And Awaken (Gwen/Lancelot)
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Title: And Awaken
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Gwen/Lancelot
Summary: Gwen wakes up and can't remember why at first. Then it all comes together.
Word Count: 870
Prompt: Heartbeat
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd (little busy right now with NaNoWriMo and a training course) so apologies for any horrible errors. Also, I don't know why Lancelot is hanging around Camelot here as Gwen is still more blacksmith's daughter rather than ruling queen. He got over his commitment issues or something.
She couldn’t remember how she got there at first. Couldn’t even remember going to bed. Just slowly woke up, feeling tired and heavy all over, especially in her head and all she wanted to do was slip back into sleep again. But Gwen was awake and so she opened her eyes, although she found she had to do so slowly. She was awake, but it was as though her body didn’t want to be. Her head was thumping with a dull ache, her limbs felt like lead, her chest was sore and even her eyelids felt too heavy.
So she only opened her eyes a little and then just lay there, waiting for her vision to clear. It did, but not completely. There was still a haze to everything, as though she were peering through a fog. But it was her bed in her home, though she still couldn’t remember getting there.
While the pain throbbing in her head was steadily getting worse, she attempted to sit up, hoping to look around more and perhaps get some answers. Because, come to think of it, her last memory wasn’t even in Camelot. She had gone out. Gaius needed her too. Merlin usually went but he couldn’t. Away with Arthur. So she had gone instead. And…
Gwen winced in pain and abandoned her attempt to sit within the first moment of starting. The pain had seared through her whole body and felt like it was going to rip her into a thousand pieces so she collapsed back, breathing heavily and starting to sweat.
It was when she thought of trying to wipe some of the sweat and hair from her face that she realised she couldn’t move her right arm. Slowly Gwen flexed her fingers and it felt like they were still there. Slowly, carefully, she turned her head to the side as much as she dared.
Her vision was still hazy, but there was somebody else in the room with her. Somebody sat at her side and somebody still. Gwen didn’t know who it was but didn’t feel alarm. Possibly because she was still tired and in pain.
But then she started to make out the shapes a little better. Shoulders hunched up above his head because he was bent forward with his head pillowed on one arm and appeared to be sleeping at her side. And Gwen couldn’t move her arm because he held it gently. When she saw it, suddenly Gwen was aware of the feeling of the two fingers he had pressed against her wrist, below her palm.
Lancelot had been there. She remembered more. Lancelot had been there. Just as he was now.
“Lancelot,” the voice she spoke wasn’t hers. It was cracked and a harsh broken whisper which sent thorns down her dry throat. But she had to speak. She had to wake him. Because it hurt. There was always hurt and fear and not knowing what to do but Lancelot could make all of that go away. “Lance…”
She croaked out his name and slipped her hand down to grasp his fingers and feebly shake his hand. He stirred, slowly it seemed to Gwen, and his eyes opened. For only a moment he looked tired, but then he saw Gwen watching him and sat up.
“Gwen,” he said, taking hold of her hand. “Are you alright?”
She didn’t know how to answer. It hurt. All over it hurt. But she was there and so was Lancelot, so she supposed she must be alright.
“I think.”
“Gwen, I’m sorry,” Lancelot bowed his head, shaking it and holding her hand just a little away from his lips. “I am so sorry. I should have seen the other one. I should have been faster.”
“You don’t mean for those things,” Gwen told him. She turned her hand to take his, but got his wrist instead. Her fingers pressed into the skin and through it she felt the faint thud of what she realised must be his heart. Then his fingers on her wrist made sense. She wondered how long she had been asleep, how long he had forced himself awake to be sure she was alright.
And she remembered. She remembered the robbers. Gwen could fight. But she wasn’t prepared. Wasn’t ready. Had put up a good fight anyway. And if Lancelot hadn’t been with her…
“I’ll fetch Gaius,” Lancelot said, though he didn’t move to stand up right away. “I’ll tell him you’re awake.”
“No.” Gwen tightened her grip on Lancelot’s arm as much as she felt she could. And Lancelot stopped trying to move away just as soon as he had started. “No. Stay with me. Just a little bit. Please.”
“Of course,” he nodded. “Whatever you want.”
He continued to sit with her. Held her hand. Stroked the hair and sweat from her face. And it was what Gwen wanted. She also wanted to get up. She wanted the hurting to stop. She wanted to go out to find them again. And she wanted to just stay there with Lancelot because it was safe there.
