Pairing/s: Gwaine/Lancelot, anything else is lightly implied
Character/s: Gwaine, Lancelot, little mentions of Morgana, Elaine (OC), Arthur, Merlin, Percival, Elyan, Gwen
Summary: It's the early seventies and the police regularly raid bars and clubs thought to tolerate overt homosexual behaviour
Warnings: Homophobia, violence
Word Count: 540
Author's Notes: I've been fascinated by life in this era since that little line they sneaked into Vicious - 'makes a change from when the vans came to round us up' (terribly paraphrased). So I guess that's where this little (awful) thing comes from.
There’s a scream from the front of the club. A voice, a beat after, male.
Gwaine pushes Lancelot away abruptly, Lance’s fingers tugging painfully at his hair as Gwaine extricates himself from Lance’s arms.
“Get out,” he growls, “Get to the back exit and get the girls and the kids out.”
Lance wants to protest. He wants to stand by Gwaine, fight by him if it comes to that. But he sees the wisdom in Gwaine’s words. Lance wants to kiss him before he leaves, before Gwaine undoubtedly spends the night in a cell, but there’s no time. All Lance can do is run, grabbing the weaker of the dancers; the secretaries, the only-just eighteen kids on their first time out. He forces the back door open with his shoulder, breaking the lock, and stands to hold it open, waving people out.
Gwaine runs for the front of the club, shoving people towards Lancelot. He catches Gwen and sends her back, watches Morgana arguing with Elaine; Morgana resorting to her magic to physically push Elaine towards the back of the room. Elaine’s face clouds, and Gwaine knows she and Morgana will fight later, but for now he’s glad she’s safe and out of the way. Something glows in Morgana’s hand, and together they push their way to the front of the club.
Arthur, Merlin, Leon, Elyan and Percival are already there. It’s strangely calm at the front of the crowd; a line of police against a line of dancers. They’re waiting for something, some cue to move.
“You are under arrest for suspected homosexual behaviour.”
The voice is loud and distorted, through a megaphone. The police advance. They have magic users, too, and together Merlin and Morgana throw up a shield. Arthur shouts, and the rest follow him, charging at the line of policemen.
But the police have power behind them. It’s inevitable that they would win, that Gwaine is dragged off into the back of a van with bruises blossoming over his face, his arms, his chest, a sharp pain at the base of his ribs. But he can think nothing of them if Lance got away, if he got the rest of them away.
Gwaine thinks of Lance, and tries to harden his heart. He’s in love, he knows that, but it will never work. Not now, at least. Not with all the ignorance. Not with all the world against them, making it impossible.
The police are waiting for them all as Lance guides them outside. It’s a narrow alley, and there’s nowhere to go, nowhere to run. Elaine gets her fight, digging a stiletto into one of the policemen’s groins. Gwen throws a punch at another, but it lands badly, and she too is dragged into the back of a van.
Lance doesn’t even put up a fight when it comes to it. He knows that struggling will get him nowhere. He’s got a responsibility, now, for all the others. He knows how to get out clean, and it won’t help the kids if he’s out cold. He walks into the back of the van and sits calmly, all the anger gone out of him. It’s of no use. They won’t change anything. It’s impossible.