InsaneJournal

WHO: Morgana and CREZIES!Gwaine!
WHEN: A little more than thirty minutes after this
WHAT: Morgana has a nightmare. Finds brain-sucked Gwaine.
WHERE: Side-walk!
STATUS: complete/narrative.
RATINGS: PG-13.

The situation was startlingly, disturbingly, familiar. Here she was again - not a year later - running through the night because a vision told her that she needed to save Gwaine. It would have been an exact deja vu if not for a few key matters. There were no death balls filling the air. Morgana wasn’t certain if that made the situation easier or more dangerous. There had not been a little girl in this nightmare. No adorable little girl with fearful eyes that she would find out ended up dying days later by the hands of the very things Morgana had saved her from. She was grateful for that. There was the fact that - the most important one - this time making it there with time to spare mattered. Not that it hadn’t mattered before. Morgana had risked and lost her life in order to save Gwaine and that little girl. She wasn’t one to sit around and do nothing when she could help. And despite Gwaine’s previous, and perhaps rightful, distrust of her she had gone to save him.

Gwaine didn’t distrust her anymore. In fact, far from it now and now they were friends. Good friends. The one friend from her world where she hadn’t felt ill at ease around the past month and then some. What kept this from being exactly like last time was the fact that Gwaine mattered. Morgana would never forgive herself if she was too late in saving him. Yes, the only thing that didn’t matter in this situation was rationality.

Morgana ran and took a cab and ran some more. For all that she was coming to, had accepted, magic as a part of herself. For all that it was coming to be second nature. It still wasn’t. She still wasn’t very good at it. Certainly not by her own opinion and she was only most powerful when she lost control - which were two things that terrified her. Her teleportation through magic was poor. It took much too much effort. She was only good at it from some place else to her apartment. To say that this frustrated Morgana was a gross understatement. Running wasted time.

Running caused her to arrive too late. Running and late night traffic.

Morgana stood there, taking a sharp and shaky breath that did nothing to stop the ache in her chest, and took him in. She was shaking slightly, fine tremors that she would likely never notice unless someone pointed them out, and her eyes filled with hot tears. She did notice those because Morgana was all about control - except for moments where she ran out of her apartment in her nightgown to save people - and she hated to cry. It was difficult not to cry as she watched him pull at his hair, as if trying to rip something out from inside of him. Gwaine would never rip at his hair if he had been in his right mind. If there ever was a man who took good care of his long flowing locks … Her breathing hitched. She used to tease him quite often about it.

She couldn’t bare to see him like this.
When Uther had been driven mad because of because of magic that Morgause had done (the time in Colligo, not what would happen in Camelot), Morgana had gone with Arthur to help. But weakness had taken over her. As much as she hated the man, disliked and despised him for what he had done, how he had allowed things to deteriorate between them, how he allowed her to pull away without making the effort to fight - as much as all that had filled her heart, the same heart managed to break as she saw him cower, less of the strong, seemingly invincible man she had wondered at as a child. Had pushed against as an adult. It had hurt.

None of that pain even came close to steeling her against what she was seeing right now. Morgana pushed herself forward, swallowing, and cautious. “Gwaine?” Somehow her voice managed to stay steady. “Gwaine.”

For a moment Morgana was uncertain that he would look at her. When he did, the look in his eyes made her want to back away. She wanted to turn around, and just fetch Merlin or Leon to deal with him. But she didn’t. Because she refused to run from anyone and because he had never turned his back on her. Never even considered it. When near everyone else had.

She forced a smile up from somewhere. One that she managed to stretch when he muttered her name. “Yes, it’s me I -” Her words stopped and her breath caught when he brushed a hand under her eyes, as if to wipe her tears. He missed by a mile but the effort was appreciated.

Morgana sat next to him and without thinking, pulled him into her, the way Gwen used to when she had nightmares. He stiffened before hugging her back as tightly, muttering nearly incoherently. His strength was crushing to her thin frame but she didn’t flinch. “I’m here now. You’re all right. I promise. I’ll take care of you. I promise.” She rocked him as he whined, continuously muttering. “That’s what friends do, remember? You said that to me once.”

She had to bite her bottom lip to choke back a sob, but holding him against her tightly, and with that she moved them to her apartment.