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Gwaine's flat was nearly filled to the brim with friends and people from the studio. Arthur was babbling to Gwen about having an official work party for the upcoming tour, to wish them luck, in the coming week. An official announcement of the joint-tour would come out on Monday morning (in three days), and tickets would go on sale Thursday. Arthur was planning the party for Saturday night.

"Is that really a good idea?" Gwen asked with a raised brow.

"Course it is. It'll be great," Arthur said. He wondered why Gwen always seemed to doubt him.

'I Bet You Look Good on the Dance Floor' was blaring from the iPod speakers and Freya had grabbed Merlin's hands, and the two jumped up and down manically. Morgana thought it was odd, since Merlin always seemed to be so reserved, but he must've been comfortable around people he knew. Still didn't make him any less odd.

Lancelot leaned against the wall, watching them with a small smile. Barmy, those two. He had been chatting with Nimueh, who then ended up challenging Will, Gwaine, and Percival to a game of poker at a nearby table. Morgause was dancing with Cenred, her guest for the night. Morgana lingered in the corner with a bottle of beer, watching everyone have fun. Well, Gwen was talking business, so maybe that wasn't fun. Maybe she should've invited Alvarr to go with her, despite having kneed him in the groin earlier.

"I bet you look good on the dance floor, don't know if you're looking for romance or I don't know what you're looking for," Freya sang along, letting go of Merlin and dragging Lancelot to dance.

He jumped up and down slowly, before getting into it and Merlin laughed. Lancelot spun Freya around, and Merlin took the opportunity to head out to the balcony for some air.

Morgana looked around, wondering if she should go try to make some conversation with someone. She hated that people assumed she was a snob. She wasn't really that horrible a person. She was just uneasy around most people.

She made her way through the group of Gwaine's friends who were dancing and reached the balcony. Everyone else was occupied. Merlin was just standing there, on his own, much like her.

"Hi," she greeted awkwardly.

Merlin turned around, "Hi," he smiled a bit, "too stuffy in there?"

"Something like that," Morgana scratched her arm, "look, we sort of got off on the wrong foot at the meeting the other day, and I wanted to apologise."

She didn't really want to apologise. She was being nice for the sake of the tour. For the sake of their sanity. Merlin didn't seem the type to bicker and he was always calm, but there was something about the way he carried himself that suggested his outward appearance didn't quite fit. Or maybe he was truly serene and sensible, and Morgana was just projecting. That was also a possibility.

"No need," Merlin genuinely smiled, "we're going to be working together, in a way, so, friends?"

Morgana nodded, "Friends."

They remained silent and Morgana itched for a cigarette. She was usually more of a social smoker, Morgause was the healthier of the two, and Nimueh only smoked when stressed. Would she be horribly rude if she started smoking right now?

Merlin turned back to look out the balcony and into the courtyard. He took a deep breath and moved to head inside. He stopped next to Morgana and moved his arm forward.

"Going in?" he asked.

"Not now," she shook her head.

He nodded and brushed past her, moving towards the noise and ruckus. He smelled like the woods. Green leaves and trees and rough bark and quiet and the woods.


By the time Morgana rejoined the party, Nimueh had a huge pile of chips in front of her, Morgause and Cenred had left (after Morgause popped out to the balcony to tell her she was leaving), Gwen, Lancelot, and Freya were arguing about who should play the piano to liven things up since the music had stopped, and Merlin and Arthur were annoying each other.

"Merlin, you play," Freya said finally, settling the issue.

Lancelot nodded, Gwen smiled, and Arthur rolled his eyes. Merlin sighed and sat himself down in front of Gwaine's keyboard, which was rarely used. It had originally been Will's when the lads were flatmates, but after coming into some money Will had bought himself a new piano and left Gwaine this one.

Gwaine was currently tearing through his room trying to find his iPod charger. The little bugger disappeared just when it was needed.

Merlin started to play the beginning of Hopeless Wanderer by Mumford and Sons, and Freya started to sing.

"Heard my voice, I came out of the woods by choice," Freya sang quietly.

"Shelter also gave their shade, and in the dark I have no name," Merlin added his voice to Freya's.

Morgana listened and tried not to be impressed. So that's why they were so good together when performing. Merlin had a low voice that had a rumble, while Freya's voice was soft and sweet.

