[Gwaine/OC - Arthur/Merlin - Gwen/Lancelot]
Disclaimer: Merlin's not mine, neither is Doctor Who or all the other references to shows I make.
'I took a long look in the mirror, taking in my grey eyes, long blonde hair with vanilla white streaks running through it and my ivory pale skin. With a heavy sigh, I turned around to face the rest of my room, saying goodbye to it in my mind.
I was going on a trip today, and I wasn't planning on coming back.
I had been having dreams of another time, of a man with dark hair and entrancing midnight blue eyes. For a bit I thought my imagination was simply acting up, but then I realized that it might also be something else. Something more.
So here I was, packing my things and getting ready to leave for the great city of Camelot.
The lost city of Camelot, mind you, but I had a feeling I knew where it was. I was sure my dreams would get more potent as I got closer'. I typed as a wide grin spread across my face.
I was a big fan of the TV show Merlin, by BBC. A big Merthur fan, at that. Because there was just something so damn slashable between Arthur and Merlin, it's just so easy to tweak it a bit and there we go. Slash. In fact, at times we don't even have to do anything to tweak it!
I chuckled a bit, pushing some of my shoulder-length black hair out of my face. I had gotten it chopped off last week for a dare. I didn't regret a second of it, though I often missed my long hair.
A knock at the door made my head snap up.
I raised an eyebrow, why would someone knock at the door? No one ever knocked at the door. My family lived across a whole ocean, in America. I had come to England to search for Camelot, if I could be lucky enough to locate it.
Meanwhile, I had gotten a small job at a local library in Cardiff, hoping that I could at least witness some weird alien-related things if I couldn't find Camelot.
Big fan of Doctor Who and Torchwood, really. Doctor/Jack forever. Literally!
I got off my spot at my computer, making my way to the door warily. I grabbed a dagger on my way there, of course it was just like me to have a dagger randomly hanging around. I was a bit of a weapons' freak.
"Who is it?" I demanded, my fully American accent loud and clear.
"Someone important" the voice said, sounding eerily familiar.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" I asked. I heard the person chuckle. The door flew open then, and two fingers were pressed to my forehead, the black sleeve blocking my view of the face.
"Yeah, I'm pulling a Castiel. Heads up," the person said. The last thing I saw was a flash of gold eyes before blacking out, the dagger still in my hand.
"Gaius, what do we do?" I heard a voice blearily through my groggy mind. It sounded strangely close to Merlin's voice, but it must have been my imagination.
My eyes cracked open slightly, blinking against the light, and I was surprised to find Colin Morgan's face inches from mine.
My eyes widened, taking in his attire.
"Am I on the Merlin set?" I asked the first thing that crossed my mind.
Colin looked confused.
"What?" he asked.
I suppose my question ad seemed really stupid to him, or at least caught him off-guard. It was quite obvious that I was on set, he was wearing his 'Merlin' outfit! Right down to the red scarf!
"Right, sorry, stupid question," I mumbled, sitting up.
I looked around, scanning the woods for tell-tale cameras but I could find none. Either they were really well hidden, or something very weird was going on. Never-mind the fact that I was teleported Castiel-style (big Supernatural fan, too).
"Excuse me miss, but where are you from?" he asked.
"Cardiff," I said, and the it hit me. Maybe Torchwood had it right all along and I had been thrown through the rift to land in the city of Camelot. With Colin Morgan as Merlin. I wish-
"Where?" Richard Wilson asked, this time. I hadn't even noticed him, though he was dressed up as Gaius.
"Cardiff. If we're in London-" Colin cut me off.
"But we're neither in Cardiff or London. We're just on the outskirts of Camelot," he said.
I was gob-smacked. So my theory had been right? Partially at least, since the result seemed to be right. Maybe I had just been hit in the head really hard.
"Gaius and I were gathering herbs when we saw you falling from a tree," he said.
Should I tell him the truth? Yes. He had magik, surely he'd understand.
"Right. Assuming you're Merlin, I have to tell you something. I'm from the future, the far future in which you're just a Legend. A myth," I explained.
It was now his turn to be shocked.
"The future?" he asked, his jaw evidently slightly slack. Gaius seemed wary, like he wasn't sure he should believe me.
I nodded.
"Yep. And I know about your... Secret," I said, hesitating on the last word and remembering the ban on Magik. Surely if the actor was the same, I could safely assume that I was essentially in the TV show.
"Which secret?" he asked warily. I grinned wickedly before coming in real close and whispering in his ear.
"You have magik, Merlin," I breathed. He looked considerably shocked.
"H-How do you know?" he stuttered. I shrugged and stood up, wiping myself down.
"Because I'm bloody brilliant. And apparently, I know everything," I said off-handedly, giving him a quick once-over and resisting my fan-girl urges to squeal and jump his bones.
Gaius looked like he had sucked on a lemon.
"What are you?" he demanded. I stared at him before deciding to totally rip off BBC. It's not like they existed yet anyways.
"I'm a Time Lord," I said, completely serious.
I was very happy right then that I was such a big Doctor Who fan.
"A what?" Merlin asked, looking shocked again. Well, more than before, really.
"Time Lord. A race of ancient beings that see through the strands of time. I had a TARDIS before, that's Time And Relative Dimensions In Space, but I kinda lost it when I got sucked through the rift. The rift is a rupture in the fabric of Time and Space that runs right through Cardiff, the city I was in before I landed here," I explained.
I had to restrain giggles at the faces they were making. They looked like they'd gotten slapped across the face.
I remembered right before waking up, the person that mentioned pulling a Castiel. She, because of the voice, had sounded familiar. Way too familiar, now that I think about it.
And after even further consideration, I realized that this was the best opportunity for me to con Merlin and Arthur into admitting their love for each-other and making out together.
"What do you mean, 'see through the strands of time'?" Merlin asked, snapping me out of my revery. I decided to pull a Doctor.
"You know how the Earth revolves?" I asked, unsure of whether or not they knew this by then. He nodded, so I continued on.
"It's like when you're a kid. The first time they tell you that the world's turning and you just can't quite believe it 'cause everything looks like it's standing still," I had stared off into space, so I returned my gaze to Merlin's.
"I can feel it," I took his hand,
"The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at 1,000 miles an hour and the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at 67,000 miles an hour, and I can feel it. We're falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go..." I trailed off, letting go of Merlin's hand.
"That's who I am," I finished.
He stared at me with his eyes wide as I internally fluffed my feathers, proud to have had the same effect on Merlin as the 9th Doctor had on Rose when he told his speech.
"But that doesn't explain how you can see through time," Gaius said. I pouted, upset my well-rehearsed speech hadn't had any effect on the medic.
"It's a Time Lord thing. Now, did someone mention Camelot?" I asked, grinning and rubbing my hands together conspiratorially.
A/N: Now, I know I'm supposed to update my other ones, but whatever. Review for updates and no, there will be not actual elements of Doctor Who or Supernatural or whatever except for the fangirlish tendencies of my OC to RP and reference.