Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.
A/N: LunaShadowWolf13 and princessmelia wanted another sequel. Well, here is the sequel to Flashes.
Merlin was tired, so very very tired. He was tired of seeing all the ways Arthur could die or how the kingdom would fall. He didn't wait to see anymore strange things, not all were of this time. He was weary of seeing contraptions made of metal that moved faster than horses and buildings taller than the sky. He wanted everything to go back to normal. He wanted to be sane.
He sat on the steps, his eyes closed, the night falling around him. He felt a presence sit down beside him, the folds of her skirt brushing against him.
"Merlin," He felt a hand on his arm, "Is everything alright?"
He sighed, oh sweet Gwen on the path of such ruin. "I'm fine."
"No, Merlin, you're not. You hardly smile anymore. You avoid people whenever possible." He felt her raise his chin, felt her examining his face. Her voice was soft, "When's the last time you had any sleep?" Sleep, the place of dreams. When he slept, he dreamed. He didn't want to dream anymore. Gwen's hand moved from his chin to his cheek. "Open your eyes."
"I can't."
"Please," she begged.
He did. Oh, the things he saw.