A few seagulls flew overhead, Gwen's legs dangled from a rickety old wooden dock as she leaned back against Arthur's firm chest. His large hands resting on her knees. A sun like red orange orb dipped into the calm waters of the Atlantic. A slight breeze moved Arthur's hair. She snuggled deeper into Arthur's embrace.

"Did you know about this?"

"Yes, Arthur murmured against her hair." Vivian did all of the work. She waltzed into my office, waving a Gucci or Fendi… a full-fledged tirade about a Vegas wedding. Words like tacky, cheap, and common, and spewed from her mouth. A plan was formed."

'"Thank you, Mr. Pendragon."

"Anytime, Mrs. Pendragon."

Gwen and Arthur watched Ellie raced though crashing waves as Morgause shook her head. Their friends and family, standing along the shore, just watching an amazing sunset. "Everything was perfect."

"No, Guinevere, everything is perfect"

Guinevere raised her head to kiss Arthur.

"Arthur, Guinevere, no time for kissing, Garter toss, dancing, and other things," Vivian bellowed.

Arthur turned his head. "Just ignore her."

"I'm not going away. Chop, Chop, children., Vivian yelled like a marine"

Vivian moved her feet nervously; Gawain was much too close. Gwen's bouquet seem to fall directly into her hands. She didn't want to catch it; it was her least favorite part of a wedding. Women slapping, hitting, kicking to grab of bunch of flowers. Flowers that somehow can predict a single gal's future. She tried to shove in Sophia's hands. Foolish ninny screamed, "Vivian caught it."

Here, she sat; with Gawain kneeling before, staring at her with those smoldering brown eyes. His perfect hair brushed behind his ears. Her legs twitched when his fingers brushed her ankle. Her blue eyes locked on Gawain's as his fingers trailed a hot path up her leg.

What am I doing? Kneeling in front of Vivian, sliding my hand under her dress, touching her thighs, while she stares at me with her sky blue eyes. It's a tradition, isn't it? Just smiled for the pictures, and avoid her for the rest of the night.

Arthur looked at Vivian and Gawain with puzzled eyes. Good lord, 2012 is coming early. What are they doing? At my wedding, making out in front of everyone. Could be worse, Merlin and Morgana, the thought of Merlin touching Morgana. The thought of Merlin touching anyone. Merlin didn't date, since Freya died three years ago. He needed to date. What am I thinking. Damn, Vivian and Gawain fooling with my head.

"Arthur, do they fancy each other?" Gwen seemed a little shocked. "Vivian is such a sweet girl."

Arthur stared at Gwen. Sweet? Vivian is a sweet girl. She's sweet like a dying harpy.

Gawain is so lovely. They would make beautiful babies."

"We are going to make beautiful babies. Them, jut mayhem."

"Who's keeping Princess," Gwen asked her assembled friends. Leon actually flinched. They replaced most of his CD collection. She didn't mean to sleep on them. Gawain already had her. Vivian shook her head. Sophia was out; she forgot to feed her once. Princess refuses to go near her. Percy was too tall for Princess. Uther's estate was a museum. Gwen paranoid that she would destroy something priceless. Elyan was like an older version of Merlin.

"Ellie begged her Daddy, so Princess will spend a few weeks in the country."

Gwen looked horrified. "A few weeks."

Her head whipped around to stare at Arthur. "A few weeks. We're leaving for a few weeks. I've never been away from them that long, Arthur."

Arthur placed a finger on her lips. "You, me, and The Pendragon yacht. It's a dream. A perfect beginning to our married life."

Vivian , Morgana, and Sophia watched Gwen melt like chocolate in a microwave. I'll never gush for a man Vivian thought. Is my little brother really that dreamy Morgause wondered. He refused to take a bath, I can't get past that Morgana thought. He smelled like a corpse. One day, my prince will come Sophia reasoned.

Gwen gave them a starry eyed look. "Who's keeping Merlin? I need to give you a list."

Every eye stole to a pillar of cupcakes where Morded, Ellie, Merlin, and Princess sat devouring cupcakes. Vivian arranged for special doggie cupcakes for Princess. She reasoned everyone, human or furry deserved a cupcake. Merlin had yellow icing smeared along his chin. He giggled happily with Morgause and Cenred's children.

" Queen… Duchess.. .Princess… yes, the dog were in charge of the dog," Cenred protested. "We have two kids…Merlin, no."

Ever practical, Leon replied," Let's just share him. He can spend a few days with all of us. Or we can draw straws and take a chance that we don't get him. I'll take a few days, rather than a few weeks."

