Day Seven

Time: medieval

Character(s): Gaius, Merlin

Pairing: Merlin x Gwaine


Gaius was still trying to figure out what had led him to believe that anything Merlin and him might produce could turn out normal.

They were currently trying – trying being the key word here – to make dough for a cake. The problem was only that both of them didn't seem to be fully concentrated on the task at hand and both of them also seemed to have different definitions of a normal cake.

Merlin turned around to gaze out of the window absent-mindedly and sighed. Gaius knew that something was bothering the boy; he just didn't know how to approach the topic without making his apprentice shy away from him.

He didn't pay attention to the ingredients he was mixing into the dough. Although he had a feeling that the liquid he was supposed to pour over the dough and mix in slowly wasn't blue like the potion he had made for the Lady Morgana last night…

Oh well it's not as if it would kill them, right? What's done already couldn't be changed anymore…

He fixed his eyes back on Merlin, who hadn't seemed to notice that something had gone wrong with the dough. He was still staring out the window, as if he was waiting for something. Or rather someone. Although Merlin had tried his best to hide it, Gaius knew about him and Gwaine. How could he not have noticed, with the two of them sneaking around, and Merlin leaving in the middle of the night only to come back in the morning, grinning like an idiot? It was rather obvious really.

He still didn't know how to talk to him about it though. What the two of them were doing was dangerous after all! Gwaine was banned and Uther surely wouldn't be too pleased if he found him in Camelot, or if he found out that his son's manservant had … 'spent his free time' with Gwaine.

He walked across the room, searching for the eggs. He was sure he had put them somewhere here when he came back from the market.

"Merlin, could you go on with kneading the dough, while I'm searching for the next ingredients? It said in the recipe, that the dough should always be worked with once you started making it."

He only got a mumbled reply from the young warlock but he took that as a yes.

When he found the eggs, he tipped Merlin on the shoulder. "You can let me go on with the work now, boy."

"Umm, I don't really think I can Gaius…"

Merlin took a step away from the table.

Why had he left him alone with the dough again?

Well, as long as you could still call that dough of course. It was pink. And it appeared to be very much alive.

"Merlin, what did you do this time…?"