If Gwen chose Merlin...
Author's note: This is my first FanFic, please review honestly. Based on the characters from Merlin, a television show on BBC. I do not own these characters, I'm just playing with them.
"I saw what you just did, pretty brave", a voice to my left said. I tried to turn my head to look at the owner of the voice, but the stocks restricted my movement. "Thanks, but I'm sure it was more stupid than brave", I reply. The Voice seemed to acknowledge my struggle as they moved into my line of sight. To my surprise The Voice was a woman, the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. She had chocolate brown hair, pinned up in a knot on top of her head. A few waves of hair were loose, they framed her face perfectly. Her eyes were stunning, they felt warm as they met my own, it seemed as though they were looking into my heart, unlocking it's secrets."I'm Gwen by the way, short for Guinevere", she said, her voice as smooth as silk. "Pleased to meet you Gwen, I'm Merlin but most people just call me 'Idiot'". She giggled at that. I moved my hand slightly to indicate that I wished to shake her hand, she fell about with laughter as she shook my hand from the small hole in the stocks. I noticed some children standing a few feet away with baskets at their feet, no doubt filled with rotten food to throw at yours truly. "If you'll excuse me Gwen, my fans are waiting", I say nodding slightly in the direction of the children. "Oh", she says, with laughter still in her voice, "See you around, Merlin". "I look forward to it", I called as she walked away. I watched her until she turns a corner, onto a smaller street, ignoring the childrens' jeers and the food that hit me every few seconds.
When I returned home that evening Gaius could tell something was different. "You seem awful cheerful for someone who spent the day in the stocks", he said, a tone of accusation in his voice. "Do I?", I say, attempting to sound sombre. Gaius, of course, saw right through it. "Yes, you do". "I suppose I'm just positive by nature", I say, shrugging of his glare. "You're either drunk or you met a girl, which one is it?", he asks, his voice indicating that there was no point in denying both of them. Damn, how does this man know me so well. I shift awkwardly from one foot to the other and focus on the shelves behind him, refusing to meet his eyes. "You don't smell drunk", he says, he sounds worried, "Merlin I warned you about this, because of your gifts it is too dangerous for you to be in a relationship, unless the other person has magic as well!". I remembered how it felt when Gwen looked into my eyes, "Maybe she has magic too", I remember thinking. "How can you be sure?", Gaius asks, curiosity in his eyes. I hadn't realised I'd said that out loud. I told him about her eyes, the way it felt when our eyes met. Gaius laughed, "My boy the magic you speak of is love! You have fallen in love with this girl". I hung my head the way a puppy does when it knows it has done wrong, only I'm not sure how loving Gwen was wrong, it felt right. Gaius lifted my head up by the chin, "I'm sorry Merlin, but you're going to have to forget about her". I nod and excuse myself. I didn't sleep much that night.
The next day I saw her again. I was doing some rounds for Gaius, delivering medicines and herbs, and saw her at the other end of the market square. Despite Gaius' warnings I bought a few flowers from a young girl and rushed over to give them to Gwen. She was on her way to the wash-house, a basket of clothes in her arms. She seemed glad to see me. "I got these for you", I said, blushing as I handed them to her. She raised them to her nose and sniffed them. "They're lovely", she whispered, barely audible. She was blushing as well, this made me smile. She tucked the flowers carefully into her apron pocket. "When do you have time off?", I asked, eager to spend more than a few stolen minutes with her. "I have a few hours on Sunday afternoons", she replied, her smile too wide for her face. "Meet me at the edge of the forest?", I asked, "I look forward to it". I carried the basket for her and walked with her to the wash-house. "I have to go now", I lean forward to kiss her cheek but she steps back. "Not here". I stared awkwardly at my feet. She sighed. "I'll see you on Sunday Merlin". "Goodbye Gwen".