"So leave that click in my head, and I will remember the words that you said," Merlin sang on his own, then, "C'mon someone, join in."

Gwen had somehow found her way next to Morgana, and nudged her in the ribs. Morgana knew the song, hell they all did. Morgana looked at Gwen in exasperation and wrinkled her nose. Fine, then.

"Left a clouded mind and a heavy heart, but I am sure we will see a new start," Morgana sang with a clear voice.

Merlin's mouth quirked into a minute smile, "So when your hope's on fire/But you know your desire/Don't hold a glass over the flame/Don't let your heart grow cold," he sang with Morgana.

Everyone else joined in by the last two lines, "I will call you by name/I will share your road/ But hold me fast, hold me fast/Cos I'm a hopeless wanderer/Hold me fast, hold me fast/Cos I'm a hopeless wanderer/Wrestled long with my youth/We tried so hard to live in the truth/But do not tell me all is fine/When I lose my head I lose my spine."

Everyone's voices faded, leaving Merlin tinkering at the piano keys, and Morgana still singing.

"So leave that click in my head/And I will remember the words that you said/You brought me out from the cold/Now how I long how I long to grow old," Morgana sang quietly before stopping abruptly.

Merlin stopped playing and stretched his fingers.

"And you two don't want to duet," Arthur raised a brow.

Merlin and Morgana exchanged a glance. They had just become 'friends'. One group sing-a-long meant little.

"Your voices are good together," Freya said, glancing between the two.

"We're not going to duet on tour, Arthur. This is fun, this isn't work," Morgana said.

Merlin let out a little sigh of relief. Singing a duet together wasn't the part Merlin didn't want. It was the writing a song part he was worried about. Writing was so personal, and he and Morgana had just met. Hell, it'd taken him years to show Freya and Will anything he'd written, and they'd known each other since primary school.

The music came over the iPod speakers, and Gwaine grinned, "Found my charger. Party saved," he announced.

"I'm glad my singing ruined the party," Merlin smiled.

"Only always," Will told him good-naturedly.


Morgana shrugged on her jacket and checked the time on her mobile. It was nearing midnight. She had time to go to The Pulse for a bit, didn't she?

Percival and Gwaine were lounging on the couch, Arthur, Gwen and Will were playing cards (well, Will was losing because he wasn't paying attention, he kept checking his phone for messages, possibly from a girl), Lancelot was trying to push the furniture back into place, and Freya and Merlin were washing and drying the dishes.

Nimueh had left after getting a call from whom Morgana assumed was her new boyfriend, leaving her and Gwen on their own. Gwaine's friends had bailed about fifteen minutes ago to go to a pub, and Gwaine said he and Percy would join them later.

Morgana bit her lip, "I'm heading out."

"To the Pulse?" Gwen raised a brow from her spot near the table.

"Yep," Morgana nodded.

"Have fun," Freya smiled, dish in hand. They looked so domestic that it made Morgana feel uneasy for some reason. Freya was drying the dishes Merlin handed to her, a small towel resting on his shoulder.

Morgana suddenly got an idea. Mordred was practically obsessed with her and Merlin.

"Hey, do you want to come with me?" Morgana asked, "you too, Merlin."

"I've got to clean up since Gwaine won't," Freya said, shooting a glare at her half-asleep friend. She knew he'd go to the pub, get drunk, return home, and repeat the cycle, completely forgetting to clean.

"I'll finish cleaning up," Lancelot offered, heading towards the kitchen, "you two go."

Merlin remained silent and watched the exchange between Lancelot and Freya. He didn't like clubs, but he didn't like doing dishes, either.

"Sure?" Freya said uncertainly.

"Positive. Go on," Lancelot smiled.

"You're actually the best, everyone else can go home," Freya grinned at him. He smiled back, and Morgana fought the urge to roll her eyes. The man looked like an adoring puppy whenever he looked at Freya. So she had Merlin and Lancelot wrapped around her finger. Interesting.

"My house," Gwaine mumbled, resting his head on Percy's shoulder.


Mordred looked like he'd died and gone to heaven. His shift was just about ending when the three got to the club, and he was already ready to head home. Tyr, his co-worker, had taken over the shift.

When he saw Freya and Merlin with Morgana his eyes practically bulged out of his head.

