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And, here we go!

Chapter Seven

Gwaine collapsed to his knees with the enormous storage bin landing ahead of him. It had saved the knight a tumble forward, and Gwaine looked like he was just glad to have landed relatively intact. Quickly moving himself and the bin out of range of the scrying fount in Merlin's chambers, he waited for the others to materialize and stood with Gaius, assuring the Court Physician that all were well. Gaius looked slightly sceptical, but he left the matter alone.

Gwaine shook with laughter when Kelly came through. She fell over, got to her feet unsteadily with Gwaine's assistance and looked all around the familiar little room. All the while she could be heard muttering something about 'stupid time portals' and how time travel really was a bitch. Then she pointed at him, stating, "Shut up, Gwaine." The ghost of a smile played on her lips as she sat down on Merlin's bed.

Seconds later, a disorientated Regent - with his daughter clasped to the front of him -struggled to stay on his feet. He managed to set Alex aside and then fell to his knees, trying to shake the fog away. "I will never get used to this," he muttered, gesturing to the rippling waters of the fount. And while he moodily complained about his second-ever time travel experience, Alexandra walked away as though it didn't even affect her. That just wasn't fair.

Gods, he actually felt like he'd been disassembled through time travel! His extremities tingled as though circulation had been cut off for an extended period of time, and his head pounded incessantly…Ugh!

Arthur looked up in time to see Alex race down the steps from Merlin's room and into Gaius' central quarters. She started looking at every shelf, and Gaius began following her around, keeping her away from that which was considered dangerous or unstable.

Moments later, the anticipated luggage pieces followed, and then the Warlock himself. He quickly gathered his wits about him and waved his hand once to close the portal.

Arthur paused before opening the bedroom door. "Merlin?"

"Sire?" Merlin dropped his shoulders in preparation for whatever Arthur planned to berate him about now.

Arthur pointed at his servant, stating, "Be careful. I don't want to see you executed over sorcery." His servant nodded, folding his hands behind his back. "My knights shall be made aware of your skills, you will be watched closely, and you will be put in the stocks for misusing your talent," Arthur warned sternly. His knights were likely already on edge over his three-day absence. He would have to thoroughly explain Merlin's involvement in this little adventure, and remind the knights to keep the discovery of Merlin's magic completely quiet. His father could not find out… He descended the stairs to Gaius' workspace and paused to wait for his servant to catch up.

Merlin nodded, answering, "Of course. I will remember to 'dodge those bullets'." Arthur started toward Gaius' chamber door when the manservant asked, "Do you want me to stay with Kelly and Alex?"

Arthur nodded, adding, "Be sure to settle them into their chambers—the same as before." He paused to look at Kelly for confirmation of his order, and he saw the spark of disapproval on her face. "Please?" he hastily added to his request. He never understood Kelly's aversion to treating servants as servants...until he'd met her father.

The present situation caught up to him and he spoke softly. "I had better look in on my father before anything else." His face visibly fell and he resembled a wounded child.

Kelly saw this shift in mood and spoke up, stepping into Gaius' workspace. "Do you want company, or do you want to do this alone?" She thought she'd put it out there, make Arthur remember that she had also come to support him in his time of need. She stood and sauntered over, putting her arms around him.

Arthur stood with her for a long moment, unwilling to move while he held her against him. He rested his cheek on the top of her head and swallowed the lump that had formed. "Thank you," he replied quietly. "But this is something I must do on my own." He glanced down when something small and pink pushed in between them, looking up at him with large, laughing blue eyes. Dryly, he asked, "Can I help you?" Alex only giggled and he couldn't help but roll his eyes and smile.

Kelly smiled with pursed lips and stood back. "Okay," she began, to break it up. "Arthur, you go on and deal with your father. I need to speak with Gaius, anyway, get a look at his records..." She gestured toward Merlin. "Merlin, can I ask you to take my big suitcase over there, and Alex's bag, to our quarters, please?" She smiled in thanks when Merlin hopped to her request. Pointing to Alex, she put on a pseudo-stern face. "Listen to Merlin, my girl. You know he's in charge."

Having stacked Alexandra's purple suitcase on top of her mother's, Merlin extended the handle of the larger bag and dragged the luggage behind him on its wheels. "Ha, see? I'm in charge," he commented, gesturing grandly toward himself in jest. "That's how I like it."

