"Merlin escaped?" Morgana said, her tone like ice. She stared Gavin down with hatred. How could he have been so stupid? He wasn't all that he was cracked up to be. She should never have trusted his judgement. Clearly she had to do everything on her own in order to get what she wanted accomplished.

"He did, but-" Gavin started, but with a swift movement, Morgana had him thrown against the wall, her eyes blaring into his.

"So, he's NOT dead! You've failed!" Morgana was not in the mood for games.

Guinevere cleared her throat, fearfully speaking up. "Morgana, I know you're upset...but, Gavid did succeed in removing merlin from Camelot. I wouldn't doubt that Arthur will go after him."

"Oh, I'd doubt it. He'd rather let Merlin be free rather than have him executed." Morgana's breathing grew heavier as she tried to calm her anger. Merlin, a sorcerer. How could she have missed it?

"Arthur still loves Merlin. I can tell. With Melrin out of the way, Our job will be much easier." Guinevere responded. "Please, don't harm Gavin. He did achieve something."

Morgana raised an eyebrow, staring at her friend. Why was she defending Gavin? Surely the pair weren't gaining a bond of some sort. Morgana sighed, digging her sharp nails into Gavin's shoulder, making him curse before releasing him. "Consider yourself lucky."

Gavin heaved a sigh of relief, angry embarrassment crossing his face as Morgana swiftly left the room. Gavin glanced up at Guinevere with a sneer. A lass defending him. That was just what he needed. Morgana was less impressed by him by the day and Guinevere was not helping under any circumstances.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Guinevere questioned, a bit offended.

"Ah, nothing. Yer just makin' me look like an idiotic damsel." Gavin responded, bitterly.

"I just saved your neck..." Guinevere responded.

Gavin let out a snide laugh. "I didn't need yer help."

"Morgana was about to kill you."

Oh, she had a sharp toungue lately. What happened to the frightened lass that was always full of hesitation in his presence? Gavin didn't like this new side of her, but another part couldn't help admireing it. He had always hated women who made an effort to overpower men, but challenges were fun as well.

Gavin smirked, his leaf green eyes lighting up a little. "I could 'ave take her. Ye just didn't give me the chance."

"Oh, shall I call her back in?" Guinevere smiled,deviously.

"No." Gavin responded, a little too quickly.

Guinevere laughed, her eyebrow arching. Gavin responded with a disgruntled glower and retrieved his black book from his bag. He could do with some venting. Guinevere eyed the book curiously.

"What?" Gavin questioned, lookign up to meet her gaze.

"What do you write in there anyway?" Guinevere questioned.

"That, Lass, is none of yer damn business."

"Fine."

"..."

"..."

"I usually just log my experiences so if I lose me memory one day, I'll know what's truth and what's lies."

"Ah, interesting..." Guinevere nodded.

Gavin stared at the page of his journal, unsure what to writew ith Guinevere in the room. She was distracting him. He prefered the focus off of him while he wrote. He began scribbling down notes about the day when he heard Morgana scream out his name harshly. Cursing, he sat the journal on the chair as he headed to find out what it was she wanted this time.

Guinevere knew that it was wrong, but her curiousity got the better of her. She made her way over to the chair and opened the journal to see the messy scribbles written towards the middle of the journal.

'Journal,

Morgana and Gwen won't leave the bloody room. They're all chummy and friendly with one another. I find it hilarious. If Gwen only knew the things that Morgana had done. Enchanting the braclet to make her former feelings for that Lancelot Lad so Pendragon would leave her. Oh, then it would be a whole different story. Lass's, they're so decietful. We Lad's are outright about our stance and views on one another. Morgana is obviously using Gwen. Gwen probaly knows it too. They go so far for revenge. Judging by this Gwen's beahvior, she won't have the guts to follow through with it. I think Morgana knows it too, so she hired me.

Guinevere dropped the black book, tears in her eyes. So, Morgana had enchanted the braclet? No. Guinevere didn't want to believe that, though it was staring he rin the face. Knowing Morgana, she couldn't doubt it.

Gavin reentered the room, glowering. "What are ye doin' near me book-"

Guinevere merely shook her head, swallowing and heading towards the door. Gavin blocked her way. "What are ye cryin' fer?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Guinevere responded, her throat tightening. She had nobody left. She had given up her friends for Morgana, who had caused her to lose Arthur in the first place.

"An' I don't want to hear ye talk about it, but ye obviously read me journal! What did ye see?!" Gavin hissed,harsly. Guinevere merely glared. He knew and of course, he didn't bother telling her. Not that she expected any more from him, but it still stung that everyone knew how much of a fool she was for believing that Morgana gave a damn about her.

"I saw enough." Guinevere glare, trying to push past Gavin.

Panic traced his face."Lass, ye better not tell Morgana a thing written in that journal or I'll summon a wolf or a bear to come an' rip ye to shreds! Sound fun to ye?"

"I just want to go and be alone!" Guinevere told him, trembling.

