(I fought them all off)

Just to hold you close and tight

by dr. Tea.

Chapter 21 - My killer, My Lover

You'd think that after all the bad things that had happened in the Valley of the Fallen Kings, Arthur would've learned to not take that route, but no. Merlin tried to warn, him of course, but he just came off as a sissy, like he normally did.

"The passage is secret, Merlin, that's why we chose it." Arthur said with a smirk on his face. Merlin knew how much he loved to feel all-mighty, and it was seriously getting on his nerves.

As if to prove Merlin right, and Arthur wrong, they suddenly heard a roar from something that could be nothing else than a horde of bandits, storming them with axes, swords and other weapons. Luckily, the groupe of Camelot-knights (and Merlin) were riding their horses, so getting away wouldn't be that hard, right?

"Looks like it isn't secret after all." Merlin just had to say.

"No need to get cocky!" Arthur sneered, and spun his horse around to escape, but just as he did, another group of enemies showed up, blocking their way. Merlin looked around, trying to find a hole in their tactics, but he couldn't see one. And just to make things worse, about fifteen men on horses suddenly showed up. They galloped towards Arthur's little group, with their swords drawn and ready for action.

Everything was chaos. Arthur had gotten pulled down from his horse, and was now fighting as many people as he could on the ground. Merlin's eyes were constantly on him, making sure he was safe. He saw an enemy on a horse running towards him.

"Arthur!" he shouted, but Arthur was too busy to hear him. Merlin had no choice but to use his magic. The attack resulted in the man falling off his horse.

Merlin got no time to look around, as another man attacked himself, and something hit him in the chest, causing him to fall over.

Arthur saw it, obviously, because he came running, and lifted Merlin up, supporting his weight by giving him his shoulders to lean on.

"Lean on me, we'll get the hell out of here." he said, and as quickly as Merlin's wobbly legs allowed, they ran for it. Luckily, because the battlefield was such a mess, they managed to get away and hide within the dark of the forest. However, they weren't safe, yet. Dusins of times they almost got seen.

"They really need to work out their anger." Merlin joked, trying to calm Arthur down, because he could see that he was really stressed out. It felt kind of nice to see him worry so much, but of course he never liked to see his king uncomfortable.

"They just did, on you!" Arthur answered, halfly joining in on the joke, but still serious. Merlin laughed, a nervous laughter, because underneath his tunic, he could feel warm blood trickling down his chest and stomach.

They moved to another hideout, Arthur still helping Merlin. If anything, Merlin felt weaker. Not really that much of a shock, he knew he was losing a lot of blood.

"With a day's rest, you'll be polishing my armour in no time!" Arthur said, both to himself and Merlin. The warlock knew he was growing really nervous. Maybe he had noticed that Merlin needed even more support in walking? "It could definitely do with a good scrub." Arthur continued, before helping Merlin sit down. They were both out of breath from stabling around in the now dark forest for too long. Arthur lifted Merlin's tunic to take a look at the injury. Merlin hadn't seen it himself, but now that he did, his face grew a bit pale. Arthur became white as a ghost, and Merlin knew that he understood how serious it was. Arthur quickly came back to his old self, and tried to calm his beloved sorcerer.

"I've definitely seen worse." he said. It wasn't a lie, he had seen much worse, but not on a body that still had a beating heart. Merlin tried to keep calm, but it wasn't that easy.

"I'm a dead man." he said, with a faint smile. It was kind of a question, but he didn't really want an honest answer.

"You're not going to die, Merlin." Arthur said, soothingly and tousled his hair. "Don't be such a coward." he didn't really mean that. It was just that his mouth was getting dry, his heart was racing, and he could feel an unpleasant feeling down in his guts. He was honestly scared of losing Merlin.

"If I do die, will you call me a hero?" Merlin asked, smiling bravely. It was to support Arthur, to make him feel better.

"Probably."

"So, when I'm still alive I'm a coward?" Merlin said, trying to keep a conversation. It helped to take his mind off the pain.

"It's the way these things work I'm afraid. You get the glory when you're not around to appreciate it."

"Unless you're the king." Merlin joked, and tried to laugh. The pain in his chest grew, and he put his hand on it to keep the blood inside his body.

"Oh, come on, it's gotta have some advantages."

"You do have a very good servant." Merlin said, putting more pressure on his wound, and hissing. He felt like he had difficulties breathing.