Everyone loved Merlin: he was just meddlesome. He stays up late creating websites. He can't cook and ruins pots and pans. He wanted to talk during weird hours. Often, they discussed how Gwen and Arthur lived with him.

"Well," Gwen began carefully," does everyone remember Merlin's list?"

Cenred shot Gwen an incredulous look. "He has instructions?"

"Oh, yes, instructions and rules."

"He can't eat curry, it will give him a stomach ache. "

Cenred look at his young sister-in –law in amazement. The Pendragons are a difficult, prideful bunch. Still, he hadn't a clue how he was entangled with them. So, young Guinevere, actually, she was 24. Well, I'm 13 years old; she seems so very young. Actively, mothers Merlin, he's a grown man, for goodness sake. Cenred's dark eyes traveled to view Merlin showing Morded munched cupcake in his mouth. He's not staying with us. Gwen was right; Merlin was an oversized child. He needed a care package.

"Guinevere, one moment," Cenred began. He gave the assembled adults a stern look. "Are you writing this down. Leon, Gawain, Elyan, goodness, write it down!"

Morgause hid a smile; she knew Cenred was a little stuffy. He didn't understand Merlin's attachment to Arthur and Guinevere. Time after time, she calmly explained that it worked. Arthur needs people to protect, sometimes control, but that emotion evolved from Mummy's death. Gwen needs to nurture because her mother ran off with a French count, and never looked back. Merlin served as Arthur's ever loyal sidekick and conscience. Merlin was a gentle soul, who always felt guilty for Hunith 's difficult life after Balinor fled to Third World country. Together as children, Merlin and Gwen soothed each other hurts. It worked; Morgause was pleased Arthur was able to win Gwen's love after the whole Lancelot debacle. Her little brother deserved happiness. She would ensue that he stayed happy.

"Why the look, Love?"

"What look?"

Cenred grinned. "I'm going to destroyed the world, if enraged? I see it a Morded's soccer matches, or when Ellie comes from school crying. Or when someone toys with your family."

Morgause's fingers brushed Cenred's face. "Just thinking, Darling. Noting to worry about, yet."

Cenred's eyes widen. "Morgause…"

"Not to worry."

Cenred loved Morgause to distraction. She rattled him from day one. She worked in Uther's law firm as a junior solicitor, fresh out of the university. Those deep brown eyes challenged him and shot daggers at during negotiations over a client maneuver. He expected Uther to block the relationship, yet, Morgause was always sent to deal with his rival firm, his family firm. She held his hand when he discovered shady practices committed by a few members of the staff. She urged him to stay with his father, but he refused. He started his own law family specializing in family law. Uther constantly pleaded to merger practices together. He refused. He felt their young family need to carve their own identify. Still, Uther persisted in his pleas.

"Nothing with sugar after 8 Pm."

Gawain's hands moved over his iPhone as he typed the list. It was going to be a long six weeks.

Arthur was glowing, or was it the moonlight Merlin wondered. His laughter touched everyone. He beamed at Gwen. Merlin smiled when Arthur twirled Guinevere around on a makeshift dance floor. His large hand around her tiny waist; Arthur's head resting on her dark curly head. Softly, they swayed to Etta James's "At Last." Merlin had suggested Beyonce's version until Vivian shot him the look of death. His soul still ached from her eye daggers. Everyone was happy, even Morgana. Merlin was actually afraid to touch her arm because she use to pinch him as a little boy. Something had changed in her; it was weird.

"Merlin."

"Arthur."

Merlin smiled brightly at Arthur and wriggled his eyebrows. "Six weeks away, I'm going to have the flat to myself. Late nights, pizza, girls and Merlin."

Arthur's brows knitted together. Gwen didn't tell him. Merlin , the fire starter, he could be character in a Stephen King novel. Merlin would play with his Legos. Merlin would meddle. Merlin wound destroy their flat. No, where was Guinevere. Merlin could be alone for six weeks. Never, not in his lifetime. Gwen was right; he needed a Nanny at all times. Just not Gwen for the next six weeks.

"No, Mummy and Daddy plan to foster you out. Hopefully, find you another set of parents.

Arthur watched Merlin drink a Mojito or some other fruity girlie drink.

"Arthur, "Merlin began earnestly." His eyes full of happiness. "I want you to make Gwen, very happy. Everything for her, or I'm going to upload a picture of you building a Lego village." Arthur's mouth dropped in shock. "Yes, I have one. But, I know you love her, and you're going to be happy."

Arthur clapped Merlin's back. "Means a lot, Merlin.' Arthur signed. "I was afraid that he would find out. Crash our wedding like Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson, except that I would have to crack neck. He didn't."

'Vivian is really good at sneaky."

