Never tell me the odds {Meredith}

[Meredith Emrys-Pendragon]

Meredith stared at him, feeling like she'd been slapped. She didn't know how to react, whether to burst into tears or punch him in the face. There was no response she could give that seemed adequate.
The worst part was that she didn't even know how to feel about it, was she an idiot? Was she just not good enough to hold his attention? Had she ruined it by not being very good? Or was he just an asshole? Was this his fault or hers?

"Fine," she said coldly, trying to hold onto the white hot anger just to stop the tears brimming at her eyes from falling down her cheeks. She slid out of the bed and grabbed her clothes, throwing them on as quickly as she could.

"Oh I'm so sorry you don't feel it worth mentioning," she snapped, her voice wavering but hot with forced sarcasm "maybe I'll tell people." She didn't want to, she didn't want to tell anyone, but she just wanted to push him for some reason, to see how he'd react.

[Mordred Le Fey]

He couldn't help but be glad that she was angry - anger was better, it was easier. He stayed on the end of the bed, turning away again as she got dressed and trying to hold on to his resolve. He'd be fine as long as she didn't cry - but he knew her better than that, this wasn't some bimbo he'd picked up in the bar, this was Meredith. She was the strongest girl he knew, and she wouldn't show weakness, not when he was treating her this badly, when he was making her doubt herself.

You're a cruel bastard... you don't deserve her...

He stood up once she was dressed and made his way to the door, opening it and preparing to walk out when she spoke again. At her threat he spun around, slamming the door shut and blocking it with his body. He towered over her, looking at her threateningly.

"You won't tell anyone." He said quietly, glaring at her. "You know why? Because you know what people say about 'Mordred's girls." He smirked at her, his voice cold and hard while he tried to ignore a pain in his chest that he was pretty sure was his heart breaking.

You've brought this on yourself...

"A couple of glasses of whiskey was all it took, Meredith. What will Arthur say when he hears that? What will Merlin say?" Mordred knew exactly which shots to take. "You'll just be another one of Mordred's easy girls, another one of his cheap one night stands - you know what Tristian says about the girls I bring home? I can show you the messages if you like..."

You don't have to be so cruel...

"You really want that reputation, princess?" He mocked her with the same title he'd been using all day.

[Meredith Emrys-Pendragon]

It was strange how things could change so rapidly without changing much at all, suddenly him looming over her was unnerving and uncomfortable instead of being exciting, suddenly his eyes were too bright, boring into her, cutting her heart into pieces with daggers made of ice.

He was right. She wouldn't tell anyone, couldn't tell anyone, because they would react just like he said. She was just another one of his conquests, a notch on the bed post, a stupid, easy girl who had been lured in by his pretty smile and two glasses of whiskey. Bringing up the alcohol was like another slap, as though that was all it was, as though she hadn't had a crush on him for years, as though she was just a drunk girl he'd picked up in a bar.

She lost her control, the tears that had been threatening spilled over, flooding down her face, but despite that her anger was only burning brighter, white hot and frustrated, with him, with herself, with everything. Without warning her hand shot up and she slapped him full across the face.

"I hate you, Mordred Le Fey. I hate you. Don't ever speak to me again."

She shoved past him and stormed out of the house, practically running by the time she reached the door.

[Mordred Le Fey]

Stay calm... stay calm... stay calm...

He hadn't expected the slap, and his head snapped sideways with the force of it. He stood stunned, his hand on his cheek as she spoke again, trying to regain himself when she pushed pass him and ran down the stairs.

He stood in the bedroom for a moment, trying to compose himself, trying not to let himself feel... anything.

Don't do it... don't do it...

Turning quickly and yanking the door back open, following Meredith down the stairs, he couldn't stop himself throwing one last shot.

"You came looking for me, Meredith. You were the one hanging around outside my class, don't forget that."

[Meredith Emrys-Pendragon]

(godmoding at end allowed by Charly)

She almost skid to a halt as she reached the door, spinning on her heel to stare in disbelief back the way she had come, had he really just said that?
She was still in turmoil over whether she was angrier at him or at herself, but she wasn't about to just let him leave it at that.

"Believe me," she yelled back, voice reaching Arthur-in-full-stride levels (Pendragons were good at projecting) "I am never going to forget that, it's a mistake I won't make again in a hurry."

She turned towards the door again, grabbing the handle and wrenching it open. Unable to stop herself, anger still boiling over, she turned and yelled over her shoulder.

"Fuck you!"

"You just did." Came his mocking reply and she practically snarled, incoherent with rage, but this time she didn't have a response, so to add insult to injury he had the last word.

She slammed the door behind her, and the house fell silent.

[Mordred Le Fey]

As the door slammed shut, Mordred let out the breath he felt like he'd been holding for the last 10 minutes. He wanted to go after her, to apologise, tell he hadn't meant any of it, explain why he'd done it, tell her lov--- tell her he was a jerk and it was all lies.

But he didn't.

Walking to the door, he leant forward, resting his forehead on the cool wood as he tried to calm down. He screwed everything up, he knew it. Nothing was going to be the same now. He turned and leaned his back against the door, his eyes taking in the dark living room; the two empty glasses on the coffee table, the DVD case on the floor by the TV. The remnants of what could have been a perfect afternoon.

Now she was never going to speak to him again - he knew Meredith well enough to know that wasn't an empty threat. He could lose everything. He considered going back upstairs, packing his bags and heading back to Camelot, to his mother who could help him disappear - but no. That would show he cared. He had to keep up this pretense. Keep calm and carry on.

Just so long as Tristian never found out. He couldn't lose both of them.

Suddenly overcome with fury, Mordred walked quickly over to the TV and picked up the DVD case, bringing it down hard over his knee and snapping it in two.

"Fucking Star Wars!"