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120_minutenTitel: Sometimes you've got to do what you think is right
Team: Dickinson
Challenge: Horror/Thriller – Einen Flüchtling verstecken (für's Team)
Fandom: BBC's Merlin
Sprache: Englisch
Kommentar: Ich weiß nicht, wie das passiert ist – echt nicht. Ich hatte ein sehr schönes Original angefangen und dann habe ich endlich die 1. Staffel Merlin zu Ende gesehen und mich hat ein Plotbunny gebissen. (Aku, gib's endlich zu, du züchtest die! o_O)
Und ich hoffe, es sind noch genug Thriller-Elemente drin...
Zur Kontinuität: Alternatives Ending zu 1.8 'The Beginning of the End' – Was, wenn Arthur Morgana und Mordred nicht im Beisein der Wachen entdeckt hätte; hätte er sich anders entscheiden können?
Sometimes you've got to do what you think is right
He had never seen her like this before, eyes dark and wide and full of fear. Usually she was so confident, almost to the point that she scared him (although he'd rather die than admit that). Who else would dare to pick fights with the king? Sometimes he even pondered that she was braver than himself, in her own quirked way. How she offered resistance impressed him (one more thing he'd never say out loud), more so when he didn't seem capable to voice his own doubts. Whatever he said never changed his fathers mind anyway...though that wasn't different with her, only that she fought more. Maybe that made her better in some way. On the other hand, she hadn't all these expectations on her, all the responsibilities of being the prince and the king's only son. And if her remarks had reached anything, they wouldn't be here, right?
These had been lying heavily on his shoulders for the past hours – his responsibilities. The boy was just a child, for god's sake, they should let him go – but it wasn't his choice, so he was searching every room and every damned stable and cabin in Camelot. And now he was standing here, looking at her, and suddenly it was his choice.
He was paralyzed, he wouldn't have been able to alarm the guards if he wanted to. And god knew, he didn't want to. Her gaze was pinning him to the ground, all the while pleading, begging. The boy was looking up to him, this small boy who had caused so much trouble, she was hugging him close to her, like she would rather die than let him go. He didn't really want to find out if she would.
And somehow the moment to reveal her just passed, passed without a word from him. His hand was clutching the drape she had been hiding behind. He drew a somewhat shuddered breath, and could see her eyes wide in fear. Then he pulled the drape back in place and turned around with a sharp movement. „There's no on here.“ To his amazement, his voice didn't betray his feelings. „We need to search the stables, maybe he's hiding there – he's got to hide somewhere.“
He managed not to look back when he left after the guards and closed the door behind him.
She stared after him, for a moment in total disbelief. Then she drew the boy closer. „We're safe, don't worry“, she whispered. There was almost a sob in her voice as relief flooded over here. „Thanks to Arthur...“ She still couldn't quite believe it. Arthur ignored a direct order from the king, giving her the chance to escape...she had seen how much it distressed him that a child should be executed, but still...suddenly she felt like she didn't know him so well after all. Maybe she had a closer friend in him than she had thought.
They slipped out of their hiding place. „I'll get you out of here“, she said, trying to comfort the boy, who looked still scared. She could feel her own fear still in her body, in her rapid heartbeat. Her thoughts were running. Suddenly she remembered that the guards were searching the stables now – she managed to stifle a swear. How was she gonna get to her horse now?
The creak of the opening door made her jump. She expected one of the guards who had become suspicious. But then it was Arthur, who silently stepped in, his finger on his lips. His look was serious, but the lack of anger calmed her a bit.
His gaze went to the boy, as if he was looking for something, probably the reason why they were doing this. She couldn't tell if he was successful at finding one.
„There's a horse waiting behind the blacksmith's shop“, he said in a low voice. „We already looked through that stable, it won't be missed until morning. You better hurry up.“
„Arthur...“ She didn't knew what to say.
„Don't let yourself get caught – again“, he said with a pointed look. „I don't want to regret this.“ He turned to the door.
„Thank you“, she whispered. „Thank you so much.“
He just looked at her over his shoulder, and somehow she knew that he was at a loss of words, too. But the expression on his face said it all. The silent understanding lasted until the door closed. And suddenly, she felt good at the thought that Arthur was the future king of Camelot. A better king.