Before his manservant and Alexandra were out into Gaius' central chambers, Arthur called, "You won't like it much if something happens to her! The stocks miss your company!"

Kelly laughed, shaking her head. "You just can't help yourself, Arthur Pendragon."

Scowling after his servant, Arthur shrugged. "He needs to be reminded every now and again who really calls the shots in this place. It is my duty—my reason for existence, if you will." He smiled mischievously.

"Reminder, sure," Kelly muttered. "But don't make this another excuse to make his life miserable." She watched Alexandra bolt past them both to walk with Merlin, out of Gaius' chambers, and she pointed at him. "You watch your step. You have no idea how many times he saved your ass before you found out about him," she said bluntly. With that she waved him off. "Now, go on—get lost! I'm sure your father could use your company right now." She playfully shoved Arthur toward the door.

Arthur paused, nodding as he left the room, choosing to listen to that annoyingly correct voice of reason again. He made his way to the North Tower, nodding at passing nobles and knights as he walked. Many stopped and turned, following his progress down the corridors.

Reaching his father's chamber door, he nodded in greeting to the knights on duty: Sir Percival and Sir Leon. The looks on their faces suggested that they had been worried about Arthur's return. With no further fanfare, he entered the room and saw Gaius seated beside the King's bed.

The room was dark, the drapes drawn to prevent light from infiltrating. Arthur strode to the bedside and nodded when Gaius' face flooded with relief. "How is he?" he asked quietly, so as not to disturb his sleeping father.

Gaius moved to walk away from the bedside, leading the Prince to walk with him. "He has gotten a bit worse, I'm afraid. I have tried various draughts and herbs, Sire, and-"

Arthur put his hand on Gaius' frail shoulder and nodded reassuringly. "Kelly has procured some medicines from her own century. Based on what you've told Merlin, she suspects a…bac-teer-ri-al infection." The look on the Prince's face suggested that the word was completely foreign to him. "She will be here shortly, Gaius. She will want to examine Father to ascertain her diagnosis. Please—see that she is given the freedom to do so?"

Gaius nodded, quite relieved to have his assistant back.

Kelly glanced up from her patient when she heard the door. She offered Gaius a nod and proceeded to set the drip rate on the portable IV pump at Uther's bedside. Within moments she had introduced penicillin through the Y-set IV line. Everything Gaius had said about Uther's symptoms, the gestation of his illness, it all pointed to being an acute bacterial infection. She decided to boost Uther's immune system response by doubling the typical dose of the drug, just to get things started in the right direction.

Gaius walked quietly to the bedside and let his eyes wander the strange contraption on the bedside table…down the clear tubing, right to Uther's left hand, where Kelly had used a sticky bandage to keep the needle in place. Uther hadn't even stirred when she had inserted the needle. When he woke, she'd told Gaius earlier, she was more worried about the stubborn man trying to rip it out. As his eyes travelled the setup, Gaius asked, "How does this work, my dear?"

Kelly pointed to the transportable, collapsible chrome IV pole she has set up at the King's bedside. With glove-covered hands, she pointed first to the Saline bag. "Hydration," she began, following the line with her fingers to Uther's hand. "Fluids are given intravenously, straight into his bloodstream." She then indicated the other half of the equation. "That's the first of several bags of Penicillin Dilution." She went on to explain the dosing protocol and was left with a very wide-eyed Physician. "Sorry. Too much information, Gaius?"

Gaius shook his head, suppressing a smile. "No, my lady. It's just so…different." He nodded toward the stockpile of solution bags set inside a square blue bag…or bin. He wasn't sure. "What is that, then?"

Kelly glanced over as she hung up the first active bag. "Refrigeration. That bag closes to retain the cold," she said quickly, moving to do so when Uther was covered with his blanket again. She got another strange look. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes in irritation. This was all new to the Court Physician. She had to expect unabashed curiosity. "What?"

Gaius noted the whirring machine beside the bed, and gestured to it. "What is that?"

Barely looking up from the pad of paper in her hands, Kelly answered. "IV pump. It regulates the flow of both the saline and the Penicillin," she explained, her eyes set on the details she had written out for future reference. She believed in documentation all over the place; her past preceptors could attest to that.

Gaius folded his arms and he smiled. "My girl, you have learned much about your field."

