Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.
(AN: This is 200 words, because if I only have a few episodes left to write about, I'm not going to limit myself that much.)
Arthur was going to be the death of him. All this sneaking and tricking and struggling, pretending to be an old woman—though that at least had been entertaining—what was it all for? To be forgotten, seen as a burden, to be brushed aside without thought. What an ass Arthur was...
But Merlin really wouldn't have it any other way. They had Gwen back, and everyone was happy and whole. Merlin had no right to expect better fortune than that.
And if Arthur never ever found out that Merlin had been the crazy old sorceress, so much the better.
Merlin was going to be the death of him. Who else could get arrested for treason, poisoned, pushed down a ravine, fall off a cliff, chased by a dragon, and kidnapped by sorceress in the space of a week?
But though each brush with danger got closer, Arthur still needed his oldest friend at his side.
But looking down the cliff and seeing Merlin sprawled on the rocks… being trapped just feet from his friend and not knowing if he was dead or alive…
Well, if Merlin never knew how Arthur really felt at that moment, so much the better.
