The Boys are Back (Gaston)

[Arthur]

Arthur could not help but agree with the Frenchman, if this place really wanted its unfinished business completed why did it keep them away for so long? Merlin would have an answer, Merlin always had an answer.

It was strange, when Gaston agreed that Trisitan was a good kid it made him feel even happier. Confirmation that his pride in his son was not just that of a parent but because Tristian really was a good kid. Arthur laughed and said, “yes, but then he spends quite a lot of time with Guinevere and when you spend time with Guinevere you have to assume that you’re going to spending time with Lancelot. He’s never too far behind.”

…oh…shit…

“Because he’s her bodyguard,” said Arthur quickly, “so, you know…he goes everywhere with her, cause you know…he needs to guard her body at all time…and…Right, yes! Much better at wingmaning and when I set up a patrol I’ll be sure to call you first…”

[Gaston]

He might have learned to be a decent wingman, but he hadn't learned how not to put his foot in it. As he stumbled through some poor explanation, Gaston's face darkened and he narrowed his eyes, scowling. It wasn't aimed at Arthur, exactly, it was just unfortunate that Arthur happened to be the source of this information that was making him so angry, and was the only person around to direct this anger at. The dead guy didn't count, unfortunately for Arthur.

"Well she doesn't need a bodyguard anymore, she's got me." He said in a low voice that was almost a growl, as he cracked his knuckles by his side. His scowl deepened as Arthur stuck his foot even further in it, with the whole 'guard her body' comment. Reaching out, he grabbed the front of Arthur's shirt and pulled him closer. "You tell that little prick from me, he is not to go anywhere near Gwen's body or anything else of hers anymore. She doesn't need him, and I swear to God I will kill him if he tries anything." He released Arthur and turned away, trying to take a couple of deep breaths to calm down as he rubbed his hand over his face.

It killed him, knowing that Lance had been there for everything he couldn't be, that Lance had been close to her, had been trusted by her and had been the one to keep her safe. That should have been his job, and now he had ten years to catch up on, Lance had a ten year head start and now had parts of Gwen that he would never have. It didn't matter what happened between them now, she could banish Lancelot tomorrow and Gaston would still never be able to get those ten years back. And it was eating him up inside.

He turned back to Arthur, any hint of anger or sadness gone from his expression, and raised an eyebrow. "Alright then. That's settled then. Well, I might just go start making up for all the lost time you mentioned before this patrol." He said with a wink.