Author's Note: Can I first just say a mahoosive thank you to everyone that's commented and favourited? I can't tell you how overwhelmed I am that so many people like what I do. It makes writing so much more enjoyable knowing others are also enjoying it :D
Back on topic, I found this fic I started writing a while ago on one of the old computers and thought I may as well post in, hoping to get some sort of inspiration to continue with it from you guys.
I'll let you make your own opinions, so merely enjoy.
p.s in case anyone cares, the title of this fic is from Never Say Never by The Fray - gorgeous song btw. :)
Disclaimer - as much as I'd love to own Bradley James or Colin Morgan, alas, I merely own a computer and overactive imagination *wistful sigh* :(
Never Say Never
Prologue
Don't let me go,
Don't let me go...
Rain fell in rivulets from the sky; unforgiving and harsh in their temperament, they pounded relentlessly.
Currently under siege, kneeling in the middle of the cobbled street, was a man with a look in his eyes too serious to be called a boy despite his youthful appearance. His broad shoulders shook with every breath in a way that appeared to be from the cold, but was down to the complete despair that wracked his body.
A boy, dark haired and almost comical looking in comparison to the man hovering above him, lay still as a large hand, more suited to wielding a sword, gently caressed his cheek.
"Merlin." The name, like a prayer, fell from his lips.
Silence.
The boy remained immobile.
As if this lack of response had confirmed what he already knew, and as though his body could no longer bear the weight of his grief, he collapsed his head onto the boy's chest, hands clinging tightly to him as though he was the lifejacket keeping him from sinking.
"Merlin." He repeated, voice cracking, the undertone of agony resounding strong "Don't leave me. You can't leave me." Shaking the fragile body within his hands, it wasn't until a voice broke him out of his reverie, he realised how much force he'd been using.
"Sire, you have to hurry!" A face, vaguely familiar but at this point unimportant, blurred into his vision.
He could feel the weight of Merlin within his arms, no longer a comfort.
"Sire!" The voice repeated placing a hand on Arthur's shoulder until he felt he was suffocating under the grasp.
"WHAT?" Arthur shoved the hand aside, gripping tighter to Merlin as if he might protect him from his newfound vulnerabilities.
"They're coming." The voice broke on the last word, leaving them again in silence.
"I don't care." The prince replied quietly, a contrast to his earlier exclamation, uncaring of the sound of horses approaching.
"They're coming Arthur. They'll show no mercy this time." Arthur laughed, a mocking a cruel sound, not even an echo remained of his past self.
"Let them come," His gaze fell upon the boy within his arms "I am no longer afraid." Taking Merlin's fragile face within his large hands, he placed a final kiss upon his lips, savoring the warmth that still lingered there.
Wiping a tear drop that landed on his face, he stood.
"But sire-" Wielding his sword, thunder in his eyes, he turned to face the coming troupes and prepared for vengeance.
"Leave me!" The servant, wide eyed, looked back and forth between the two as if trying to decide which more of a danger was.
When Arthur heard rapid footfalls behind him, he knew he'd decided.
Taking one last look at Merlin for courage, he whispered the words he'd never been brave enough to say "I love you."
The rain continued to fall.
A.N: Sorry, the next part is longer! :D
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