You're having my baby {Meredith}

[Meredith Emrys-Pendragon]

Meredith hadn't quite gotten over her shock by the time Mordred spoke, and within a few seconds she was soaked through, clothes plastered close to her body and hair in bedraggled waves around her shoulders, she shook her head at Mordred's question, unable to answer for a moment, and shrugged helplessly.

"I don't know," she said eventually, struggling to hear herself over the pattering of the sprinklers and the blare of the fire alarm "I'm just... my magic's been a little haywire lately, that's all, it's just a little hard to control sometimes. We should... we should get out of here, we can talk about this another time, when we've both had time to get things sorted in our heads?"

[Mordred Le Fey]

He wanted to stay, he wanted to help her, figure out what was going on with her - if she was struggling to control her magic that probably wasn't a good sign. Mordred had magic, he understood - he'd had periods of struggling to control it, although he'd been younger and his mother had come down on him hard, forcing him to work until he had it completely under control.

But it didn't sound like she wanted his help. He dropped his hand to his side, the water still pouring down on them and looked at her for a moment. She didn't want him there. Maybe she didn't want him at all. He took a step back from her the fire alarm starting to make his ears ring.

"Fine. Another time, right." He sighed, rubbing some water from his eyes. "I get it. You... you know where to find me, I guess."

Turning away, he left the room without another word, letting the door close behind him as he walked away, soaked to the skin and ignoring the stares of the dry people he passed.

[Meredith Emrys-Pendragon]

"I..." Meredith wanted to try and say something, she was sorry, or please stay, or help me figure out what's happening to me, because honestly she didn't really know and she had no idea who to turn to - there was her father, of course, but she didn't know how much she would have to tell him, if in order to figure out what was going on with her she'd have to come clean about everything, and gods only knew how that would end.

"I'll talk to you, soon," she eventually said instead, her tone firm, she wanted it to sound like a promise. They needed to figure this out, they just couldn't keep up playing these games with each other and screwing things up between them, they had to fix this.

A few seconds after he'd left the sprinkler finally stopped, and she flopped down on the bed with a squelch, every inch of her and her room soaked through. She'd dry it off with magic in a moment, but for now she just wanted to lie here and try to figure out what the hell she was doing.

-fin-