AN: Guys... this is the final chapter... Another story to an end... find out what happened to Mordred!

Mordred glanced up, and then froze. Sitting next to him was the one person who had caused the most misery in his life, his uncle. After his father had left, he had been taken in by his uncle and had lived with the man for five years. His uncle had been nice at first but he had a habit of drinking at home and soon had started to beat Mordred when he was drunk. That had gone on for almost five years before he had gone to the orphanage. He had only gone to the orphanage because one day a neighbor had called the police when she heard Mordred's screams. His uncle had then been put in prison for twenty years and Mordred was put in the orphanage.

"What are you doing here?" Mordred asked as he jumped to his feet and backed away. "Aren't you supposed to be in prison?"

"So it is you," the man growled, hand shooting out to grab Mordred. "I got out on good behavior, what about you? I went to the orphanage and leaned you'd left, been adopted; is that true? How'd a brat like you manage to get adopted?"

"I dunno, someone liked me." Mordred said. "Let me go!"

"Why would I do that?" The man yanked Mordred closer. "You may have been adopted, but I plan on talking to whoever it was, I'm taking you back. Who was it?"

"No." Mordred said. "I won't tell you, let me go!"

"Then you'll leave, and once more you'll be destroying your true family, you want that? You always hurt everything, you want to keep that up?"

"I... I'm not messing anything up!" Mordred said, but his voice was quieter and tears were starting to well up in his eyes.

"Really? You call running away from your dear old uncle not messing things up?" He gave Mordred a shake. "Show me to whoever was dumb enough to take you in."

Mordred shook his head, a tear running down his cheek. "Da isn't dumb." He said.

"You're calling him da?" The man spat. "Your dad is dead; this person isn't your dad, and he's gotta be dumb to take you in."

"I hardly remember my father." Mordred said. "All I remember is you and that was the worst part of my life."

"How dare you, you little brat," his uncle suddenly slapped Mordred across the face. "I provided for you and gave you food, a bed to sleep in!"

Mordred had frozen at the slap and he suddenly nodded, more contrite. "Yes sir," he said softly. "I'm sorry sir."

"Good, that's the Mordred I remember," he smiled slightly. "Now bring me to your 'da'."

"Please no." Mordred said, looking at his uncle. "Please sir."

"I'm taking you to your real home, but first we've gotta see this stupid da of yours. Now come on!"

"No!" Mordred pleaded. "Please! Don't, Da isn't stupid! He is nice to me!"

"Yeah? Nicer than your dear old Uncle Borden?" There was a warning in his eyes which promised a world of hurt should Mordred give the wrong answer.

Mordred hesitated before nodding his head. "He doesn't hit me!" He said.

There was a resounding slap and then Mordred found himself yanked over and shoved into a surprising new car.

"You will tell me where to find that place this instant!" Borden shouted.

Mordred tried to blink back his tears and put a hand up to his stinging face. "I don't know the address!" He cried.

"Well then just tell me how to get there," Borden demanded. "Or I'll go back to your orphanage and demand the address from them!"

"D-down that street, and turn left." Mordred sobbed. "Please don't hit me."

"I won't hit you if your directions work," Borden replied. "Now what? Which house?"

"That one." Mordred said pointing to the door.

"Good boy, you remember how I taught you to act?" Borden asked. "Or need I leave you in the car so you don't get to say goodbye to your da."

"Yes sir." Mordred said. "I remember."

"Good," Borden nodded. "Now come on, Dre."

"Don't call me that!" Mordred cried. "That's Da's name for me."

"It was the name we used for the act far before your da came up with it, now come," Borden pulled Mordred out and then smoothed his hair and shirt. "Wait first, tell me what's wrong with your voice, I should be worried."

"I had surgery the other day." Mordred said.

"For what?"

"Tonsils had to be removed." Mordred muttered.

"Oh, finally got them out? I remember you had some problems, your da bothered paying for the surgery? He might be a good asset..."

"He did, I told you he is nice to me." Mordred growled. "I'd go further and say he cares for me..." He looked to his uncle.

"I'll get you later, brat," Borden muttered. He smiled brightly, slinging an arm around Mordred's shoulders as the door was pulled open.

"Mordred?" Gwaine looked out and frowned at the sight of Mordred with the man. "Who are you? Mordred! Are you okay?"

"It's wonderful to meet you," Borden held out a hand. "I'd been so worried. I'm Julius Borden, Mordred's uncle. I had lost track of him when he went to the orphanage, but we finally ran into each other today! He told me I could find the man who had adopted him here?"

