Title: The Right Thing
Characters: Arthur, Morgana
Summary: Morgana has a troubling request for Arthur.
Warnings: Reference to past domestic violence
Word Count: 730
Prompt: 402, "Whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no"
Author's note: I have no idea where this came from. Arthur and Morgana just took over like the drama queens they are and threw in a shitload of angst and their weird type of sibling-love.
Arthur glanced up from the textbook he was studying when his sister entered his room without knocking, as usual. She had a tiny smile on her face, which never boded well for him. “Whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is no.”
“Oh, come on, Wart, you haven’t even heard what I was going to say.” Morgana sat on the edge of his bed, her impish expression at odds with the nervous way she was playing with the hem of her sweater.
“Will I get in trouble if I help you?”
She took a quick breath. “Probably.”
“Then why should I?”
Morgana reached into her pocket and pulled out a little plastic stick. “Because I need someone to drive me to meet Cenred to discuss this. Someone big enough to make him too nervous to hit me when he sees it.”
Arthur laid his book on the bed and took the testing stick from her hand. Positive. “Do you really want him in your life? In the baby’s life?”
“No, but he’s the father. He should know.”
“Why? We have enough money to make sure my niece or nephew is taken care of. And he’s an abusive bastard you were lucky enough to get away from the last time he beat the shit out of you.”
Morgana cast her eyes to the floor. “It’s what’s right, isn’t it?”
Arthur reached out and took her hand from where it had been crumpling the sweater. “No. What’s right is that we will take care of our own.”
“Wanted to have Cenred placed into the deepest, darkest hole he could find, but you wouldn’t press charges. Gaius was the one who talked him down from going after the prick himself. Somehow Merlin and Gwen managed to get the rest of us to calm down. Still not sure how.” Arthur snorted.
“We’re not going to go into the fact that Cenred has now gotten at least five speeding tickets in the last month thanks to Uncle Ector and Kay stopping him every time he roars through town. Merlin reckons he’s down about £600 by now and is close to losing his license. Uncle Lot told me Cenred’s having weird ‘supply problems’ for his bar. Of course, he does get his food from Elena and Mithian’s families’ farms, and his alcohol from Will’s dad.”
Morgana covered her mouth and tried to stop the laugh that started when she heard that. “I didn’t know that. No one told me.”
Arthur shrugged. “You wouldn’t let us beat him to a bloody pulp even after he’d done it to you, so we had to find some way of punishing him.”
“So I’m to just let him avoid his responsibilities to this child?”
“Look at it this way, if he had something to do with the baby, he’d want to visit, right? Maybe take the sprog for a day on occasion? What’s to stop him from hurting the baby?” Arthur’s face turned grim. “Hurting you was unacceptable. Hurting someone who had absolutely no chance of defending themselves from him? Well, Uncle Ector would be arresting me for murder.”
Morgana’s eyes teared up and she deflated like a balloon. Arthur pulled her head onto his shoulder and let his sister cry. It had been building for a long time, so Arthur’s shirt was fairly well soaked by the time her sobs softened into wet hiccups. He reached over and pulled a tissue from the box on his nightstand. “Here. Wipe some of that snot before you completely soak my shirt with it.”
Morgana gave a watery laugh and blew her nose. “Get used to it. I’m pregnant and going to be hormonal as all get out for a while.”
“Oh, dear gods.”
“And I’ll need someone to help me with diaper changes and baby spit-up-”
“Stop!” Arthur put his hands over his ears and started humming. “Mmmmm. Not listening. Mmmmm.”
He grinned as Morgana laughed even harder and reached to pull his hands down. “You’re the best little brother a girl could have, you know that? And I never said that. It’s the baby talking.”
“I’ll remind you of that when it suits me. For now, do you want me there when you tell Father?”
Morgana nodded and whispered, “Yeah. Thanks, Arthur.”
“You’re welcome. Just let me change my shirt. This one is disgusting now.”
“Diapers. Baby puke”