Damaged Goods

Arthur and the others go out to fight a creature that had been attacking the villages and Merlin is injured.

Arthur rode through the forest surrounding Camelot with Merlin and his knights riding along behind him. Arthur scanned the forest for any signs of the creature they were seeking, Arthur had received reports from a number of Camelot's surrounding villages about attacks on livestock and people. All of the reports had been the same, the creatures always attacked at night and moved so quickly that no one was able to see exactly what it was. All anyone knew was that the creature was huge, fast, and able to fly. Considering the past difficulties Camelot had suffered from dragons and other magical creatures Arthur had instantly set out to find the monster and stop it.

Arthur's greatest concern was that the creature was wyvern, but he didn't see how that was possible, all of the villagers had reported that the creature only attacked at night and never during the day, suggesting something nocturnal. Nasty as wyvern's were they were not nocturnal animals and had no difficulties or hesitations with attacking in the daylight. Gaius had made a few suggestions of creatures that attacked solely at night, but without any further information about the creature he could not give Arthur a definitive answer.

Therefore, Arthur had gathered Merlin and his knights and set out to find the creature. Even though no one had seen the monster clearly everyone had agreed that it was big, strong, fast, dangerous, and that it was attacking the same general area. As they rode through the dim forest Merlin piped up, "So how exactly are we supposed to stop something when we don't even know what the Hell it is?"

Arthur shot Merlin an annoyed look, "We have faced many creatures without knowing what they are and have come out fine in the end."

Merlin starred back incredulously, "Fine?" he said in disagreement, "So you would call getting bitten, having knights killed, and nearly being killed yourself to be fine?"

Arthur stopped his horse and said, "Yes, because we are still alive right now, but if you don't shut up that's not going to continue you."

Gwaine snorted with laughter as he moved forward carrying a torch, one massive problem with tracking a creature that was only awake during the night was that they needed to carry torches and move slower than usual due to limited visibility. As they rode through the forest Arthur stayed close to his knights and continued to look for any signs of movement, there wasn't any.

Percival's horse tossed its head as they headed deeper into the forest still seeing nothing. Everyone was on high alert as they came to a small clearing that lay just outside of one of the most recently attacked villages. As they came into the village they heard the gentle bleating of a heard of sheep that was being penned up for the knight. Arthur called, "Alright spread out and keep your eyes open, but stay out of sight. If this thing sees us standing around it may simply decide this village is too much trouble and attack another location, which is the last thing we want." Arthur had specifically spoken to one of the farmers and gotten the man to agree to allow them to use the animals as bait for the creature.

Everyone dosed their torches and stayed back behind the tree cover as they waited. Merlin clutched the bridal of his horse nervously. He had no idea what this creature was, but Merlin knew there was every chance that he would be the one who would have to fight it off as usual. Fortunately, Merlin could take comfort in the fact that the darkness would help him conceal his magic from Arthur and the others.

The small group sat around in the forest waiting for what seemed like hours, but suddenly the sheep began to panic and the horses tensed. Arthur looked up, "this is it." A moment later there was a loud whooshing noise and from out of nowhere a huge dark shape flew down from the sky. As the creature dove in Arthur and the others rushed forward holding their crossbows high and leaving their horses behind, the animals of Camelot were accustomed to battle, but there were some things that even a trained warhorse would flee from and it wasn't worth the risk of being thrown. The monster was huge, easily the size of a wyvern, but not as lizard like in its appearance, as it flew low, it entered the light cast by nearby houses and they saw it for what it was, a griffin. The griffin was more catlike than the wyvern, it had long deep set claws and sharp fanged teeth. It's body was half bird and half lion, the dark brown feathers moved seamlessly into golden fur. It was a terrifying beauty to it. When it opened its mouth and shrieked the sound that came out was like the combination of a bird of prey's call and the roar of a lion. As the bolts hit the griffin it gave a roar of pain, but did not stop its flight.

Griffin's were powerful magical creatures and only a precise hit would be enough to stop it. The horses instantly began to rear in fright and Arthur gave a sigh of relief at having ordered his men to dismount. The griffin soared back upwards as the knights gathered together in a wall holding their shields high. Merlin stayed down and to rear, he was waiting for the right moment, as the creature flew down again Arthur and the knights loosed more bolts and Merlin muttered spell, causing his eyes to flash gold. The magic caught the bolts and guided them directly into the griffins' heart, as they hit the creature shrieked in agony as it crashed to the ground spraying grass and dirt in every direction.

Arthur and the others cheered and slapped each other in congratulations, Merlin ran over to them feeling a sense of relief as he saw the griffin lying dead in the field. Merlin should have known it was too easy. Before Arthur had even finished slapping Gwaine on the shoulder Merlin heard another shriek and turned to see another creature flying in, without even thinking Merlin pushed Arthur out of the way shouting the kings' name.

The attack came so quickly Merlin didn't have time to say a spell as the second griffin flew past swinging its claws wildly through the air. Merlin didn't have time to move or even really realize what was happening until it did. The griffin slashed down and a sharp pain spread across the side of Merlin's face. Merlin screamed in agony as he fell to the ground clutching his now bleeding face. Arthur and the others instantly rolled to their feet and took up their weapons once again. Merlin's vision began to fade in and out, but despite the exhaustion and pain he forced himself to concentrate and muttered another spell to guide the arrows into the griffins' heart. As his eyes turned gold and the magic took effect Merlin felt a wave of exhaustion over take him and he collapsed unconscious to the ground.

Arthur and the others scattered as the second monster hit the ground with the same fierce impact as the first. As soon as they were certain it was dead Arthur ran over to his fallen servant shouting, "MERLIN!"

Arthur skidded across the ground and turned Merlin on his side in order to better see the other man's wound. Arthur gasped in shock, there were four long deep gashes going across Merlin's face, they started on the right side of his head just behind the ear, went across his ear, and cheek, and down to his chin. Fortunately, Merlin's eye had not been damaged, but his right ear was in bad shape. The ear was badly clawed, and had been split just above the lobe and just under the curve, Arthur could see the gauges went deep into the ear and knew that Merlin was bleeding badly. Arthur couldn't help feeling a sense of dread rising within him as he looked Merlin over. Arthur had seen many battle wounds and he knew a blow to the ear could cause a person to lose their hearing.

