Night had fallen a long time ago and this time I was in bed, sleeping.

I wasn't in a bar, I wasn't with Gwaine and I was most certainly not cuddling with him in his room.

All of that being a lie, of course, since I was definitely doing all of the previous things.

"The sun is coming up," he mumbled against my head, his statement backed by the rays of sunlight streaming through the mostly-covered window.

I groaned and buried my head into his bare shoulder.

"But I don't want to get up" I whined. It was the only time one would ever hear me whining.

Gwaine's deep chuckle shook through my bones, making a small smile curl up my lips.

"What about this friend of yours? Won't he be worried?" he mocked, but his arms tightened around my waist, signaling his thoughts on my friend.

I giggled a bit.

"Nah, he'll be all worried over his new friend Lancelot, which he hasn't met yet. I think," I said, stifling a yawn.

"hmm... How would you know that he's going to meet this Lancelot fellow if he hasn't yet?" he asked.

I shifted our position so that I was straddling him, leaning forward on my elbows so that my forehead was pressed against his.

"Promise not to tell?" I breathed, ghosting a kiss on his slightly parted lips.

"Promise," he agreed, his hands gripping my cotton-covered hips. I was wearing tight cotton booty-shorts that I had made myself, a modified pair of Merlin's trousers. I'd made a loose tank top, modified from a cotton shirt, to match it.

I leaned in closer, my chest brushing against his, to whisper in his ear.

"Magick,"

I hadn't anticipated the reaction I got. Then again, I hadn't really anticipated any reaction on his part, it had been a spur-of-the-moment admission.

He sat up abruptly, practically sending me sprawling backwards if it wasn't for his hands on my hips keeping me on his lap. His eyes were wide with shock.

"If the king finds out-" I cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips.

"I know. But I can't control this, I never asked for it. I was just born this way," I said, playing off the Time Lord thing again.

"What do you mean?" Gwaine asked. I smiled lightly, putting a world of loneliness in my eyes like I've seen with Christopher Eccleston, David Tennant, Matt Smith, and all other Doctors. The eternal loneliness of being the last of the Time Lords.

"I'm a Time Lord, Gwaine. I see the strands of time, what has happened, what will happen, what can happen and what never should. All the possibilities and complexities of time, I can see them all. I had a machine, a while back, that allowed me to travel through time and explore far-off lands and times. Distant planets and parallel universes. It's called a TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. But I lost it before I fell through a crack in time. It's called a Rift," I explained the lie easily, having already told it to Merlin and Gaius before.

Gwaine took a moment to take it all in.

"Okay. I can live with that," he said simply, an answer I wasn't expecting, before leaning forward to catch my lips in a kiss.

One I couldn't help but smile into.

The beast was slain, Gwen fell in love with Lancelot and vice versa, Lancelot got booted from the knights because he rivals Arthur in prettiness. Uther's a prat, been there, done that.

All was returning to normal within the castle, and everyone was pining after someone out of their reach for a change.

I wondered briefly if I should set Morgana up with someone. Maybe it would keep her from going evil? That would be brilliant.

I went to see Merlin, smiling brightly. Maybe Merlin, Arthur and Lancelot could have a brief threesome or something because I knew that in the legends, Lancelet was pretty much as smitten with Arthur as he was with Gwen, though back then it was 'frowned upon' for a man to be with another man, unfortunately.

I would have to make sure to change that.

So perhaps I could offer them a quick hook-up before Lancelot and Guinevere get married.

I was wandering through the halls of the castle, thinking and plotting as I went, when Gwen blustered past with a bouquet of white flowers.

They seemed a bit familiar, but I couldn't recall where I knew them from.

"Hey, who are those for?" I asked with a laugh in my voice.

"The Lady Morgana!" Gwen answered, making my eyebrows raise. I nodded a bit to myself.

"Nice, very nice," maybe I wouldn't have to work too hard to find a suitable suitor for her after all...

Night fell and I returned to Merlin's quarters swiftly.

"Merlin! You'll never guess what I saw today!" I called in a sing-song voice.

"What did you see?" he asked, looking up from his plate of food with a bright smile.

I grinned wolfishly at him and scooped up a piece of the chicken he was eating. He didn't even call me out on it, signaling that this was a happy day indeed.

"The future," I mock-whispered in his ear with a dramatic flair.

"Whose? Come on, give me a bit more than that!" he chuckled. I rolled my eyes with a smile.

"Why, it was Morgana's. She has a potential suitor~" my voice had taken on a lilting tune again as I twirled around and giggled.

"Really?" he asked, sounding interested.

"Yep!" I exclaimed, serving myself a plate of food.

A healthy dose of chatter accompanied the meal, even when Gaius joined us after having taken care of his patient.

After supper, Merlin left to tend to his beloved Arthur (tee hee) while I chatted some more with Gaius.

"So you're a Time Lord," he stated, looking a bit sour.

"Yep," I responded cheerily.

"How come I have never heard of your kind? And if you are a Lord, then why are you a woman?" he asked, leaning forward a bit and hushing his voice.

I pursed my lips, trying to think of a) what the Doctor would do and b) what I could alter from his reaction to make it seem more like my own.

I figured he'd try to completely skip over the part over his entire race being dead, which is why Gaius wouldn't have heard of him. Never mind the fact that it's sci-fi and pure fiction (I think).

"I'm technically neither man nor woman, yet both and only one at a time," I figured I could start with regeneration.

Gaius gave me a confused look, like I knew he would, so I elaborated.

"You see, my kind, we have a way of cheating Death. When we are on the verge of dying, we can do this thing, it's called regenerating. It restarts all of the atoms in my body, making me someone completely different though I keep my memories and my past and the basic thing that make me... Well, me. But I get a whole new body, which may be either man or woman or neither for all I know. A whole new look, new voice, new personality, new everything. And 'Time Lord' isn't a title, I don't have a special standing because of it or anything. It's a species, a race," I explained. The physician nodded thoughtfully.

"Still, it sounds pretty important. You have yet to tell me why I have never heard of your 'race' as you call it."

I groaned and leaned back, running a hand down my face for theatrics.

"I don't particularly like to talk about it, that's why," I grumbled, but continued at his raised eyebrow. It was going just as planned.

"You haven't heard of us because there is no us," I hissed, "just me. I'm the last of my species, the rest were eliminated in a war while I was off gallivanting, completely unaware of the horror that befell my people. Happy now?" I growled out the last sentence and stood up harshly, sending my chair flying backwards.

"I'm going to bed," I said theatrically, storming off to my room. The conversation had gone quite well, actually, I had been able to put some depth to my character in the eyes of the most skeptic man that knew my character's secret.

It made me look more real in his eyes, and that's just what I wanted.

The following morning, I made my way to Morgana's chambers to discuss the matter of her possible suitor, when I noticed the great commotion.

"What's going on?" I asked a guard.

"The Lady Morgana has fallen ill," he answered. My eyes widened as I suddenly recalled where I had seen those flowers before. It had been on my television screen, and then on my computer screen when I rewatched the episode.

A Remedy To Cure All Ills.

Son of a bitch.