Lady Mary danced or skipped as she collected the Marriage project. His mates looked gleefully as they passed in their assignment except for Leon. Arthur shook his head in disgust. Did he have tears in his eyes? Man up, Leon. Goodness, to be all gaga over a chick. Seriously! Arthur felt sad when Gwen passed in their assignment. Good bye luxurious flat in London. Goodbye law career. Goodbye William and Poppy Pendragon. Goodbye life with Guinevere. I wonder if she would be a good wife. She came to see me every day in the hospital. Even made my favorite snack. She listens to my ideas, and calls me on my BS.

A loud wail distracted Arthur from his rambling thoughts. He looked in awe at Vivian and Sophia crying like mourners at cemetery. Huge tears flowed form their eyes. Really?

"I'm going to miss Tristan."

"I'm going to miss Gawain."

Arthur shot Morgana a pointed look. She needed to control her minions. Seriously, does the football team run around actin like a fool? Leon looked mopey. Must shoot more balls at his head during practice. Merlin doesn't count. Can't make him into a man.

Tristan and Gawain rolled their eyes in frustration. Marriage was a nightmare. An endless nightmare of chatter and drama. They were so happy for their divorces.

"Guinevere, any plans on Saturday?"

Gwen arched an eyebrow. "Not at the moment."

"Dinner at Maggianos?"

"Why?"

What does she mean 'why'? I never had a girl asked me that when I asked them on date. Does she know who I am? Wait, not a date. Just a thank you for her support.

"I think a newly divorce couple. We should be friends." Gwen giggled shyly.

"Of course, I'll go to dinner to celebrate our divorce."

Arthur smiled brightly."

"Where all going to dinner to celebrate our divorces," Vivian asked tearfully. "Oh, Sophia, the boys do care. All of us are going to dinner!"

Gawain raised his head in horror. Tristan dropped his pen. Leon beamed. Morgana looked at Leon with at questioning gaze. Gwen swallowed a laugh. Arthur broke his pencil in frustration.

"My dad will lend us the car. I'll make a res for 7."

Gwen wondered why Arthur asked her to dinner. Leon wrote a sticky to remember to buy flowers for Morgana. Sophia made a hair appointment. Vivian made plans to buy a new outfit. Merlin dreamed of spaghetti. Morgan rubbed her nails until they gleamed. Tristan and Gawain gritted their teeth. Arthur moped. Didn't want all of them to come.

"Morgana, what are you wearing tonight?"

"Camel suede boots, a jeans, and a leopard print sweater." Morgana always looked like a page from Vogue. Gwen didn't want her usual expensive khaki girl look. She wanted something different.

"and you?'

"Dunno."

Morgan traipsed over to Gwen's closet. She pushed things around. She threw a pair of Lucky dark jeans on the bed. Abercrombie cami followed. Black boots from Jimmy Choo (didn't know she had those Morgana thought to herself.), and sheer BCBG blouse. Morgan waited for Gwen to protest over the blouse. It wasn't really sheer. More a fine, translucent material.

"Try it on."

Gwen eyed the combination with reluctance. "Now."

Morgan smiled in glee. Gwen managed to make the outfit look sexy in a teen way. The blouse was tease. Her mother must have bought it. The jeans fit perfectly. Gwen's legs were probably in shock. She never wore anything fitted except tights and knickers.

"Perfect."

"Is it too sexy?'

"No, perfect first date look."

Gwen shook her head. "It's not a date."

Morgan brushed her head. "Gwen, life lesson; when a hot guy asked if you have plans on Saturday. It's a date."

"No, why would Arthur ask me on a date."

'Really, Gwen, really?"

"I mean…"

"It's called Boy meets Girl. Girl dates boy's friend" Gwen blushed. Boy and Girl take a class. Boy and Girl fall for each other. Do you need a graphic organizer?"

Gwen licked her lips. "Is it obvious?"

"To anyone with eyes!"

" I just realized the other day."

"Arthur?"

"He has a good heart. He's funny. He's smart. He's wonderful."

At that moment, Morgana knew Gwen w as in love. She didn't name one physical trait about Arthur. She didn't mention the perfectly cut blonde hair. Hs dazzling eyes. Or his way too handsome face. God help Arthur, if he messed up. She never talked about poetry in such loving tones. Morgana plopped on the bed. What is the drinking age in the States?

Merlin kept pulling shirts off the rack for Arthur's approval. Arthur was in a foul mood. He couldn't find a shirt for tonight. He went everywhere. Hollister was too hip. Abercrombie was too snobby. Saks for old man. Bloomy for old ladies. Gap was the last store. Merlin grabbed a blue sweater. He tossed it in Arthur's direction.

"This?"

Arthur looked it over. It would work.

"Thanks."

"so, are you ready for your date?"

"Not a date."

"You asked her on a Saturday night. Date Night. It's a date."

"No."

Can't you admit that you like her?"

"Shut up."

Maggiano's was cloud. The gang laughed over fried Mozzarella, garlic bread, and calamari. Tristan and Gawain huddled away form their dates. The girls looked forlorn. Arthur and Gwen reached for the last meatball at the same time. Arthur popped Gwen's hand with his fork, leaving a small speck of tomato sauce.

"Arthur Pendragon."

"I'm a growing boy."

"yeah, you have gotten fight," Merlin quipped. Everyone swallowed their laughter as Arthur's eyes flashed fire at Merlin.

"I'm fighting fit."

"yes, before the injury."

Gwen rubbed Arthur's hand gently. "Don't listen to him." Arthur smiled softly. He pushed the last meatball in Gwen's direction.

Arthur leaned back in Sophia's car. Albert, her father's driver, maneuver the limo through DC. Arthur inhaled lavender. Gwen's head rested on his shoulder. His strong around held her tightly as she slept. Her hair felt so soft against his hand. He listened to her even breathing. She looked amazing tonight. It was a perfect. Could have been better without the rest of the bunch.

The limo started into traffic. Arthur head squealing tires. Horns blaring. The crush of metal. Shattering glass. It felt like the car was moving so fast. Too fast. Arthur tried to break. He kept slamming his foot down. Screams filled the car as the teens were tossed around. The car finally stopped. Gawain reached for a door, and crawled out. He dialed 911. He pulled Sophia and Vivian from the car. Tristan crawled out after them. Leon clambered out with Morgana. She had a small cut on her forehead. Gawain looked at Merlin and Arthur horrified. Arthur cradled Gwen in his lap. Merlin pressed a tissue against her bloody face.

"Call someone," Arthur yelled.