Summary: it's the last day of filming Merlin and the director feels he doesn't get paid enough.
Pairings: just the usual.
"CUT! BRADLEY WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"
Snapping out of character Bradley pulled away from Colin who looked mildly disgusted but mostly confused. Angel was biting her lip nervously while the other cast members weren't sure if they should burst into laughter or just leave the set now.
"Erm...I don't know," Bradley said nervously, "the script said-"
"The script said you kiss Guinevere," the director snapped, "Does Colin look anything like Angel to you?"
Bradley opened his mouth perhaps to mumble a nervous no or maybe to say something rather mean and witty how Colin always looks like a girl.
"Don't say anything," the director growled frustrated. It was the final scene of the series and it should have gotten off without a hitch so they can all go home and get some sleep (it's not nice being awake since four o'clock in the morning after going to sleep at midnight).
"Now, now," the writer said comfortingly, "we only have ourselves to blame."
"You do?" the director said pointedly.
"Yes we do," the writer stressed the we of the sentence, "after all it's our fault for creating such unresolved sexual tension. These poor kids are probably confused."
"Apart from Katie," Angel murmured in amusement as she watched her co-worker bounce up and down with a camera phone squealing excitedly about Merthur.
"I'm buying you mouthwash for Christmas," Colin mumbled disgustedly, "How can you still taste of the curry last night?"
"Shut up Colin," Bradley shouted.
The director merely groaned as the pair went into an argument and Angel chased after Katie to calm her down while a team of PR workers wrestled the mobile away from her.
"I really don't get paid enough for this," the director moaned.
"Neither does Merlin," Colin said somewhat cheerfully.
"Shut up Colin!"