"As promised, Merlin Emrys and as a bonus the lovely Freya Donnelly," Morgana introduced, "this is my friend Mordred. He keeps me in the alcohol."

"Hi," Freya greeted with a wave, and Merlin nodded.

"I'm such a fan," Mordred said, nearly stuttering. They could barely hear him over the music.

Morgana noticed that they were getting looks from some club goers so she led them up the stairs to the private room.

Once there, Mordred just stared at Merlin and Freya. Morgana felt a bit offended that he never fawned over her like that.

"I've been to each and every one of your concerts in London," Mordred said quickly, "you're amazing, both of you, the entire band."

"Oh, that's so nice of you to say," Freya smiled.

"Thanks, man," Merlin offered a half-grin. It was clear he seemed uncomfortable with the praise, but he was polite as ever.

"I'm sorry if I come off as a crazy fan. It's just, wow," Mordred shook his head.

"We've had our fair share," Freya said understandingly, "you're not crazy."

Merlin snorted, "You mean that guy who tried to sneak into your hotel room?"

Freya shuddered and nodded. Morgana frowned.

"You got rid of him, right?" she asked her. Some people were such creepers.

"Of course. He wasn't expecting Lancelot," Freya smiled a bit.

Merlin started to laugh, and Mordred and Morgana looked confused.

"We were going out to dinner," she started.

"Early breakfast," Merlin interjected, since it had been around two in the morning.

"But I forgot my phone. Lancelot offered to go get it," Freya continued.

"So obviously when he saw some random guy trying to open the door to Freya's room, he dealt with it," Merlin finished.

"I'm surprised it didn't make the entertainment section," Morgana said appreciatively. She wondered how exactly Lancelot dealt with the creep. Perhaps it was better she didn't ask. Security must've been involved.

"That's horrible," Mordred said, looking mortified. Some people took it too far.

Freya shrugged, "You sort of get used to it."

"It helps that she's got four bodyguards," Merlin tried to joke.

Freya rolled her eyes, "Sometimes the girls are worse."

"Oh God," Merlin looked away, "don't remind me."

"No, this I want to hear," Morgana said, looking immediately interested. Merlin being uncomfortable was entertaining to see. His cheeks were even tinged a light pink.

Mordred was practically sitting on the edge of his seat.

"Besides the undergarments thrown on stage for them?" Freya wrinkled her nose. That was just unsanitary.

Morgana made a face.

"I got a marriage proposal once. That was awkward," Merlin looked embarrassed.

Freya started to laugh upon remembering Merlin's face when that girl had cornered him in the lift.

"I had to save his sorry arse by pretending to be his girlfriend," Freya scowled.

"So that's where that rumour came from," Morgana said in realisaton.

"So, you're not dating?" Mordred seemed disappointed.

"Nope," Freya said.

"Never," Merlin said at the same time.

"So, are you free to go for a drink sometime?" Mordred asked Freya.

Morgana groaned and Merlin laughed. Sweet, young Mordred, always glad to see a pretty girl. This particular pretty girl was one of his favourite singers.

"That's really nice of you to ask, but I don't really go out with fans," Freya said apologetically.

"That's a lie. She doesn't go out at all," Merlin said, "don't take it personally."

"I figured it was worth a try," Mordred said with a little smile, "can I have your autographs?"


"Mordred's a nice kid," Freya said as they waited for the taxi.

"Freya, you're like two years older than him," Merlin deadpanned, "stop talking like your grandmother."

"Shut your face," Freya shoved him gently.

Morgana sniggered and lit a cigarette while they waited. Merlin and Freya fell silent, and Freya pulled out a pack of cigarettes of her own from her jacket pocket. Merlin plucked one from the box and took out a lighter. Morgana raised a brow and blew out some smoke. She was already starting to like Freya better after she turned down Mordred gently (read: after she found out she and Merlin weren't dating, not that she'd admit it) and now she found out Freya (and Merlin, she'd begrudgingly add in her head) smoked, too. Maybe they aren't so different.

"I thought you didn't smoke," she said curiously.

"Habit," Freya shrugged, "I blame Gwaine."

"Same," Merlin said simply, taking a drag.

They knew smoking was bad, especially for their voices, but it's not like they were going through a pack a day. Hell, this was only Morgana's second cigarette since lunch.

