Drabble One: They Don't Have What We Have

Ok, so I'm drabbling. Everything was telling me that I would, and then I wrote one and couldn't stop for a bit! I've got a few more lined up, but I'll probably only publish them if you enjoy this :) This is crack fic, apparently. I'm still coming to terms with all the names you have for different types of stories, but I reckon that's what this little drabble is :) By the way, I've only rated this T for safety in case I write more :) Please review :D


They Don't Have What We Have

Merlin looked at his neckerchief.

"It's you, isn't it?" he said to the cloth, "I've had you all my life, without realising that it's you everyone's laughing at when they see me. 'Oh look', they say 'there's Merlin. I can tell because of that stupid thing he wears round his neck!' You know, I ought to just throw you away." And Merlin held the neckerchief over the fire. He stood there, frozen, and then cried "I'm so sorry! I would never do that to you, ever." And he put it back on. "They just want what we have. That's all."