Merlin Come Home
Chapter Four
Set just after Agravaine left the petrol station.
"Morgana, how can you be sure?" Arthur asked his sister as they walked down the stairs.
"Arthur, when it comes to Merlin, I would never lie. I swear,after Agravaine asked Merlin to go on a sight seeing trip this morning, when he wasn't looking, our Uncle glared at him. Like he was planning something. You know he doesn't approve of you being...who you are and we both know he hates Merlin."
Arthur froze when they got to the bottom of the stairs "But what would he do? He wouldn't...you know?"
She shook her head "No. I know he's creepy and maybe a bit mental, but I wouldn't class him as a killer."
"Ha! I would. He killed Aithusa."
"Arthur. She was old. It was her time."
"Morgana, Aithusa was heathly as you and me. Agravaine put her down after she tore his trousers apart. He"s never been a cat lover."
"She tore his trousers?"
"It was his fault. He stepped on her tail. I loved my cat, now shes gone thanks to him!" he spat.
Morgana sighed "Arthur is this about your cat or your boyfriend?"
"Merlin! Sis, the point is yes. I would class him as a killer. My Merlin is alone with him."
"Merlin has his phone with him. If he was in danger, he would of called us. So calm down."
He sighed "Yeah, suppose your right."
"I know." She smiled with her head held high as she strided out the hall and into the living room.
Arthur rolled his eyes and shook his head as he followed her.
After an hour, a car pulled up and a grinning Agravaine got out.
Still smiling, he opened the door.
After taking his coat and snow caked shoes off, he walked into the living room and froze when he saw the Pendragon siblings standing by the Christmas Tree, pointing and laughing at the photos hanging on it.
"You looked so cute, Arthur."
He shoved her "Shut up."
Silently pouring himself a drink, Agravaine sat on the armchair and starting sipping his whiskey. Closing his eyes as he enjoyed the taste and warmth of the fireplace, he started to drift off.
"Agravaine!"
Snapping his eyes open, he looked over at Arthur and Morgana staring at him.
"You're back." Arthur stated.
"Yes?" he answered in a dull voice.
"Where's Merlin?"
'Shit. Quick think, think!'
"Toilet. Out of the car like a rocket. Must be the weather."
Arthur narrowed his eyes "I didn't see him run past."
"Neither did I." Morgana said, backing her brother up.
"Well, you two were looking at the photos on the tree."
Before they could answer, the door opened with a bang.
A shivering, wet and tired looking Merlin, stumbled in.
"Merlin!" Arthur breathed as he ran to hug him.
Merlin however didn't return it. His eyes were locked on Agravaine.
Pulling away, Arthur looked at his boyfriend "Merlin baby? Are you alright?"
"Al-al-alright? Am I-I alright? Y-you're Uncle l-left me at the p-p-petrol station." he stuttered out.
Arthur snapped his head round at his Uncle "He did what?!" he yelled.
"I had to w-walk for miles in the c-c-cold, the wet. I am tired, upset, and f-fucking annoyed. AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"
Merlin stalked over to him with a daggers in his eyes.
Agravaine woke with silent gasp.
Looking round frantically, he saw Morgana staring down at him, arms crossed. If looks could kill, he would be ash.
"Morgana, sweetie?"
"Arthur wants you." she said deadpanned. Bending down, she whispered "Outside. By your car."
Placing his glass on a table nearby, he rose and walked outside with a glaring Morgana hot on his heels.
Once out, he stopped, mouth open and eyes wide when he saw his nephew.
"Uncle?" he asked with narrowed eyes. "I came out here to get the presents in your boot and something caught my eye. On the back seat."
In his arms, he was holding a black coat. He reached inside the pockets and pulled out a new brown wallet which Arthur brought him for his eighteenth birthday and a gold iPhone six.
"Just answer me one question, Uncle and I want the truth."
Agravaine gulped as he feared the question.
"WHERE IS HE? AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY MERLIN?!" he yelled with gritted teeth.
'Fuck!'
The Italic writing was a dream Agravaine had