"I'm not done, yet. Almost done my first year of Residency, and I have another two years to become fully licensed." Kelly smiled, shrugging. "Long road, but I love it." She paused in thought, interrupted with a knock on the door. "Come in!" she called.

She smiled when Merlin poked his head in. Returning her smile, the manservant stepped in. He cast anxious glances at Uther, but gave the Intern his usual, cheery grin. "Dinner is about to be served. I just brought Alex down to sit with her father," he informed the American. "I've been asked to collect you."

Kelly paused, turning to look at Gaius. The old man nodded, waving her off. Still, she paused. "Gaius, if Uther wakes up and starts pulling at his tube, you have to stop him. Tell him if he doesn't listen, I'll gladly reinsert it, and I won't be so nice about it the second time around." She left, nodding in thanks, waving casually as she exited the room. She proceeded to remove the latex gloves and dump them in the large plastic bag she'd set beside the bedroom door, enacting her own sense of sterility in an otherwise bacteria-ridden environment.

Still dressed in twenty-first century attire, though covered with her lab coat, she walked down the dark corridor with Merlin, hands in her pockets. "So?" she asked with a smile, nudging her friend's arm as they walked. "Did Alex keep you busy?"

Merlin nodded, laughing. "She's a bit confused as to why there is no washroom in your chambers, I must say. I had to help her out a bit in that territory." He smiled when the doctor laughed. "And then we went outside for a short while. I showed her the training fields, the horse stables—she loved that! Gods, that girl and horses! How does she know so much about them? She's only five!" He glanced at Kelly with a humorously wide gaze.

"Her Grandpa gave her lessons a year ago," Kelly explained. "She liked it, but she decided she liked soccer more. And with her soccer schedule, there wasn't a lot of room for anything else—except swimming lessons." She shrugged. "And now she wants to take a round of Hip Hop classes—because her best friend does it."

Merlin looked at the time traveller with undisguised confusion. "I won't pretend to know what kind of lesson that is, but I'm assuming it's…dance."

Kelly nodded. "Street-style dance. Stuff you see in music videos. Remember those YouTube videos I showed you?" she explained gently, rounding another corner that led to the central walkway within the castle. "I was on the Cheer Team in High School, so…I was always into stunts—flipping off of the top of the pyramid, that kind of thing. I've always been the smallest, so I was the one expected to fly off." She laughed at the look on Merlin's face. "Dude, it's not that bad!" Her outburst caught the attention of passing Camelot guards, and they stared at her in shock as they continued on toward their posts. Kelly blushed a bit in embarrassment.

When they were gone, and the corridor was empty, she stopped and slid her lab coat to the floor. "Here, I'll show you." She glanced around again, ensuring that they were alone. "Now, if this screws up, you can't tell Arthur," she warned with a grin.

Merlin watched Kelly, slightly horrified that he might be asked to lie to his master. "What are you doing?" When she gave herself a running start, he leaped to stand against the wall, and he could only watch in stunned silence at the time traveller's antics.

A few forward and backward handsprings later, Kelly retrieved her lab coat, slipping it on over her clothes again. They continued on down the hall, acting like nothing out of the ordinary had taken place.

Kelly had forgotten what a social affair dinner in Camelot's great hall really was. She sat with Alex between her and Arthur, and the Prince spent most of that time talking to Alex about all manner of things, answering question upon question about everything under the sun. Kelly, for the most part, ate and watched the scene around her. She was offered mead but declined, putting her hand over her goblet.

She did feel Arthur's eyes on her through most of it, and she knew what he wanted to ask her; he wanted the go-ahead to tell Alex who he was. Kelly simply gave him a pointed look and he backed off. She carried on talking with one of the servants she'd first met. Her attention was diverted when across the room, Sir Gwaine was getting loud and gesticulating wildly with his hands.

"And I would not have believed such tales if I hadn't seen it for myself," he said loudly. "On the waterfront, the American girls wear very little! I couldn't believe it!" He paused and gestured to the newcomer, his hand out in a placating gesture. "But our Lady Anderson was the exception to that, I'll admit." He cracked up, adding, "But you'd have thought she was naked the way the Princess carried on!" He turned his head to squint at the Doctor. "My lady, what was the name of that thing you wore? Far more modest than any of the swimsuits most wore...it was…" He was waving his hand in confusion, really wracking his brain.

