Hope you guys like it! I had this plot in my head for a while and now that S5 is coming out in two days, I finally took up the courage to write it! Enjoy!

As the Ice Thaws

"Gwyn, I will never forgive you for this; never in a thousand years. You'll regret this when you're on your death bed thinking about all the things you could have done differently and that friend you once had who stopped talking to you because you traumatized him for life and permanently damaged his self-esteem." Merlin is only partly joking, the corners of his mouth turned down.
"Drama queen," she replies, rolling her eyes at him pointedly. "You promised to help me out with Lance if I agreed to make a move."
"I never once mentioned ice-skating!" he hisses, "This is going to be a nightmare and you know it. I can barely walk straight and you think I'll be able to glide?"
"Oh my god, there he is!" she whispers nervously, looking up at the entrance that was some few meters to Merlin's right.
Merlin spends about two seconds antagonizing her for taking him for granted before he turns his head towards the entrance door and his mouth goes dry. Lance looks as amazing and well endowed as always, in a cream coloured shirt with dark blue jeans. Ironically, that isn't what makes Merlin's mind run blank and his body stiffen. Beside Lance, stands the football champion of Camelot High- the typical star quarterback Arthur Brutus Pendragon. Merlin turns his head away before he makes a fool of himself and looks pleadingly at Gwyn, who appears to be slightly dazed as she stared unashamedly at Lancelot Du Lac.
"Gwyn, you can't be serious. Arthur Pendragon is HERE. He and his friends will never leave me alone once he sees how terrible I am at this. I'll be a goner. They'll call me names and bash me up and throw me into the rubbish bins near the car park."
This time she looks at him, her large brown eyes narrowed. "Merlin, that's enough. Lance would never let him do that to you, and I think you're misjudging him. He wouldn't be such a model student if he spent his time with the bullying crowd. Arthur's actually not so terrible; he's been perfectly lovely to me so far."
Merlin looks at her in disbelief and speaks slowly, as if speaking to a child. "Gwyn, you're a girl; you have nothing to fear from him. His father owns the majority of the city; he's probably buying off Arthur's perfect records. It wouldn't be the first time something like that's happened in Camelot. He's part of the jocks- you know, the men who are three times my size- I have everything to fear from them. Lance isn't always around to be the knight in shining armour, certainly not for me."
"Well, it's not like he'll be watching you- just forget about him. Look at them, they're going separate paths anyway," she says. Merlin looks and indeed, Arthur has disappeared and Lance is striding towards Gwyn, who is blushing furiously, with a large grin on his face.
"Please, Merlin," she continues earnestly, "I need you here for moral support. It's my first time ice-skating too." Merlin sighs, and knows the battle is lost.
"You came," Lancelot says, sounding absolutely delighted. Merlin smiles at his sincerity and thinks that maybe this would be worth it.
"I wanted to see you," she replies, smiling shyly, "although I should probably warn you that neither I nor Merlin has any practice with this."
Lancelot looks at Merlin, his kind eyes assessing, and clasps his hand gently, as if trying not to scare him off.
"I'm sure he'll be fine. I can't help both of you at once, but there's always some staff ready in the back to help out first-timers. It's a pleasure to meet you, Merlin; are you studying in Camelot High like us?"
Merlin guessed that it was only to be expected that Lancelot Du Lac wouldn't know who he was after almost a year studying the same course. "I am actually, yes. I'm taking English AP with you in Mrs. Clarke's class."
Lancelot has the sense to look slightly abashed. "Of course, Merlin, I remember you now. Right, well if you two are ready to skate, I'd love to be the one to teach you. The next shift is in fifteen minutes- over this way," he gestured to the queue and wrapped his hand around Gwyn's as he followed somewhat behind her.
There aren't too many people, but there are enough for Merlin to remain unnoticeable in the shadows with. He puts his skates on and ties the laces extra carefully, but then nearly drops them in shock when the rest of the staff comes out. Arthur's leading them, taking them around the rink and placing them in various strategic positions. Merlin watches him glide across the rink effortlessly, his golden hair quivering with the speed with which he glides across the ice. He looks ravishing in a navy blue uniform with round, golden buttons and displays a soft smile on his flushed face as he does a lap around the rink, spins to a graceful stop and then leaves the area amidst a small round of admiring applause. The part of Merlin's brain that isn't going through a minor panic attack knowing that Arthur might see the true extent of his clumsiness wondered what on earth a Pendragon has to work a part time job for. He takes a deep breath of air, and sees Gwyn cast him a look as contrite as is possible for her to make while Lance has his arm around her waist, guiding her to the rink. He is slightly consoled when she looks back at him and mutters a hasty "thank you" before entering the rink. He watches her trip and watches also, as Lance holds her still. He stands up on the carpet with his skates on and shakes, trying to keep his balance. He shuts his eyes and laments again that he is too shy and embarrassed to ask for help from another member of the staff.

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