Arthur instantly pulled his mind out of worry and forced himself to focus on the task of tending Merlin's wounds. Arthur called out, "Get me some water now!" Sir Elyan ran back to the horses, which had thankfully remained tethered to the trees, and came back holding a water skin and the medicine bag Merlin always carried with him when he traveled with Arthur and the others.

Arthur carefully poured the water over Merlin's bleeding face, then he rubbed honey into the wounds. Merlin moaned in pain, but did not wake. Once the wounds were clean Arthur wrapped a bandage around Merlin's face, removing Merlin's neckerchief as he did so. The blood instantly began to seep through the bandages and Arthur winced as he said, "Help me."

Gwaine and the others instantly came forward and helped lift Merlin up and carry him towards the village they were near, the villagers had stayed within Camelot for safety so they didn't have to worry about disturbing anyone. As they walked slowly to the nearest house Percival came forward and took Merlin in his own arms. Gwaine turned to Arthur, "We need to get Gauis."

Arthur starred at him in annoyance, "I know that, but riding in the dark is too dangerous."

Gwaine gave an indignant, "WHAT?! You expect us to just sit around here waiting for dawn?! Screw that, I'm going to get help now."

Arthur reached out and grabbed Gwaine's arm in a hard grip, the knight turned back to the king in anger, but then he saw the look of anguish and regret on Arthur's face. After a moment Arthur spoke, "I care about Merlin as well, he was injured saving me, again, and I want to help him as much as you do, but riding off in the middle of the night and getting yourself killed because you couldn't see where you were going and ran head long into a tree, or were thrown by your horse because it caught it's leg in a ditch you couldn't see isn't going to help anyone. The best we can do is care for Merlin and the horses then bring Merlin to Gauis first thing in the morning."

Leon said, "We should dispose of those as well." He pointed to the bodies of the two griffins, "We have no idea what kind of effect the bodies will have on the water or anything else."

Arthur nodded, "Yes, we'll get Merlin settled, then we'll build a pyre, and tend to the horses."

The others nodded in agreement as Elyan opened the door so Percival could carry Merlin inside the house. The home they entered was a small farmers' cottage, much like any other that could be found in villages throughout the land. There was a single room with a chimney in the corner, and table just to the side of the door. The occupant had obviously left quickly because there were several pots and other things lying around.

Elyan, being the son of a blacksmith, and most experienced in these matters, gathered some wood sitting in a basket and started a fire in the pit. Arthur took off his own red cape and laid it out on the floor as a bed roll for Merlin, Gwaine did the same as he covered Merlin in order to ensure the other man was kept properly warm. Arthur winced as he saw the blood still soaking through the bandages on Merlin's face, instinctively he took extra bandages out of the medicine bag and changed the ones that were now soaked with Merlin's blood.

The injuries on Merlin's face looked just as bad as they had, Merlin moaned and shied away in his sleep, but did not awaken. The knights all hissed in sympathy as they saw Merlin's wounds, Gwaine cursed and Elyan gasped out, "Yee, Gods."

Arthur felt a rush of guilt fly through him as he looked Merlin over, the other man had been injured protecting Arthur again and Arthur knew that this time there would be no miraculous recovery, no last minute, fly by the seat of your pants cure, no possible way to undo the damage that had been done. Merlin would bare these scars for the rest of his life and nothing, not even magic, would be enough to heal Merlin this time.

Arthur checked Merlin's wounds for signs of contamination, discoloration around the injury or strange seepage around and from the wound, but thankfully he saw none, Merlin's blood was the usual red. And although there was a great deal of it Merlin didn't seem to be suffering from any serious infection. Arthur also checked to make sure that the cuts hadn't gone into the bone. The last thing Merlin needed was a broken jaw or cheek bone. Despite the seriousness of the injury however, it seemed that fate was once again on Merlin's side and Arthur could find no signs of serious bone injury. As Arthur rewrapped the bandages he felt his eyes string and wiped them, insisting to himself that he was not crying, No man is worth your tears he remembered saying, but he no longer thought it now.

Merlin had already done a great deal for Camelot, Arthur wasn't nearly as stupid, ungrateful, or oblivious as Merlin and several others thought. Arthur knew perfectly well that he wouldn't be king right now if it weren't for Merlin and his help. Merlin had helped smuggle Arthur out of Camelot, he had protected Arthur when Arthur had been suffering from, whatever the Hell it had been that had made him act like such a bloody idiot, Merlin had led them to safety when they being pursued by Agravaine and his men, and even gone back to divert the others when Arthur and his allies had been traveling in those caves. Merlin had given Arthur the support and confidence he needed to become a king and retake his land. Arthur knew that he wouldn't be here without the clumsy oaf he was constantly complaining about, and he knew that every time he saw Merlin from now on he would be reminded of what the foolish man had done for him, Arthur knew guilt would tear him whenever he saw Merlin's face.

Arthur sat back up and instantly shook himself, no, he would not let himself drown in guilt right now, Merlin was injured and he needed their help. Sitting around mopping wasn't going to do anyone any good. Arthur sat up determinedly and collected himself, he needed to be practical and calculating right now, that was the best way to deal with this situation, and Merlin's best chance of survival. Arthur leaned back and said, "Alright, we need to deal with the bodies, get some food, and water, and tend to the horses."

The others nodded and instantly began dividing themselves into groups, Elyan and Percival went out to burn the bodies while Leon and Gwaine went to gather food and tend to their horses. Burning the bodies of the Griffins was fairly easy, the main problem was finding enough wood to do so, fortunately the villagers all kept stack of firewood near their homes. It took everything the village had to burn the two griffins, but Arthur promised himself he would repay them for it. The smell of the burning bodies was truly revolting, it was something akin to a clogged sewage, or contaminated water that had been left to seep, and none of them managed to eat that night, not even Gwaine.

