SORRY FOR THE WAIT! Real life stuff got in the way .
OH! And I also need you to help me choose pairings. If I get too many varied results then i'll just go with Merlin/Arthur or nothing at all. :3 And Bethany in this chapter is based on somebody at school I REALLY want to smack.
In the face.
With a chair. :)
And she has a weird way of speech. She ends a sentance by swapping a vowel for a heavy "Ar" sound. It really does make your eye twitch. So I will put the translations next to the words for you. ^_^ And just remember that nobody knows about Merlin's magic apart from Gaius and Lancelot.
Merlin's eyes were closed tightly as he lay against Gaius's side, the physician's arm around his shoulders and keeping him in a firm hold. He was distantly aware of voices in the background, sometimes speaking his name and others speaking of Freya… Well, they spoke of a person names You-know-who, but Merlin knew they meant his Freya. His heart suddenly gave a pang as he realised it was no longer his Freya, but stupid, arrogant, ugly, stupid Osterid. He was pulled out from a mental vision of murdering Osterid brutally with a fork by Gaius's hand gently shaking his arm.
"Merlin," Gaius's voice was quiet and almost soothing. "Time to wake up." Merlin's eyes blearily opened, and groaned in protest as he was lifted into the air. "Percival, please carry him back to my chambers."
"Of course, Gaius." Percival's voice was also quite silent, which was quite a shock considering his size. Merlin's head lulled to the side, into the knight's chest. Percival sighed quietly. The man in his arms was a broken one, since Freya had left. Percival had often caught the manservant crying to himself whilst in the armoury. He hadn't ever said anything, but he had seen. Percival had to agree with Leon, though. Going after Frey a would only make things a hell of a lot worse. They reached Gaius's chambers, and the physician led him into Merlin's room. The room was pretty tidy, which was suprising considering how clumsy and forgetful the servant was. The bulky knight rested Merlin gently on his bed and pulled a blanket over his tiny body. Percival brushed the hair from Merlin's forehead, then quickly left the room.
The next day found Merlin trudging through the castle, on the way to get the Prince's breakfast, when he suddenly came across a real swat of a servant - Bethany. She flicked her long brown hair over her shoulder and smiled in a sickly sweet way.
"Morning, Merlin." Bethany said.
"Hello Bethany." Merlin tried to push past her, not really in the mood for her annoying voice or hair-flicking.
"Nooooo-ar (No!) ! Merlin, don't go-ar! (Go!) Stay heahr. (Here.)" Bethany whined, flicking her hair and grabbing his arm. Merlin, getting quite peeved at the moment, pushed her off and made to walk away. Suddenly, he was pushed up against the wall, Bethany's cold lips on his. His eyes widened, and he pushed her off him, his face a pure mask of anger.
"How DARE you!" Merlin shouted at the giggling servant. "WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO KISS ME, WENCH?"
As Merlin moved forward to potentially maim the stupid whore, he felt two hands on each of his arms, pulling him back. Bethany was happily skipping away as Merlin was held in an arm lock.
"Merlin," Sir Leon's voice whispered soothingly in his ear. "Deep breaths, calm down."
"Let's take him to Arthur's chambers." Gwaine's voice spoke from the other side of him. "I think Lancelot said he and Percival were heading there to speak with Arthur about guard duty in the upper town."
The two stronger men ignored Merlin's struggles as they made their way up the stairs. The guards outside Arthur's doors stepped aside, now completely used to things like this happening. Leon and Gwaine almost carried Merlin into the room and onto a chair, where Gwaine held Merlin's (Who was still struggling by the way.) shoulders firmly to keep him from moving. Arthur's brow furrowed as he, Lancelot and Percival made their way over to the struggling servant.
"Somebody care to explain what's happened?" Lancelot asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, you know that serving girl? Bethany?" Leon started. They jumped at Merlin's growl. Arthur nodded. "She er..." Leon dropped his voice. "She kissed Merlin."
"SHE WHAT?" Lancelot and Arthur yelled at the same time.
"Shh!" Percival hushed them. "Something else must have happened."
"Sure as." Gwaine said. "Merlin got really angry. He pushed her away, yelled at her then tried to hit her."
"Merlin!" Arthur scolded.
"We know you're angry Merlin, but you could have hurt Bethany. No matter how much she deserves it, she could easily get you in trouble." Lancelot said in a stern voice. Merlin looked at his lap, not even struggling anymore.
"She kissed me." Merlin said in a low voice. "And it reminded me that Freya isn't here anymore... that she'll never kiss me again."
The knights's hearts dropped. Of course... how could they be so stupid? Arthur sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. As the prince he would have to deal with the situation. His manservant had attempted to assault a serving girl, and Arthur knew that if his father took charge of it, Merlin could easily be banished, and the prince was not prepared to lose his friend. Arthur sighed again as Leon began to speak.
"I'll summon Gaius to bring a sleeping draught up for him. Gwaine, Lancelot, try and get him to calm down." The knight ordered, heading out the door.
Well that was a crappy ending... ah well, i'll edit it afterwars. :/
SO. How do you like over protective knights and slutty whore Bethany?