"You're right. I do. A servant who is extremely brave, and loyal. Not at all cowardly." Arthur said, and pulled Merlin into a hug, making sure they both lay comfortably. Arthur with his back against a tree, and Merlin in his lap. He put his arms around him, holding him tightly so that he wouldn't be scared. Merlin just sat there, breathing heavily, squeezing Arthurs arm to the point where his fists turned white.

They stayed like this the whole night, silent, because they the forest at night is supposed to be quiet. They couldn't risk getting caught. Arthur actually fell asleep, but woke up as he heard noises around them. The enemy was very close.

"I would've loved to stay like this for another ten minutes and rest, but we really have to go." he said, getting up, and lifting Merlin up in his strong arms. Merlin's slim body and low weight really came in handy at these occasions.
"Leave me." Merlin said with his teeth clenched, obviously in pain.

"Now is not the time for jokes." Arthur said, and made his way through the forest, as silently as possible.

Unfortunately, an enemy soon spotted them (if he hadn't, he'd be blind, because they were right in front of him). Arthur put Merlin down, very carefully, then drew his sword and engaged in a battle with the other man. Another one soon showed up. Arthur killed them, and looked back at Merlin, to see dusins of hostiles run towards him. They ran past Merlin, only focusing on Arthur. Arthur knew they were way too many for him, but it wasn't like he was going to leave Merlin there. He made ready to fight them, but he didn't get the chance.

He saw rocks suddenly falling down, blocking the passage back to Merlin, and trapping Merlin behind together with the enemy.

"Merlin!" Arthur shouted, before he understood that it was Merlin's doing. He was trying to save him. Stupid Merlin! This isn't your decision! Arthur tried to remove the rocks to get back to Merlin, but they were too heavy, and he was too exhausted. Climbing over them was impossible too. He tried to make his way around the whole area, but when he got to where he thought he had left Merlin, he was gone. He could have called out for him, but that wouldn't really be a good idea, since this place could still be swarming with enemies. Merlin had just saved his life, regardless of how selfish Arthur thought that was, he was not going to let Merlin's sacrifice go to waist. No, the only logical thing to do was to return to Camelot.

He heard a noise, and turned to face that way, and managed to draw his sword just in time to prevent sir Leon from cutting off his head.

"Sire!"
"Nice to see you too!" Arthur said, and saw that all his friends were safe, heaven knew how they all had managed to escape. But then again, they were really skilled warriors.

Together, they all returned to Camelot.

As soon as they got back, Arthur organized for a search-party, and of course he was one of the members. He couldn't stay out all day and night to search for Merlin though, as much as he wanted to. Just because sir Leon (well, everybody had kind of figured it out by themselves) that they had a traitor in Camelot. Of course there was a traitor. Their plans had been known only to a few men.

When the patrol returned, Arthur got up from his chair, but he knew they hadn't found him.

"We've looked everywhere, Arthur, there is no sign of Merlin." his uncle said. "None, but this." he held out a piece of Merlin's brown jacket. Arthur bit his lip. "I'm sorry you've lost such a-"

"I have not lost him! He is alive! And I WILL find him!" Arthur shouted as his uncle, who stepped backwards, taken aback by Arthur's sudden rage. It was just the way his uncle had said 'I'm sorry'. It made him seem like he didn't give a damn that Merlin was gone. Which he wasn't! Arthur was going to find him. "I'll find him. No matter what it takes." he mumbled through glittered teeth, none heard it, even though the room was as silent as the grave. "I'll look for him first thing in the morning." Arthur said. Sir Leon was about to protest, but Arthur looked at him with a death-glare that almost could compare to one of Uther's, and he shut up. Arthur wasn't in the mood for anything right now, he only wanted Merlin back. And he would get him back, whatever it took.

Arthur hadn't slept much (how could he?), but he must have gotten some sleep, because he did actually wake up from some kind of sleep. And, the first thing he saw was something rather unpleasant. It was a man, not Merlin, nor anyone he knew. He noticed he was dressed in servant robes. Was he a new guy who had walked into the wrong room? Arthur honestly wasn't in the mood to play guessing-games, so he just asked. He was the king after all.

"Who are you?"
"I am your new manservant, sire. I have polished your armour, sharpened your sword, selected your clothes... There is a slight chill, in the air today, sir. And now, if you would allow me, I would like to serve you breakfast." he said in a way to 'professional' way. He was like the complete opposite of Merlin.

