There´s a grief that can´t be spoken
There´s a pain goes on and on
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone.
(C) Les MisSomething wasn't right, Moira decided as she changed her clothes from the dress she wore for a tunic and breeches. She could feel it, there was something happening, something she should have joined in on. Swiftly, hands moving fast she braided her hair as best she could and belted on her sword, wincing at the pull of her wound. Even as she left her room she heard Morgan's voice below. "And I know that you are frightened—" Moira went to the railing. "My brother has gone to battle to protect these lands. It is my wish that I be here for you in your time of need." She went to sit on the throne, but Moira's voice rang hard and strong.
"Ye can wish all ye want, but ye won't sit on the throne—no one but Arthur, the true king, sits there."
Morgan's eyes flashed, looking up at the woman. She should have died in battle; she should have ordered it on her men. "Lady Moira, I expected a better welcome then that."
"Ye won't have one." The Irishwoman descended the stairs from above. Merlin smiled to himself. "Arthur will return soon enough." To appease the woman, to not ruin her chances with the peasants Morgan merely stood beside the throne, hand resting on it. Content with that Moira turned away to find Maggie behind her. "The man…the sorcerer," The redhead fumbled for words. "She has him in the stocks…and the lady in shackles." Moira felt her stomach drop at Maggie's words.
"Show me."
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How much more could go wrong? Merlin thought even as he was left alone, in the dark, no one but Pendragon's men around him. Igraine dragged off, Morgan taking the throne. Where was his king? Where was his hope? A rustle drew his attention to the two guards on either side. Moira, in quite possibly the most revealing clothes he had ever seen her in was sauntering…yes sauntering was the word, over to them. "I thought ye could use some ale," she spoke to the guards. "Tis a hard duty guarding a traitor." Merlin closed his eyes, even Moira was believing Morgan. There was no hope for Camelot, not anymore. His eyes flew up at the sound of gurgling. Both guards fell to the ground, clutching at their throats. Moira stood a bloody dagger in her hand, gray eyes fierce. "Praise the Gods." Merlin muttered, Moira stepped over the bodies and pulled a hair pin from the bun at the nape of her neck, setting to work.
"Igraine is in her rooms, the guards are gone…Morgan's in there," Moira spoke softly as she worked. "I fear the worse—Morgan's…evil." The locks clicked and she lifted the top off of the stock. "Go, go quickly." The sorcerer hurried off, trying to rid the ache in his muscles. Moira stood where she was, blood soaked into the chemise she wore, eyes cast skyward. God grant me to the strength to know what is right. She rushed back into the castle, heading for her rooms. Maggie let out a gasp as the door opened and closed. Relieved that it was Moira. "Oh my—what happened…"
"Shh." Moira silenced her smartly, shedding the see through chemise in exchange for her men's clothes. She washed the blood from her hands and her dagger. The chemise was burned.
"Ye have changed…" Maggie whispered her green eyes tearful. "Yer a killer."
"No, I'm a knight," Moira fixed her bandages. "Go to bed…" She crawled onto the furs with her childhood friend and snuggled down for the night. Even as sleep took them death took Igraine in the form of Morgan.
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Sometime in the night Excalibur came home to Camelot, to her rightful place. However, she was not in the hands of her true master. Morgan trailed her fingers down the blood-soaked sword. "It is time," Sybil said from the corner of the room. "Take your rightful place." The light of dawn filtered in through the windows. "Today is the day." Sybil laid her hands on Morgan's shoulders. "Camelot, and the country will be yours."
Moira readied herself for the day; her dress chosen by Maggie was black with gold trim, unusual for her style, but appreciated nonetheless. She exited her room, her head held high a circle of emeralds around her brow. Merlin met her in the hall. "Igraine is dead." He whispered.
"What?" Moira's cry echoed down the hall, gray eyes filled with tears. "How?"
"Morgan." Merlin replied softly. Moira closed her eyes and enclosed him in a warm hug, stroking the back of his neck. "She's gone too far." He whispered. He hadn't even had a chance with the real Igraine and she was torn from him, cruelly, coldly. Moira murmured soft words of reassurance in his ears.
