The door creaks slightly and Merlin sends up a silent prayer it wouldn't warn Gaius of his presence or he would definitely be scolded to return so late at night, much later than he should have. He steps into the attic, he lets out a breath he's been holding when he sees the old man sprawled out on the table, his head resting on a book of magic. Merlin takes a mental note of this, to tease his mentor in the morning about being more careful. Every once in a while it's just nice to be on the other side.
There is a first for everything. This is my first entry on ffnet, my first Merlin story, and my very first drabble. But I think it's be fun. More will be coming. Thank you for taking the time to read, and please comment.