The cab finally pulled up in front of the club, and the three stomped out their half-finished cigarettes.

"Ladies first," Merlin opened the door for them.

"Hold on," Freya said, "who lives closest to whom?" she asked.

"I'm in Bayswater," Merlin said.

"I'm in Notting Hill," Morgana said. Huh, so they lived about a mile away.

"Well I'm in Paddington," Freya said. She was closer to Merlin than Morgana.

"We'll drop you off first," Merlin said decidedly, and Freya nodded before sliding into the backseat of the taxi.

Morgana followed, and Merlin closed the door behind them. He opened the front passenger door and greeted the cabbie. Of course he'd open the door for them, of bloody course. It was the twenty first century, for crying out loud. She was perfectly capable of opening doors for herself, thank you very much. Alvarr never held the door open for her, and they dated for a year. She frowned, and then schooled her features into passivity. Freya was asking her something and she had completely ignored the poor girl.


Is Three Company?

Last Dragonlord band members Merlin Emrys and Freya Donnelly were spotted at a club with Along Avalon's front woman Morgana Lefay. Are the two bands making nice, despite long-time rumours of a rivalry? The trio were spotted leaving a club together in the wee hours of the morning, even getting a cab together. Inside sources admit that they had gone clubbing after a party at Gwaine Green's. Is Lefay a bad influence on the prim and proper Donnelly and Emrys? Only time will tell.

Freya felt like ripping up the newspaper. She sat in a café in Kensington, only a block from Camelot. She sipped her tea and turned her attention to the book she had been in her bag. The boys were either in the studio, asleep, getting lunch, or otherwise preoccupied (Gwaine, Gwaine was preoccupied). Lancelot was supposed to meet her, but had called to tell her he was running late.

Someone plopped down in the chair in front of her, and Freya looked up, startled. Morgana lifted her sunglasses and placed them on top of her head.

"Hey," she greeted.

"Hey," Freya said back. She closed the book and put it back in her bag, "how's it going?"

Morgana rolled her eyes, "Did you see the entertainment section?" she asked.

"Yes," she cringed, "it's horrible that they think you're a bad influence."

"Yeah. I never knew we were rivals, by the way. First time I've heard of it," Morgana said in annoyance. She genuinely liked Freya, she was a nice girl, and she didn't want her practically pristine reputation to be tarnished. Honestly, why couldn't they be left alone?

"They write what they think will sell," Freya shrugged.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Morgana asked suddenly, noticing the cooling cup of tea.

She was probably waiting for Merlin. They always seemed to be together, despite their insistence they never dated.

"Lancelot. He's running late," Freya said, shrugging once more.

That caught Morgana by surprised. Why had she been so sure Freya was waiting for Merlin? Then again, Lancelot had been making googly eyes at Freya last night.

"Well, I just needed some coffee before work. I feel inspired," Morgana said, standing.

"That's great," Freya smiled, "see you around."

"See you," Morgana waved and went to the counter to order her take-away coffee.

Just as she was leaving, Lancelot came through the door. They shared a quick hello, and Freya took a sip of tea. Lancelot sat down in front of her.

"I'm so sorry I'm late. I overslept then couldn't find my mobile, and Gwaine was being dick, then I missed the train by this much," he rambled quickly, and held his thumb to his finger.

It was probably the most he had ever said at once. Bless.

"It's fine," Freya smiled lightly, "let's order. I'm starving."

"You should've ordered without me," Lancelot said, trying not to frown.

Freya shrugged, "I wasn't here that long."

"You brought a book, didn't you?" Lancelot asked.

"You know me, man," Freya grinned.

"I'm your favourite, right?" Lancelot asked jokingly, referring to her glee at his offer to clean up.

"Of course," Freya rolled her eyes, "you never landed me in detention."

Lancelot snorted and shook his head, "That's only because we didn't go to school together."

She took a sip of her tea, fighting a smile.

"If we did, though?" she asked with a raised brow.

"I'd never do anything to land you in detention," Lancelot promised.

"I knew I chose wisely in picking favourites," Freya grinned brightly, only half-joking.

Lancelot smiled at her and she looked down at the table, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. It was one of her nervous habits. The boys always teased her. Not Lancelot, though. He merely offered kind smiles and sympathetic glances. That only led to more teasing. There was nothing to tease about, though. Absolutely nothing.


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