"My people!" The voice of Morgan shot chills down Moira's back. With Merlin behind her she went down to the great hall, it seemed everyone had gathered there. "The King is dead! Here is his sword!" She held up Excalibur in the light of the new day. Sybil, in the crafty way brought the crowd around to thinking Morgan would be queen. Even as she affirmed that she would take the throne Moira was pushing through. "Ye will not!" The shout made them part letting her through. "The only way ye'll take the throne is if ye show us the body of the king." Morgan's eyes flashed. "Unless ye think it unnecessary…"
"Lady Moira it seems you're the only one who wishes to see the body…"
"I'm with her." Maggie spoke up from the back of the crowd.
"As do I." Others began to speak, Morgan, flustered, looked to Sybil for guidance, but it was all too late.
"Seize her." Morgan ordered. Guards grabbed both her arms; she was shackled to the pillar with Merlin.
"Nice seeing you here," Merlin said dryly. She gave him a dour smile. Shifting around in order to see him more clearly. "Is he dead?" The sorcerer asked.
"I don't know." She replied. "I was told to stay."
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It was afternoon; the great hall was turning into a coronation room. Moira scowled watching them all. "She's not the rightful heir, ye know that don't ye?" Moira shouted at them. "She'll fuck you all over!" Her eyes fell back to the door as it opened. "The Devil take you!" Moira screamed as Sybil lifted the crown over the head of Morgan. "Both of you!" She closed her eyes against the words being said, shaking her head. A slow clapping began before the crown reached her head. Moira turned grinning. "Arthur." She said softly.
"You live!" Morgan hugged her brother.
"I know your true face sister." Arthur turned to the crowd. "One word of my death you proclaim new leader a king could be offended." Even as he spoke Kay was undoing the shackles on the wizard and Moira. This is hard because I remember standing here at my coronation and seeing hope and I have made mistakes. I live for one thing your hope and how to deliver on it."
"You Morgan Pendragon, you have betrayed these people, you have betrayed me."
"It was my idea," Sybil spoke before Morgan could. Sybil was taken away. The hall cleared.
Kay pushed his way toward Moira; she met him halfway, throwing her arms around him, breathing in the scent of sweat and hay from the stable. He closed his arms around her; eyes squeezed shut as he thought of how he was supposed to tell her of all that had happened. "Igraine's dead." Moira pulled away the hug.
"So is Leontes…he died protecting the king." Kay whispered, he caught her in his arms again as a sob split the air. "Moira…Owen…Owen fell." The sobs grew harder. Arthur stood by them, Merlin at his side, a steadying hand on his shoulder.
"Owen, Leontes, Igraine, how many more must die!" Moira shouted eyes on her king. Eyes that were filled with pain and tears. Kay stroked a steady hand over her hair even though his grimed face was streaked with tears. Larkin and Mal walked in Owen's body bared between them on a stretcher. Behind them Leontes body was brought in. A funeral pyre would be held that night for all three that were lost. Maggie went quietly into Larkin's arms, comforting.
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He knew where to find her. He knew the path well, he knew her well. Malcolm walked under the branches of the willow and sat down beside her. Silence was all that was needed between brother and sister. It wasn't long before Larkin joined them; they sat as they had always sat, side by side, shoulder to shoulder. The only thing different is that they were missing one of their own. True others were mourning, others were lost All of Camelot would grieve that night, they were allowed one night of sadness, no more, no less.
"He died a good death," Larkin said finally. "One that we all can honor."
"He was the baby," Moira whispered, eyes streaming down her face. "I helped raise him."
"I know little pup," Malcolm leaned his head on hers. "We will continue on. Together."
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Three pyres were laid at sunset. Three fires lit for those that were lost, for those that had died for Camelot. Moira stood beside Kay, as the flames licked at Owen's body she slipped her hand into Kay's. "He'll never know how much I loved him," She murmured. She turned her head into Kay's shoulder as Larkin sang softly. "And it is my own true love that has called to me, from across the sea…from across the sea…"
"And I will follow you, wherever you may go," Moira joined softly. "For tis in Heaven that I will surely go…And it is there that we will meet once more…no longer longing to be brothers in arms."