Everyone sat up that night, staying close to Merlin as he slept, the smaller mans' face was even paler than usual and he had developed a fever from the cuts. Arthur wasn't surprised given the amount of blood Merlin had lost, not to mention how deep the wounds went. As Merlin tossed with chills he began to mutter to himself it was indistinguishable muttering, but slowly it became clearer, "Arthur, I'm sorry, so sorry, my duty to protect you. Failed, so sorry, forgive me."

Arthur blinked in shock, but shushed Merlin without thinking, "It's alright Merlin, nothing's wrong I'm fine and everything will be o.k., you haven't failed." Merlin continued to shake with cold as he continued to beg for forgiveness over and over again. Arthur sat with Merlin as the other knights starred at him with mixtures of sorrow and concern etched on their faces. That night was probably one of the longest any of them could remember having, they managed to get Merlin to drink some water, but he didn't wake.

Sometime shortly after midnight Merlin bolted upright and reached his hand out shouting, "ARTHUR! ARTHUR WHERE ARE YOU?! ARTHUR!

Arthur grabbed the smaller man around the shoulders, lest he hurt himself, the others quickly rushed to Merlin's side and tried to hold him off as well. Despite being so small and gangly, Merlin was remarkably strong, Arthur supposed it was all the water Merlin was always hauling around the castle. Arthur called out, "Merlin, it's alright Merlin. I'm right here and I'm fine."

Merlin continued to mutter, "Arthur, need to stay close. I have to protect you, it's my duty, my destiny, our destiny, Albion. Has to happen, need to stay close, Arthur needs me." Arthur blinked in surprise, protect him? Merlin was a clumsy oaf who was always tripping over his own two feet, he could hardly protect himself much less anyone else including Arthur. Still, Arthur knew that Merlin had protected him many times throughout the years, how many times had Merlin pushed Arthur out of the way of some danger, or warned Arthur against going something ridiculously stupid? Hell Merlin had even drank poison for Arthur, and stopped Arthur from killing his own farther when Morgause had conjured that image of Ygraine.

Arthur felt a twist of guilt go through him that he always associated with the memory of holding a sword to his own father's neck and threatening to strike. Yes, it was indeed true, despite his bumbling, and the constant chattering, and the one million and three annoying little things Merlin did that drove Arthur up the wall at least a hundred times a day Arthur knew he did indeed owe Merlin his life several times over. The one thing that confused Arthur was hearing Merlin talk about duty, and destiny, and Albion, it didn't make any sense to Arthur. Yes, Arthur could see Merlin feeling as though protecting the king were his duty, Merlin was his servant, and his friend, but destiny? Albion? It made absolutely no sense.

Apparently the other knights agreed because when they heard Merlin's shouts Gwaine barked out, "What the Hell?"

Arthur didn't release his hold on Merlin, he knew the others would never let him hear the end of 'cuddling' with his manservant, but he also knew that if he moved Merlin would start to thrash again and the last thing Merlin needed was to aggravate his wounds, or cause them to open wider. Arthur shook his head at Gwaine, "I have absolutely no idea."

Leon piped up, "He's probably delirious from the fever and muttering nonsense, I've seen it before."

Arthur nodded as Merlin continued to mumble, "Arthur, have to protect Arthur, needs me, have to help him, Albion needs him, have to protect him."

Arthur shushed Merlin again, "relax Merlin, it's alright, I'm here with you and I'm not going anywhere."

Gwaine gave Arthur a smirk, and Arthur had to fight the urge to groan. Yes, he was definitely going to be hearing about this one for quite some time. Despite the cheeky grins on their faces the other knights stayed close to Merlin and Arthur throughout the night, they frequently went back and forth getting extra wood for the fire and water for Arthur and Merlin to drink.

Merlin spent the night drifting in and out of consciousness, but it was clear that even when Merlin was 'awake' he wasn't aware of where he was or who was with him. His eyes were clouded over from the fever and he continued to mutter nonsense, sometimes he shouted about Arthur being in danger, usually something related to one of the many threats Arthur had faced since Merlin had first come to Camelot, and other times it seemed to be something else entirely. More than once Merlin shouted out to someone called 'Freya' and kept saying that he was sorry over and over again. Arthur asked Merlin who Freya was, but Merlin would just shake his head and say, "My fault, all my fault, so sorry."

Arthur had no idea what Merlin was talking about, Arthur tried to coax Merlin into explaining what the devil he was babbling about. Several of the others echoed Leon's comment that Merlin was merely muttering nonsense due to the fever. Sir Percival made up a poultice to apply to Merlin's forehead to keep the fever down and they managed to get Merlin to swallow a few potions to help with the pain, and fight the fever and infection.

Despite all this Merlin's forehead continued to burn and it was a very long night for them all, Arthur in particular. Whenever Arthur tried to leave Merlin's side the other man would start mumbling and calling out to him again, what was exceptionally weird about each of these 'episodes; was that whenever Merlin got particularly upset or the fever spiked something would happen outside the hut they were staying in. Several times Arthur heard tree branches breaking or things being smashed, once there was even a loud crash that turned out to be a wheel barrel falling apart, but no matter how many times Elyan and the other knights checked the area they found no one else around, and no sign of any other griffins or any other type of threat.

After the breaking of the wheel barrel, which was the third odd occurrence of the night, Percival whispered, "Perhaps the village is haunted somehow. Someone might have summoned a dark spirit, just as Morgana did. Hell, it might very well be Morgana again."

Arthur shook his head, "No, that doesn't make any sense. If someone had conjured a spirit it would have already attacked us, it wouldn't be floating around breaking tree branches and wheel barrels. Perhaps this is the work of some imp or wood nymph, it certainly is the type of thing those creatures do."

Gwaine said, "Yes, but wouldn't we have seen the creature by now?"

Elyan shrugged, "Who knows, and who really cares. Whatever it is doing this hasn't hurt any of us and we have much more important things to worry about." He pointed to Merlin, "I say we simply let it go unless something blatantly attacks us or causes some serious problem, if that happens then we will deal with it when the time comes."

Arthur nodded, "Agreed."

