Disclaimer: My wishing star has serious issues

Warning: Slash, Mpreg, and bad sarcasm

Chapter One

Worrisome Woes and Worried Working

Week One and Two

He never thought the dark, underground cavern he was imprisoned in would ever cause any harm to him. Besides the taking of his freedom and the nearly complete solitude, the cavern wasn't completely bad...until...

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The dragon coughed as water slid down the wrong part of this throat, how he'd managed to become distracted like that, he wasn't sure.

His stomach ached this morning for some reason, but at least the sensation had moved from his upper chest near his heart.

Kilgharrah was glad for the lack of Merlin's panicked visits.

Careful of the rough, uneven rocky perch, Kilgharrah let out a low sigh as he settled down and began to doze off. Grateful for the lack of sound from the bats overhead as he slipped into much needed rest.

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Camelot went one day without a single major conflict causing Merlin coming to bug Kilgharrah for advice and wanting to know what to do.

Kilgharrah awoke to...well he didn't know what awoke him, he figured it was morning since the bat's were still settling in.

Early morning at that, there were bats still flying in from a night of hunting.

The dragon tried to ignore it and go back to sleep, until...

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He jerked upright and started throwing up.

Kilgharrah now not only hated Karma, but fully believed it, two days ago he'd been in a decent mood while talking with Merlin, then suddenly had turned snappish and irritable, half from his queasy stomach and the rest out of the blue. Obviously a terrible morning after was his reward.

A deep groan rolled from his throat just as fast as the nausea emptied his stomach.

He'd never felt this bad, and now he wished he wasn't so far beneath the castle that Gaius could hear him easily, the physician's presence was a small dampener on the misery of his prison, and right now it would be euphoria.

And unfortunately he wouldn't get any relief from this for quite some time.

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Merlin walked down to Kilgarrah's cavern, foregoing the torch for a small ball of light floating in his hand.

Kilgharrah was sleeping on his perch, but it was a rough sleep, he shifted back and forth like he was trying to keep his massive body from putting too much pressure on is stomach.

Before Merlin could softly clear his throat to attract the dragon's attention, Kilgharrah abruptly awoke with what sounded like gagging and a low moan.

"Blast it! I'll never get any sleep at this rate..."

Merlin coughed slightly, looking down for a moment as Kilgharrah's tired, squinting eyes settled on him.

"I'm...going to guess you want me to forget about that?"

The dragon nodded then sat up to relieve the ache in his stomach from his weight bearing down on it.

"Well? What brings you down here young warlock?"

"Oh, Gaius wanted me to remind you of some yearly meeting with you, he said he'd be down tomorrow."

Kilgharrah hesitated in giving his reply, Gaius had insisted after the second year of his imprisonment to annually check on the nearly constant wounds on his ankle where the shackle bit into his scales; while it was irritating, the visits were something to look forward to as the months and years had dragged on.

"Thank you Merlin."

The teen nodded and took a step back, as if to leave, only to face the dragon again, "Are you feeling alright?"

The dragon actually hesitated this time, "I'm fine Merlin, just tired, lack of anything to do makes for weary bones when I do move too much."

The human was satisfied with that and nodded before leaving with a wave, the dragon nodding in reply.

Luckily he couldn't have left at any better time because as soon as the boy's footsteps had reached the top of the entrance tunnel Kilgharrah had to scramble down the rock perch and bring up the very few bats he managed to eat earlier.

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The next afternoon the dragon lay on the rock floor limply, exhausted to the bone, his stomach refused to stop rebelling any food and it was really hurting.

Footsteps came from the human entrance, but it wasn't Merlin calling out to him, Gaius stood quietly, only tapped his foot on the stone twice.

A quick, mental spell resounded from the dragon; and the stairs appeared.

Gaius took his time getting to the dragon, knowing he was most likely not in that great of a mood if what Merlin had told him about lack of sleep was true.

Kilgharrah lifted his head to watch Gaius carefully examine the callous like scar tissue on his ankle, the physician never commenting or letting his hands linger in one place for too long.

