Summary: Merlin Meets the batty old man in room 312
A/N- Once again Beta'd by the lovely 213serendipity, and britpicked by the equally lovely Desuke-Dragonqueen
Chapter 4: Mr. Kilgarrah
Merlin was pretty sure that being harassed by the batty old man in room 312 was not in his job description. It was his second day at Camelot Med, and he had already become more comfortable with the layout of the hospital. It was during one of his delivery runs, that he ended up in the hospice center, and met Mr. Kilgarrah.
He was just passing by room 312 when he heard a chores voice call out "Merlin."
and he froze, looking around, but he could hear nothing.
"MERLIN!" came another shout, and he froze again, then looked into the nearest room, which, at first glance, appeared empty.
"Hello?" he called, tentatively stepping inside. He heard a laugh, which turned into a wheezy cough. "Where are you?" he called out, to the room at large.
A wizened old man in a wheelchair rolled out from behind the door, and said "I'm here… you're a bit smaller than I had expected, especially for a person with such a great destiny"
Merlin spluttered "Destiny? What destiny? How do you even know my name?"
The old man laughed. "I am Mr. Kilgarrah, and I know your name, as I know your destiny."
"Well that was incredibly unhelpful. Would you at least tell me what this great destiny is?"
"Your powers, Merlin… they were given to you for a reason, you know."
"How did you… never mind. Would you care to elaborate on that?" Merlin was getting more and more frustrated as the conversation went on.
"Arthur Pendragon." said Kilgarrah, simply.
"What, you mean Prince Prat? What do I have to do with him?"
"His destiny is almost as great as yours, and with your help, he will bring magic back into the land."
"You're joking. Look, there must be another Arthur, because this one's an absolute wanker."
"Well maybe it's up to you to change that"
Merlin snorted. "Even if I did believe you, how would I help him, he hates me! Not to mention the fact that he's 17. How is he supposed to bring magic back?"
"With your help, and your powers, he will bring magic back. He is the son of Uther Pendragon-"
"Exactly, he is the son of the man who is leading the magic extermination campaign." After he had found out that he wasn't unique in his abilities, Merlin had done a bit of research.
"Nevertheless," continued Kilgarrah, shooting Merlin an irritated look "He will have a lot of influence in this world, and it is up to you to make sure that his influence is a good one. Now, I believe your supervisor will be expecting you."
And with that, he ushered Merlin out of the door, ignoring his protests, and slammed it behind him, leaving Merlin alone with his thoughts.