Hey all! This is my first Merlin Fic, and hopefully it will turn out good. The inspiration for this story came from merlin S1E8
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MERLIN, THE BBC DOES. (although i wish i owned Arthur... *drools*)
Merlin was sitting in his chambers, thinking about everything that had happened over the last week. Ever since he had rescued that druid boy, everything had gone downhill for him. But everything that had happened with the boy had affected Morgana the most. Gwen had told him that she had never seen anyone affect Morgana like that before, and that, along with the dragon's warning, had put Merlin on edge. He had made up his mind that he would not rescue the boy, but in the end, when the boy had spoke to him through his mind, and told him that they were alike, he had snapped, and in the spur of the moment, he had decided to rescue the boy, damn the consequences. He hadn't even thought of them until now. Arthur had come back, and as soon as Merlin had seen him, what he had done hit Merlin and he turned and ran away, because he couldn't face the fact that he had doomed Arthur to what was an untimely death, whether it be tomorrow or 40 years from now. Merlin had then locked himself in his little room, not even coming out to eat, or even whn Gaius had tried to coax him out. Arthur himself had come by twice to try and get Merlin to come out, he even tried threatening Merlin, but nothing worked. He just could not face Arthur, because he knew if he did, then everything would come crumbling down, and he would end up revealing things he should not, so he stayed locked in his room.
After another week locked in his room, Merlin was starting to waste away. Gaius, Arthur, Gwen and even Morgana were worried about him. Eventually, Arthur decided enough was enough. He went to the armoury and got the biggest axe he could find there, and went to Gaius' chambers. He had made it his mission to get into Merlin's room and find out what was up with him. He barged into Gaius' chambers, and it was lucky the old man wasn't there, because he would have scared the old man half to death. Arthur stormed up to where Merlin's room was, and started hacking at it with the axe. It only took 3 swings for the door to fall off it's hinges. It fell into Merlin's room with a thundering crash. Merlin, who was huddled on his bed, jumped about 5 feet in the air when he heard the door crash. He had been so lost in his thoughts he hadn't heard Arthur storm into the room or start hacking at the door to his room.
Arthur's eyes flicked to the bed, and as soon as they saw Merlin, he filled with pity. Merlin's normally lithe frame was even skinnier. He hadn't eaten in two weeks, and he was literally skin and bones. Merlin's eyes were hollow, and empty. He was curled up in a ball on his bed, and was still in the clothes that Arthur had last seen him in, and he looked like he hadnt slept in the last two weeks. Arthur had never seen anything so pitiable in his life. He walked over to Merlin, and picked him up, and sat down, pulling Merlin into his lap, and put his arms around the young warlock, something he would never do for anyone, but Merlin just looked so pitiable he had to. At this moment, Arthur thought of the times that his father had the opportunity to do this for him, and never had.
Even though Merlin was weak, he still tried his hardest to pull away from Arthur's embrace, muttering all the while. Eventually Merlin stopped struggling to get out of Arthur's arms, but continued to mutter. After a while, Arthur pulled him in closer to his chest, cradling the young warlock, offering what comfort he could. As he pulled Merlin in close to him, he heard what the boy was muttering. It was "the boy, he'll be the one to kill you." Merlin was muttering this over and over. Arthur was confused, but he still kept Merlin on his lap, rocking him gently like an infant until the young warlock fell asleep in Arthur's lap.
Yes, i promise, smut will be present at some point in this story. this is only the beginning...
R&R!!!