Disclaimer: Still haven't been given the writes to Merlin.

A/N I think I first of all need to clear something up. Leonie knows that Anna/Morgause is Gwaine's mother. But she is a nice person and therefore treats Gwaine as if he were her own son, and for all intents and purposes he is. Thank you again to the people who read and review this. If you read this and you have the time please leave some form of feedback because I don't know how many people actually read this if I don't base it on the figures and on alerts. If you enjoy/dislike this story just let me know- I reply to every one and Anon is on anyway. Cheers again guys and I hope you enjoy.

Gwaine was now five, and remarkably inquisitive and in constant trouble. It wasn't that he meant to get into trouble it's just that he had the bad habit of doing things he wasn't allowed. Like going into the village on his own (his mother had had a heart attack almost) and hiding in the wood shed for six hours while his mother and father ran around desperately calling for him. He found it funny, they thought it was naughty.

Gwaine liked mess, Gwaine liked playing but most of all Gwaine liked playing with his toy swords. He was getting good, he could throw it from hand to hand and catch it almost every time. He could spar with any of the children his age or a little older and never loose. He was brilliant. His father always took the time to practice with him three times a week at least and Gwaine loved his dad immensely.

War had been coming to Caerleon for some time though and it appeared the time may finally be here, tensions between the two kingdoms had reached its peak and any talks of peace had long since been forgotten so Gareth was leaving, he was to lead one of the battalions, a group of 50 men. These men were both Knights and guards. Gareth would be gone indefinitely.

"Gareth, I love you." Leonie whispered, lifted off her feet by the force of Gareth's hug.

"I love you too baby." He whispered his eyes becoming wet.

"Please be safe, I need you to come back to me." Leonie begged him.

"I'll try Leonie, I'll try." Gareth gulped before scooping down to pick up his confused son.

"Look after your mummy for me." He told him.

"Okay."

"I love you so much kid, don't be naughty and be the best you can be." Gareth kept back the tears for his son, he was so young he couldn't understand.

"Love you too daddy." Gwaine leant forward and kissed his dad's cheek, Gareth cuddled him closer. Wilfred came round the corner with two horses at that point, a grim look on his face.

"Come on Garry." Gareth nodded to himself hugged Leonie with Gwaine trapped between them.

"If anything happens Leonie, please be happy for me."

"Don't think like that, nothing will happen." Gareth gave a small smile and handed little Gwaine over and tweaked his nose. He strode over and took one of the horses off Wilfred. Wilfred came over to Leonie straight away, his normally cheery face dull and depressed.

"I'll look after him Leonie, I promise you to try and bring him home safe." He whispered to her ruffling Gwaine's hair as he spoke.

"Bring yourself home as well Wilfred, safe." Leonie told him sternly, he nodded in acceptance before kissing her sadly on the cheek.

"Bye Leonie"

"Bye Wilfred." Wilfred mounted his horse and led the horse to where Gareth was waiting on his. Gareth blew her a kiss and gave her a wave and they rode off into the distance. Tears overwhelmed her and Leonie sunk to the floor. It was only then that she realised he had never said goodbye.

Leonie managed to keep herself occupied but every now and again her mind would drift to Gareth and the worry would consume her. Gwaine kept her busy though he was trying to be nice to her since he knew she was upset but then he would get bored and do something silly, except he always charmed himself out of any trouble.

Leonie waited anxiously for any news of the war but all she had heard so far was that they were battling King Bayards men on the border and one village at least had been completely destroyed. Leonie spent her nights curled up in agonising worry.

"Leonie this isn't good for you." Gemma said as she changed the bed sheets. Leonie was sat in her wing backed chair watching Gwaine with a distant expression.

"Tell my husband that."

"He had to go Leonie, you know that." Gemma chided her gently folding up the dirty sheet and placing it in her hamper.

"Yes I know that. I can't help but worry."

"He will be back soon dear, you'll see." Gemma said softly walking over to crouch by her chair.

"I know he's off being brave, but I can't be brave in his absence." Leonie spoke so quietly that Gemma had to lean in closer to hear her.

"I think you're being brave, you managed to but on a face for Gwaine at least."

"He knows his dad is fighting, he just doesn't realise he could just not come back." Leonie looked over at Gwaine who was innocently playing with his toys- for the time being at least.

"Don't think like that it's no good for yourself, it will only make you feel worse." Gemma warned her.

"I know, I'll try."

It was a vicious battle, long and bloody. Gareth was sweating heavily his helmet and armour weighing him down, Gareth pulled off his helmet and threw it at his attacker, the attacker fell down unconscious. Gareth whipped around placing his back to Wilfred's fighting form. The blue of Bayard's armour surrounded the group, but Gareth knew that they were more powerful and trained than Bayard's men. Gareth also knew that Camelot's army were riding to the rescue so to speak, Uther hated Bayard and any chance to bring him down he was going to take.

It was now a race, between death and Camelot and a race that Gareth most certainly didn't want to lose.

His opponent thrust his sword at Gareth but it was blocked by Gareth's sword, he swung it around forcing his opponents sword into the ground, he raised his sword again and swung it at the man, he fell over- dead.