"Yes, I can talk to you in just a second." Gwaine said before turning to Mordred. "You go to the kitchen and let Arthur know you are back and then straight to your room."

"I would rather my nephew stay near me. We'd been separated for so long," Borden dabbed at his eyes and gave Mordred a half hug.

"I'm sorry, but Mordred isn't well and he should be resting." Gwaine said then leveled Mordred with a glare. "Go Mordred."

Mordred glanced at Borden before scurrying inside. Borden frowned before trying to smile back at Gwaine.

"What's your name? I simply know you as 'da'." Borden chuckled slightly.

"My name is Gwaine Finnegan." Gwaine said. "Please come into the kitchen. You want anything to drink?"

"I..." He hesitated before shaking his head. "No, thanks. Now, how long has my nephew lived here? I've missed him dearly."

"A few weeks." Gwaine said. "I finished adopting him less than a week ago."

They walked into the kitchen and Gwaine nodded to Arthur. "Arthur, this is Julius Borden. Mr Borden this is my friend Officer Arthur Pendragon."

"Pendragon," Borden suddenly paled dramatically, however he covered his sudden uneasiness with a chuckle and he forced some color back in his cheeks. "It's... Nice to meet you."

"It is nice to meet you as well." Arthur said. "Gwaine will you see me out please?"

"Of course," Gwaine nodded. He brought Arthur to the door and raised an eyebrow. "Anything wrong, Arthur?"

"I know that name..." Arthur frowned. "And I don't think he is doing any good here, Mordred was really jumpy when he came in."

"Yeah, I noticed. You maybe want to wait around somewhere near here? Just in case? I don't know, this guy makes me nervous..."

"Yeah, I'm going to go get some files from the station emailed to me on my computer in my car. I think my father brought him in at some point but I'm not sure, don't let him take Mordred anywhere, you are his legal guardian now. He needs your permission to go anywhere, be as harsh as you have to. I'll be right outside." Arthur told Gwaine.

"Okay, thanks Arthur," Gwaine nodded. "Don't want to be be too harsh, Cuilén's in his room... Hope it doesn't come to that."

Gwaine then turned back to Borden, flashing a grin.

"So," Gwaine spoke. "Want some food? You must want something for this exciting occasion."

"I'll be fine thank you, I was hoping to be able to take Mordred to dinner." Borden said. "It isn't everyday I get reunited with my nephew."

"True, but we actually had a dinner planned out, him and me. We have it all ready," Gwaine shrugged. "Maybe tomorrow? For now, let's just talk. So, did he used to live with you?"

"For a few years." Borden said. "Didn't he tell you? His father died... Well left, when he was around four or five and he lived with me until he was nine."

"Oh?" Gwaine swallowed. Was this man telling the truth? Had Mordred lied? "What happened when he was nine? He hadn't told me everything."

"I couldn't take care of him anymore." Borden admitted. "My... Job took me away. I had to put him in the orphanage."

"That must have been hard," Gwaine frowned. "He's a special kid, lots of potential."

"Yes he is." Borden spoke. "I hated to get separated from him."

"Yeah, I understand, I too don't like the idea of being separated from my son," Gwaine searched the other man's eyes. There was something there that Gwaine didn't like but he couldn't place it.

"Now that I've found him again I would like to reconnect." Borden said.

Gwaine was about to respond when his cell phone rang. "Hello?" He asked.

"Can you send Mordred out to talk to me?" Arthur asked. "And Cuilén can come out to, I would suggest it."

"Oh?" Gwaine's heart picked up. "Okay... Let me get them."

He hung up and thought quickly, plastering a smile on his face.

"My boys' friend is waiting outside and I've got to send them out for a minute to talk to him. They should be back soon, give me a moment," Gwaine stood quickly, knocking first on Mordred's door. "Mordred? Come out, someone needs to talk to you down on the street. Come out now."

"What is it da?" Mordred asked sullenly, opening the door.

"Go with Cuilén downstairs. I have to get him right now, don't speak with anyone except Arthur who's down there, got it? Just nod."

Gwaine waited for the frightened nod before hurrying off to Cuilén's room

"Buddy," Gwaine hurried inside, gathering up the small boy and placing him on his feet. He noticed some tear tracks which he forced himself to simply wipe at and then ignore. "You've got to head down stairs with Mordred right now, okay? Don't talk to the man in the kitchen."

