A/N: Hey! So, this will not be updated all the time and will be sporadic, if updated at all. Why? Well, as if I haven't said it enough, November is bone-crushingly busy this year. This story is basically ficlets of things I thought should have happened, or thought were going to happen, or I just thought it would be funny if it had happened. Expect most to be humorous, and quite a few to be OOC. But all in good fun. And I like reviews. That is all.

Warnings: crack sometimes, OOCness sometimes, and other such stuff.

Warnings for this one: Arwen, so if you are a hardcore Merthur fan… Then how the heck did you end up in one of my stories?

This one is entitled:

4.05: Because if I had a Million Dollars for Every Time Arthur Made a Good Apology, I'd be Working a Second Job to Support Myself

"Does that answer your question?"

Gwen paused to think for a moment before she pushed Arthur a little roughly away from herself, feeling a bit of indignation. "No," she said, her eyes leaving the floor and locking on his. "No, it doesn't."

Arthur blinked his baby blue eyes in complete confusion.

Gwen rolled her dark ones. "Arthur," she said slowly. "You completely broke my heart earlier, and now you think you don't even have to properly apologize? And for your information, kissing me into a tizzy will not work to solve every problem we have in the future. Good day, Sire."

She turned and started to walk away.

"Guinevere!" Arthur called after her, horror in his voice, but she wasn't going to give him a chance to stare her down.

Arthur could have let her go then, and perhaps apologized later. But if there was one thing he'd learned in the past few days, it was that pride could start and lose wars, and a bit of humility could bring peace.

So he took a few steps forward and took her arm. "Guinevere, wait."

She stopped and turned around reluctantly, and to her complete surprise she found him down on one knee in front of her, his face hopeful.

"I made a mistake," he said. "I hurt you, and I am sorry for it. But Guinevere, I don't want to risk losing you again—I want you to know I'll always be yours."

It hurt him to say the vulnerable words, but she was worth it. And then he looked at the way her eyes had begun to shine as she anticipated his next question, and for once in his life Arthur knew he'd said the right thing.