Team: Dickinson
Challenge: Horror/Thriller – Einen Flüchtling verstecken (für's Team)
Fandom: BBC's Merlin
Sprache: Englisch
Kommentar: Ich weiß nicht, wie das passiert ist – echt nicht. Ich hatte ein sehr schönes Original angefangen und dann habe ich endlich die 1. Staffel Merlin zu Ende gesehen und mich hat ein Plotbunny gebissen. (Aku, gib's endlich zu, du züchtest die! o_O)
Und ich hoffe, es sind noch genug Thriller-Elemente drin...
Zur Kontinuität: Alternatives Ending zu 1.8 'The Beginning of the End' – Was, wenn Arthur Morgana und Mordred nicht im Beisein der Wachen entdeckt hätte; hätte er sich anders entscheiden können?
Sometimes you've got to do what you think is right
He had never seen her like this before, eyes dark and wide and full of fear. Usually she was so confident, almost to the point that she scared him (although he'd rather die than admit that). Who else would dare to pick fights with the king? Sometimes he even pondered that she was braver than himself, in her own quirked way. How she offered resistance impressed him (one more thing he'd never say out loud), more so when he didn't seem capable to voice his own doubts. Whatever he said never changed his fathers mind anyway...though that wasn't different with her, only that she fought more. Maybe that made her better in some way. On the other hand, she hadn't all these expectations on her, all the responsibilities of being the prince and the king's only son. And if her remarks had reached anything, they wouldn't be here, right?
These had been lying heavily on his shoulders for the past hours – his responsibilities. The boy was just a child, for god's sake, they should let him go – but it wasn't his choice, so he was searching every room and every damned stable and cabin in Camelot. And now he was standing here, looking at her, and suddenly it was his choice.
He was paralyzed, he wouldn't have been able to alarm the guards if he wanted to. And god knew, he didn't want to. Her gaze was pinning him to the ground, all the while pleading, begging. The boy was looking up to him, this small boy who had caused so much trouble, she was hugging him close to her, like she would rather die than let him go. He didn't really want to find out if she would.
And somehow the moment to reveal her just passed, passed without a word from him. His hand was clutching the drape she had been hiding behind. He drew a somewhat shuddered breath, and could see her eyes wide in fear. Then he pulled the drape back in place and turned around with a sharp movement. „There's no on here.“ To his amazement, his voice didn't betray his feelings. „We need to search the stables, maybe he's hiding there – he's got to hide somewhere.“
He managed not to look back when he left after the guards and closed the door behind him.
She stared after him, for a moment in total disbelief. Then she drew the boy closer. „We're safe, don't worry“, she whispered. There was almost a sob in her voice as relief flooded over here. „Thanks to Arthur...“ She still couldn't quite believe it. Arthur ignored a direct order from the king, giving her the chance to escape...she had seen how much it distressed him that a child should be executed, but still...suddenly she felt like she didn't know him so well after all. Maybe she had a closer friend in him than she had thought.
They slipped out of their hiding place. „I'll get you out of here“, she said, trying to comfort the boy, who looked still scared. She could feel her own fear still in her body, in her rapid heartbeat. Her thoughts were running. Suddenly she remembered that the guards were searching the stables now – she managed to stifle a swear. How was she gonna get to her horse now?
The creak of the opening door made her jump. She expected one of the guards who had become suspicious. But then it was Arthur, who silently stepped in, his finger on his lips. His look was serious, but the lack of anger calmed her a bit.
His gaze went to the boy, as if he was looking for something, probably the reason why they were doing this. She couldn't tell if he was successful at finding one.
„There's a horse waiting behind the blacksmith's shop“, he said in a low voice. „We already looked through that stable, it won't be missed until morning. You better hurry up.“
„Arthur...“ She didn't knew what to say.
„Don't let yourself get caught – again“, he said with a pointed look. „I don't want to regret this.“ He turned to the door.
„Thank you“, she whispered. „Thank you so much.“
He just looked at her over his shoulder, and somehow she knew that he was at a loss of words, too. But the expression on his face said it all. The silent understanding lasted until the door closed. And suddenly, she felt good at the thought that Arthur was the future king of Camelot. A better king.
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Date: 2012-07-08 02:44 pm (UTC)Und ich nehme gerne jedwede Schuld auf mich, und meine Plotbunny-Zucht wächst und gedeiht und ich bin froh zu sehen, wie gut ich dich beeinflussen kann. ♥
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Date: 2012-07-08 04:16 pm (UTC)