Their lighted filled the night air. ""Arthur, he's still around."

"I'm ready for him."

Merlin arched his eyebrows. Lancelot had changed over the last three years. He was distant, aloof, and somewhat cold. The rift would never be mended between Arthur and Lancelot. Tonight closed the door on their friendship. Merlin and Arthur knew they were lying to themselves. Lancelot would be livid about the marriage.

"It's a group effort," Gawain replied behind. Merlin smiled at his mates, and held out of hand. "Wonder Twin powers activate?" Gawain placed his hands on top of Merlin's as he looked around. "Don't tell a soul. Shape of panther." Merlin smiled at Gawain," Form of water."

Goodness, I'm back in nursery school. "For goodness sake, I hate being that damn monkey. A panther? A bucket of water?"

Gawain gave Arthur a serious look. "He'll never see me coming."

Merlin grinned. "I'll clean up the mess."

"Okay," Arthur muttered. "Well, I'm Flash. In and out before you can notice."

Gawain laughed. "Does Gwen agree?"

"Hey, she doesn't complain! She loves it! Fine… I'm Green Lantern. I can travel around the Universe."

"I'm think you're a Flash," Merlin said jokingly." Done in a minute.

"I'm thinking homeless," Arthur responded.

"Green is your color."

Arthur's hands deftly removed gardenias from Gwen's hair. Carelessly, they fell into soft heaps on deep brown carpeting. He smiled when her dark curls fell around her trembling shoulders. He liked when Guinevere quivered from his touch. His lips moved along her soft neck; lavender, rose, and gardenias inflamed his desire.

"Arthur, six weeks away from Princess and Merlin," Gwen shivered as his fingers unbuttoned her wedding gown. "It will be good for them, Guinevere," Arthur replied huskily. His mouth nipped her shoulder.

"Vivant took our mobiles."

Gwen's gown pooled at her feet.

"WE ARE going on our honeymoon alone, "Arthur whispered as his lips brushed Gwen's.

Morgause rocked Ellie in her lap under a dark night of twinkling stars. Morgana watched her sister smiling at her sleeping daughter. Ellie's little blonde head resting on Morgause's breasts. Her knees tucked her arms.

"Morgause, is it hard?'

Morgause gave her younger sister a strange look. "Sister, whatever do you mean?"

Morgana arched an eyebrow. She hated being called Sister. "Why do you call me sister?"

Morgause giggled mischievously. "Well, it annoys you, and I hate your name. What were they thinking Morgause and Morgana. How come Arthur isn't name something beginning with Mor."

"Like Morded."

"Touché. I guess I was stuck in the Mor too."

Morgan brushed the hair from her eyes. "No, being a mother and wife. Dealing with Father. Not losing you."

Morgause grinned. "I lost part of me when I married Cenred. However, I crafted a new me. I don't feel guilty kissing my children and having a Ladies day. I don't prepare meals every night. Most importantly, I'm not perfect. I can't do everything. But, I love my family."

Morgan really seemed lost tonight Morgause thought. "What troubles you?"

Tears poured out of Morgana's eyes. "I'm going to be 32. I've never had a healthy relationship with a man. My younger brother married the love of his life today. I don't even have a cat. I'm going to be a catless old maid. You're going to lock me in the attic at Camelot. Then, you will ignore my banshee cries."

Morgause placed a hand on Morgana's shoulder. "Morgana, your screams would wake the dead. We could never ignore them. Besides, I need the attic for my overspill of toys and other unnecessary junk. You can't have the attic. You're a great person. Plenty of people like you."

Morgana dabbed her eyes as she sniffled like a puppy. "Like who?"

"What about Merlin?"

"Goodness no, I'll be like one of those teacher in the States that dates their students. Yuck."

Morgause tapped an elegant finger on her chin. "Of course, Leon. He's always been soft for you."

"He's younger."

"He's manly, not boyish. What' s two years?"

"He's Arthur's mate."

"Elyan is Arthur's mate. Did it stop him?"

"He's tall."

"So, are you?'

"He's…"

"He's a nice guy. He gives you silly little looks when he thinks people aren't watching."

"Really?"

"Really, He coaches Morded's soccer team, Pendragon Dragons."

Morgan raised her eyebrows in shock. "Pendragon Dragons?"

"Yes, Dad is the sponsor. He comes to games, and yells at officials. Totally awesome. You should come."

"No."

"Okay, Saturday at two. I'll text directions."

Morgana didn't bother to protest. Morgause wore her "That's final face." She knew not to cross her older sister. "It's a date."