"I'm not lettin' ye go anywhere!" Gavin wasn't going to allow her to mess anything up because she was hurt over some words written. He had no idea what she had read, but none of it was pleasant. Why hadn't he taken the time to put the journal back into his bag? It would have taken him mere seconds, but he had been too fired up to use logic and he honestly hadn't expected Guinevere to nose around his book. He didn't think she had the nerve.

Guinevere stomped on Gavin's foot without hesitation, her fury devouring her logic. Gavin let out a howl as Guinevere stormed passed him and out of the hideout. She ran as fas as she could manage, not even stopping to breath, although after a while her lungs begged for her to stop running. She had no idea where she was heading, but she wasn't going to stop and risk going back to Morgana and Gavin.

Rushing through the tree's , Guinevere found herself stumbling a tripping so often over rocks and roots that she wore a few gashes and scrapes. Her hair was a tangled mess and tear streeks rested upon her cheeks. She didn't exactly look lady-like.

It was so dark out and Guinevere finally stopped running so that she could catch her breath. She wasn't even sure if anybody was after her, but Gavin was likely to be and he may have created a lie to get Morgana after her as well. This was the end of her, she was sure of it.

Guinevere stopped at the river and began shakilly cleaning her cuts. She let out another sob, realizing what she had done, and also coming to the conclusion that she had no plan. She couls not simply walk back int oCamelot and no place else seemed safe or welcoming. What had she done?

Perhaps she had overreacted to Morgana's betrayal. She had, after all, done it before thier alliance. Still, the thought that Morgana had willingly broken up her relationship with Arthur and acted as though she were a friend later...It wasn't soemthing that Guinevere could handle.

"Hello?" a tearful voice whispered, making Guinevere jump. She turned to see a familiar face. Guinevere's heart lurched at the sight of him.

"Merlin?" Guinevere backed away, her guilt knawing at her.

"Gwen, why are you out here? What happened?" Merlin asked, his face full of concern. He had no idea of her betrayal. What was she supposed to say? He could very well use his magic to slay her.

"I-I was looking for you and I was chased by...by something." Guinevere lied, her heart sinking. She whiped a few tears from her eyes. "I-I heard you escaped last night and I wanted to find you. I couldn't just let you go alone."

Merlin looked at her with a mixture of emotions before breaking down and dropping to his knee's beside her. He pulled her into a brotherly embrace, sobbing into her shoulder. Guinevere froze before returning the hug. "I-I appreciate it, Gwen, I do. You can't do this, though. Nobody can come with me."

"But Merlin...I can't bare knowing you're out here all alone." Guinevere said, her voice shakey. "I owe it to you-"

"Gwen, you don't owe me anything. Now, let me take you back to Came-"

"No! Please! I refuse to leave your side."

Merlin sighed, his eyes full of debate. He seemed to want to give in, but he was holding back. Guinevere didn't deserve to have him by her side. She didn't deserve his friendship or guidence. It was her fault that they were in this mess. If he found out...

"I don't know..." Merlin sighed, running his hands through his black hair.

"You have no guidence...Where do you plan to go?"

"I was going to ask a friend of mine."

Merlin had friends outside of Camelot? Well, maybe childhood friends, but could they really help him? He was a sorcerer who escaped his cell. Not only that, but he was an ex-King who knew many of Camelots secrets. There would be large search parties in search of him. He was bound to be caught unless he had a very good friend by his side and an impressive hiding place.

"Well, please let me go."

"What would happen to you if we're caught, Gwen? I don't want to risk your life because of my own stupidity." Guinevere swallowed with difficulty. The guilt burned into her worse, knowing that Merlin blamed himself for her wrong doing. Merlin looked at her scrapes with sympathy. "Can I heal you?"

"You mean with magic?" Guinevere asked, a bit unsure. She had never had magic used on her. What if Merlin knew of her betrayal and was about to take her out? No. This was Merlin. He would confront her. Not attack. He was better than that. Still, she didn't deserve his help.

"Do you...accept my magic?"

"Obviously...I'm here, aren't I?"

Melrin nodded. "I was so afraid to tell. I guess I was right to be. I could heal them in seconds..."

Guinevere was in pain and if the case came where she needed to run, which was likely, she could do without the aches. She nodded, allowing Merlin to place his hand on her cuts, gently healing each one, sending a nice cooling feeling upon the burning sensation. Melrin was capable of all of this? Who knew?

"There...All finished. Now, let me take you back to Camelot." Melrin said, standing. "This is dangerous."

"I want to risk it. I won't leave you." Guinevere had no other options. She would die if she didn't have somebody with her. A nice way to make up for it would be to bring Merlin to Morgana. Guinevere stabbed the awful, decietful idea. She was not going to help Morgana anymore. She couldn't! Not after finding out what Morgana had done to her or after hearing Merlin's obvious concern for her well being.

It was conflicting, though. She would be safe if she turned Merlin in. She would be better off. This was the toughest decision she could ever have been faced with. This could easilly achieve half or Morgana's plan. She would be praised for leading Melrin into a trap. She would be safe. What was she going to do?