My first ever collection of one-shots, each dedicated to plugging up the plotholes we all love so much. I have a lot of plans (some humorous, others not-so-much, and all of varying lengths), but if there are any plotholes you want me to tackle, please let me know.
Chapter one- Why does Merlin leave the magic poultice under Tom's pillow?
Practicalities of poultices
Merlin hovered outside of the small, wooden house, smiling contentedly at the view through the window. Just inside, Gwen knelt beside where her father sat in his bed- pure, unbridled joy on both of their faces as they marvelled at his sudden recovery from the plague which held the fear-stricken city in it's grasp.
Still beaming inside, the young Warlock left the two to their celebrations. It didn't prove too hard for him to avoid the patrols and, almost before he knew it, he was back in his bed in the chambers he shared with Gaius.
The next day had been going as well for him as he could expect, considering that they had still been unable to find out what was causing the disease. He was walking through one of the castle corridors when a huge commotion sounded somewhere behind him. Turning around, he dove into the adjoining corridor, only to find himself watching with horror as Gwen was dragged, begging for mercy, down the hall- no doubt towards the throne room. Where Uther would be waiting for her. He was just moving forward to do...something... when Gaius emerged from yet another aisle to hold him back.
His mind was completely blank of all but the events he had concluded which must have led up to this incident. They thought Gwen was a Witch. Which meant that they must have found the healing poultice he had left under her father's pillow. Merlin could have cursed his bad fortune. The poultice had to be left for at least eight hours in order to ensure the illness didn't return- he had been on his way to fetch it when he had heard Gwen's cries. If only that prat Arthur could have waited just one more hour before conducting his search of the Blacksmith's house, the poultice would have been gone. Tom would still have been healed, and Gwen would have been safe from suspicion.
If only the search had been an hour later, things would have turned out so differently...