Kelly grinned behind her cup and set it down when she had taken some water. "It's a wetsuit," she explained patiently. She shook her head at Gwaine's rapidly deteriorating state. "Gwaine, you're drunk already?" She cast Arthur a sidelong glance before continuing on in a brazen fashion. "Oh—wait. Not as bad as the night you did Tequila shots with my dad..followed by sambuca…Man, you were a wreck!" Immediately, Gwaine's face went very red, and he narrowed his eyes. This is gonna be fun, she decided. The look on her face said 'Bring it!'

Gwaine managed to compose his features, and he stood, swaying slightly. "My lady, did you ever tell our Regent what it was that cut in front of you out on the waves the other day?" Yes, he was stirring the pot. Two could play at this game. Gwaine smiled, watching the redhead's eyes go round.

"Gwaine!" Kelly shot the knight a glare that would have felled him, if looks could kill. She felt rather than saw Arthur's eyes settle on her in suspicion and waved her hand dismissively. "Nothing," she assured him, though the guilty look on her face belied that statement.

Arthur looked down at Alex, raising an eyebrow in question. "Alex, what do you know about this?" He got a huge smile in return and nodded, his suspicions confirmed. Arthur leaned forward in his seat, his arm resting on the table. "Sir Gwaine! Do enlighten us," he ordered.

Gwaine nodded in an exaggerated motion. "Yes, sire, of course!" He grinned at Kelly, stating boldly, "It was a Hammerhead shark, sire! Apparently about three feet long," he stated with obvious excitement. "Shark attacks are quite common of the coast of California—so Ian told me, anyway. He was admittedly too far away to be able to offer the lookout, but he said they've had several close calls over the last few years. Something about a food shortage and the sharks coming in closer to shore to hunt." Gwaine nodded definitively, sitting down after raising his glass in a toast. He carried on in describing the shark to the knights at his table. "You should see this thing! It had a wide, thick head with an eye on either side…and the head looked like a hammer…" Gods, it was ugly! The creature had been a gray-brown color, and the first dorsal fin (the large fin on the top of the shark that most people associate with sharks) was very large and pointed. Kelly had mentioned that the teeth were serrated and very sharp, as was the characteristic with this species of water creature. "Cheers, mate!"

Arthur turned his gaze from the drunken knight to his soul-mate, glaring at her with a deceptive smile. "You were going to say something about this, I assume," he prompted, his hand absently smoothing his child's blond curls.

Kelly set her cup down and shook her head. "Nope," she said, popping the 'p'. She saw his eyes darken in anger. "You overreact over stupid things!" She gestured toward Arthur, now openly arguing with him. "It was only a baby. They can grow to about twenty feet, and this little guy was nothing." She met his gaze with a challenging expression of her own.

Arthur nodded, pursing his lips in thought. "Ah. So…if that was the baby, where was its mother?"

"I had no freaking clue," she answered honestly, bringing the cup to her lips to hide the smile. Kelly's answer served to cause the Prince's blue eyes to widen considerably in utter disbelief. Kelly laughed at this and set the cup down. She gestured to Gwaine across the room. "Hey—you didn't see your precious knight try to surf the breakers! He bit it—not me! He lasted all of five seconds before he fell off the board—repeatedly," she said, trying to turn the attention away from her. "You might want to talk to that man about risky ventures; Gwaine kept trying to serve himself up to the sharks on a silver platter!" With a self-satisfied smirk, she popped a grape into her mouth. Gwaine was glaring at her, finally shaking his head. He returned to talking with his comrades.

They were quiet after this row, and Alex had a burning question on her mind. She looked up at Arthur and spoke above the din in the hall. "So, is Merlin your special friend?"

Spoons could be heard hitting the plates, and all of the knights turned, some hands shielding mouths from open view as loud guffaws sounded throughout the hall. Servants openly glanced at one another and snickered, trying to contain their mirth.

Arthur froze and eyed Alex in confusion. He lifted his gaze to see Kelly about to bust a gut laughing at this. "Wh-what does she mean?" he asked cautiously. The knights had already started killing themselves over this, and he felt left out of the great big joke. When Kelly leaned past Alex and she whispered the answer in his ear, Arthur abruptly straightened in his seat and his face turned crimson. "N-No," he stammered, horrified but trying desperately not to show it. More than a little flustered, the Prince set his own spoon down and folded his hands together on the table, trying to remain composed.

