Hey, I am to post these sooner so I don't lose interest and so you, if you haven't already, don't lose interest either. Thanks again for reading, I hope you enjoy it.
"Where have you been!" Gaius yelled furious, as Merlin stumbled in to the physicians chamber swaying only to get a response of a hiccup and a frown. "Are you drunk?"
"What'sss it too you!" Merlin yelled back now also looking furious. Now Gaius knew there was something wrong. Merlin got giddy when drunk, not angry and he almost never went to the tavern and got this drunk. He clearly spent his day there.
The young man barged past him, knocking him in the shoulder as he went past. "Watch where you're going!" He slurred looking over his shoulder and tripping over the step into his room landing on the floor, cursing.
It took everything Gaius had not to laugh, however he knew Merlin would not laugh with him and it would be dangerous to do such a thing now Merlin was acting so differently. So instead he tried to help the drunken man up, only to be shoved off.
Merlin was lying across his bed, where he had dumped himself. Gaius went and sat on the end of his bed, surprised that he hadn't been ordered to get off it.
"Is everything alright, Merlin? Do you want to tell me anything." He waited patiently for a response.
"Fine. Everythings fine!" Merlin mumbled.
"Okay, I am here if you need me- don't forget that my boy. Good night."
"Ummmm, yeah night Gaius."
He left Merlin and his drunkenness to search the library for the markings on Merlins arm, while Merlin went to sleep. It was going to be a long night…
(Merlin)
It had been hard. Very hard indeed to keep his act up and he knew he hadn't done it very well at all. He should not have gotten that drunk, his cover could have been blown if he had said anything. It took him awhile to remember that he even had a cover until he fell. The old man had been in to wake him several moments ago, the thought of getting up hurt.
The pounding in his head was unbearable. He sluggishly walked into Gaius' chambers rubbing his head. He was wearing what he would have usually worn, on Morganas command however nothing could make him wear the neckerchief. Nothing, he didn't care if he was trying to look good and nice.
The old man had his back to him and he mentally told himself to start the performance.
"Morning!" he said trying to sound cheerful, however it still sounded bitter. Gaius still looked surprised at his change in attitude.
"Merlin!" He smiled, looking slightly relieved "Good morning, hows your head?"
"Painful." Merlin said grimacing. Gaius passed him a small bottle with liquid in it. He looked up questioningly.
"It's a tonic for your head, I knew you would be slightly hung over from yesterday's adventures and I was already creating the regular supply for Sir Gwaine."
Merlin nodded and drank it then sat at the table, knowing this was what he usually did. Gaius went on about people in the lower town who were sick and Merlin sat patiently listening, but secretly praying he could be anywhere else, as they ate there breakfast as soon as he was finished he jumped up and picked up his bag and pulled on his jacket.
He looked up to see Gaius looking slightly paler.
"Is everything alright?" He asked just wanting to leave, however he had to stay in character.
"Yes…. Yes fine, you should go. Arthur wasn't happy at all when you didn't show up for work."
The two men parted ways. Merlin to start his duties as Manservant/ spy, and Gaius's to look start his search again. As the hope he had of Merlins miraculous recovery from moodiness had evaporated when he saw the black lightning was still there.
(Arthur)
When Merlin turned up he was already dressed, pacing around his chambers awaiting his breakfast. "Merlin! What time do you call this! You weren't even here yesterday! Did it not occur to you in that thick head of yours, to get a replacement? Or …. I don't know…. Let me know ?" He laughed not meaning to sound too harsh, Gaius seemed to hint that he was overworking Merlin yesterday.
"Sorry, Sire." Merlin replied. "Your breakfast is served, Sire."
Sire. Sire. Merlin called him Sire. When there was no nobles around… and not taking the mick. Maybe he was being too harsh.
"Thanks. Look, Merlin. I didn't mean to be so….Well harsh. Just let me know if you need some time off next time, okay."
"Yes, Sire." Again with the 'Sire'. "Is everything alright, Merlin. You're being …odd. You know ... not your witty self."
"Everything's fine, Sire."
"Good, in that case you can polish my armour and clean out the horses. We are going hunting tomorrow so they will like a clean stable to return to. I'd like a clean room for when I return too, so you can clean that too." He said patting him on the back sarcastically, and leaving him too it, surprised at the lack of a sarcastic comment in return as he had basically set himself up for one.
Sorry for sounding rude but please, again review. I know more of you than that has read this since I first posted this. Do you like it still, or should I stop? I kind of wanted to just build up the story a little bit more so sorry nothing much happens yet.
I think the last episode is soooo much like the original story in my head it's unbelievable so I might change it a bit, did you enjoy the last ep ?