Disclaimer: Merlin still isn't mine. Life's touch. The BBC won't share it with me.

AN: Thanks for the reviews! Once again, they are much appreciated. Here is chapter 4. It's the engagement party. After 3 chapters of anticipation. It is finally here. Merlin and Morgana meet, and Arthur and Gwen finally talk in person again (yaaay). Hope you enjoy it. Thanks for sticking around. PS: There's a shock in store. It's a bit of a predictable shock, but it won't be in the long run.

Additional AN: Oh, and I got my GCSE results today. I got 4 A*s and 8 As. I am super pleased. I guess that's why I decided to upload this chapter one day early! (Most of the chapters will be uploaded on Friday. I'm starting College soon, so Friday's probably the only time I'll be able to get it done.) I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 4

Arthur

"Is it okay if we make our own ways to the dinner party?" Vivian says to me down the phone, as I hurriedly attempt to find a clean shirt. Merlin said he wanted to see me about something important. I was supposed to meet him 10 minutes ago.

"Why? What's come up?" I say, as I struggle pull a relatively clean shirt over my head while holding the phone in my hand. Not easy.

"I've got a photo-shoot this afternoon, and it'll just be easier for me to go to the restaurant from there. Is that okay?"

"Sure. Sure. It's fine"

"Thanks babe. I Love you..."

"Me too" I say before hanging up. I glance at the clock. Oh crud. Merlin's going to kill me.

Merlin.

Arthur's late. As per usual. I should be used to his antics by now. He never makes an appointment on time.

Ever.

1 hour later.

Arthur bursts through my front door, a weary smile on his face.

"What time do you call this?" We're in my living room now. He's on the sofa rubbing his head, looking noticeably tired. I have no sympathy.

"Sorry..."

"Urgh. It's fine. I'm just glad you're finally here."

"So... What did you want to talk to me about?"

"Guinevere" I say, much to Arthur's despair. He's been avoiding talking about her for a few days now.

"What about her?"

"Have your 'feelings' for her left?"

Arthur stares at me. A look of contempt fills his face.

"I don't have any 'feelings' for her"

"No?"

"No"

"Really?"

"Yep"

"Oh, so is that why... you've been texting her non-stop for the past 5 days?"

Arthur's jaw drops in a slightly over-dramatic fashion.

"You've been looking through my phone?"

"You left it in my apartment the other day, it vibrated and I may have had a quick look. What's the big deal anyway?"

"You told me you didn't look through it!"

"I lied"

We're silent for a while. Arthur looks at me. I look at him.

"So. What did you see?"

"I'll tell you what I saw. I saw flirting, that's what I saw" I say furiously. Why is Arthur flirting with Gwen? What is he thinking? I thought he wanted to "focus on his relationship".

"I wasn't flirting. I was being... friendly"

I roll my eyes.

"Yeah? Well stop being friendly. Okay?"

Arthur's getting impatient.

"Fine. I'll stop being friendly to Guinevere. Is that all you wanted to talk about?"

I think for a moment.

"Yes"

"Good. Now you can help me decide what to wear for tonight. I'll go get the outfits from my car" and with that, Arthur stands up, grabs his keys and leaves my apartment before returning momentarily with a handful of clothes.

Morgana.

"I still can't believe you're dragging me along to this... thing!" I say, struggling to do up the zip on my dress. Gwen and I are getting ready. 3 hours before the party starts. This is very typical of us. After this, we'll drink a bit (a lot), and end up arriving to the party semi-drunk.

"Come on. How cool will it be to say "We went to Arthur Pendragon's party"?" Gwen says laughing.

"Not very"

"Okay. Think about it like this. There might be men there" Gwen says, attempting to reassure me.

"Oh. Men! I've never seen one of those before" I reply sarcastically.

"Single men"

"They better be hot single men, or I won't be happy" I say jokingly.

Arthur

"Do you think she'll like this?" I say, as I adjust the red tie on my neck.

"What Vivian? I thought I already told you that she hates red." Merlin's sitting on his sofa. Dressed and ready to go. I can tell he's irritated.

"No, I meant Gwen. Do you think Guinevere will like it?"

Merlin stares at me. A look of disbelief plays on his face.

