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solarbaby614) wrote2009-03-12 09:51 pm
solarbaby614) wrote2009-03-12 09:51 pm
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Since Before (5/8)
Title: Since Before (5/8)
Author: Solarbaby
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Merlin is not mine.
Words: 648
Summary: Slash. Merlin has been Arthur’s since day one.
Spoilers/Warnings: Kissing?
Notes: None really. But this one is longer than I had originally expected it to be.
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A sixteen year-old Arthur stumbled down the hallway, one hand grasping at the stone walls and the other pressing against the wound on his stomach. The world around him spun and he leaned against the wall, suddenly really dizzy. But somehow he managed to make it Gaius without anyone seeing him.
He threw open the door and fell to his knees to the ground. There was a yell and a set of arms wrapped around him. Arthur looked up into Merlin’s blue eyes and offered a weak grin. All he got in reply was a panicked look and a yell for ‘Gaius!’.
The next thing Arthur knew he was laying down on a table with Gaius checking over the wound and Merlin scrambling around for supplies. He was starting to feel woozy again and the physician was telling him to stay awake. A hand slipped through his and gave it a squeeze and he turned to see Merlin trying to give him a reassuring look. Unfortunately it looked for fearful than anything.
It was then that he realized just how bad the prognosis had to be.
Black began to dance around the edge of his vision and it was getting harder and harder to breath. There was a panicked yell of ‘no!’ and the hand wrapped around his own gripped tighter. The last thing he saw when before his world when black was Merlin’s eyes flash gold.
When Arthur woke up he had to admit it was a pleasant surprise. He blinked and glanced around, realizing that he was no longer laying on that wooden table but was instead in his own bed. A groan escaped him as he sat up and his hand automatically went to the wound on his chest.
Except it was gone.
He froze momentarily before he shoved up his shirt to see unblemished skin. His fingers brushed over the carefully, thinking-- knowing that he had to be hallucinating. But he wasn’t. There was nothing there, not even a scar. Could he have dreamt it? Arthur’s head jerked up when he heard his door open and a familiar mop of black hair.
“Oh,” Merlin stopped when he saw him and the door closed behind him with a ‘snikt’, “you’re awake.”
Arthur grinned at his friend as he stretched out on the bed. Of course, it had been a dream. Merlin’s eyes had glowed gold for god’s sake. “Yeah, I…” he trailed off as he caught sight on a familiar shirt laying on the floor, with a dark crimson spot on it. Arthur was off the bed in a moment and right in front of Merlin, causing him to jerk backwards and hit the wall. “It wasn’t a dream was it?”
“Well, uh…” Merlin replied, obviously flustered. “No.”
“You’re a sorcerer.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes.” Merlin barely had time to blink before Arthur had him pinned to the wall. “Arthur, wha…” He was cut off as the prince wrapped a hand around his head and crushed their mouths together. Merlin squirmed in his hold but Arthur just tightened his grip, not giving him any leeway.
Arthur pulled back, forcing Merlin to look at him. “Don’t you ever lie to me again!” Merlin just nodded, a slightly fearful look on his face. It gave him pause as he realized that Merlin was afraid of him. Merlin had never been scared on him before and he didn’t like it. Not one bit.
He loosened his hold on the sorcerer and wrapped his arms around him. Merlin froze in his arms before gradually relaxing into the hold. “Just… trust me, okay? You don’t have to worry. I’ll keep you safe.”
His friend was a sorcerer. It didn’t matter. This was the same Merlin that he had grown up with, played with, spent his free time with.
Merlin may have been a sorcerer. But he was Arthur’s sorcerer.
Author: Solarbaby
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Merlin is not mine.
Words: 648
Summary: Slash. Merlin has been Arthur’s since day one.
Spoilers/Warnings: Kissing?
Notes: None really. But this one is longer than I had originally expected it to be.
oOoOoOoOoOoOo
A sixteen year-old Arthur stumbled down the hallway, one hand grasping at the stone walls and the other pressing against the wound on his stomach. The world around him spun and he leaned against the wall, suddenly really dizzy. But somehow he managed to make it Gaius without anyone seeing him.
He threw open the door and fell to his knees to the ground. There was a yell and a set of arms wrapped around him. Arthur looked up into Merlin’s blue eyes and offered a weak grin. All he got in reply was a panicked look and a yell for ‘Gaius!’.
The next thing Arthur knew he was laying down on a table with Gaius checking over the wound and Merlin scrambling around for supplies. He was starting to feel woozy again and the physician was telling him to stay awake. A hand slipped through his and gave it a squeeze and he turned to see Merlin trying to give him a reassuring look. Unfortunately it looked for fearful than anything.
It was then that he realized just how bad the prognosis had to be.
Black began to dance around the edge of his vision and it was getting harder and harder to breath. There was a panicked yell of ‘no!’ and the hand wrapped around his own gripped tighter. The last thing he saw when before his world when black was Merlin’s eyes flash gold.
When Arthur woke up he had to admit it was a pleasant surprise. He blinked and glanced around, realizing that he was no longer laying on that wooden table but was instead in his own bed. A groan escaped him as he sat up and his hand automatically went to the wound on his chest.
Except it was gone.
He froze momentarily before he shoved up his shirt to see unblemished skin. His fingers brushed over the carefully, thinking-- knowing that he had to be hallucinating. But he wasn’t. There was nothing there, not even a scar. Could he have dreamt it? Arthur’s head jerked up when he heard his door open and a familiar mop of black hair.
“Oh,” Merlin stopped when he saw him and the door closed behind him with a ‘snikt’, “you’re awake.”
Arthur grinned at his friend as he stretched out on the bed. Of course, it had been a dream. Merlin’s eyes had glowed gold for god’s sake. “Yeah, I…” he trailed off as he caught sight on a familiar shirt laying on the floor, with a dark crimson spot on it. Arthur was off the bed in a moment and right in front of Merlin, causing him to jerk backwards and hit the wall. “It wasn’t a dream was it?”
“Well, uh…” Merlin replied, obviously flustered. “No.”
“You’re a sorcerer.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes.” Merlin barely had time to blink before Arthur had him pinned to the wall. “Arthur, wha…” He was cut off as the prince wrapped a hand around his head and crushed their mouths together. Merlin squirmed in his hold but Arthur just tightened his grip, not giving him any leeway.
Arthur pulled back, forcing Merlin to look at him. “Don’t you ever lie to me again!” Merlin just nodded, a slightly fearful look on his face. It gave him pause as he realized that Merlin was afraid of him. Merlin had never been scared on him before and he didn’t like it. Not one bit.
He loosened his hold on the sorcerer and wrapped his arms around him. Merlin froze in his arms before gradually relaxing into the hold. “Just… trust me, okay? You don’t have to worry. I’ll keep you safe.”
His friend was a sorcerer. It didn’t matter. This was the same Merlin that he had grown up with, played with, spent his free time with.
Merlin may have been a sorcerer. But he was Arthur’s sorcerer.