And then what she wanted was sleep. Lancelot let her have it and he kept her hand held in his.
springinstepTitle: And Awaken
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Gwen/Lancelot
Summary: Gwen wakes up and can't remember why at first. Then it all comes together.
Word Count: 870
Prompt: Heartbeat
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd (little busy right now with NaNoWriMo and a training course) so apologies for any horrible errors. Also, I don't know why Lancelot is hanging around Camelot here as Gwen is still more blacksmith's daughter rather than ruling queen. He got over his commitment issues or something.
She couldn’t remember how she got there at first. Couldn’t even remember going to bed. Just slowly woke up, feeling tired and heavy all over, especially in her head and all she wanted to do was slip back into sleep again. But Gwen was awake and so she opened her eyes, although she found she had to do so slowly. She was awake, but it was as though her body didn’t want to be. Her head was thumping with a dull ache, her limbs felt like lead, her chest was sore and even her eyelids felt too heavy.
So she only opened her eyes a little and then just lay there, waiting for her vision to clear. It did, but not completely. There was still a haze to everything, as though she were peering through a fog. But it was her bed in her home, though she still couldn’t remember getting there.
While the pain throbbing in her head was steadily getting worse, she attempted to sit up, hoping to look around more and perhaps get some answers. Because, come to think of it, her last memory wasn’t even in Camelot. She had gone out. Gaius needed her too. Merlin usually went but he couldn’t. Away with Arthur. So she had gone instead. And…
Gwen winced in pain and abandoned her attempt to sit within the first moment of starting. The pain had seared through her whole body and felt like it was going to rip her into a thousand pieces so she collapsed back, breathing heavily and starting to sweat.
It was when she thought of trying to wipe some of the sweat and hair from her face that she realised she couldn’t move her right arm. Slowly Gwen flexed her fingers and it felt like they were still there. Slowly, carefully, she turned her head to the side as much as she dared.
Her vision was still hazy, but there was somebody else in the room with her. Somebody sat at her side and somebody still. Gwen didn’t know who it was but didn’t feel alarm. Possibly because she was still tired and in pain.
But then she started to make out the shapes a little better. Shoulders hunched up above his head because he was bent forward with his head pillowed on one arm and appeared to be sleeping at her side. And Gwen couldn’t move her arm because he held it gently. When she saw it, suddenly Gwen was aware of the feeling of the two fingers he had pressed against her wrist, below her palm.
Lancelot had been there. She remembered more. Lancelot had been there. Just as he was now.
“Lancelot,” the voice she spoke wasn’t hers. It was cracked and a harsh broken whisper which sent thorns down her dry throat. But she had to speak. She had to wake him. Because it hurt. There was always hurt and fear and not knowing what to do but Lancelot could make all of that go away. “Lance…”
She croaked out his name and slipped her hand down to grasp his fingers and feebly shake his hand. He stirred, slowly it seemed to Gwen, and his eyes opened. For only a moment he looked tired, but then he saw Gwen watching him and sat up.
“Gwen,” he said, taking hold of her hand. “Are you alright?”
She didn’t know how to answer. It hurt. All over it hurt. But she was there and so was Lancelot, so she supposed she must be alright.
“I think.”
“Gwen, I’m sorry,” Lancelot bowed his head, shaking it and holding her hand just a little away from his lips. “I am so sorry. I should have seen the other one. I should have been faster.”
“You don’t mean for those things,” Gwen told him. She turned her hand to take his, but got his wrist instead. Her fingers pressed into the skin and through it she felt the faint thud of what she realised must be his heart. Then his fingers on her wrist made sense. She wondered how long she had been asleep, how long he had forced himself awake to be sure she was alright.
And she remembered. She remembered the robbers. Gwen could fight. But she wasn’t prepared. Wasn’t ready. Had put up a good fight anyway. And if Lancelot hadn’t been with her…
“I’ll fetch Gaius,” Lancelot said, though he didn’t move to stand up right away. “I’ll tell him you’re awake.”
“No.” Gwen tightened her grip on Lancelot’s arm as much as she felt she could. And Lancelot stopped trying to move away just as soon as he had started. “No. Stay with me. Just a little bit. Please.”
“Of course,” he nodded. “Whatever you want.”
He continued to sit with her. Held her hand. Stroked the hair and sweat from her face. And it was what Gwen wanted. She also wanted to get up. She wanted the hurting to stop. She wanted to go out to find them again. And she wanted to just stay there with Lancelot because it was safe there.
And then what she wanted was sleep. Lancelot let her have it and he kept her hand held in his.
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Date: 2012-11-07 03:45 pm (UTC)