Chapter 3:
I don't know why I am continuing with this group of one shots, only one person reviews. But I find that even one review is enough to inspire me, so thank you Nettle29, for your continued support and ideas.
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If you asked Merlin to describe Mordred in one word, he would say Distraction. Not just because he was constantly taking up space in his mind, but also because he seemed to have a mission to stop Merlin from focusing on his job, be it saving Arthur and restoring magic, or his day to day job as a manservent. He always tried to talk to Merlin when he was alone in the armoury, cleaning the Prat's equipment, after training, as if Merlin would be his friend if he bugged him enough.
And that was exactly what he was doing now, stood, like always, by the door, trying to start a conversation with him. He talked about normal topics at first, the weather, the knights, patrols he had been on. Then his feeble attempt at socialising with the warlock would lead him to topics that should be kept under lock and key, magic, spells, destiny. Merlin responded with one word answers, not in the mood to start a magic bonding club with the only other sorcerer (apart from Gaius) in Camelot.
Yet still Mordred prattled on, jumping from one topic to another. Merlin wondered if this was how Arthur felt when he talked to him in the mornings. If so, Merlin would do it more often, it was clearly very irritating.
"What do you want Mordred?" Merlin asked, placing the armour he had been cleaning on the wood floor.
"What? I just want talk, we can be friends. I just don't understand why you are so afraid of me?" Mordred responded innocently, shifting from foot to foot nervously.
Merlin was tempted, really tempted, to just lie. To say that he had some normal, justified reason for pushing the young knight away. Merlin was sure, if not for the prophecy, he would've been friends with Mordred. So he decided to tell the truth.
"I'm not afraid of you, I'm afraid of what you will become." Saying it out loud made it sound so silly, so much like Uther, when he killed children because they may become evil sorcerers. That thought scared Merlin more than anything, except Arthur dying.
"That's not at all far, I don't know what I might become, I could prove you wrong!" Mordred complained.
"I don't know if I can trust you." Merlin retorted simply.
"Then try, you won't know unless you try. Please, I want to be your friend." Mordred sounded so wise and childish in the same sentence that Merlin was tempted to laugh. But instead, he decided to ignore the dragon for once, and be Mordred's. Not straight away, but he would give him the chance.
"Ok, prove to me that trusting you isn't a mistake. I will give you this chance, no more."
"Thank you, I won't let you down."
AN: Wow that was short, sorry about that, life has dictated me, and I have been writing other fics.
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