The second time that Merlin met the Doctor

Hey guys this is the second and final part of this two shot story. I honestly don't know whether it is any good. I have another idea for a crossover but I'm not sure yet where it will take me. Anyway I don't own Merlin or Doctor Who. Read and enjoy.

Many years had passed before he got to see that mad man in a box again, and so much had changed. The Doctor had been right, he couldn't stop living just because he was waiting. So he decided to travel, changing personalities as he went. He was a peasant in one life and a Lord in the next. He fought in the world that was supposed to end all wars, he had nursed soldiers back to health in the Second World War.

He had seen bloodshed and pain, anger and hurt. He had felt so much loss, but no matter how bad things got, he always remembered what the Doctor had said, "You will find him again, I have seen it."

And eventually he did. It took 2 millennium, but he finally had found Arthur again and all the pain was worth it. He had cried, then again so had Arthur. There had been questions, answers which had caused both joy and grief.

About five years after Arthur had returned Merlin noticed it. He was aging again, but rather than the fear he had seen on so many other's faces at that realisation, he instead felt relief.

Together Arthur and he lead a wonderful life, full of more love and joy than all his other lifetimes put together. They were both old when Arthur passed away. It was quietly in his sleep with little fuss or angst, so calm compared to his previous death.

It was only a week later when Merlin called the Doctor to him using the key that had laid forgotten in a draw. The familiar sound that right in that moment it was the most beautiful sound in the world to Merlin. Then the Doctor was there standing right in front of him, looking so young. Younger than when they had met all those years ago. It was obvious from the way he looked at Merlin that this version of the Doctor had not yet made it to that meeting in Camelot, and suddenly it made sense to Merlin. His whole life had been leading up to this moment, this second of seeing the Doctor once again.

"Come in," Merlin invited relaxing back into his chair.

The Doctor entered the room and looked around in confusion, "How did you call me?"

"The Key," Merlin said holding it up, "We don't have much time, but we can enjoy a cup of tea."

The Doctor smiled brightly at him, "I'm never one to turn down a cup of tea," the Doctor grabbed a cup before sitting down in front of him, "Do you have a biscuit?"

"Jammie dodger," Merlin said watching the Doctor's eyes light up in the most childish way, "So it has been a while."

"I don't think we've met before," The Doctor said almost apologetically, before taking a bit of the biscuit.

"But you will soon," Merlin smiled back at him, "In a place called The Lake of Albion, just outside of Camelot."

"Camelot is a myth," The Doctor replied back uncertainly.

"It is no more of a myth than you or I are Doctor. I need you to do something for me, back by that Lake about 2 millennium ago, there was a young man who was grieving for the loss of his best friend and he needs hope. He needs someone to assure him that his best friend will come back to him," Merlin picked up the photo frame next to him before handing it to the Doctor, "This is Arthur, my best friend, my whole world. You're the one who gave my hope, Doctor."

"I promise," The Doctor said sincerely.

Merlin nodded gratefully as he felt his chest tighten slightly, "Can you stay with me Doctor, until I'm sleeping?"

The Doctor nodded taking Merlin's hand, "I haven't asked what your name is?"

"Merlin," he replied as his eyes grew heavier, feeling himself sinking down. The darkness edging into his brain, "I am Emrys."

Okay so that this one finished. I didn't really want to do something that was really long as my exams have just finished so I'm just getting back into writing once again, which will probably take a little bit of time.

Until next time

Artistic-Blue-Eyes

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