Arthur was leaning back against the wall of the hut nodding slightly as the suns first rays peaked through the window. Gwaine sat up rubbing his eyes, "about damn time, let's get going. The sooner we can get Merlin to Gaius, the better it will be for him."

Arthur nodded, "Percival, can you help me."

Arthur knew he couldn't get up on his own, Merlin's was still half lying on him, and Arthur's legs had both fallen asleep due to the weight. Percival bent down and lifted Merlin up into his arms once again. Arthur couldn't help giving a slight smirk, this was becoming a bit of a habit; as Merlin's weight was removed from his legs Gwaine reached down and offered Arthur a hand. Arthur took it and used the other man's weight to leverage himself into a standing position, Arthur swayed slightly as the blood flow began to return and his legs which began to prickle and tingle.

Arthur limped around the small hut for a few minutes as the circulation returned, then headed outside with the others. The horses were saddled and waiting for them. The village looked much different in the light of day, Arthur saw the broken wheel barrel lying in front of a nearby house, and several broken branches and pots lying about. There was a huge stretch of scorched earth lying behind the village, away from any of the crops or the well so there was no risk of contamination, where they had burned the bodies of the two griffins.

A small amount of smoke rose from the still smoldering embers as Sir Elyan and Sir Leon covered the space with dirt to make certain it didn't blaze into a full blown fire and cause any sort of damage to the village or anyone who happened to be nearby. The air still stunk with the rank of the griffin's bodies and Arthur knew it would take some time before he'd be able to complete forget the horrid smell. Arthur shook his head as Percival and Gwaine hoisted Merlin onto his horse and secured him. Merlin was still unconscious and couldn't ride on his own so Arthur mounted behind him and leant Merlin against himself to keep the other man in the saddle.

Arthur was riding on Merlin's Jolie horse rather than having Merlin ride on the kings' horse because Arthur's horse was a bit more spirited than Jolie and the last thing Merlin needed was a rough ride. Elyan tied the reins of Arthur's horse to his own and they set off. The village was close to Camelot, but it took them a great deal of time to return to Camelor. They couldn't move at their usual pace due to Merlin's injury, and they were all tired from the long night.

It was past noon when they finally arrived back at Camelot, as soon as the castle was within eyesight Gwaine urged his horse into a fast gallop so he could go and fetch Gaius so the physician could meet them when they came in. Arthur and the others continued at their slower pace. As they entered the kingdom Arthur explained about the griffins and gave orders for several of Camelot's guards and servants to assist in repairing the damage that was done to the village by the attack.

As they arrived in the courtyard of Camelot Gauis, Gwen, and Gwaine (a/n triple G) all came running down the steps with Tristan close behind. Gwen shouted, "Arthur! Merlin!" as Arthur dismounted and Percival helped him get Merlin down off Jolie. Merlin slid off the horse and was jarred by the movement, his head jerked and he starred blearily around him as Gauis came forward to look at his wounds. Merlin groggily muttered, "Waz, it?

Tristan hissed in sympathy as he saw the bloody bandages wrapped around Merlin's face, "What the Hell?"

Percival said, "We were attacked by two griffins, Merlin was injured protecting Arthur."

Tristan starred back and forth between Percival and Merlin, then said, in a voice of complete disbelief, "Two GRIFFINS! And you're all still alive and in one piece?" Tristan gave an impressed whistle as he ran a hand through his short hair, "Well Merlin's much tougher than most people realize. I've seen entire convoy's destroyed by one griffin, it's a miracle you're all still alive."

Arthur said, "Yes it is, but I wish this hadn't been the cost of our survival."

Arthur pointed to Merlin as Gauis gently cradled Merlin's face in his hands, "Oh my dear boy. Let's get him inside."

Gwen rushed to Merlin's side and gasped in shock, "Oh Merlin." She turned to Arthur and looked around, "no one else was hurt?" she asked in a disbelieving voice.

Arthur shook his head, "Not really, Leon pulled his shoulder, but other than that nothing, I can't really explain it. At first the arrows seemed to just glance off the griffins hides, then suddenly they all found there mark. I've never seen anything like it before, it was almost like…" Arthur trailed off as he shook his head, "No, it couldn't be."

Gwen pulled Arthur into a hug, "this is so, I don't know…"

Gwen trailed off as Arthur nodded, the two of them had become so close that they could typically follow each other's thoughts. Arthur knew Gwen was very conflicted right now, one the one hand she was upset about Merlin and concerned for his well-being, on the other hand she was relieved to see Arthur and the others safely returned.

Gwen pulled back as Percival walked around them and carried Merlin up the steps and into Gauis' quarters as Arthur explained the attack and everything that had happened after including Merlin's fever. Gauis nodded in understanding, "the fever is normal, most people who suffer from a serious wound like this one usually develop a fever of some kind, it typically breaks in a day or so."

Percival gently laid Merlin on the patient bed when they arrived and Gauis slowly unwrapped the bandages surrounding Merlin's face. Gwen turned her head away as the wounds were revealed, Gauis shook his head gravely as he looked the wounds over, they were still just as bad as they had been the previous night. Much of Merlin's skin had been torn and was now in jagged patterns. Gauis said, "He'll need stitches, Elyan, would you hand me the basket over there." And pointed to a small basket sitting on top of the steps on the side of the room, the same place Merlin himself usually sat when the young man was feeling particularly upset about something.

Elyan said, "Of course."

And grabbed the basket as Gwen stepped forward, "Gauis, I would like to help you."

Gauis looked up, "Are you certain my lady?"

Gwen's face became determined, "Yes, Merlin is my friend and I want to help him. The wounds are deep and you will not be able to tend them yourself. I've helped you stitch up patients before, and I can now."

Gauis gave her a watery smile, "Thank you, my lady."

Gwen grabbed his hand and said in a half-joking, half-tender voice, "none of that, it's Gwen to you. Just Gwen."