000
"Those planks right over there," Kay instructed Moira gently. "The ones with Leontes'…" He didn't have to go further as Moira collected them, and held them lovingly to her chest. They were joined by the knights, and her brothers. "The seat shall remain empty until we find a champion fit for me." Arthur stated. "For Leontes." He pointed his sword towards the sky.
"For Leontes." The chorus of words was joined by the points of swords. Arthur then turned to Moira, Larkin and Malcolm. "Kneel." Confused, the three family members knelt. One by one he knighted them. "Rise McCreedy's as knights of Camelot and of King Arthur. In the light of the deaths a new order will be born. A round table where no one will fear judgment and all will fight for what's good and just."
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She had followed him into countless battles, she had grew up beside him, loved him, cared for him. Moira sat gazing into the fire; her gray eyes seemed never to grow tired of producing tears. She had followed him into the fiery depths of Hell, over mountains, across rivers. And what had that gotten her? A dead brother, a dead comrade, and a dead surrogate mother all in the same fucking day. Merlin was gone. Morgan exiled. Maggie had gone to Larkin's room and from the rumors flooding around the castle Bridget to Mal's. She rose from her position on the floor to answer the knock. She opened the door, Kay stood on the other side. Without a word she let him in, following him to the bed. "I don't want to be alone." He said softly. She sat down beside him, and leaned into the arm he offered. Moira turned his face toward hers, and laid her lips gently on his. It was not a day to distrust anymore. It was a day to make amends, to make change. Kay framed her face between his hands, deepening the kiss. She pulled away. "Stay with me tonight." Her soft request had him groaning softly as he took her mouth once more.
His large hands lifted the chemise she wore from her body, running his hand along her thigh to her rib cage, the bandages a reminder of what they had fought for, together. His hands cupped her supple breasts, thumbs caressing the nipples into peaks. "Do you know how long I've imagined this?" He whispered pressing his lips to the side of her neck, combing the hair from her face. She pulled the tunic away from his body pulling him close, relishing the feeling of his hard muscles, the smoothness of his skin. He freed himself of his pants. She lay beneath him; gray eyes darkened with passion, polished oak hair tussled across the silken sheets. He ran his head down between her breasts, large callused fingers leaving a trail of goose bumps. Finally his hand found its mark between her legs.
She was hot, wet and ready, Still, he thought as he kissed her, still all he wanted to do was please her. She was like a well aged wine, sweet to the taste, drugging and addictive. She writhed beneath him, impatient as always. His eyes went cross-eyed as her long fingers wrapped around his length. Laughing hoarsely he pressed a kiss to each peaked nipple before letting himself slide into the warm abyss. She clamped around him, an anchor in the middle of a raging storm. It wasn't like her to be like this, Moira thought as her body rocked against Kay's. So free with herself, so confident. Kay let out a surprised laugh as she rolled them, and rose high above him, hips moving in her own rhythm. His hands laid on her hips, hazel eyes half closed watching the woman above him. His grip tightened as he flipped them, grunting and panting he shook and shuddered even as she bit his shoulder in an attempt to block out a loud moan. She clenched and unclenched around his softening cock.
Kay dropped his forehead onto hers, panting softly. He brushed his fingers gently on her hair, kissing the side of her chin, her eyebrows, her eyelids, the tip of her nose and finally her mouth. She smiled lazily against his lips and murmured in displeasure as he pulled out and flopped not too ceremoniously on his side. She curled up on her side, sedated from both wonderful sex and the effects of grieving all day. Kay lay on his side, gazing at her. She looked like a cat that had gorged itself on a bucket of cream. She nestled into his arms, closing her eyes. "Will you be able to sleep?" She muttered sleepily.
"Oh yes," Kay murmured, stroking a hand over her head, soothing her. She was asleep, snoring softly. He smiled as he thought of the conversation he; Leontes and Gawain had had about it. He cast his eyes skyward, and smiled. "I love you Leontes," he whispered softly. "I'll miss you."
A/N: I will state for the record I don't normally write sex. Also I did try to throw some of the season finale in here. In the best way I could. Wish I could have had the script or something to get the lines right. But enjoy