"Why does it matter if Gwen likes it or not?"

"It doesn't. I just want to make a good impression" I say dismissively.

"Why do you want to make a good impression?"

"Why not?"

"Why?"

"Merlin"

"Arthur, just tell me why? Admit it" Merlin's smiling now.

"Admit what?"

"You really like her, don't you?"

"I barely know her"

"Which is why I can't understand why she's made such an impression on you" His smile is really starting to irritate me.

"She hasn't"

"Just tell me Arthur. It's me, Merlin. Your best friend"

"Okay fine. Maybe I am a little attracted to her, and maybe I do wonder what it would be like to be with her. And yes, maybe I am flirting with her a bit. But, it's just harmless flirting. I know nothing serious can come of it. Anyway, I don't think she's interested" I let out finally.

"What makes you say that?"

"You should read our IM conversations" I hand over my phone to Merlin, and he begins to read the messages.

Merlin

I can't believe Arthur's been instant messaging her, as if texting isn't bad enough. He hands me his phone, and I begin to read.

Arthur: Hey Guinevere.

Gwen: Hey...

Arthur: What you up to?

Gwen: Just about to go to bed actually.

Arthur:What? On your own?

Did Arthur really send her that?

"Did you really send her that?" I stop reading in disbelief, before asking Arthur.

"Just carry on reading, it gets worse" He says before sighing heavily.

Gwen:Yes, on my own. What kind of question is that?

Arthur: A stupid one?

Gwen: Right... Do you actually have anything to ask me?

Arthur: What are you wearing?

Gwen: WHAT?

Oh Arthur. You complete idiot.

Arthur: No, I meant, what are you wearing to the my engagement party? I realise how terrible that must have sounded.

Gwen: A dress.

Gwen: Look, Arthur. I have to go sleep now. Early morning tomorrow. Bye.

Arthur: Bye x x

"Two kisses?"

"I know. I know. It made me look desperate, didn't it?" Arthur grabs his hair in frustration.

"Is this why you care so much about what colour tie you wear?"

"I just don't want her to think I'm a creep"

"It's a bit late for that" I mutter under my breath

"What?"

"Nothing. I'm sure she won't. The red tie's nice. It won't please Vivian though"

Arthur shrugs.

"She'll get over it..."

I stare at him for a moment. Worst. Fiancee. Ever.

"Come on. Let's go. Can't be late to my own engagement party, can I?" He says, tapping my shoulder, as he grabs his car keys before proceeding to leave my apartment.

Merlin

Arthur arrived late to his own engagement party. No surprises there. We walked into through the glass doors and were faced with a sea of people rushing to congratulate Arthur, completely ignoring me of course. I managed to escape the crowd before making my way to the open bar. I needed a vodka, a strong one.

Arthur

"Congratulations!"

"Thanks Gwaine!" I say, as a group of people, Gwaine included, wish me congratulations on my engagement. It's going to be a long night. I stretch my neck in attempt to see if Guinevere had arrived or not. I can't really see with Gwaine's big head in the way.

"So Arthur, where's the lucky lady?" Gwaine says, grabbing my hand before dragging me through the crowd of people. He hands me a drink, a huge smile planted on his face.

"What, Vivian?"

"Who else?"

"Oh, she should be arriving soon. She had a photo-shoot this afternoon. She'll be here any minute"

"Nice. So what's the plan for tonight?"

"Merlin planned it, it's mingle, dinner, dance, leave. That's the order" I say, clearly disinterested in the conversation, as my eyes scan the room searching for Guinevere.

"Where is Merlin anyway?" I turn to face Gwaine.

"You know what? I'll go look for him" And with that, I left Gwaine with no intention of actually finding Merlin, but in an attempt to find and have some alone time with Gwen. To, you know... convince her that I'm not an obsessive lunatic.

Merlin

"Are you Merlin?" A voice next to me says. I turn my head to see a dark haired, pale skinned beauty with a drink in her hand. She's gorgeous.

"Yes. I don't mean to be rude but, do I know you?"

"No. No. I'm Morgana, Gwen's friend?"

"Oh! Your name's Morgana?"

"Yes. What did you think it was?"