At that moment, Vivian wished for a wooden spoon to crack Merlin's knuckles. His grubby lanky fingers smudged her laptop with pink frosting. Droplets of milk danced around everything, he took a deep drag from the bottle. does he do that at home? From the bottle? Does he think he's an infant. First, that animal, who believes it's a human. Princess slept on a LV cashmere wrap a few nights ago. She added it to Uther's bill under favors. Cause, she did the Pendragons a big favor.

"Are you done?"

Merlin stared at her with his large blue eyes. "Don't bother the wizard when he's at work."

"Wizard, your name isn't Harry."

"You do remind me of Luna when you are mad."

Vivian shut her eyes and channeled Mother Theresa. She could do this. "Just upload the pictures."

"Fine."

She placed Arthur and Gwen's' wedding announcement in the Guardian and The Daily Telegraph. Every political group got a picture in their favorite rag at Uther's request. She would move to Canada before she voted Uther into power. For Arthur's fangirls, why ever does he have any? But, he's a poster boy for aspiring solicitors. She submitted a picture to Ok magazine. She covered all of her basis. Lancelot would have the surprised of his life in the morning. Vivian smiled. Deliberately, selected a picture Arthur and Gwen holding hands and smiling at each; Princess's leash wrapped around Arthur's hand. So, utterly romantic. Lancelot would given them hell. But, Vivian was ready. Don't mess with my family or friends, Fembot.

Lancelot hoped his face was caring and loving as he watched Elena wandering the carpet crying and whining about the wedding. Uncontrollable tears streaming from her sad eyes; her hands opening and closing. He felt sick to his stomach as he read the lovely little advertisement of Arthur and Guinevere's great love. It was enough to sicken anyone. He did have to admit that they were clever. Somehow, they managed to get married without his knowledge. Morgana had several questions to answer. He thought Morgana to be a kindred spirit; a firm member in break up Arthur and Guinevere club. She hadn't paid her dues. Yes, he needed to speak with the lovely Ms. Pendragon.

Lancelot rolled his eyes. Elena needed to be dealt with. He couldn't deal with her tears or dramatics. She's much too old for her BAFTA award performance for ignored supporting actress. She wasn't a player in the game, just a reserve for his disposal. Lancelot rose his seat and gathered Elena into his tight embrace. His lips traveled over her sweet smelling hair. Actually, it remind Lancelot of Bubblegum Water Ice in New York. Innocence, sweet, and waiting to be devoured. He pressed a kissed to forehead.

"There, there love. You lost your mobile. You hadn't returned Gwen's emails. Vivian and Sophia called you numerous times. They did try to invite you."

Elena's fingers pulled on Lancelot's shirt. "I'm a bad … friend," Elena wailed. "I need to speak to Guinevere.

"Darling, they are cruising for six weeks. Just wait. You'll be fine."

'Really?"

"You know, what we should have a dinner party. Invite Vivian, Merlin, Gaiwane, Sophia, and the rest of the gang. We can share our happiness.

Elena smiled brightly. "What a lovely idea. Then, we call tell Arthur and Guinevere."

Lancelot smiled darkly. I can't wait to tell them about our happiness. "Get a jumper, we have tea out today."

Lancelot watched Vivian walk from his living area. He waited a few moments to hear her opening drawers. His fingers quickly sent a test to Edwin, a private investigator that he retained after Morgana refused to responded to his texts and calls.

He typed: Information on all of them. Money doesn't matter. Something to make them hurt.

Nimueh smiled as she read her copy of the Guardian. Her little Gwen married her delicious blonde. Gwen needed shelter from the coming storm of chaos. Lancelot was trouble like a tornado. Unpredictable and deadly. Nim tapped a finger against her filing case. Her fingers found Gwen's file.

"This needs to go, my dear. Pendragons can't have files on record at a shrinks' office. Nimueh hummed as she shredded Gwen's file. Hell, she destroyed the file with Gwen's name on it.

"My wedding gift, Guinevere. We never met in a professional sense. Just met you through Gawain." Nim signed. Gawain, Gawain, Gawain, what a

man.

Vivian glanced at her watched. She signed in disbelief. Her red tipped hand banged on Sophia's flat door. It was a tradition , every Sunday, the girls ate brunch together. Yes, she borrowed it from Sex and the City. Still, she expected Sophie to be up and ready by 10. So, where was she? She didn't expect Elena to find her brain and eat a meal not cut by Lancelot.

Vivian's mouth dropped when Percy opened Sophia's door wearing only a pair of jeans. Vivian's brows knitted together; an eyebrow raised. She rubbed her temples as she closed her eyes. No… No.. NO, they weren't going to pair off with Arthur's friends like a sick version of the Pendragon Bunch. She could see it now… here's Story of a lovely lady and a handsome Arthur, each raising a Merlin together, goodness no. Percy and Sophia. What's next Gawain and me? No… Noo.

