A/N: Last chapter of story 1. Still don't own.

Gwen was exhausted. Unlike the men, she wasn't used to this whole being taken captive and nearly dying thing. Sure, she did it more than most of the other servants in the castle, especially since Morgana had turned, but she knew Merlin did this all the time, as did the Knights.

Merlin, nearly dying again.

It stressed her out more than the knights, she was certain, because she knew what they didn't.

Merlin was also Arthur's bodyguard, except even the Prince didn't know it.

It was the worst kept secret within the lower classes in the castle, but they were all willing to keep it from the upper classes, because they were the ones always trying to commit treason or some other crime.

So, no-one batted an eyelid when Merlin turned up injured, or got into a fight in front of them. No-one hesitated to step in and help Merlin with his chores after a fight had gone down.

They were also all willing to help provide an alibi for the man.

They wanted to protect the prince as much as anyone, and they'd lend a hand where they could. He wasn't willing to let them fight, but if he gave them a tip to help get people out the way, no-one ignored it. They didn't know how he did it, just that he did.

They all also kept an ear out, because no-one noticed a servant, and gave him all the info he could get. He had a veritable army of informants and assistants and no-one would know until it was too late for their evil plot.

Actually, she was pretty sure Gwaine knew, but she was pretty sure there was more between Gwaine and Merlin than anyone knew, so that wasn't surprising.

But her role in that was listening out and passing information along. Not actually getting into danger. And she was exhausted because of it.

They had a quick breakfast before departing, Merlin now normal colour but still not awake.

After about an hour they met up with a Camelot patrol who guarded them back to the citadel.

And it was over.

Merlin was on his way to Gaius, accompanied by herself, Gwaine and Lancelot. The rest of the group went to the council room to organise a group to take down the group camped in Colthersea and the sorcerer.

She knew Gwaine would be joining them, if he could. He would never let something happen to Merlin.

She knew it wasn't really over though. She had a feeling in her gut. The Patrol had said they'd left Camelot 6 days before they were found, leaving 2 full days unaccounted for in all their diaries.

2 days of hunting.

2 days of escaping.

2 full days they must have been asleep for, or worse.

She knew that just because you had no memory of something, didn't mean nothing bad had happened.

It just meant they wouldn't be prepared when it reared its head further down the line.

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Thanks for reading.

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