"Why?" Cuilén asked softly, his voice frightened. "What's going on Gwaine?"

"Don't worry about it, buddy, just go downstairs okay? Can you do that for me?" Gwaine placed a quick kiss on the boy's forehead.

Cuilén nodded and walked downstairs with Mordred. "Bye Gwaine!" He called, "We will be back soon!"

"Yeah," Gwaine nodded down after them, his face confident.

Gwaine then turned back to Borden, a false smile on his face. "So, you were telling me about Mordred? He a happy kid?"

"He was very happy." Borden nodded. "Very very happy."

"I'm glad, I'm afraid the orphanage made him less so," Gwaine frowned, suddenly feeling uneasy as if this man was trying far too hard. "He may be different now than when he was young."

"Oh, well I would hate for anything to have happened to him!" Borden looked to Gwaine. "Is he different? How so?"

"He's rather quiet, moody, you know how poor kids in an orphanage can be," Gwaine edged backwards from the man's angry look. "You understand?"

"No I'm afraid I don't." Borden said. "He was quite fine when I left him there."

"I'm sure the orphanage is to blame and not you, sir," Gwaine said quickly. "I'm sure he missed you."

"I know he did." Borden agreed. "He was overjoyed to see me. When may I take him to dinner? Or any meal really, I want to spend time with him."

"I'm sure he was happy to see you, but we'll have to wait and see when he's not busy," Gwaine replied, shifting uneasily. He wished Arthur would come in. "We'll know soon enough."

"I really wish to spend time with him though." Borden said. "I thought he was sick, why would you let him go out to talk to a friend?"

"In person he and his friend can communicate but Mordred cannot talk on the phone, it's too hard for his vocal chords right now," Gwaine thought quickly. "And Mordred can't text."

"Well I would assume that would be because he doesn't have a phone?" Borden asked. "Why couldn't he use yours?"

"I discourage texting for my boys," Gwaine replied smoothly. "I'm afraid it'll be too addicting. Maybe when they're older."

"How am I supposed to contact him then?" Borden asked.

"Through me, I suppose," Gwaine answered slowly, glancing uneasily at the door. These questions were beginning to rattle him, just a bit. "But I don't know my son's availability yet, I've yet to check. Do you know your available days?"

"I am available anytime my nephew is." Borden said. "Please do figure that out soon. Where does he go to school? Maybe we can arrange a time then?"

"He actually graduated last year," Gwaine replied. "He was done at 16, had no interest in going to a university."

"Well... I'm afraid I don't agree with that." Borden frowned. "He must go to some sort of university so he can get a good job."

"I'm sure he'll find something, plenty do," Gwaine bristled. "He could be a tradesman, who knows. He is currently under my jurisdiction."

"Doing what?" Borden asked. "Certainly it isn't that important... Not so important he can't stop and go to a university."

"Well perhaps someone will talk to him about such an idea," Gwaine tried to calm the suddenly angry man. "We can give him that option, of course. Where did you go to University?"

"It doesn't matter. What matters is getting my nephew the education he needs whether he wants it or not. I was thinking of a boarding school a day or so from here." Borden suggested.

"A day away?" Gwaine frowned. "Why so far? Did you have one in mind? Then you won't be able to see him anyway. My cousin did boarding school for a couple years and finally stopped since his mum couldn't see him,"

"I do, not that it is any of your business where I send my nephew to college." Borden growled.

"Perhaps," Gwaine suddenly grew angry, though he tried to hide it. "But perhaps you've forgotten that he's legally my son, and I do in fact have the final word."

"And I can assure you that if you do not agree for him to going to this school then you will not like the results." Borden said he reached forward and grabbed Gwaine's shirt collar just as Arthur walked silently into the kitchen.

"Stop and put your hands up!" Arthur suddenly commanded as another curly haired officer followed behind him.

Borden slowly did as he was told and the second police officer walked over and handcuffed him.

"Are you okay?" Arthur asked Gwaine.

"Yeah, yeah fine," Gwaine breathed, staring first at Borden and then Arthur. "Are the boys okay?"

"They are fine." Arthur said as the other officer lead Borden outside.

"Did Mordred tell you something bad?" Gwaine asked. "Because that man has something wrong with him."

"I will bring Mordred and Cuilén in and we can talk in a few minutes." Arthur said. "Leon will bring Borden in to the station and we will talk. I want to show you what I found out."