Gauis said, "Never, just Gwen my lady." And opened the box. Arthur and Percival sat Merlin up and gave him a strong sleeping draft so he wouldn't waken, then Gwen and Gauis set to work. Despite being up all night Arthur wanted to stay, and he could tell from the determined looks on their faces the other knights felt the same way, but when Gauis noticed Elyan swaying slightly from exhaustion, he scowled and pointed to the door, "To bed all of you. I know you're worried about Merlin, but you're not going to do him any good if you become so exhausted you can't even stand on your own two legs. Now off to sleep and I'll send word if anything changes."

Arthur felt a prickle of irritation at this, he was the king of Camelot, he was not going to be ordered to bed like a child. Arthur instantly opened his mouth saying, "Gauis, you can't just.."

But he never finished, Gauis turned and gave them all a severe stare and said, "Now." In a tone that left no room for argument. Gwen looked up from the needle she was threading and it was clear that she agreed with Gauis completely. Arthur sighed resignedly, there was no way that any of them would be stupid enough to go against Gauis and Gwen at the same time, feeling slightly annoyed, and suffering a blow to his ego as he turned and left Arthur headed back to his quarters with as much dignity as he could possibly muster, while also fighting against the exhaustion that was now beginning to overtake him.

Arthur could hear Tristan snickering slightly and as he grasped the door handle the other man said, "Yes, yes, off to bed now children. Time for you to go on your way and let the adults work."

Arthur turned and glared at him, "Shut up."

Tristain pointed at Merlin, "Now now Sire." He made the title sound as insulting as possible, "You wouldn't want to hurt Merlin's feelings by having him find out, you used your insult for him on someone else."

Arthur flipped Tristan a very rude hand gesture and left without another word with the other knights trailing behind him. Arthur was just thinking there was no possible way he would sleep with his worry for Merlin swirling in his head, but once he got back to his quarters and George had helped him out of his armor and into a sleeping shirt he felt himself drift off almost instantly. Arthur slept deeply, and the next thing he knew the bed was shifting and a familiar hand was running itself through his hair. A hand that was callused from years of scrubbing floors, sewing dresses, and helping in a forge; Arthur rolled over to find Gwen sitting on the bed and asked, "Merlin?"

Gwen had tears running down her face, but she gave him a weak smile, "He's still asleep, Gauis said he'll be alright. There are no signs of infection, the only problem is going to be the scars."

Arthur closed his eyes in anguish, "It's my fault, he was injured saving me."

Gwen pulled Arthur close, "No it isn't Arthur, Merlin saved you because he cares about you and because it was the right thing to do. You know Merlin, he'll go to any lengths to protect those he loves. Merlin knew the risks involved and he went with you anyway. That's just who he is."

Arthur nodded as he felt Gwen's tears mixing with his own, "It's just hard, seeing him like that. Knowing it happened because he was protecting me. I want to do something to change it, to fix it."

Gwen leant her head on his shoulder saying, "And that is what's really bothering you isn't it? You can't fix this, it's something we're all going to have to live with. Merlin especially."

Arthur asked hesitantly, "do you think he'll blame me?"

Gwen pulled back to look Arthur in the eye, "Whether he does or doesn't I'll still be here for both of you, and worrying about all those things isn't going to do anyone any good. Now, you need to eat."

Before Arthur could argue that he wasn't hungry his stomach gave a loud grumble and they both smiled lightly. Arthur stood and walked over to the table, "Someone should send word to Hunith, she might want to be here for this."

Gwen said, "I had a messenger ride out to Ealdor while you were asleep."

Arthur shook his head, "Gwen, how on Earth did you get so perfect?"

Gwen sat down opposite Arthur and began to eat as she said, "I'm not perfect Arthur, I just knew that Hunith deserved to know what had happened and that Merlin will want to see his mother when he wakes up. I just thought with my heart."

Arthur reached over and clutched her smaller hand in his own saying, "Make sure you keep doing that."

Gwen nodded and they each went back to eating, lost in thought and worry over Merlin. Arthur didn't really notice what he was putting in his mouth as he dug into the food Gwen brought him, he was worried about Merlin and what would happen. The wounds Merlin suffered were severe and it would take a long time before Merlin was fully healed, even with Gauis and Gwen looking after him there was always the possibility that the wounds would become infected or that Merlin might suffer some other difficulty as a result.

As Arthur took a drink he said, "I checked the wounds several times and didn't see any signs of poison, but I haven't seen anyone wounded by a griffin before and can't help worrying the claws might be contaminated somehow. Have you or Gaius noticed anything like that?"

Gwen swallowed a mouthful of bread and said, "No, Gauis said that griffins don't carry any kind of poison in there claws."

Arthur let out a sigh of relief, "Well at least that's one less thing to worry about."

Gwen said, "Yes, I know. What's more there's no sign of infection either so those are both good things. Although Merlin is still pale and weak from the wound and the blood loss, but Gauis says he has a good chance of recovering."

Arthur felt the huge lump of dread that had settled in his stomach when Merlin had been wounded ease slightly, it wasn't completely gone, but it was better. Gwen and Arthur finished their meal and then headed to the physicians quarters. Sure enough the other knights of the round table were already there checking in on Merlin themselves.

Gauis looked up as his door opened again and gave Arthur a knowing look, "I was wondering how long it would take you to arrive sire." He gestured to Merlin who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, his face still wrapped in bandages, "Merlin is recovering fairly well, he'll probably be unconscious until tonight, or tomorrow morning, then he'll need to get his feet. Thank God his eye wasn't damaged."

"what about his ear?" Arthur asked remembering the blood he has seen and the fear he had felt of Merlin losing his ability to hear from that ear.

Gauis answered with a tone of hopefulness, "the ear wasn't punctured, I tested Merlin's ear with a tuning fork and he didn't seem to have any problem hearing it. As far as I can determine sire he's suffered no lose in his ability to hear, or any problems with using that ear."

Arthur felt the lump in his stomach lessen once more and said, "Gauis if you need anything for Merlin, anything at all, just say so and I'll see to it that he's cared for."

Gauis nodded, "thank you sire, but for now all Merlin really needs is rest and proper food. I have all the potions and salves needed to treat his wounds in my stores."

Arthur released a breath he hadn't been aware he'd been holding and Gwaine asked the question they were all wondering, "So Merlin will be alright?"

