Wake

"Merlin!"

Lancelot shook Merlin awake. "Your destiny calls," he said with a wry smile.

"Merlin!"

Merlin rubbed his eyes. "Quite piercingly," he agreed, fumbling for his jacket.

"MERLIN!"

"Coming!" Merlin called back, one arm through his jacket. He yawned again. "Thanks, Lancelot."

Lancelot watched Merlin work his other arm into the jacket as he skidded around the corner, taking the stairs a precarious three at a time. A few seconds later, the door slammed shut, and a faint "There you are" could be heard from the hallway.

Lancelot smiled faintly at the retreating footsteps. "Anything to help a friend," he said, following Merlin out the door.