"Melinda"

She laughs out loud.

"Melinda?"

"That's what Arthur said. To be honest, you don't look like a Melinda. Morgana's a much prettier name" I say nervously.

"Thank you. Would you like to buy me a drink?" She says, smiling at me.

Be cool Merlin. You could be in there, just don't ruin it.

Arthur

Guinevere. She looks amazing. She's wearing a knee length black dress and has her hair straightened down to her shoulders. I can't take my eyes off her.

"Guinevere" I say softly as I approach her. She's sitting down alone. She shouldn't be alone, not when she looks like that.

"Hi Arthur" She says casually. A half smile plays on her face.

"Why are you alone?"

"Morgana's flirting with your friend Merlin. So, I have no one else to talk to"

"Oh. Well, you can talk to me now" She smiles at me, takes a sip from her cup be shifting across the small sofa, making a seat for me. I sit down, playing with my fingers for a moment. Say something Arthur.

"You look great by the way" I let out.

"I like your tie"

"You do?"

"Yeah" She says before laughing. I stare at her for a moment, in awe.

"It's a little wonky though" She raises her hand before perching it on my tie, pulling it up as she adjusts it. I can barely breathe.

"There. Now, I love it" I laugh nervously at her. The silence takes over as I struggle to think of something to say.

"Where's Vivian?" Guinevere asks casually.

"She should be here. She had a photo-shoot and so we decided to make out separate ways here. I'm guessing she got held up in traffic or something" I say softly, my eyes still fixed on her face as my gaze falls slowly to her lips. She looks away.

"I'm waiting for my friend Lancelot to arrive"

"Who's Lancelot?" I say bluntly, much to Gwen's surprise.

"Just a friend" She smiles at me again, and all my feelings of jealousy leave me. Why am I even jealous? I have no right to be jealous. Guinevere can see who she wants. I'm getting married, I should be focused on Vivian. I am focused on Vivian.

"You don't have to do this you know?" Her voice cuts my train of thought short.

"Do what?" I say softly.

"Stay here with me. I'm sure all your close friends want to talk to you"

"I want to. You shouldn't be on your own" I say smiling at her. She laughs at me again. I love the way she laughs.

"If I didn't know any better Arthur Pendragon, I'd think you were..." She pauses for a moment.

"Think I was what?" I say, as I move closer to her. My gaze firmly fixed on her face.

"I'd say you were-" Her sentence is cut short by the sound of a spoon hitting a glass We both turn our heads to see Vivian. I guess she's arrived, and she has something to say by the looks of things. I stand up and approach her.

"What are you doing?" I whisper to her.

"I have an announcement" She whispers back.

"I know that. What is it?"

"Wait and see..." She leaves me, only to carry on hitting the spoon on her glass in attempt to get everyone's attention. If she carries on like this, she'll break the glass in a manic frenzy. I sigh exasperatedly.

"Thank you all for coming. Arthur and I really appreciate you all arriving" All heads turn to me. I smile nervously, still unsure as to where Vivian is going with this.

"I have an announcement to make. It's an announcement so exclusive that even Arthur doesn't know about it" All heads turn to me again. I shrug my shoulders awkwardly.

"I don't know how to else to put this. So, I'll just come out and say it... I'm pregnant!"

She's what?

Merlin

She's pregnant? Oh Arthur, you idiot.

Arthur.

"You're what?" My voice is loud, and evidently filled with anger. I grab Vivian's hand in an attempt to drag her out the restaurant.

"I'm pregnant Arthur" She struggles to break free from my grip.

"No. No. You can't be" I tighten my grip on her, before dragging her out the restaurant and onto the pavement outside.

She can't be pregnant. She just can't be.

Merlin.

"Did you know that?" Morgana says to me, a shocked smile on her face.

"I had no idea, and by the looks of things. Neither did Arthur"

"Shouldn't you go after him?"

"No. No. He needs to talk to Vivian on his own. I won't help the situation."

Vivian's pregnant. Arthur's falling for Gwen. Gwen still doesn't seem all that interested. This should be interesting.

I take a sip from my glass, watching as the events unfold with Morgana next to me. I like Morgana. She's funny.

She's also beautiful. Which helps.

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