Gauis said, "I believe he will make a full physical recovery, but it will be difficult for Merlin to deal with the scars he will undoubtedly have from these injuries."

Tristan, who Arthur hadn't noticed when he first came in because the older man was leaning against a wall, said, "at least he isn't in shock anymore."

Arthur's head jerked up and he spoke in a voice that was a combination of anger and concern, "ANYMORE?! You mean he was in shock and you didn't summon me?"

The others knights all began to voice their own protests at not having been called, but Gauis placed two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly causing them all to go silent. Gauis stood, giving them all a stern glare, "Now, you listen to me all of you. I know you're all worried about Merlin, but I will not have you jeopardizing his recovery by standing around shouting and arguing."

Sure enough Merlin was now stirring and muttering again, "Arthur, where's Arthur? Need to protect Arthur."

Gauis sat back down looking angrily at all of them as he grasped Merlin's hand and stroked the young man's hair. Gauis spoke to Merlin in a calm soft voice, "easy Merlin, Arthur is here and he's safe. Nothing's wrong, you don't need to worry."

Gauis looked back up and said, "Merlin did go into shock shortly after he arrived, but with help from Tristan and Gwen I managed to get his condition under control. Merlin was not in shock long, and shock is a typical response to an injury like this. Merlin is doing well, and if he had been in serious danger I would have summoned you, but as I said the shock passed quickly and he is fine so you can all stop shouting. And even if you're still angry you will stop shouting or so help me I will force every one of you to leave." Gauis's last words were spoken in a tone that broke absolutely no argument, and he raised his head to look Arthur square in the eye saying, "And that includes you as well sire."

Arthur scowled, but held his peace. Arthur knew perfectly well that king or not, Gauis could, and would, certainly force him to leave if Gauis felt Arthur was endangering Merlin's recovery. In fact, Gauis would make Arthur leave, especially if he were endangering Merlin's recovery. Arthur nodded as Gauis leaned back saying, "Tristan, I would appreciate it greatly if you would keep your mouth shut when discussing the condition of my patients in the future."

Tristan didn't look the slightest bit ashamed, he merely shrugged, "they would have found out sooner or later."

Gauis gave an agreeing nod and said, "Maybe so, but I would have preferred if the news were delivered in a manner that was a bit more.." he paused searching for the correct term and settled on, "delicately."

Tristan shrugged nonchalantly as Elyan stepped forward, "Whatever happened before doesn't matter. Gauis says Merlin's going to be o.k. and I believe him."

"As do I." said Percival, the others echoed their agreement and they all fell into a silence as Gauis changed Merlin's bandages. Arthur winced when the wounds were exposed, the stitches had closed them so they weren't just open gashed, but they still looked awful. What's more Gauis had been forced to shave Merlin's head on one side so he could treat the wounds in Merlin's scalp, leaving the young man with a large bald spot on his right side.

Arthur helped Gauis with the bandages as the others moved around gathering various items for healing. They were all concerned about Merlin, and Arthur could tell they'd stay as close to the other man as possible until he had recovered. The day passed slowly, Arthur and Gwen both had to come and go many times throughout, they had duties as king and queen that needed to be attended to, and as much as they both hated the idea of leaving Merlin alone, they knew that they had no choice.

As darkness was settling in Arthur found himself once again sitting by Merlin's side, the other man had been moving around more and more lately, and Gauis had said it was a sign that Merlin would wake soon. Sure enough Merlin moaned slightly and his eyelids fluttered as he opened his eyes and groaned loudly, "Oh, my head, what's going on?" Merlin looked around in confusion and his gaze rested on Arthur, "Arthur? What's going on? Where's the griffins? How'd we get back here?" Then he moaned in pain and raised a hand to his face. Arthur caught it as Merlin said, "Why do I feel like my cheek has been scorched?"

Arthur said, "Because you were injured. Do you remember?"

Merlin's eye wrinkled in thought, and he winced in pain as he did so, then he spoke slowly, "I remember the griffins, they attacked. You and the knights." Merlin raised his head and saw the others standing at his bedside and continued, "killed the first then the second one came, it was flying right towards you and I…."Merlin stammered as he looked back at Arthur then slipped his wrist out of Arthur's grasp and gingerly touched his cheek.

Merlin's eyes went wide with shock, then seemed to be hit with a deep sorrow, "how bad is it?" He asked in a somewhat desperate tone.

Gauis, who had been standing in the corner and started walking over as soon as Merlin had stirred, finished walking the last few steps to his wards side and said, "I won't lie to you Merlin. The wounds are long and they go deep, very deep. You will have scars."

Merlin closed his eyes in anguish and nodded his head in understanding. Arthur could see tears spilling down Merlin's face and after a few moments Merlin spoke in a choked voice, "I want to see."

Gauis said, "Merlin I don't think it's wise…"

But Merlin cut him off as he raised his eyes to the physician and said, "Please Gauis, I need to see it." His tone of voice made it clear that this wasn't some kind of morbid curiosity, or moment of self pity Merlin needed to see the wounds if he was ever going to accept what had happened to him.

Gauis said, "Very well."

Arthur asked, "Do you want us to leave?"

Merlin squeezed Arthur's hand even harder than he had been before and looked each of the knights, Gwen, Gauis, and Tristan in the eye in turn before he spoke, "No, stay. Please don't leave me."

Gwen crouched down and gently took Merlin's face in her hands, "Never."

Merlin gave her a watery smile, that was half hidden by the bandages, and made him wince once again, as Gauis carefully removed the cloth wrapped around Merlin's face. Gwaine reached down and took a large empty brass bowl that was smooth on the bottom and handed it to Merlin. It was no looking glass, but it would do. Gauis tenderly removed the last bandage as Merlin held the bowl up, his hands shaking slightly as he did so, and looked at himself in the reflection.

The wounds were deep and still hadn't begun to scar over, they were just as awful and encompassing as they had been when the others had first seen it. Merlin starred at his own reflection, too shocked to say anything, which truly was a first for the ever chattering servant. After a few moments Merlin gently raised his hand to his wounds, but before he could touch them Gauis grabbed Merlin's hand, "No Merlin, the wounds are still healing, touching them could pull at the stitches."

