A/N: So. Another one-shot from Gideon's POV. In a strict departure from the angst filled last chapter, we have here a borderline crack fic. This is supposed to be set during that ball where Gwen gets really drunk and sings some song from Cats. I changed the song to the one she sang in the movie, 'cause I could. Also, pardon any AUishness. I haven't read the series in forever. Finally, would there be any interest in an overhaul of the entire series from Gideon's POV? Please drop a review and let me know. Now on to the story!


"Gwen," Gideon says in what he likes to think of as his quite firm to be used on a two-year old voice. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Gwen just grins at him, then flops over onto her back on top of the grand piano she's currently molesting and flings her arms out for added dramatic effect.

"Isn't it obvious arse-hole? Now shut up, I'm in the middle of a performance." is Gwen's totally sensible response. And then to make matters worse, she actually does start to perform. Let's Do The Timewarp Again. Which is surprisingly fitting. Which isn't the point. The point is that a quite obviously drunk off her arse Gwen is singing a twenty-first century song at a seventeenth century ball. Gideon allows himself exactly 5.4 seconds to facepalm. He realises two things in those 5.4 seconds. One, Gwen is actually on key. Two, the count is without a doubt going to murder him. Probably by disembowelment. Potentially by drawing and quartering. Either way he's a dead man. It's a bloody good thing Gwen can see ghosts because he's going to come back and haunt her for this.

That conviction only grows stronger when he is forced to bodily remove a loudly shrieking Gwen from the piano after her impromptu musical number has finally drawn to a close, along with their evening. Really, he thinks as he hauls her outside, Gwen is going to owe him for this.