Update: I have finished a sequel for this story. You can find it on my profile page.
Merlin (c) BBC
A/N: Yeah, first story on here so enjoy..? It's short but sweet.
Freya lay on the ground trembling and sobbing. Merlin's jacket spread over her naked and broken body. The pain tore through her shoulder, traveled down her back, to her legs, to her stomach, up her neck, and to her head. It was unbearable. It burned, it ached, it stung, but it numbed her. Merlin was holding her, and there were tears in his eyes. Freya shuddered. "I'm going to make you better, Freya." he promised. His face was pained, but determined. Freya looked up at him, and she shook her head slightly. "No, Merlin. The wound is too deep." She turned her face away unable to watch him weep for her any longer. He shook his head, and she breathed laboriously. "Please. Go." She pleaded. "No. I'm not leaving you here." he said.
He can not lose her. He must not lose her. He will not lose her.
Freya looked back up into his eyes, and saw his love, his pain, and his strength reflected in them. "I can save you. I must save you. I will save you." he told her. He held his hands just above her shoulder, and his eyes flashed gold. He tried again and again, and his eyes grew brighter each time, but it was no use. He wracked his brain for something, anything, that could help. Suddenly he spat out foreign words, and it felt as though her skin was melting, then mending itself. It burned fiercely, and she shrieked in pain. It was so hot, so agonizing, and she could feel her consciousness slipping away. Merlin, too, was faltering. He was using every ounce of his power, strength, heart, and spirit. With one final burst of magic her wound was healed, and she quickly faded into unconsciousness. Merlin was knocked back slightly, and he sunk to the ground.
When Freya awoke it was dark, but her eyes slowly began to adjust. The torch was burnt out, and she was shivering violently. Her body was numbingly cold, but she could still feel a dull ache in her shoulder. Her teeth were chattering so hard it made her head hurt. "M-M-Merlin," she stuttered, but she neither felt nor heard him stir. She tried again, and this time a shiver knocked a sound out of her that was just loud enough to penetrate his thick wall of slumber. Merlin slowly moved and knelt at her side. "I'm C-Cold." Freya shivered. Merlin looked to be contemplating something. He knew his magic would still be too weak to start a fire, but he had to warm her up somehow. He nodded his head slightly and started to remove his clothing sheepishly. "W-What..?" Freya asked puzzled. He gave her a stern but tender look. "Don't." he said quietly. Freya's face colored and she averted her eyes. Merlin put his long arms around her small frame, and she winced as he pulled her close to him. He covered the both of them up with the clothing lying around them, and he cautiously reached for the dress that was laid out on the other side of her and added it to their blanket of clothing.
Freya laid her head back on Merlin's chest, and she listened to his heart beat. It calmed her and it made her feel safe. Lying in his arms she felt his warmth embrace her, and she loved it. Merlin, who loved and accepted her, made her feel whole. He freed her from certain death, and showed her nothing but kindness despite the warnings of her curse. For a long time she had not known love or sympathy or compassion. For a long time she felt dead and hollow. Merlin had saved her from herself, and awoke something inside her that she thought had died. Most of all he mended her broken heart. She turned her head to face Merlin and looked into his eyes. She lightly pressed her lips to his for a moment, then turned back and fell asleep.
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