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Kilgharrah had set his head down after a moment or so, knowing Gaius wouldn't rush or do something stupid.

The man walked to his head silently, either to say he was leaving or to comment on his ankle.

"The scar tissue hasn't changed much since last year, I don't believe you'll have any trouble from it unless you thrash about hard enough."

The dragon just nodded, internally wincing at the building nausea, again.

Gaius must have started talking again, because the buzzing in his ears wasn't the awful feeling growing in his throat.

And Kilgharrah could only hope Gaius would leave soon before...

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Too late.

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Gaius waited silently, just gently stroking the dragon's cheek, the only part he could reach from how Kilgharrah was crouching.

It took the dragon several minutes to fully settle his aching stomach, only to nearly collapse back onto the stone with a deep groan.

"And how long has this been going on?"

"Nearly a fortnight now."

"Mmhmm..."

Gaius gently ran his hand along the dragon's neck and then side as he walked to the dragon's stomach, then waited until the dragon exhaled before pushing against the abdomen, hard.

"...*OOMPH*..."

That was really uncomfortable, not painful, but Kilgharrah was pretty sure if Gaius hadn't stopped a second later that it would have started hurting really soon, only thing that Kilgharrah noticed was his stomach wasn't pushed down with hte pressure, instead something pushed against Gaius' hands.

"Do you know what this is already, or would you rather I say?"

Kilgharrah shook his head, he hadn't a clue, but he was extremely miserable.

"Kilgharrah..."

Gaius hesistated, a little unsure exactly how worn the dragon was and whether he'd lash out aggressively in reaction to the news...

"You're..."

"W-wha-ah..."

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Kilgharrah groaned again, he was really getting tired of this vomiting, and especially since he hadn't eaten since early yesterday morning and had retched that up an hour later.

His voice shook slightly, "What is it Gaius, and please tell me you can stop it..."

The dragon was nearly begging, the tremor in his voice wasn't faked.

"You're pregnant."

Merlin fingered through an old Druid book Gaius had hidden for many years, searching for something that mentioned anything on dragon anatomy or the like.

It had been a shock for the Great Dragon to hear what was ailing him, and then another one for Merlin.

Gaius was now resting before a small feast Uther was holding, trying to combat a headache caused by repeating complex information twice over and then trying to give explanations to increasingly harder questions.

The basics were:

Kilgharrah somehow conceived, whether by magical means or something else, the dragon really didn't know.

He was definitely pregnant with at least one fetus, whether there were more, Gaius couldn't tell and the dragon was too weak to use magic.

He possibly could have been pregnant for quite sometime, (several years or more) and just now had really started reacting.

He was "one and a half weeks" pregnant, and at this stage where he was showing symptoms, he had just over two and half months left, total of three months.

The main difficulty besides the usual wasn't what would happen after the labor, but more about Uther's reaction now...

In the current conditions, Kilgharrah wouldn't live past the second month...

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Uther grumbled as he stiffly walked to his bed chambers, the feast had gone late into the night, and the king was paying for it.

Gaius awaited him, having replaced the king's own personal servant for the night, saying he had something important to discuss privately.

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"Well, Gaius...*yawn*...what did you want to talk about in private?"

The physician suddenly became uneasy as he fiddled with a tunic he would deliver to the laundry on his way to his chambers.

"Gaius? What is it?"

"It's...about..."

"Who or what?"

"Who..."

"Well..."

Gaius turned away for a moment, looking out a window and coincidentally letting his eyes fall on the dragon constellation.

His voice was a whisper when he spoke again, "It's Kilgharrah, the dragon beneath Camelot..."

Uther held back a growl, something in Gaius' voice made him pause.

"What...about him?"

"He's...expecting..."

Uther was lucky he was next to his bed at that time, because he fainted.

Well? Whatcha think?

Too Harsh?

Too abnormal?

Too weird?

Too...uhh...my brain is fried, and I'm running out of words...

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