Arthur looked over at the table, to find covered in something that looked like a banquet. Was it supposed to be his breakfast? All of that? Arthur didn't want to be rude, so the least thing he could do was ask for his name.

"What's your name?"

"George, sire. At your service." he said, and gave Arthur a napkin.

"Listen, George, it's all very impressive. Very impressive indeed, but I already have a manservant." Arthur took his time mumbling some bad things about Merlin's skills as a servant (but hey, he made up for them in other ways, right) Arthur blushed slightly at that thought, but pulled himself together. "Despite Merlin's lack of skills, he still is my servant, and to be honest, I quite like it that way." he said, and hurried out of bed before George got to say a word.

He was going out for his planned search. It didn't seem like any of the knights were keen to come with him after yesterdays episode, but of course Gwaine hadn't understood anything about the atmosphere back then, and was already waiting for him. Arthur moaned at the thought of spending a day with just Gwaine. He would probably talk his head to pieces. Oh well, it was better if they were two, the mercenaries could still be out there.

They had been searching for about two hours, and it took a lot of Arthur's self discipline not to kill Gwaine (or at least cut out his tongue). He heard a noise in front of them, as if something, or someone, was there. He held up his hand to shut Gwaine up, really happy for the excuse to finally get some silence. Arthur jumped off his horse, bringing his sword, and carefully walked towards the sound.
"Declare yourself." he said, calmly. And, stumbling out of the bushes, tripping over a root in a manner only that man could accomplish, came Merlin. He was mostly covered in mud, and kind of hard to recognize, but Arthur would know him anywhere. "Merlin!" he said, and let go of his sword, running towards his servant. When the few meters between them were gone, he could finally hug him. God I never want to lose him like that again. He would have kissed him, if it wasn't for the fact that Gwaine was there, although knowing him he probably wouldn't mind? But Merlin was covered in mud anyway so it wouldn't have been very pleasant.

Arthur wanted to just have Merlin all to himself for the rest of the day, but then again, his poor servant should get some rest. He had been captured, and luckily managed to escape, no doubt that it would've been exhausting. Luckily, his wound had been treated, for some reason... Arthur was too happy to put a question mark behind everything, and just let things slide, basically.

When they returned to Camelot, Gwen was even kind enough to make him some lunch. She probably thought that Merlin needed the rest too. But, just as he sat down to eat, thanking her, Merlin walked in, not looking too pleased.

"Oh, I might have known!" he sneered, and his eyes hot fires at Gwen.

"Hello, Merlin." Arthur said, keeping a casual tone.

"What's this?"

"Eh... Lunch?" Arthur raised his brow, looking at Merlin.

"Look, I know you like to take every opportunity to be by his side, but this is just getting ridiculous. Will you be pouring his bathwater next?" Merlin spat at Gwen, in a tone that was not like Merlin at all.

"Merlin, is something wrong?" He is probably just tired.

"This is what's wrong!" he said, pointing his finger accusing at the dish Gwen had prepared.

"I was just trying to help? I thought you needed some rest..." Gwen said, and just like Arthur, it sounded like she had trouble understanding what had gotten into Merlin.

"Rest? No! I don't need rest! Do you know how long it took me to prepare this meal? I cooked it myself." he said, and lifted the other dish of the table, putting down his own. To be a 'Merlin-meal', it actually looked better than usual. Arthur grabbed the plate from Merlin, putting Gwen's version of his lunch down again, and handing Merlin's back.

"I think this is just a misunderstanding." he said, calmly. Merlin crossed his arms.

"Well, you would take her side, wouldn't you?" he said, now a bit angry?

"Excuse me?" sure, they were lovers, but this was not a manner Merlin should be addressing him in. "Merlin, I think you must be tired. You've been through quite a lot." he insisted. He looked into Merlin's blue eyes, trying to see what was wrong. Was he jealous of Gwen? How could he be? Didn't he know how much he was loved? Was it because Arthur hadn't tried to rescue him?

"I just want to resume my normal duties." Merlin said, slowly, in a low tone, as if he was about to explode with anger. Arthur kept calm, even if it was a bit scary, seeing Merlin like this. Not that he would ever be afraid of his servant, he knew Merlin would never hurt him, whatever wrong Arthur had done him, he wouldn't hurt him. He knew that.