"Morning, Vivo. She'll pop out in a minute." Vivian had to admit Percy was ripped and tall like a giant. Sophia was too flaky for him.

"Thanks." Where was Gwen when she needed her?

She is mad. I hate when she's mad. She doesn't utter a single word. Look at her Sophia thought. Just a sip of coffee, a bit of egg, and looks of death. I didn't do anything wrong. Percy's a really nice guy. I'm tired of clubbing, and meeting blokes. They aren't very nice to me. They just want my knickers. Who cares if he's Arthur's friend? This isn't about Percy and me. It's about Gawain. She talks the talk, but doesn't ride the road. No… that's isn't right. All the pots and lids are black and don't call them another color. That's not right. Shame me once.. don't call me again. Whatever. I hate fancy sayings. Mockery is not an easy skill. She needs to touch Gawain, and free us all.

"I like him. He was really nice at the wedding. We…danced… ate cupcakes….I like him. He's amazing. He's my bloke. If you didn't like it, I'm going to still do it. I'm going to tell Gwen that you've been mean."

Vivian returned his cup to it's' saucer. She leaned back and put her arm around a spare chair. Her eyes met Sophia's. When did Gwen become their mother? What is she thinking. Gwe has been their Mum, since day one. She made sure everything was perfect, even when it was the worst of times. Gwen was their rock. How could Elena hop into Lancelot's bed? Gwen might be mum, but Arthur would never be daddy.

"Do you like him?"

"Yes."

"Go slow."

Vivian eyed Sophia. She lowered eyes and scooted her fork on a plate. "What's wrong?"

Sophia looked over her shoulder, biting her lip.

"She's surprised to see me," Elena replied.

Vivian turned her head to smile brightly. "so lovely to see you, Elena. Is Lancelot with you?"

Elena sat in a chair next to Sophia. She had dark circles under her eyes; she seemed a little pale , but her skin had a healthy glow, almost radiant.

"He's home. How was the wedding?"

"Return your phone calls, emails, or texts, you might know. It was lovely."

Warning: a few bad words

Elena didn't want to have a verbal battle for Vivian. She was too tired and sick to deal with her snippy ways. "I wish her happiness."

Sophia just ate a bowl of fruit.

"Good, tell her about Lancelot when she returns.

"I planned to tell them. I lost my mobile. I'm sorry."

Vivian placed a hand over Elena's. "You're always my girl."

Elena smiled happily. "I'm pregnant."

"With what?"

Vivian regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. They were rude and brash.

Elena rolled her eyes. "A baby. Lancelot's baby."

"Congratulations," Sophia squeaked. Henry is a lovely name. Or Poppy, delicate little flower."

Vivian swallowed bile. Can she stop being a teacher for a moment? Elena said she pregnant by a man she's been dating a few weeks. He's a nutcase.

"Damien is available."

Elena gave Vivian a dark look, and Vivian smiled prettily and blinked her long eyelashes.

Elena placed a hand over her mouth and quickly rushed to the bathroom. Vivian looked over at her satchel. She heard Gwen's mobile vibrating. When are these people going to get a clue. She's not home. Vivian removed the device for her bag. She flicked open the lid, and received a message from Elena. It plainly stated: Thinking of you. I thought Elena lost her phone. How is she sending text? Vivian closed her eye. He stole her mobile. He has all of your numbers. Great.

Lancelot watched Morgana switch around a few tables. Elegantly, her lithe body slid into a chair. Her green eyes full of malice.

'Morgana."

"Look, Lanclot-"

"No, I talk, you listen, he gritted through his teeth. "They are married, why wasn't I informed?

Morgana sipped a glass of cool water. "Not your affair."

"Oh, it is my affair."

Morgana rolled he eyes. "Don't call me. Don't test me. I'm not your puppet."

Lanclot leaned back. He drank deeply from a glass of ale. "Do you remember our night together in New York?"

"No." Morgana shook her dark head."

"It can be a YouTube video, in a matter of hours. So fiery, just amazing. His fingers reached out and touched her chin softly. "You were amazing. The world should see."

"You're crazy."

Lanclot shook his handsome face. I'm quite sane."

"You're as mad as a hatter."

"Well, it's time for a full report or else.

"Nothing to report," Morgana cried.

"Find something. I want the return date.

"Why?"

"Not your concern."

A/N: Elena (Elaine) is Lancelot's baby mama in the Legend. She's Galahad's mom. So, I'm following along.