Alex appeared to think this over, her hands in her lap, and she looked at him again. "Well…then why does he only get you dressed and no one else?"

Oh, that did it. Alexandra's serious question sent the knights and servants alike laughing so hard that many wiped tears from their eyes. It was a long moment before anyone calmed down enough to listen to Arthur's answer. The servants, under Arthur's hard glare, quickly busied themselves elsewhere.

Alex stole a wary glance at the man beside her and then whispered to her mother, "Mommy, look! Why is he so red?" A couple of the less sober knights actually fell off their chairs to lie on the stone floor, clutching their sides in pain. This was too much for nearly all present.

Kelly wiped at her own tears and hugged Alex into her side. "Oh, man!" she gasped. "Alex, baby, Mommy loves you. You're just too cute…"She kissed the top of her daughter's head and sat upright, releasing the girl as she regained control. She was just way too close to losing it—again—and probably restarting the entire hall. She didn't think Arthur would appreciate that, not one bit! Oooh, boy. Talk about loaded questions, she thought with a stifled giggle.

When she felt Arthur looking at her, his mouth gaping like a fish, she gestured toward Alex. "You'd better answer her," she stated with a badly-attempted straight face. "Who knows what other 'so-called' rumours she might start!" She started giggling all over again. Game over.

Arthur was at a loss for words at this point, thoroughly embarrassed by this round of discussion. If he had thought for one moment that this was what others thought…. He was stunned—absolutely speechless.

Kelly placed a hand on his arm. "Oh, come on, Arthur! It was one innocent question," she reminded him, when she'd finally been able to settle down long enough to speak. "Just—suck it up and move on," she advised gently, nodding for reassurance. She suppressed another round of giggles.

The knights weren't so easy to sober up. Add to the hilarity the continuous flow of alcohol, and it would not be left to rest for a while yet…

Eventually the crowd thinned out. Some of the knights drifted off to the local tavern, while others returned to quarters. The servants were left to clean up after the nobles, and Kelly left the hall to take Alexandra back to their chambers for the night.

Arthur stood to follow, and he stopped in the corridor, fighting a steady wave of nerves as he thought how to do this. But, he reasoned, it was time. He could be silent no longer. Stumbling over his words a bit, he finally gestured toward the doors that lead out into the night. "We should really go for a stroll," he suggested. "It's such a beautiful night—and it isn't as though Alex has school tomorrow."

Kelly caught the look on Arthur's face and….yep, she knew it. He wanted to drop a bomb of his own, now. She glanced down at Alexandra, pulling the child up against her front. "Oh, I don't know," she countered uncertainly. "It's pretty late. It's been a busy first day. This can probably wait until tomorrow." She turned to continue back toward the north tower.

"It cannot," Arthur declared, standing still. His tone carried a certain urgency that even he couldn't mask. "I would appreciate your company outside."

Kelly glanced around for any other distraction and finally nodded, moving with Alex to walk with the Prince. She heaved a breath, steeling herself. Forcing a smile, she nodded. She just wasn't so sure this was a great idea. She hadn't planned for this moment.

Once out beyond the castle's huge, heavy doors, they ascended the stairs to the well-kept castle grounds. Alexandra ran down ahead of them and turned her head up to look at the stars. With no smog to block the stars, she was looking all around in awe.

Arthur watched the child's behaviour with obvious interest. He spoke quietly, out of her earshot, aware that the guards also had their eyes on the child in the courtyard. "I cannot do this," he said, his face pinched with pain. "I cannot pretend that I am just a-a friend. I want her to know who I am." He turned, taking Kelly by the shoulders. Searching her face, he said, "I could carry on without both of you in my life, but I would be broken. I have seen a broken man—" he gestured back toward the castle—"and I cannot become like him."

Kelly nodded her understanding. "I know," she said. "Now answer this: What will you do if he opposes your decision to be with us?" She played a decent Devil's Advocate, she knew it. She needed to draw perspective for the Prince. "What then? What if Alex knows who you are, and her own Grandfather flat-out rejects her? Tell me how she bounces back from a blow like that."