"Well, I'll be happy to have your service helping me prepare for the knighting-ceremony later today." Then they would have time to talk. He needed to know what was wrong. Hopefully, Merlin was just stressed out and tired. Yeah, that was probably it.

"Thank you, sire." Merlin said, after a few seconds of hesitation. With another glare at Gwen, he left the room without saying anything else, carrying his turned-down-meal with him.

Even letting Merlin help him prepare for the knighting-ceremony was to overwork Merlin, but Arthur wouldn't have let him, if he didn't feel like they needed to talk. Maybe Merlin was mad because Arthur hadn't paid enough attention to him when he returned? Arthur went through every possibility in his mind, but couldn't land on one that was more likely than the others.

"Talk about bad use of time... There is a traitor in our midst, and I have to prepare for a knighting-ceremony." he said, as he walked into his chambers. "Maybe it's one of the knights who wants to kill me." he looked at Merlin for a response. Merlin didn't answer. "Maybe it's you." Arthur said with a short laugh. Merlin's silence and odd behavior was really making him worry now. Hopefully now Merlin would say something like 'I don't want to kill you, I'd never hurt you, but...' and then explain why he was so mad. But he didn't say anything. "Oh, not that I really think you want to kill me." he said, again trying to indicate that he needed to know what was wrong. But, Merlin remained silent. Just how mad was he?

"What do you think about Percival?" Arthur said, still trying to keep up a conversation. It was rather difficult, since Merlin was silent, or he spat words back at it as if it was painful to talk to him.

"He is very big." Merlin answered, showing his complete lack of interest. Wasn't it more like Merlin to give his all to find this trator who was a threat to Arthur's life? Have I really misunderstood him this much? Or, was it because of what had happened a while ago? With the whole 'breaking up'-incident. Arthur had apologized for that a hundred times! Every time it popped into his mind he would hug Merlin and say that he would never say anything stupid like that again, and that he did not mean it! Didn't Merlin believe him?

"I do find it hard to believe that any of my knights would think ill of me but... I can't trust anyone. In fact, I think you, Merlin, is the only person I can trust." if that didn't do it, then he would just have to ask him straight out what was wrong. But Merlin didn't say anything.

Gaius and Gwen suddenly appeared in the door. "I know, I know, I'm late." he said, and was about to exit." he heard Merlin collapsing behind him. "Merlin? You alright?" Merlin still didn't answer. "Get some rest." Arthur said, picking up his sword that Merlin obviously had been trying to give to him. He would've made a lot more fuss about Merlin collapsing like that, hadn't it been for Gaius and Gwen standing in the doorway. Well, now that Gaius was here he would probably look after Merlin anyway, and Arthur was king and needed to get to the ceremony. So he left them.

Arthur had spent most of the time in the ceremony trying to come up with an answer to who the traitor was. It helped him take his mind off Merlin. He honestly needed a rest from his worries on that front. The person he had landed on was... Agravaine. He hadn't done anything to help Arthur, ever. All his counselling had led to disaster, and Arthur only remembered that his family had always let him down. Well, his father hadn't, but he hadn't exactly done anything for Arthur either. Morgana, who had been like a sister to him, had betrayed him. Maybe there was something about Arthur's being that made his closest ones betray him.

So, this was the reason for Arthur ending up in his uncle's chambers.

"Arthur?" he said, looking up from his papers. He smiled, not seeing the seriousness of Arthur's expression. "An unexpected pleasure." he said, still smiling, and got up from his chair.

"There is something I wish to discuss with you, uncle." Arthur didn't really know how to start this whole conversation, so he played it safe. He was king, and his uncle, even if he was older, was his substitute, there was no doubt about that.

"Of course." he said, still trying to be friendly, but Arthur wouldn't fall for that.

"I'm afraid I don't take the matter of the traitor as lightly as you do."

"Sire, I hope you don't-" Arthur cut him off by holding his hand up.

"I have been looking into how the mercenaries discovered our route through the forest. None of the knights had the opportunity to betray me. Among the council, only three were aware of the treaty, among those, only you knew the route I was planning to take."

"Are you seriously suggesting that-"

"It brings me no pleasure to doubt you, uncle." Arthur said, still staying stone-cold and serious down to the bone.

