Gwen was in her bookshop shelving books when Morgana walked in. Immediately she tensed, watching as Morgana weaved her way past the few customers until she was standing in front of Gwen.

"Hello Gwen."

"Morgana." Since Morgana's intrusion into her weekend with Arthur, Gwen had not been in contact with her. Lingering feelings of friendship rose in her now and then in the week that followed but Gwen decided that if Morgana wasn't going to make an effort to repair the friendship, then neither would she. And truth be told, she had been rather distracted by her budding relationship with Arthur. Gwen wondered if that was why Morgana was here - to guilt her over her relationship with Arthur.

"I came to apologise. I should not have asked you to gather information for me nor should I have barged in on you and Arthur over the weekend."

Gwen was torn. "I -"

"Also," the contrite expression fell away and Morgana's lips twisted into a smile. "I came to thank you."

"Thank me?"

Raising one hand, Morgana waved the new paperback she held. "Thanks, Gwen." With those words, Morgana slipped out of her bookshop, leaving Gwen nonplussed. However as four-o'clock dawned and Gwen's reading group descended on the bookshop, Gwen found herself forgetting all about that little visit from Morgana.

Right on time at closing time, Arthur stepped into the bookshop.

"This is getting to be a habit. I might get used -" Gwen glanced up from her cash machine expecting to see Arthur smiling at her. When her eyes met his cool gaze, her words dried up and she swallowed.

The muscle in his jaw throbbed but he said nothing.

"Is everything ok?"

Arthur blinked, then shook his head. But the coolness in his eyes were still there when he looked at her again. "Need help closing up?"

The lack of affection in his words made Gwen's heart sink. Maybe he was just stressed. That contract he was working so hard for was still not a sure thing and while over the past days, he'd been absolutely perfect to her, Gwen knew it was eating at him. "I'm almost done. Give me ten minutes?"

He nodded. In silence, he helped her tidy up, reshelving books and wiping down the shelves. Usually Gwen loved being alone in her small bookshop with Arthur. Just yesterday, he'd cornered her in one of the shelves, then kissed her senseless. But today, the bookshop seemed too small to contain the extra tension that had developed.

The shutters rolled down with a clank and then there was nothing to do but face Arthur. Dragging the lapels of her coat closer, Gwen turned to Arthur who stood in the shadows, his hands stuffed into his pocket. His sleek car idled along the road.

"Come on," he said, pulling the door open and gesturing for her to enter. "We need to talk."

Gwen folded, then unfolded her hands in her lap. If the bookshop was small, his car was claustrophobic. Several times, she glanced over at him but his face was unreadable in the darkness and she settled for staring out of the window into the dark streets.

"You've seen Morgana recently." It wasn't a question.

"She's my friend," said Gwen, almost defensively, hating the accusatory tone in his voice. It wasn't as if she hid her friendship with Morgana from Arthur. He'd known before their weekend that they kept in touch.

"I thought we were friends - more than friends."

Gwen said nothing. They never really spoke about what they were in the past few days but she had thought they had been more than friends. Friends certainly didn't spend most of their time naked in bed together.

"Was the past week Morgana's idea?"

"What?" Gwen tore her gaze from the window to stare at Arthur. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the information you gave Morgana about the deal I'm trying to make with Abbott Constructions."

She frowned. "The deal you were working on at the resort?"

His nod was curt. "You know how important it was. And yet you gave sensitive information to Morgana, gave her access to the files." His fingers flexed against the wheel, his knuckles white from the tight grip.

"I -" Panic rose in Gwen. Why hadn't she thought to tell Arthur about Morgana? Her mind flashed back to Morgana's cheery thanks earlier that morning.

"Don't." That single word pieced her heart. The car slid to a stop outside her apartment block. Arthur twisted in his seat to look at her and even in the dim light, Gwen could see the anger blazing in his eyes. "I know you treasure your friendship with Morgana and I've never, ever said anything about it, depsite what she's done to me and my family. But to go behind my back, to use me so you could get the information she wanted? That's despicable. And I would never have thought it of you."

Panic slowly morphed into anger at Arthur's lack of trust. "That's because I would never do anything like that."

A bitter laugh escaped from Arthur. "Then tell me how she got her hands on all this information. Aside from Merlin, you were the only one who had access to it."

"I cannot believe you are sitting there, accusing me of betraying you." Her hands curled into fists as tears stung her eyes. "You, of all people."

"Then tell me, how did Morgana get the information?"

"I don't know! She came to the hotel room that weekend. Maybe she swiped it then! I certainly didn't give it to her." Gwen sucked in a deep breath. "Why would I even do that?"

For a long time, Arthur stared ahead and said nothing. Gwen could hear his harsh breathing. In her, anger and hurt churned, suffocating her, as she blinked back her tears. She needed to get out of the car. All she could think of was how little Arthur trusted her and how little he knew her. And this was the man she fell for?

"I'm sorry," Arthur finally said. "I'm sorry."

"I have to go," she choked out. Finally, the door opened and Gwen stumbled out of the car. Behind her, she heard Arthur do the same.

"Gwen -"

She swung around. "I thought you knew me. I thought you trusted me. You just sat there accusing me of lying, or betraying you, my best friend and the person I love." Her voice broke. Frantically, she fished for her keys not wanting to cry in front of Arthur.

His hand grabbed her wrist. "Gwen, I'm sorry. I -"

Wrenching her arm from his, she walked towards the entrance to her apartment. "Just go home Arthur."

"But -"

She pulled open the heavy door and practically ran to the lifts. Once the lift doors closed, shielding her from Arthur, she let her tears fall. Her phone beeped and she looked down to see that Arthur had left a message. Gwen switched off her phone. When she reached her apartment, she took her phone off the hook and crawled into bed, too full of hurt and sorrow to do anything else.

AN: I know several of you saw this coming. Sorry.