"Yeah? Show me," Gwaine nodded. "Should you show me before Mordred enters, perhaps?"

"No, I want to see what he will tell you first." Arthur said. "He didn't tell me much but we will have the files so he has to tell you or you will read them. I think it will help with some of the emotions he is bottling up."

"Okay, bring him in," Gwaine readied himself as Arthur retrieved the two boys. Both were crying slightly, though Mordred was trying to stop and Cuilén didn't seem to care. The younger boy was much more concerned with holding Mordred close and apparently trying to comfort him by hugging Mordred with one arm and speaking softly.

"Cuilén," Gwaine said gently. "Come here buddy." He held his arms out to the younger boy. Cuilén hesitated before pulling Mordred into Gwaine's hug as well.

"I'm glad our family is alright now," he said quietly as he tried to stop his own tears. "We're okay Mordred, okay? We'll be okay."

Mordred nodded but quickly pulled out of the hug. "Okay whatever. Can I go back to my room now?"

"Kid," Gwaine stood back. "We're going to talk. Cuilén, please go in another room while I talk to Dre and Arthur, alright? Good. Now, I have some files here from your childhood. I haven't read them yet, but Arthur has. I want you to tell me what those files might say, or I'll read them myself, okay Dre? Please just tell me, at your own pace. Just let out your emotions, and tell me about that man."

"I don't want to." Mordred said, eyeing the files apprehensively. "Don't read those!"

"Dre, either you tell me or I'll read them, okay? You get to chose, but it'd be a lot nicer to hear you tell me about them," Gwaine said gently, a hand resting on Mordred's shoulder. "Please kid, for me?"

Mordred whimpered slightly. "Why? Why do we have to do this?"

"That man almost took you away from me. I'm your da, I need to know about your past, okay," Gwaine looked deep into Mordred's eyes and saw fear running deep. "For your da."

"Well... W-what do you know?" Mordred asked. "You have to know something otherwise you wouldn't be asking."

"All I know is that man meant trouble, he was not a good person, and I want you to tell me why," Gwaine said gently. "You can start when you were four or five."

"My dad left." Mordred said slowly. "That's what happened then."

"Did he leave you, or did he die?" Gwaine asked gently.

"I... I don't know." Mordred said. "Uncle Julius said he left..."

"Okay, and then you went to live with him? How did he treat you? Tell me honestly or I will read the files."

"He treated me like how I deserved to be treated." Mordred said as if he was reading from a script, or a line he had said thousands of times.

"Did he? What actions did he perform?" Gwaine asked. "What were his punishments like? What did he do when he decided you'd done something wrong? And what even did you do wrong?"

"I... I don't know." Mordred sounded confused by all the questions. "I'm sorry... I don't know, please don't hit me, sir."

"He would hit you?" Gwaine felt his blood boil before calming himself. "Why?"

"'Cause I deserved it." Mordred said in the same monotone voice as before.

"What did you do to deserve it?" Gwaine asked again, hating the tone of voice Mordred used. It was foreboding of what happened while under Borden's care.

"I didn't always know," Mordred finally said. "I learned what I could and couldn't do."

"Like what? Dre, please elaborate. What couldn't you do?"

"Lot of things..." Mordred said, his voice trailing off. "I couldn't get any grade below an A- on anything, I couldn't go anywhere without his permission, I could only go in certain rooms of the house, I couldn't talk to people unless I absolutely had to, I had to conceal all the bruises he gave me, I couldn't get sick..." Mordred had tears running down his cheeks now but he was trying to stop crying. "I couldn't cry or scream during the beatings, I had to clean up everything he asked me to..."

"The beatings?" Gwaine gasped. "He would beat you? Kid?"

Mordred hesitated then nodded. "It was punishment if I did any one of those things and more, I was horrible at Math in school and often I would get beatings three times a week for that alone."

"Kid..." Gwaine trailed off and then embraced Mordred in a careful hug. "Those aren't things anyone deserves a beating for! No one deserves a beating at all! Well... Keep going, kid. Did he leave you at the orphanage or did... Something else happen."

"A neighbour called the police." Mordred said blinking away his tears and once again sliding a mask of unemotion onto his face.

"The neighbor knew?" Gwaine asked. "Did you tell them?"

"They heard me screaming." Mordred said unemotionally. "They called the police, they came and took my uncle away. He was supposed to be there for twenty years."

