Gawain joked on occasion that Igraine was a direct descendant of Lady Justice because Arthur was born to be a solicitor. He loved making an opponent sweat during a case. His lips curved into a smile when witnesses stumbled over their words on the stand. His cross examinations could make a saint confess to nonexistent sins. Arthur was known as predator, he loved tearing down any adversary. He never thought Lancelot, his closet mate, would be a source of dissension in his life. He never thought he had a chance with Gwen. He just watched from afar. He realized and respected Lancelot and Gwen's relationship. Never in the deep recess of his heart, did he ever imagine that Gwen would brush hair out of his eyes. Or they would start dating. Four years ago, being in love with Gwen and sharing a flat with her wasn't on his table. He didn't even mind Merlin living with them. Actually, it was wacky. However, it worked. He didn't really like Gwen's separate bedroom; he knew she need space. Arthur realized something was wrong because she hadn't slept in her room for weeks. More of her clothes were crowding his closets. It made him happy to have her evading his space.
Arthur ran a strong hand through his blonde hair. He knew Lancelot was plotting something againist them. . Every instinct told him that Lancelot was lying low for a specific reason. Lancelot fell off their radar for 6 weeks. After the great reunion, Lancelot said nothing. It was like living in the movie Jaws. Arthur was constantly on guard waiting to hear the soundtrack movie. He was confident in Gwen's love for him. They were committed to each other. Lancelot wasn't going to let her go. Even though, he dumped her on their wedding day. Never again, would Lancelot speak to Guinevere such a degrading manner like the night in Gawain's flat.
'Stop tapping that pen! It's annoying," Gawain stated flatly. Arthur placed his pen on a polished dark cherry table. Gawain's sullen eyes raked over Arthur's tense face. "Are you thinking of him?" Arthur groaned in frustration. "How can I not? Things are not great with Gwen. She's not sleeping or eating. She has nightmares. I don't know."
Gawain folded his arms. Well, Sinclair offered us his corporate jet and a week in Vegas as a gift. Let's go. You, me, Gwen, and Merlin."
"Not a girl."
"You do Vegas with your mates. Not a random girl that you met in a pub for a quick fling"," Gawain responded with a wink.
"Gwen?"
"She's my mate. Besides, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."
Arthur gnawed his lip. ""I could deal with a break from London. Father is deal me nuts. Morgana is whiney. Morgause is crazy. Just need to get away."
"Vegas."
'Done."
Gwen sat on a leather settee in Nimueh's office. She admire Nimueh's coolly modern office with leather furniture and sleek side tables. Everything was black and white with small burst of color.
"You look a wreck, Guinevere. Are you taking your medicine?"
Gwen rubbed her neck. Nimueh knew that Gwen wasn't taking her happy pills. Lack of happy pills meant Guinevere was withdraw and depressed.
Nim's blue eyes met Gwen's brown. They locked eyes. "I need you to focus, Guinevere. Do you love Lancelot?"
"No," Gwen shook her head furiously. "Not any longer."
'Why are you upset about his return?"
"I'm not, Gwen, denied."
Nim leaned back in her chair. A pen twisting in her hand. 'Is it about Arthur?'
Gwen paled and wiped her eyes. "Maybe."
'Are you afraid that Arthur will leave you?'
"No… no... I don't know. Everything is so perfect. Those feelings can back. Thought so my mother. Thoughts of not being good enough. Standing, alone, looks of pity. I love my life. I love Arthur, more than I ever loved Lancelot. I don't..."
"You don't know what?'
"If I could live without him."
Nimueh never brought her emotions to her job. It paid the bills and gave her a nice lifestyle. Something about Gwen made a person just want to rock her like a baby. Nimueh was not the mothering type. She spent too much time helping Gwen back on the right path. Lancelot would never interfere.
"Have faith, Love."
'I do," Gwen murmured softly.
Elena had never been happier. She never told anyone that she had a mild crush on Lancelot. Over the years, she felt so envious of Gwen. She was engaged and in love with dashing Lancelot. Honestly, Elena felt horrible about Gwen and Lancelot's botched wedding. Gwen moved on with Arthur. Arthur and Lancelot were mates, so Gwen would understand about sharing exes. Maybe, she should spill the beans. Should Gwen care about her relationship? Lancelot made her happy, and she deserved someone like Lancelot.
Elena watched Lancelot reading a magazine on her settee. Strands of dark hair fell over his brow. He wore a pair of dark jeans. His broad muscular chest was bare. He was everything that she ever wanted in her life. He was handsome, wealthy, tall, and her was amazing lover. It would be selfish of Gwen to steal her happiness away.
'Elena, why do you see about making dinner plans?'
Elena walked past Lancelot and she brushed her lips across Lancelot's. Quietly, she moved into her bedroom. Lancelot waited until her heard hr laptop spring to life. He stuck a large hand into her Chanel satchel. He rummaged around until he found her mobile. He screened though her contacts until he found Gwen. He wrote Gwen's number on his magazine. He looked over his shoulder. His fingers quickly typed a text, thinking of u.
"Lancelot, Italian or French."
"French."
Lancelot dropped her mobile back into her bag. He moved back to his spot and scanned over the magazine.
A/N: I wrote this during conference night. Because none of my parents EVER come to see me. I have to stay here until 8:30! Sorry, if it's rambling.
