Angel my guardian Angel

Author: JennnyJ

AN: Merlin belongs to BBC, characters are only based upon the Merlin cast, nothing of their behavior, the pairings or philosophy has anything to do with them – it's only based upon my own fantasy.

I got one review. ONE REVIEW. surely there must be more who read this story? How long can it take to read one part? 3min? Then why don't add one min to the review? If it continue like this I don't know if I'll even bother to uptate (which is really sad, 'cause this story is already finnished - all I'm waiting for is your reviews so that I see if there is someone reading)

Thank you;

- enelya alcarin - for adding this story to your Story Alert subscription (perhaps leave a review too?)

An extra big thank you to;

- Casy - for beeing the only one to leave a review on chapter 3, this chapter is dedicated to you!

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Chapter Four

Her phone rang and Angel left Arthur's sleeping side so that she wouldn't wake him.
"Yeah?" She said with her eyes fixed upon the blond man, she fingered with the ring that still lay in her pocket – she did feel kind of guilty taking his ring, but she didn't intend to keep it for her own. As soon as she had the chance, she would give it back to him.
"Angel? Is it you? Are you ok?"
She sighed and rubbed her forehead.
"Yes, Santiago", she said with a tired smile. "I'm okay, why do you ask?"

"I'm sorry? Katie rang to inform me that you where at the hospital, I thought something had happened to you – do you have any idea of how worried I've been?" Santiago sounded really upset and Angel sank back onto the chair. "She said something about a car accident, I've been looking for flight tickets all day so that I could come home to you"
"So, Katie called you?" She asked and she wasn't the slightest surprised – that bitch would do anything to mess with her life. "Well, did she tell you that it wasn't I who got hit by a cab?"
There was a moment of silence.

"Then why are you at the hospital?"
"Oh, well, I-", she didn't exactly know what to say. "I saw the whole thing and made sure that someone called an ambulance."
"And you went with them?" She knew that he raised his eyebrows, he always did when he used that slow, hoarse tone.
"Well, yes", she said and shrugged. "I couldn't just leave him alone, could I?"
"Him?"

Angel rolled her eyes when he heard the change in Santiago's voice; he was always so God damn jealous, why didn't he trust her feelings for him?
"Yes, his name is Arthur and I've promised the doctors to be at his side 'til he wakes up", she said and leaned forward to strike away a lock of blond hair that was falling into his eyes. "The poor man is blind and I believe he is far away from home."
Santiago clicked his tongue like he had learned from her.
"No Angel, don't you even think about it!"

"And why not?"
Arthur moaned and his eyelids fluttered as if he was going to wake up any second now.
"You know what, I can't talk to you right now", she knew that he didn't like to be interrupted, but right now she couldn't care less. "If he wants to, I'll let Arthur live at my place but you shouldn't worry, I think he is married."
She thought about the ring with a skew smile.
"Our place, you mean?" Santiago almost shouted on the other side of the phone. "No, Angel! I forbid you to take that man home with you."
"Bye, darling", she said and hung up as Arthur opened his eyelids. "Arthur, how are you? Can you hear me?"

"Why does it feel as if hundreds of horses have been running over my body?" He asked with a hoarse voice as he moved his hand back and forward in front of his eyes as if checking if he could see.
"You-", Angel cleared her throat. "You've been hit by a car"
Arthur wrinkled his forehead.
"Car? Is that some sort of magical creature?" He asked and Angel couldn't help smiling even though she was confused. What had happened to this man? It seemed as if he wasn't used to live in complete darkness, he had no idea of what London was nor had he heard about elevators or cars.

"You know, sometime I actually believe in your stories", she said with laughter in her voice. "Perhaps we could talk to the doctors; if they do an X-ray of your skull they might find something that explains your loss of memory and the blindness."
Arthur shrugged before he grimaced of pain.
"If that'll help me", he said and closed his eyelids before he whispered: "I wish Merlin would take me home now."

Angel turned to look at the watch.
"I think I have to go now, I'm about three hours late for work", she said and rose to her feet. "I'll make sure the doctors know you are awake."
"After your work", Arthur said and she could feel how he gently grabbed her arm. "Would you mind coming back? I shouldn't ask you this, but you are the only one I know."

Angel nodded before she remembered that he couldn't see her.
"Yes, I can do that", she said with a smile. Arthur let go of her and a smile crept upon his lips. He had a beautiful smile, Angel noticed. "Well, good bye then."
"Farwell", he answered and his blue, unseeing eyes were staring into the white hospital wall.
By impulse, Angel bent down and kissed his cheek for the second time that day.
"For luck", she said and walked out from the hospital.

"Where do you want to go, madam?" The cab driver asked Angel as she got in the car.
She opened her mouth and was about to ask him to drive her to the office, but then she remembered the ring and a smile took place upon her lips. "Can you take me to St: Patrick's street?"
The apartment laid a few streets from the river and even though she hadn't been there for almost a year she still remembered the unique smell when you walked through the doors.

Angel rang on the door bell and waited. She didn't have to wait long, she never had, before the door opened and revealed an old man with white, shoulder-long hair.
"Richard!" She said with a broad smile and the elder man looked at her for a while before his face was no more than a big smile.
"Angel, my dear", he said and opened the door so that she could step in. "What do me the pleasure?"

Angel left her coat on the old hanger and followed him to the kitchen where he made some tea.
"I have something to show you", she said as he offered her a cup. "I think you'll find it very interesting."
Richard sat down on the opposite side of the table and his old eyes were full of wisdom.
"Then what are you waiting for, my child?" He asked with a smile. "Show me."
Angel laughed and took the ring from her pocket.
"Here, what do you say?"

He took the ring and held it in front of the lamp; he lifted one of his eyebrows as he always did when something was surprising him.
"It is the symbol of the Pendragon's, where did you find it?" He asked.
"Can't you find that in any shop these days?" Angel asked as she took a sip of her tea. "You know, like armors, you can find those at any masquerade store in town."
Richard shook his head and his eyes shone.

"No my dear", he said and went for his glasses. "I've seen this ring in one of my old books, but never have I heard that it have been found, legends assumes that it disappeared with many other treasures after the King's death, but it is also possible that Arthur still wore it when he died."
"So it is a copy?" She leaned forward to see the details better. "What does the symbol mean?"
"A copy?" Richard looked at her with serious eyes. "No, Angel, this is no copy – this is very much real. The symbol stands for Camelot and the once and future King."

"Then I have to introduce you to someone", Angel said and rose to her feet. Richard looked at her for a long time before he decided to follow.
"Who are we going to meet?"
Angel turned her head and looked at him through a curtain of black locks.
"The owner of this ring."

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Well, this is the part where I beg you to leave your 4/10 review - please. I really need this.