We were at Merlin's house now. Gaius left a note saying he'd gone out and he'd be back by the end of the day. The note had said why he was out, but I was too panicky to remember. My inner monologue and given up and seemed to be laughing hysterically. I wanted to join in.
On the way, Merlin realised he'd forgotten to ask me my name. I didn't want to use my own name because it, like me, was lame. I thought for a moment. "Er, Chell.", I had said. (AN: if u dont kno wat portal 2 is de prep so get da hell ot of here11). He asked me if that was my real name. I had said no and we left it at that.
The walk to the house felt like it took months. I always thought that I'd be entranced and delighted by the sights of Camelot, but I felt nothing. I was far too nervous and scared. This was supposed to have been a dream come true. Needless to say, it did not feel like that one tiny bit. Despite myself, I'd been hoping for a glimpse of Arthur or another knight or something. No such luck there either, and that was probably a good thing. Another emotion would have unhinged me entirely.
Now, I was at the table, eating a warm, disgusting, semi-solid something, with bits floating in it. Merlin had fixed it up for me and I really couldn't bear to tell him what I thought of his culinary skills. I racked my brains for something to say, but I couldn't think of anything to say. Already, I had almost called him Colin. I couldn't afford another gaffe like that.
"Erm, you can go upstairs and wash up if you want", he told me "...Chell" he added, looking at me, like, in my face. My stomach fluttered but I knew it wasn't that kind of stare, so I looked back at him, a bit defiantly, I'm afraid, and then went to wash and closed the door behind me.
Chell. She was one of my favourite characters in any story ever, the brave heroine from the Portal series, special because she never gives up. We even looked a bit alike, I willed myself to think, with dark hair and dark complexion. I was even behaving a little like her, not talking much. OK, I thought to myself. What am I going to do? How am I going to...survive? Survival. It's come to bloody survival, I thought.
Everything here, was so medieval, but it followed the 'No Particular Era' thingy of the show. Merlin had a fair number of anachronisms. In one of the episodes, the villainess wore high-heeled shoes, which were invented a little later than the medieval era. I always wondered about the toilet situation mainly because the streets weren't paved with, well, crap. Not that I think about it a lot, I just did that once. Or twice.
So anyway, the toilet was actually a regular one, like the ones at home, a bit. I remembered vaguely reading about the history of toilet seats, but I couldn't remember the actual contents. And then, pretty much suddenly, I had an idea about what I was going to do. And, picture me rubbing my hands in glee saying this, it wasn't strictly legal.
OK, it wasn't very exciting. But it was good, I thought. I was a student of maths and science. I was in a medieval-era I could, from time to time, publish little principles and theories that hadn't yet been discovered, surely I could get by. Also they'd be named after me. Or rather Chell. I'd also probably have to get a day job. Almost immediately, I fell upon palace maid. It'd be useful to work there. Plus, if I lived there, in the servants' quarters, of course, I'd be closer to the action, and resources and try to figure out what the hell was going on. Yes, I thought, this could work. Fenoglio did something like this in Inkspell, and it worked for him. For a while.
This was getting almost exciting. Yay.
********************************************************************************************************Author's note: Wow, funny saying that, author's note. OK, sorry I updated so late, I wasn't planning on doing it at all, but I have major exams going on right now and this is quite a stress-buster. Couple of things I'd like to say. First: I haven't watched Merlin in ages and I've forgotten a lot of the details, so if you find any discrepancies, I hate to say this, but maybe you could treat it as an AU fic or something. Second: Sorry for all the shout outs, especially the My Immortal one, but I just couldn't help myself. Third: Yeah, the character is a self insert, I'm not giving any names, but she is me. And I'm fairly loserish and I'm trying to accurately depict what I would do as opposed to what I'd like to have done. Fourth: Sorry for this obscenely long note. Thanks for reading!