As quickly as he despatched that opponent another one sprung up in his place, a never ending stream of attackers. Gareth parried each blow before finding an opportunity to yet again strike down his attacker leaving his staggering backwards before collapsing.

Every fight he won gave him no sense of victory, but sadness. Thousands were dying before his eyes, each death only gave him a small sense of peace that he wasn't dead- that he could return.

Gareth turned to help Wilfred with his two attackers when someone struck him in the back. His armour prevented any damage but didn't stop the wind from being knocked out of him. He barely managed to stay upright. He turned quickly, spinning lightly on the balls of his feet and knocking his attacker over with his foot- in these situations one forgets the knight code.

The attacker was down but not dead and he raised his sword in defence, if this was a normal fight. If this was a duel he would let the man go. But it was war. In war people die. His sword was stained with blood but the man no longer breathed.

"Garry, still alive back there?" Wilfred panted flooring another opponent with an elbow to the face.

"Just about, you?" Gareth asked pleasantly when another attacker launched at him, the hilt of the man's sword cutting his forehead. "Fuck!"

"Garry? You've not been stabbed right?"

"Right." Wilfred gnawed his lip in worry for his friend but had no time to help him, he himself was struggling to stay alive. Wilfred was sick of fighting and his whole body ached with tiredness, he knew that one mistake and he'd be dead.

The sun was setting turning the sky a burnt red.

The man he was fighting fell into another attacker and they landed on the hard ground. They looked scared. Wilfred gave them a chance to run, they didn't. He killed them where they lay.

Gareth could feel blood pouring down the side of his face. He could smell it. With a roar his brought down his sword on the man's head, he fell over. Another one bit the dust.

There was a sudden relieve in men. Gareth looked up and could see the dancing colours of Camelot's red capes in the distance. They were fighting from the other side of the battlefield, cutting anyone down in their path. Gareth was overwhelmed by relief, he was still alive and so was Wilfred.

It would all be okay. They were saved.

"Garry!" Wilfred yelled, Gareth turned raising his sword as he did so, but he had received the warning too late. The sword pierced across his throat and he collapsed to the floor choking on his own blood.

Wilfred was inflamed with anger; they had so nearly made it. He stabbed the sword through the man and twisted his sword inside of his making him scream in pain. Wilfred left his sword in the man condemning him to a slow and painful death and dropped to the floor beside the head of his friend.

Wilfred pressed his hands onto the wound making Gareth moan louder, the stem of the blood continued running out of him like a river, staining the floor and Wilfred.

"Please, Garry." Wilfred begged "Don't die on me."

"Not my fault Wilfred" Gareth managed to choke out. "Prom-ise me, look after Leonie an-d Gwaine." Gareth couldn't have had any blood left in him; so much was on Wilfred and the muddy ground. This was not the place for someone like Gareth to die, he deserved so much better.

"Promise old chap." Wilfred was openly crying "I love you mate."

"No-t like you to get emotional." He stuttered out. His voice was weak his eyelids drooping shut. "Tell them that- sorry." He fell silent and he gave one last juddering breath before his chest stilled.

The air suddenly felt frigid, the sound disappeared. Everything was sucked away, thought and feeling. Left behind was an icey numbness that penetrated his insides, Wilfred felt like he was dead. Panic, shock and terror knotted his stomach.

"Garry, please!" Wilfred begged but it was too late, Gareth's eyes were open and glassy. He no longer had breath in his body. Wilfred laid his head on his dead friends' chest and wept. He wept for the injustice, he wept for his friend and family but he also cried for himself.

There was a hole inside him that could never be filled, because Gareth was dead.

That was something more terrible than anything.

He would never be the same again.

Morgause felt it, she didn't know how but she just knew.

Gareth was dead; the vision she had seen so long ago had come to pass. Gareth had died in a blaze of glory and blood.

Morgause had no idea how she felt about it, it had been a long time since they had seen each other and she was no longer that weak girl he had known. Instead she was a powerful sorceress taught by non-other than the high priestess of the old religion herself.

Morgause couldn't help but feel however that the world was missing one of the best men it had ever known to her Gareth would always be the knight in shining armour to her, no matter if any love had been involved or in fact that she had ever needed saving.

He had been the man of dreams but a man not for her.

Morgause walked down the corridor with her black cloak billowing behind her, her hair was contained in a bun. Morgause was more regal than she had ever been.

Things had changed for her, but it was strange when the past came back.

Three years ago her mother had died and Morgause had felt nothing. But now Gareth had died and she felt unsettled and unsure.

Gareth had the one thing she had entrusted to him, her son. She could only hope that he would be cared for because she stood by her decision. He did not belong here.

She did not know if he had powers, but he could not be with her.

Some mistakes you can never undo.

A/N I am horrible, I know I am. But it had to happen. In the TV series it is made quite clear that Gwaine's dad died while Gwaine was young because he didn't know him. Therefore- keeping with cannon I had to kill my lovely sweet amazing brilliant Gareth. He honestly is my favourite character, maybe because I just killed him and I'm feeling sentimental. But I will miss writing him. I hope you will miss him too.

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