"Oh kid, I'm so sorry," Gwaine felt Mordred's tears leaning into Gwaine's t-shirt. Gwaine glanced over at Arthur who was watching with his own slightly damp eyes and Gwaine spoke softly. "How'd he get out early?"

"Probably on good behaviour." Arthur said. "He won't this time, and you can put a restraining order on him as well."

"Okay, Mordred? He will not get you again, I'll keep you safe. Okay kid? Dre, you can let it out. I know you're more sad than you're letting me see, and that's not good. You know I don't care if you cry, even really hard. Please, hiding emotions is bad. Go ahead buddy, just let out your emotions, please."

Mordred shook his head. "I can't, it isn't right." He half sobbed.

"Yeah, it's right. Crying will help kid. Why don't you tell me more about your time with him, and don't hold it in, please? For da?"

"W-what do y-you want to kn-know?" Mordred asked.

"Anything and everything kid," Gwaine gently rubbed circles on his back.

Arthur leaned down to whisper in Gwaine's ear. "Well, it's easier if you ask about one thing then he can focus on something and not be overwhelmed, like beating or what a typical day was like for him, and pick a day like Monday."

"What was a typical weekend like for you there?" Gwaine asked gently.

"It was the worst of the week." Mordred said. "I was home all day most of the time, and I would mostly likely be in trouble for not getting up in time." He sniffled and pulled away from the hug and just sat in his chair.

"What time would you have to wake up?" Gwaine asked.

"5:30 every day." Mordred said. "The punishment was less breakfast, my uncle would have his breakfast, and I would get to sit outside no matter the weather and eat my breakfast, which was usually toast."

"Then what?" Gwaine asked gently.

"Then I would be put to work," Mordred said, blinking his eyes rapidly to stop tears from falling. "I had to work in his huge garden for two hours, doing whatever he said."

"And make the meals Im sure," Gwaine asked. "What about in the afternoon?"

"Well, after the garden I was put to work in the house, I usually ended up on the kitchen floors cleaning then helped to prepare lunch. Then uncle Julius would eat and I got a sandwich which was the best meal I had all day. Then I would do homework, I had an hour to get everything done and the next half hour after that was usually spent by my uncle beating me." Mordred let out a half sob before stopping himself then continuing on. "Every page of homework missing for most subjects was ten lashes with his belt, math was different."

"Kid, I know you want to cry, please allow yourself to," Gwaine reached forward, but Mordred quickly continued speaking.

"Math was the worst one, I usually had about 20 problems. For each one I missed or didn't get right, I was whipped three times with his braided whip." Mordred's breathing hitched and he looked up at Gwaine as he started to cry. "That one hurt the most Da, it really hurt."

"I'm sure kid, I'm sure," Gwaine leaned forward to hug his son, tears gathering in his own eyes. "I'm so sorry."

"I don't want to talk about it anymore." Mordred said as he sobbed harder. "Can we stop please?"

"I think it best you finish the day," Arthur told him softly.

"No... I don't want to!" Mordred sobbed moving to sit on Gwaine's lap. "I really don't want to."

"Hey, kid, if you finish I promise we can go with Cuilén and Merlin to anywhere of your choosing. A whole day doing whatever you want, eating where you want, you being in charge and making our decisions."

"Really?" Mordred asked, looking at Gwaine.

"Really, kid, please finish," Gwaine urged gently.

"Okay, next was training." Mordred said. "I had to run laps in the yard and other stuff, then we had dinner where I would get a piece of bread and a glass of water and then if I had been good I might get some fruit. Then I finished my homework and read three paragraphs to my uncle. If I missed a five words then that was a lash, I was then delivered my punishment, usually around twenty lashes, and sent to bed." Mordred said hurriedly.

"Oh, buddy," Gwaine hugged him close, rubbing circles on his back. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. You will never be treated like that again, okay? I promise you, kid, you deserved none of that, and none of that will happen ever again. You missed that many words? A hundred is a lot, were you reading adult books?"

"Some times, but usually they were just books I had to read for school or just cause he said so." Mordred said.

"Alright." Gwaine said frowning slightly and noting to check Mordred's eyesight and reading abilities later. "I'm sorry about that kid."

Mordred just nodded into Gwaine's shoulder and sobbed. "I hated it." He said. "I couldn't do anything."

"Now you have all the choices in the world," Gwaine told him. "As soon as you're well and Merlin is well, we'll have a whole day with you in charge... This talking may set back your recovery though..."