Merlin nodded as tears prickled in his eyes. Gwaine said, "it's not so bad you know, I've seen blokes who look much worse. Besides all the ladies will be lining up for you when they find out you got them saving the king's life."

Merlin gave a weak half-hearted chuckle that and said in voice of false humor, "Yes, they'll be chasing after me like no tomorrow, the same way they chase after Arthur now." But it was clear that Merlin was not taking this well, it wasn't surprising considering the extent of the wounds and the fact that Merlin knew how cruel people could be to those who were 'marred' by the trials of battle. Merlin's body started to shake, and the bowl bounced back and forth in his hand as Gauis rewrapped the young man's face. Elyan took the bowl as Merlin continued to quake with the flood of emotions he was feeling.

Gauis pulled Merlin into a loose hug as Merlin began to cry, Gwen grasped him from behind as Arthur and the others all put a hand on Merlin's shoulder. They didn't say anything they simply allowed Merlin to let out his feelings and use Gauis' robes to catch his tears. Arthur didn't know how long they sat there, and he frankly didn't care, eventually Merlin sat up and wiped his eyes as he leaned his head back and groaned slightly with pain, "What do I do now?"

Arthur said, "You rest yourself and get better, and once you are, you get your lazy behind back to work."

Merlin jerked his head up, "You want me to continue my duties?"

Arthur snorted, "You think I'd rather spend the rest of my days being bored to death by George and his brass jokes."

Merlin looked hopeful, but still hesitant, "I don't know if I can."

Arthur grabbed him and said, "Yes you bloody well can. Merlin, you will have scars, but you're not the only one who's ever been wounded in battle. Hell my father had a facial scar."

Merlin snorted, "Yeah one, on his forehead, not all across the side of his face. People will say things."

Elyan said, "So what? People always say things, and you never care what they think."

Arthur added, "and I promise you Merlin. Anyone who speaks ill of your appearance will personally answer to me."

Merlin jerked his head up, "You mean that?"

Arthur said, "Absolutely."

Merlin leaned back and clasped Arthur's hand in gratitude as Percival said, "You're one of us Merlin, we're staying close to you no matter what. We'll do all we can to protect you."

Merlin said, "Thank you. This is just so much." He gingerly touched the bandages and said, "I can't help feeling, like whenever people see me, they'll see a monster."

Gwen said, "Merlin!" in such a sever tone that everyone jumped, "You are not a monster, and I'll not have you saying such things about yourself. Your scars do not change who you are, and you are a kind, gentle, and brave man. And I don't think there's anything wrong with you."

Merlin said, "Thank you." again and settled back on the bed.

Arthur told him, "We sent word to your mother, she will probably come to see you."

Merlin looked up and nodded as Arthur asked, "Is something wrong?"

Merlin shook his head, "Yes, no, I don't know. I want to see my mother, I do, but at the same time I don't want her to see me like this."

Gauis said, "Merlin, your mother will not shy away from you because of your wounds. She has treated the ill and injured in Ealdor her entire life and has seen much worse than your injuries, and you know it. Beside you are her son, she loves you and could never be disgusted by you."

Merlin nodded, "I know. I just, it's hard." Merlin wrapped an arm around himself as he said, "I just don't know what to do, I've always know what to do before, but now I don't what to do."

Merlin's stomach growled loudly as Gwaine said, "Well, why don't we start by getting some food into you and going from there?"

Merlin blushed, but agreed and Percival headed to the kitchens to get them something to eat. They all ate in Gauis' quarters, it was a strange experience, Gauis' rooms were not made to hold them all and his table was not big enough, but eventually everyone got settled and ate. Gwen, Gauis, and Arthur all stayed close to Merlin, refusing to leave his side even for a moment.

Merlin for his part was unusually quiet, and Arthur found he didn't like the change. As much as the king complained about Merlin's endless chattering, he found that now that it was gone he missed it. Merlin ate mechanically and would frequently stare unseeingly out the window, as though desperately searching for something that would make everything come together and make sense for him.

More than once Merlin stopped eating and broke into fresh sobs of grief, every time he did Arthur, Gwen, or Gauis would reach out a comforting hand and allow Merlin to lean on them for comfort. Elyan collected the empty bowls as Merlin leaned back on bed moaning slightly, "it's sore Gauis."

Gauis nodded gravely, "I know my boy, but I've given you all the pain killers I dare, as difficult as it is you're simply going to have to accept whatever discomfort remains until the wounds heal."

Merlin winced, "alright." And went back to starring at the wall in silence.

The others stayed with Merlin until evening, no one said much, they didn't really know what to say, but they all stayed with Merlin offering what comfort they could. They would do everything in their power to help Merlin heal from his injury, Merlin was one of their own, and they would look out for him just as they would look after anyone else injured defending the land.

The next few days passed in a slow haze, Merlin kept to Gauis' chambers and was much more reserved than he usually was. Arthur remembered seeing Merlin act the same way a few times before. Merlin had been unnaturally quiet after Balinor the dragon lord had died, he had also fallen silent just after Morgana had disappeared. Merlin was quiet again after Lancelot had truly died, and Gwen had left Camelot, after the death of Will, and, for some reason Arthur still couldn't discern, after that druid girl who turned into a beast had been discovered and driven from Camelot.

Arthur recognized Merlin's silence as a way for him to try and come to terms with what had happened. Arthur made himself available to Merlin as much as possible, but didn't force anything from him. Gauis had said that was the right method to deal with this situation, and Arthur agreed, Merlin needed to come to terms with what had happened, but it had to be on his own schedule and not anyone elses.

Merlin spent the time cloistered in Gauis' chambers, he never once left and avoided anyone, but Arthur, Gwen, Tristan, and the knights, who came to Gauis' rooms. Merlin couldn't help feeling overwhelmed by what had happened, he had been injured protecting the Arthur a number of times before. Merlin couldn't even being to count the sheer amount of bruises he'd accumulated over the years, or how many times he'd twisted, pulled, jarred, and sprained almost everything in his quest to guide Arthur to the throne, but this was different.

