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This is set on the day BBC aired the Disir Episode!
It was all a dream. Percival sat up and looked around. It was his room. He was in his room. By himself. No Gwaine. His eye stung and he groaned remembering Gaius telling him it was infected. He didn't want an infected eye, he wanted Gwaine. His lips pressed against his, his arms around his waist, his eyes, his scent, his touch, the sound of his voice whispering in his ear, purring.
Percival groaned, wondering what on earth he was thinking.
"So much for bloody straight." He muttered, swinging his legs off the bed and standing up.
He staggered to the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing an ice pack and a can of beer before sitting down at the table and closing his eyes. Percival gingerly pressed the ice pack to his eye and sighed as the cold removed the stinging. He sipped his beer slowly and tried to forget his dream, unsuccessfully.
"You up already?" Gwaine asked, entering the kitchen and pulling a frying pan out a cupboard.
"Pancakes or bacon and egg?" He added, his head half in the fridge.
"I'm not hungry thanks Gwaine." Percival replied, finishing his seventh can and throwing it into the bin.
Gwaine nodded and pulled some bacon out the fridge. He put oil in the frying pan and slapped the bacon down.
He leant back against the counter and looked at Percival.
"No offence mate, but you look bloody terrible." Gwaine said, raising his eyebrows. "Have you been drinking?"
Percival glanced at the bin briefly and Gwaine looked worryingly at him.
"Bad dream or something?" He said, trying not to sound apprehensive.
"You could say that." Percival replied, watching as Gwaine flipped his bacon over.
"Anything interesting?"
"Gwaine!"
"Sorry. Just curious cause its not often you drink... Seven cans of beer." Gwaine smiled, putting some bread in the toaster.
"What was it about?" Gwaine added, his head in the fridge as he looked for the butter.
"I don't really wanna talk about it." Percival replied and Gwaine nodded, forgetting about the fridge.
"Shit!" He yelped as he hit his head on the fridge.
"Stop laughing Perce. That actually hurt!" Gwaine moaned, pulling his head out the fridge and kicking the door closed slightly violently.
"Here." Percival smiled, throwing the ice pack at him. Gwaine caught it and pressed it to his head.
"Why are fridges so bloody hard!" He whined, grabbing a plate with one hand and holding the ice to his head with the other. Gwaine put his food on the plate and sat down beside Percival.
"It's not funny!" Gwaine said, nudging Percival in the ribs although he couldn't help but laugh a bit too.
"They gave me no sympathy!" Gwaine whined as the scene changed. "I just got flung backwards and I get nothing!"
"Yeah. But Mordred just got stabbed." Percival countered, before typing something into his laptop. The two men were spread across the sofa... Well, Gwaine was. Gwaine had taken up two thirds of the space and Percival had curled up around his laptop at the other end.
"But I've been thrown into a tree and into a cave wall!" Gwaine protested. "I deserve sympathy! Mordred can die, I don't care... What on earth are you typing? I'm seriously confused."
"I'm doing my work." Percival said but Gwaine wasn't convinced.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously!"
"Can I see?"
"No."
Gwaine raised his eyebrows in a Gaius manner.
"Gwaine. You look like Gaius." Percival smiled but his smiled fell as Gwaine stole his laptop.
"Whoa. Gwaine. Hey! Give that back!" Percival yelped, trying to get it back but Gwaine stuck out an arm, preventing the taller man from reaching it.
Percival watched as Gwaine read the text slowly.
"How long have you kept these?" Gwaine asked, scrolling down the pages apon pages of text. Percival's Dream Diary.
"Five years. It's the most vivid, reoccurring and memorable ones..." Percival replied, looking down at his lap.
"And the one about me shooting you?"
"Three years."
"Two things. One, you should be a story writer. These are really detailed and two. Why didn't you tell me?" Gwaine said, scrolling through the rest of the document.
"There not something I particularly like talking about."
"Oh really." Gwaine muttered, as he began reading the most recent page. Gwaine read in silence, his mind drawing pictures of the dream only occasionally broken by Colin Morgan's voice.
Gwaine shut the lid slowly and placed the laptop on the floor. He shuffled across the sofa so he was closer to Percival before asking, "what if I told you I have that dream? Just the last part, the part where we kiss and its magical. What would you say?"
"I'd say nothing." Percival replied and Gwaine stared at him unconvinced.
"Honestly?"
"Honestly. I'd probably make the bravest move of my life though."
"Oh. And what's that?" Gwaine asked, raising an eyebrow and his voice dropping to a husky whisper.
Oh I'm so irritating! Cliff hangers!
Din dun dun!
Libs ~Starkid4Eva4~