"Then let me reassure you, that you have no reason to doubt! You are all that is left of my dear sister! If I betray you, Arthur, I betray her. And that, I will never do!" Arthur still didn't really believe him. But he wanted to, he so badly wanted to... He wanted a family, and Agravaine was the only one left. "In the council, there is one other who knew the route... Gaius." Arthur didn't answer to that, he just turned around and left.

He couldn't think straight. There was no way Gaius would betray him. He was a skilled physician, surely, if he wanted to kill Arthur he could just poison him or something? Arthur wouldn't believe that Gaius was a traitor! He was like a father to Merlin, which meant he was loyal to Merlin, who was loyal to Arthur. Gaius had known Arthur from his birth. No, it couldn't be him. It had to be his uncle... God, he had to talk to someone about this. He needed to ask Merlin for his opinion. He would probably help him... If it hadn't been for the fact that Merlin was furious with him... For some reason.

He returned to his chambers, and just after he had closed the door, Merlin swung it open, entering hasty. His eyes were in tears, and it was clear that he had been running, for he was out of breath.

"Merlin, what on earth is the matter?" Arthur asked, stepping closer to his servant, to be able to catch him if he collapsed again, because it honestly look like he had difficulties standing.

"I... I tried to kill you!" he said, his eyes red from crying, and tears still streaming down his cheeks, making his skin shine in the pale light of the room.

"What are you talking about?"

"Morgana... I... Something in my neck, it's controlling my actions. Gaius has stunned it, but only for a while, tomorrow, it will be back... And I will... Try to kill you." he sobbed, and gripped hold of Arthur's shirt, holding on for bare life. "Please, Arthur. Kill me. Kill me before I can do anything more to try to hurt you... While I am still myself. Please. Kill me!"

It was all a bit too much for Arthur to take in at once. What the hell was Merlin talking about?! He still couldn't help but feel relieved that Merlin at least didn't hate him. He put his arms around his shaking servant.

"I know you'd never hurt me." Arthur said, softly, trying to calm him down.

"Of course I wouldn't! It's not me! It's Morgana! She is just using my body to do her actions..." he explained, still holding onto Arthur, as if he was going to die if he let go. "I don't want to be a threat to your life... Arthur... Please... While I still know who I am. Kill me." he begged, and his voice cracked at the end, and he started crying, unable to get out any other words. Arthur hugged him tightly.

"Merlin, calm down..." he whispered. He didn't really know what to do, Merlin was really broken. "Listen to me..." But Merlin didn't listen, he just kept on crying. "Listen to me!" Arthur said, and grabbed Merlin's chin, forcing him to look at him. "I won't kill you. No matter the reason, or the consequences, I will never kill you, or let anything happen to you. I'd rather die."

"No! Arthur! What if I actually succeed in killing you!? I will never be able to live with myself... Please! Kill me..." he almost couldn't speak from panting to much, due the the crying.

"There must be another way. We'll find another way." he said, determined and put as much conviction as he could into his words. Merlin looked at him, and when he met Arthur's eyes, he could see just how serious he was. And he knew that he wouldn't kill him, no matter what. Because he really did love him more than anything. And he couldn't take it anymore. His legs gave in to his weight, and he fell. Although not far, because Arthur's strong arms held him, pulling him even closer. "I love you." Arthur said, softly. He really hadn't said it enough. He should tell Merlin every day, because he loved him just as much every day. He should tell him all the time! Because he always loved him... Always.

After speaking to Gaius and looking through some books, they actually did find a solution. Merlin had to go to Morgana's house and kill the mother beast of the snake-head that was stuck in his neck. If the mother died, Merlin would be free. Arthur wanted to come with him, but Merlin just shook his head, and said that it was too dangerous. Morgana shouldn't be allowed to come close to Arthur. Unwillingly, Arthur agreed to the plan.

Arthur had never been this worried in his life. Okay, he probably had worried this much about Merlin before, but he had never been so aware of the danger Merlin was in. He paced back and forth in his room, every time he heard a noise he jumped towards the door to see if Merlin was outside. But, most of the times it was nothing. He was feeling really paranoid. He was paranoid. And Merlin didn't return.

Not until the next morning, that is. Arthur had collapsed on his bed after pacing what must have been miles. He woke up to the most pleasant thing ever. One of Merlin's "Rise and shine!" he was wide awake instantly and jumped up from his bed.

"Merlin! You're back!"

