This is a result of watching Merlin tonight (or, well, yesterday since it's 2 o'clock in the a.m. now). I wanted to write something, but I didn't want to work on anything already in progress (do you see my dilemma?)
So, thanks for reading, I'll update when I can, and I am sorry for throwing another story at you guys.
I don't own 'em and drop me a comment if you can
Bye!
P.S. FYI, this is totally based off The Child from my fic Protecting the Protector.
"You know what I find funny," Merlin commented swatting at another bug, wishing her were anywhere else (helping Gwen try on dresses, assisting Cook in making dinner, listening to Gaius sing some old sea shanty).
"That haircut," Arthur commented sarcastically, receiving a small chuckle from Leon and a glare from Merlin.
"No," Merlin stated looking away from Arthur. "I find it funny that I seem to wreck every hunting trip you drag me on, yet you continue to bring me along."
"Merlin, of course I bring you along. Who else is going to take care of the horses, cook us lunch…"
"Even if you're cooking skills need a bit of work, mate," Gwaine added playfully punching Merlin in the arm.
"…and otherwise entertain us with your incessant prattle?" Arthur continued as if Gwaine hadn't interjected, turning to face Merlin. The last bit, the sarcasm apparent in Arthur's voice, caused Merlin to snort, shaking his head.
"What are you going to do if I ever quit?" he asked, eyebrows rising in inquiry. "Or if I cannot help you one day?"
"I'm not sure," Arthur replied putting on a faux-thoughtful face, tapping his chin with his index finger. "Celebrate perhaps."
"Oh, I wish I had your wit, Arthur," Merlin said moving ahead of the knights, noting the smug look on Arthur's face. "It must be nice being an ass anytime you feel like it."
The smug look melted into a scowl, and Merlin grinned back. "Shut up, Merlin," Arthur grumbled lightly pushing Merlin's shoulder. It was harmless, really, the push, but having the balance of a baby deer on a good day, Merlin tripped over his feet and went down, landing on a cluster of, what looked like, rocks.
The rocks sparked to life, blue flames engulfing Merlin, and when Arthur moved forward to help Leon caught his arm, while Percival kept a hold of Gwaine. They heard a small cry of surprise, followed by a thump, and then the flames died.
Silence followed, and both Arthur and Gwaine wrenched themselves free, racing towards Merlin. A small figure laid where the servant had fallen, moving beneath a cloth that looked suspiciously like Merlin's shirt.
Gwaine and Arthur shared a look before the former reached out, slowly pulling the cloth back to reveal a small boy, maybe around 3 of 4, his messy dark hair flopping into his face, his blue eyes looking up at Arthur.
"Merlin?" Arthur whispered, his hand hovering over the boy's hair.
"Nice going, dollophead," Merlin snapped sitting up, confirming Arthur's suspicions, looking down at himself. "Look at me!"
"What happened?" Gwaine asked curiously, studying Merlin carefully.
"Maybe Gaius will know," Arthur responded dragging himself to his feet. He reached down to help Merlin up, but the boy swatted his hand away. He stood, stalking away from Arthur, muttering under his breath. "We'll just take him to Gaius."