Princess' head lifted hopefully as she bounced off Gawain's settee and pranced towards his door. She sniffed his door, whimpered, and ran towards his spare bedroom. Gawain looked in disbelief as the chubby dog sped under the bed.

"I have never seen her move so fast," he muttered. He rolled his eyes when someone pressed his ringer insistently.

"Who in the hell is that? Gawain stomped in the direction of his door. He bare feet collecting stray Princess hairs. Impatiently, he flung open his door. His mouth dropped in disgust when his eyes met Morgana's green ones.

"No wonder Princess hid. Whatever do I owe the pleasure Morgana?"

Morgana's haughty green eyes raked over Gawain' fit form as he leaned against his heavy door. He was devilishly handsome and his hair was glorious. After the great Lancelot debacle, she thought Gwen would fall into his bed, not her brother's. Alas, Gwen landed on her feet and Arthur got what he wanted like always. Did everything have to go Arthur's way?

Morgana brushed past Gawain. "You forgot a file. You need to prep it for Monday. I need you to pounce on the Brown-Sinclair merge. Arthur will be distracted this weekend."

"Come in," Gawain muttered. Her heels scuffed his floors as she walked past him. Gawain slammed his door shut.

"Can it get worse?"

Gawain couldn't abide Morgana, since a file disappeared from Arthur's office one day. Lucky for them, Merlin scanned Arthur's case files to test new equipment for his website business. Merlin saved the day for Arthur. Gawain couldn't prove it, but he knew Morgana stole Arthur's file to make him look incompetent. Constantly, she desired to show up Arthur. Arthur was an amazing solicitor.

Gawain expected Morgan to gasp in shock at Lancelot's presence at his flat. He noticed her eyes didn't widen in shock. She didn't fuss at Lancelot or yell. She acknowledged him like she saw him earlier in the day or last week.

Morgana tossed her long dark hair over a shoulder," A reunion? Where's the rest of the gang?"

Gawain shrugged. "It's Friday. At the pub?"

Morgana smirked. Gawain hated her ridiculous smirk. He wished a burst of wind would set her face like an old wives tale. "Really, not hanging with you and Lancelot?"

"Morgana," Lancelot murmured. "How are you?"

"Delightful."

Gawain noticed his apartment filling with tension. I'm too tired to deal with Morgana and her drama. She need to go anywhere except here. He didn't want to speak with Lancelot any longer.

Morgana ran a crimson tipped finger over her lips. "Have you seen Gwen, Lancelot?'

"No, I saw Arthur and Merlin. It was strained."

"They were Gwenless?"

"No, they kept me away from her.'

Morgan huffed. "My little brother and his sidekick playing childish games. He can't prevent your reunion forever."

Gawain crossed his arms. 'Lancelot is back. A reunion won't happen."

Morgana blew Gawain a kiss. "So, confident in Arthur and Gwen's love. Didn't you feel the same about Lancelot and Gwen?"

Gawain counted to ten. He shut his eyes briefly. He wasn't in the mood for Morgana. "No, I wasn't a great Lancelot and Gwen supporter." He decided to ignore Lancelot's widened eyes and shocked expression. "You never gave her a voice. It was your life and she was merely along for the ride."

"Arthur is really different than me?"

"Yes, he's good for her. She's different. I'm not going to defend their relationship."

Gawain threw his hands up when his buzzer blasted again. Princess charged his door. Her wet nose twitched. She spun around happily as she drooled on Gawain's floor. Her sharp barks made Gawain sprint to open his door. "steelt down, hair machine.

"This can get worse," Gawain muttered as he saw Merlin's bright smile.

"I'm here for Princess." Princess jumped on Merlin's skinny denim clad legs. She leaned on Merlin as she stood on her hind legs. She sniffed his pockets for a meaty treat. Merlins scratched her ears. "I was in the car. He checked my pockets."

Merlin walked into Gawain's flat with Princess on his heels. He stood abruptly when he spotted Lancelot and Morgana. "What are you doing here?"

"Catching up, Merlin," Morgana responded sweetly.

Merlin couldn't believe that he once had a crush on Morgana. She was classically beautifully like Arthur, but she was a rare shrew. She constantly showed her true self to everyone except Arthur and Uther. She was enough to make a saint commit a sin.

"I'm just here for our pup."

Princess sat on Merlin's foot. "Our pup," Lancelot asked. "I thought she was Gwen's dog."

Merlin nodded. "But, we live together. We share her. She's our dog."

Morgana moved like a cat across Gawain's settee. "I told you they are one big happy family. Arthur and Gwen have a dog and a Merlin. A perfect blended family."

"Works for us."

Gawain's brown eyes scanned Morgana's beautiful face. How can she be so evil? I don't remember her saying that to Lancelot tonight. Have they communicated since he ditched Gwen at the altar? Is she spying for Lancelot?

"Look," Merlin began. "I don't hate you, Lance. You need to fit into our new order. I'm still your friend. Gwen would never want us not to be friends, but she's with Arthur. Can you accept that?"

Gawain sipped a shot of whiskey. He was going to down a bottle after tonight. He waited for Lancelot to answer Merlin's question. Morgana crossed his legs as she leaned forward to hear Lancelot's reply.

"Gawain," floated around his flat.

He placed the whiskey bottle to his lips and took a deep drag from it. Why didn't he take his keys from Gwen?

Princess set off like bullet. Gawain moved from the kitchen as he spotted Gwen sitting on the floor with Princess's paws on her shoulders. Her sticky pink tongue lapping Gwen's face. Arthur squatted behind Gwen and rubbed Princess his back.

"I missed you furball," Arthur whispered.

Morgana rose and poured herself a glass of wine. Finally, this was getting interesting. She heard Gawain and Arthur exchanging greetings.

"Gwen's really tired from her flight. Jet lag, we finished dinner and Merlin realized that he forgot to pick up Princess."

Arthur brushed past Gawain to yell at Merlin. Why in the hell is Gawain drinking whiskey from a bottle?

Arthur's heart dropped when he spotted his sister sipping wine and Lancelot sitting in a recliner. "What the hell is going on?"

Merlin shot him a pitiful look. "It's complicated."

"Hello, little brother," Morgana called.

Arthur watched Lancelot sitting tensely in a chair. He knew he was affected by Gwen's voice cooing over Princess. He still loves her. He wants her back.

'Let's get Daddy and Merlin. Then, we can go home and get ready for bed." Arthur's heart froze when he heard Gwen's soft steps approaching and Princess's paws sliding on Gawain's slippery floors.

"Arthur, can you grab her bed," Gwen called as she fumbled around in Gawain's kitchen. Arthur's fingers raked through his blonde hair as he listened to Gwen packing princess' food and treats.

"Rugs, don't forget to get her blanket. Dried drool is a mess in your car."

Lancelot gave him a hard glance. "You make her clean dog drool?"

"No," Arthur denied quickly. "I make Merlin do it. He lives rent free."

"She calls you Rugs?"

Arthur smiled brightly. "It's short for Rugby. It's when she realized that she had feelings for me. "

Gwen slipped arm around Arthur's waist. "Ready?"

Princess' bag slipped from her hand when she spotted Lancelot sitting calmly in Gawain' recliner. Arthur's pulled her closer into his embrace. He felt a slight tremor in her small body. He wanted to laugh when she yawned loudly.

"Lancelot?"

"Hello, Guinevere."

A/N: Borrow an idea from a picture book called the doorbell rang. Basically, people keep showing up.