"I'm back." Merlin said, and smiled that wide smile that only belonged on the real Merlin's face. God how adorable he was. Arthur didn't really care about anything right now, he just launched himself at Merlin, pushing him hard into the wall.

"And you don't want to kill me?" he said, with a smile.

"No." Merlin answered, before kissing his king. Arthur sighed, he had longed for the feeling of Merlin's lips on his for a while now. He slowly pushed his tongue into his mouth to taste him. God, he tasted good... Arthur didn't want to hold back. He wanted Merlin, even if it was almost midday, and he was probably going to get called to a meeting any minute.

He removed his scarf (stupid thing was always blocking the view of Merlin's perfect neck) He kissed the now revealed skin making his servant gasp, the area around his veins were really sensitive, and Arthur placed dozens of small bites, along that lines, leaving pink marks. They wouldn't really be visible anyway. He wanted to feel more of Merlin's flesh with his tongue, and pulled off his jacket, and continued with his blue tunic. With the whole of Merlin's upper body in front of him, he got to feel all of that sensitive skin... Got to feel him shiver when he licked his way down to his nipples. "Ah... Arthur..." Merlin whispered, clearly indicating that if they didn't stop now, there was no going back. But Arthur was way past that already. Seeing Merlin like this turned him on like nothing else, and he knew he needed his servant. Arthur put two fingers in front of Merlin's mouth, and pushed them in.

"Saliva, Merlin... Cover them." he breathed out, still licking Merlin's body. Merlin's face was heated up from lust, and he sucked on Arthur's fingers, covering them as much as he could. Arthur soon pulled them out, and they were dripping with sweet saliva that Arthur knew tasted so good. It was almost a waist not to drink all of it, but he needed to prepare Merlin. He let the slippery fingers slide down his back and further down, until he pushed them both inside of him without warning. Merlin moaned, and grabbed hold of Arthur's shoulders. Arthur pushed the fingers up, and scissored them to widen Merlin's entrance. Merlin gasped and moaned, as Arthur slowly worked his fingers in and out of him. While still fingerfucking him, Arthur's other hand played with his nipples, and he kissed him deeply. Merlin's mouth was still full of spit that Arthur's tongue tried to get as much of as possible. Soon, saliva was dripping down from the corner of Merlin's mouth, because it couldn't fit in his mouth together with Arthur's tongue. "We should move to the bed." Arthur suggested, but Merlin just shook his head.

"No... No, against the wall, Arthur... Do me.. Against the wall." he moaned, unable to bear with the state his body was in. And Arthur was still just using his fingers. God, he needed to do this more, Merlin's body craved to get this kind of attention more often.

Arthur was now getting painfully hard, and couldn't wait any longer, as much as he loved to finger Merlin while watching him twitch and moan in pleasure. He turned Merlin around, pulling his pants all the way down, and quickly opened his own. He positioned himself, before pushing into him, hard and fast. Merlin was well prepared, but it was still a bit painful, which his loud moan gave away. Arthur kissed his neck to make him calm down, before he started to push even. "Arthur... Too slow..." Merlin hissed, and Arthur started moving a bit faster. He knew he couldn't go too fast, or he would just cum before he even got the chance to fuck Merlin properly. Merlin was just too god damn sexy for his own good. As Merlin moaned, he had to pick up his pace, and that made him moan even louder. And so it continued. Harder. Faster. Arthur didn't even need to touch Merlin this time. Being inside of him was enough to make his servant scream out his name and spill his cum all over the floor underneath them and on the wall. Arthur vision turned white as he thrust deep inside of Merlin, and came. They were both shaking, coming down from their heights, and Arthur could barely stand. He pulled out from Merlin, who instantly turned around to lean his back against the wall. Arthur too needed the support from the wall, and he put his arms on either side of Merlin. He definitely needed to do Merlin more often.

Oh God what am I doing. EH. Threw in a smut-scene at the end there for you guys, since you are all very patient with me and my late updating. Sorry about it... At least this chapter is rather long! I will try (although I won't promise anything) to update sooner rather than later. Anyways, if you like this fanfiction, please fave/follow and reviews are always deeply appreciated! Also, if you have an episode you would like to see in this fiction, please let me know! Many people wanted to see this episode (even though I didn't really want to write from it), but it turned out alright, I guess. So, keep that in mind. Take care, and thank you!