Arthur nodded slowly, absorbing this very honest question. "I choose to be Alexandra's father," he replied softly. "I won't do what my father did to Morgana. I won't deny her the truth." He paused and watched Alex, glancing back at Kelly. He hesitated a moment longer before descending the steps to stand on the ground, cobblestone beneath his feet. When Kelly caught up to him, he took her hand. "And, for your information, I'd rather risk his anger over having wed someone I love than pledge my love to someone my father has chosen for me." He could not go through another almost-arranged marriage orchestrated by his father and some other kingdom. He wanted Kelly, and he wanted the uncertainties that came with marrying a commoner….who wasn't so common. He cast his love a cheeky glance and sped up his stride to meet Alexandra.

"Wait—What?" Had she heard him correctly? Did Arthur really say what she thought he had? Kelly caught up to both of them, eyeing him with obvious curiosity as he hauled the laughing little girl into his arms.

Arthur spun the child once, eliciting riotous giggles, and he turned to face the time traveller. Stopping less than a foot away from Kelly, he spoke, "You said you loved me. Did you mean it?" He shifted the child so that she lay across his shoulders, and he watched Kelly for some kind of answer.

Kelly nodded, meeting his gaze levelly. "Yes," she said simply. What else was there to say? Well, she could add 'I hope you don't mind,' but that sort of ruined that deep, philosophical mood.

Arthur nodded, at a bit of a loss. "Well, then…Oh, Gods, how do we even start this?" Suddenly it hit the Prince as to how difficult such a task really was.

Kelly stared at Alexandra and nodded. "We…start with the truth. Keep it simple. She's five," she reminded him with a smile. She told Arthur to set Alex down and then led the child to the steps and sat in front of her. "So, pretty crazy day, hey?"

They carried on like that for a bit, talking about the day, generally reminiscing a bit. When the conversation finally hit a lull, they could no longer avoid this confrontation.

Arthur pulled the child into his arms, closing his eyes against a rising tide of panic. Steeling himself with a deep breath, he finally spoke. "Alex, I had missed your mother for a very, very long time," he confessed. "I lost her, and I didn't know if I would ever see her again."

Alex looked up at the man's surprisingly sad face, and she saw him look at her mother again. She wrinkled her brow in confusion. "Did you cry about it?"

Arthur would have scoffed at this if another had asked him, but he nodded slowly. "Yes, I did," he admitted softly. "But I didn't know just how much I had missed…until I met you." This was difficult, and he swallowed back a lump. There was no backing out, now… "I-I'm not just your mother's friend—I love her." The child nodded, narrowing her eyes as she struggled to understand where this was going. "And…as I love her so much, I was even happier to learn that I…have a daughter." And there it was. Arthur felt the child go stiff and he only pulled her closer. "We wanted you to know who I am."

Alex locked eyes on her mother and asked quietly, "He's my dad?" Her mother nodded. Alex turned her attention back to Arthur and asked, "How come you didn't look for us?" Her voice held an edge of accusation to it.

Arthur shook his head, fighting to find the right words. "I didn't know where to look," he said. "And…I didn't know about you until Merlin began playing with magic, and time, and…I went in after him, to try to save him."

Alex leaned into her father. She didn't know what to say, so she stayed quiet. She had known he liked her, and she did like him… She let her eyes wander the courtyard, the big towers, the castle…Eventually she asked, "This is your house?"

Arthur shook his head and then hesitantly nodded. "It will be. Right now, my father runs the kingdom."

Alex met her father's tired eyes and asked, "Where's your dad?"

Arthur laughed, letting the emotions run out after this last bit of stress. He tried to imagine himself entering his father's chambers, calling, "Dad!" That would earn him a strange look or two… "Um…My father is not well," he confessed. "Your mother might be able to change that." He sent Kelly a hopeful look as he stood with Alex still in his arms.

Still in a state of paralysis, Kelly shrugged, standing to walk with them back into the castle. "I'll do my best," she assured Arthur, patting his arm.

Their return to the castle was fairly quiet until Alex piped up. "Can you fish like my Grandpa? 'Cause you know, dads go fishing and sometimes fall off the dock, or out of the boat...Tamara told me 'bout the time her daddy stepped on a fishing hook; He had to go get a tet'nus shot!" She carried on with everything else she'd ever heard from her friends and then paused to point at him. "What about soccer? I love soccer. I can pass it, kick it, fake it..."

Arthur shot Kelly a look and mouthed, 'Help me!'. This was going to be an interesting chapter in his life, that he knew.

A/N:

I had some fun writing this, but once again...THANK YOU LADY PROEMESS! You're so objective. I love it. XD