This time Merlin knew he would bear the marks for the rest of his life, and this time he couldn't help feeling shocked by it all. Merlin had never taken much interest in his own appearance, something abundantly clear considering how often he wandered around the castle covered horse dung or leeches, or some other such things, but seeing himself now and knowing that others would be horrified at the sight of him and that there would be many who would shy away from him was a difficult thing to consider.

What's more it was hard to Merlin himself to accept this, his face hurt, and his heart hurt, and he honestly didn't know how to get past it all. Merlin kept to himself as much as possible trying to find a way to move forward, and not succeeding in the slightest. Finally, Hunith arrived in Camelot accompanied by the messenger Arthur had sent to Ealdor to tell her of Merlin's wounds. Naturally her first act was to travel to Gauis' rooms and see her son. Arthur and Gwen were both sitting with Merlin as Hunith came in the door. Hunith gaped slightly at the sight of the king, and bowed nervously, "Forgive me sire."

Arthur stood and held up his hand, "It's alright Hunith, there's no need for you to be so formal when there is no one else present. Besides I believe there is someone you're here to see. So we will leave you."

Arthur held a hand out to Gwen who took it. Despite his words Hunith still bowed to both of them saying, "My lady." To Gwen with a knowing smile that Gwen returned.

As soon as they had left Hunith rushed to Merlin's side, "Oh Merlin, my boy."

Merlin returned the hug, but kept his face tilted away from his mother's, he didn't want her to see. Hunith however, was not to be deterred, she took Merlin's head in her hands and forced him to look her in the eyes, "Merlin Ambrosia, what have I always told you about taking pride in yourself?"

Merlin gave her a watery smile as he said, "Never be ashamed of who you are, no matter what anyone else says, does, thinks, or feels, take pride in yourself as a person and never forget that it is your own thoughts that matter above any others."

Hunith smiled proudly, but Merlin continued, "but what do you do, if you think yourself to be a monster?"

Hunith gasped in shock and pain at hearing this and determinedly said, "Merlin, you are not a monster, you are a brave man who was injured protecting his king, and his friend. Your scars do not make you less of the person you were, if anything they make you something more. These wounds." She gently ran her had along the bandages, "Show the world what I have always known about you. That you, my son are a brave, selfless, wonderful man, who is deserving of respect."

Merlin blinked up at her as the tears fell freely down his face, and asked, "really?" In a chocked voice.

Hunith nodded, "Most definitely, I am very proud of you Merlin. I have always been proud of you, but now it's even greater. And I know your father would be proud of you as well."

Merlin wrapped his arms around his mother and leaned into her, "Thank you, it's just so hard, knowing that people will always be starring and whispering, knowing that I'll never look at myself the same way again. Knowing that no one else will, probably the worst is knowing that Arthur will be wracked with guilt every time he sees me, even though this wasn't his fault."

Hunith held him saying, "Arthur, undoubtedly regrets you being injured, but he will always be your friend. Arthur will always stay with you, and so will everyone else. This won't be easy Merlin, you're going to have to deal with a lot, but remember that Gauis, your friends, and I are all here for you. We always have been and we always will be. As long as you have that, and have faith in yourself you'll be able to get past anything."

Merlin said, nothing as he nodded into his mother's embrace. After he had finished crying, again, Merlin pulled back and wiped his face, "Arthur's right I am turning into a girl."

Hunith smiled at hearing Merlin try to take on his usual joking tone, it was a good sign he would recover. Hunith said, "good, now how about you get out of this room."

Merlin looked up shocked, "What?! Mother I don't think I…"

Hunith held a hand up to dissuade Merlin's argument, "You can't hide in here forever Merlin. You need to face the world sooner or later, and the longer you wait the harder it's going to be."

Merlin swallowed, "You're right, I know you're right. It's just, I haven't felt much like leaving."

Hunith gave him a knowing look, "You've been hiding and you well know it."

Merlin blushed sheepishly, "Yes I have. Oh, fine let's go then, before I change my mind and lock myself in my bedroom."

Merlin stood and they walked out to the courtyard together. When they arrived they found that Arthur had decided to give Merlin and Hunith as much time together as possible so he had called the knights together to train. They were all standing in the field wearing armor and sparring with each other when Merlin and Hunith arrived. Arthur was facing Gwaine, while Percival was sparing with Leon, and Elyan spared with Sir Trevor, a tall dark haired knight whose father had been a good friend and ally of King Uther.

As Merlin and Hunith walked out into the sun Merlin blinked at the light and felt his eyes water. Percival instantly lowered his guard, and Sir Leon had to wildly drop his sword to keep from injuring the larger knight, "Percival what the Hell?"

Percival shouted, "good to see you out Merlin!" Leon turned instantly as the others all dropped their weapons and turned to see Merlin standing shyly next to his mother in the warm afternoon sun.

Merlin blushed brightly, but didn't lower his gaze, "good to be seen." And gave his usual lopsided grin, which pulled painfully at his wounds once again.

Arthur walked forward and clapped Merlin on the shoulder, "About damn time you got outside."

Merlin shrugged, "Can't hide forever right?"

Arthur tousled Merlin's as he said, "Definitely not."

Merlin muttered, "Get off." As he pulled back grinning once again. The others in the courtyard all starred openly at Merlin, news of his wounding had spread across Camelot, but it was clear no one had realized how extensive the damage had been. Merlin looked around the courtyard, but found that he didn't really care about all the people starring, he had nothing to be ashamed of and he was not going to let them force him into feeling ashamed.

Merlin and Hunith walked over to the side of the field and sat on the grass as they watched Arthur and the resume their sparring match. As Merlin watched them fight he remembered all of the things he had already faced in his struggle to help Arthur become king and realized that his wounding was simply the latest challenge to face, and that he would face it as he had faced all the others because he was determined to see the time of Albion come to pass, and he because he knew that like it or not Arthur needed Merlin by his side. Arthur may be an annoying, frustrating, egotistical prate, but he was also Merlin's friend and Merlin wouldn't let anything stand in the way of that bond.