice stone tile floor. Not something your average college kid could afford. She thought of Arthur growing up in his dilapidated mansion and scraping by in his tiny, over-priced Hyde Park studio. Quite a come down for the king of Camelot.

She got two glasses filled them with ice. Root beer for her, cola for Morgana. She thought about Morgana. How anti-war Morgana was, how anti-prejudice she was, how Morgana had so often seemed to know she and Merlin better than knew themselves.

"Magic users."

That is what Uther had called them then, that is what Morgana still called them.

How long had Morgana known?

She grabbed the glasses, too quickly and tipped one didn't fall off the counter, just poured its contents across the marble surface to leak onto the floor. But she didn't go for a paper towel or dish cloth. Gwen concentrated on the liquid, willed the soda to reverse itself, flow backwards into the glass and it worked. Something else had unlocked the moment she kissed Arthur, something Guinevere had never had before.

She poured Morgana a new glass of cola, wiped down the counter and cleaned up the sticky traces left behind by the spill. She was fairly certain she could trust Morgana this time and if not, well…She had the power.


-end first story