Lost Tears

Disclaimer: sadly, I do NOT own Merlin. :,( it's truly terrible that I don't though...

A boy was pulled away from his mother, his screams echoed out as his pale hand reached forward, trying to grasp his mother. Screams in another language shouted out holding the boy, with now golden eyes. But the young seven year old, and his mother both understood the shouts.
"MAHAD! HE'S TOO POWERFUL! ABORT!" twenty men pulled at the raven haired boy as he reached for his Burnett mother. He pulled from the men's grasps and grabbed his mothers pale hand.
"MAMA!" the women smiled as a man put a gun to her head. Tears cascaded down her face.
"mo pháiste(1), it'll be okay. Look at me grá(2), everything is going to be fine." her thick Irish accent was defined with her sobbing.
"Just remember grá, sometimes the bravest people aren't the big guys with flashy equipment, sometimes it's the little guys." she took the child's head into her hands and placed soft butterfly kisses to his forehead.
"Is breá liom tú(3)." and with that she pulled back staring at her child.
BANG!
A warm liquid splattered itself on the blue eyed boy's face. His mother's blue eyes rolled back and she fell limp to the ground, red water leaked out from her head. The boy's eyes widened and reached up to wipe off some of the wetness away from his face, it was crimson, just like the liquid puddling around his mother.
"Mama?" he reached over and shook her, "MAM!" he shouted his Irish accent, as thick as his mother's, sounded out as he cried.
"Dammit! Did you really have to kill her in front of the kid!" another shout was heard and shuffling was coming closer to the boy.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" the boy shouted as he banged his tiny fists against his mothers chest, "MÚSCAIL MAM!(4) MÚSCAIL!" wind picked its self up and swirled around the emotionally distressed boy.
"STOP HIM BEFORE HE DOES SOMETHING!" and suddenly the seven year old boy's vision turned black.
-/10 years later/-
"Mission accomplished, sir." A blond, young man of the age of twenty one talked into a walkie talkie. His skin, though painted with various colors of greens, browns, and blacks, was tan. His eyes were sky blue and shined with excitement and glory. His hair was a golden blonde, it's glossy locks seemed to shine like the sun itself. This was Arthur Pendragon, an elite navy seal. He and his group did the missions that seemed impossible to the rest of the world. He had done many things, things that could both frighten and kill many brave men.
"package acquired, and target secured." he smiled as he watched his team mates. First their was Leon, his right hand man, then Percival, the strength, followed by Lancelot, the smarts, and Elyan, his strategizer and weapon expertie. Then the last of his group was Gwaine, the crazy fool who was willing to take any risk to finish a mission succeedingly.
"Okay Lieutenant! We're bringing cargo helicopters to your area." a voice staticly answered back. Suddenly a helicopter with two spinners on each of the wings appeared, it too was colored in a camouflage style. A army green, rope, ladder unrolled itself to the young men below. As the six men climbed up the ladder as the giant machine flew off an elderly man with white hair laughed at them. Arthur, being the first up, greeted his long time leader.
"Gaius." he agnoliged. He smiled sweetly at him as he brushed some dust off his clothes.
"Welcome back Arthur." and soon the other 'knights' appeared. The others sat down and relaxed at the familiar atmosphere. Gwaine especially.
"are we getting some time off becuase of this?" Gwaine asked, as he pulled off his boots, revealing an awful stench. The other men scooted away from the stinky man. Gaius sighed and plugged his nose.
"yes, a week; maybe two, depends if any missions come up." Arthur smiled and leaned back, he was happy, his friends Gwen and Lancelot were getting married the minute he returned, now it seemed it wouldn't be that rushed. Lancelot smiled brightly at the idea of getting the week of, so was Gwaine, but he probably just happy to hear he was going home so he could have a drink. Percival was silent as usual, and Elyan looked thrilled at the prospect of being free. Leon only smiled before drifting off to sleep. Arthur was looking forward to a nice week of peace. Little did he know that this week was going to be everything except peace.

A/N: YAY! This is my first merthur story so please be kind to me, okay! Chapter 2 will probably be up soon. Oh and sorry for the Irish phrases, I'm Irish and it tied in since Colin Morgan is really Irish

(1)-my child
(2)-love
(3)-I love you
(4)WAKE UP MOM!