"Can we do my room now?" Mordred asked. "Well, soon I guess, not right now, cause I'm hungry."

"Sure kid, I'll give you ice cream, but stop talking, okay?" Gwaine told him, rubbing his hand on Mordred's shoulder. "Just nod."

Mordred nodded, but clung to Gwaine while staying where he was on his lap.

"I'd best get back to Merlin before he completely panics," Arthur stood up. "Maybe he should have ice cream too, what flavor does he like?"

"Um, just get him Chocolate." Gwaine said. "The more chocolate, the more happy he is."

"Got it," Arthur chuckled. He smiled gently at Mordred and began walking out, when he froze eyes glued into the hallway.

Arthur spoke in a whisper. "Gwaine, get over here. Mordred, let him go for a moment, please."

"What is it?" Gwaine asked gently prying Mordred off of him. "What is it?"

Arthur pointed and Gwaine glanced into the hallway, his blood running cold for there sat Cuilén, curled in a ball, biting desperately on his knuckle to keep from crying out, while his shoulders shook from silent sobbing.

"Cuilén!" Gwaine ran over to the younger boy. "What is wrong?" Then he thought of something. "Did you hear what we were talking about?"

Cuilén glanced up before launching himself at Gwaine and sobbing desperately into his shirt.

"How can anyone be so horrid?" Cuilén sobbed. "He was a little boy! It's so horrible! How can anyone be so horrible? It's not fair, make it... Make it go away, Gwaine! Fix it, help it, stop it, please! Please make it go away!"

"We are helping Mordred." Gwaine said holding his cousin close to him. "We are doing our best buddy, Arthur and Leon arrested the man who hurt him. What else do you want me to do? I'm not sure I can do anything else."

"I just..." Cuilén's shoulders shook as he continued to sob. In a moment he pulled away and then launched himself into Mordred's arm, hugging the other boy in a death grip. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I'm really sorry! Please get better Mordred. I'm so so sorry."

"It's okay." Mordred hushed the younger boy. "I promise it's okay, and don't say you're sorry, you didn't do anything."

"But... It's so horrible! I'd rather it have been me. You're my older brother and I love you."

"It was horrible but it's over now." Mordred had stopped crying when Cuilén had come in. "I'm okay now. And I would hate it if anything like that happened to you, don't say that okay? For me?" Mordred asked.

"I... Okay," Cuilén sniffled, burrowing his head into Mordred's shoulder. "But I still wish it, inside. No matter what, you'll be my hero. I hope nothing ever ever happens to you again, or I'll go right there with you."

"I'm sure you will." Mordred said. "Why don't we have dinner? Then we can do something fun."

"Dre, remember you need to stop talking," Gwaine warned as Arthur slipped out. "Don't let him talk any more, buddy."

"Okay," Cuilén sniffled. "I don't feel like doing anything fun, I just want to sit as a family."

"What abo-" Mordred started to say only to have a hand clapped over his mouth.

"Da!" He yelled only it was muffled by Gwaine's hand.

"Can we just sit," Cuilén asked quietly. "I don't think fun is good right now, we just need our family. I hope Merlin feels better soon."

Mordred was still glaring at Gwaine then licked the palm of Gwaine's hand.

"Ew! Dre!" Gwaine complained. "Fine, I'll stop but don't you talk or you'll never be well!"

"Fine." Mordred said then dodged Gwaine's hand. "Don't touch me!"

Gwaine smiled and ruffled Mordred's hair before hurrying away to get the ice cream. That night found all three sleeping happily in the living room, a true little family.

MMM

"Are we ready?"

"Sandwiches are ready."

"Good Lance. Percy?"

"Yup, boss, everything looks good."

"Then it's go time!"

The doors of Pop and Son's deli swung open to reveal a good sized line which was greeted by Cuilén who gave each customer a business card. Gwaine took people's orders while Mordred and Lance made the sandwiches and Percy carried supplies in and put out extra sauces.

Leon and some other officers came in, soon followed by Arthur and Gwen on their first date.

"Too bad Merlin still had to tonsillitis," Lancelot said softly to Mordred.

"Yeah, I'm lucky I'm well." Mordred said whispered. "Hurry up and make sandwiches!"

"I'm going," Lance smiled at the boy and then at the line out the door. "It looks to be a long day, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Me neither," Mordred shares a smile with Gwaine at the registrar. "Neither would I."

AN: Review please... we would love it if you did. Sad for Mordred!