The noise that wakes me up is made by my alarm clock, or my phone ringing; I am not sure. I get up and I realize I slept in the same clothes I was yesterday. I have a terrible headache that I can't control; a headache that takes me to the past and all I see around is Camelot: the perfect woods with the sound of the hooves on the ground, the never-ending path to the Citadel covered by flowers that make you get lost. I shake my head and for a moment I regret I left that kingdom, I regret I started this life, thinking that I could find Arthur, believing the words of a dragon. If I stayed there, maybe Camelot would still be here, and Arthur would be my King and I would be his sorcerer. I knuckle away my tears before they fall and I pick up my phone.
My alarm started ringing hours ago and I have a lot of missed calls, the last one from Mycroft. For a second I forget who he is and I stay there, in the middle of the room, trying to remember who Mycroft was. When I remember, I know I am in trouble. He said 8 o'clock. It is already 7:30 so I take the suit I had yesterday and run quickly to the door. I take a cab and when I tell him to hurry up he tells me there's nothing to worry about. "You don't know my boss. He can get very angry if I don't arrive on time." I am trying to ignore the terrible headache that I am still having and after I pay the cabbie I run to Mycroft's office. I forget to knock on the door and when I enter, I look at the clock and I am happy I am not late.
Mycroft raises an eyebrow and he tries to smile. He stands up and looks at me. "You are wearing the same clothes you wore yesterday. Don't tell me the mighty London doesn't suit your tastes." I don't say anything. I just sit down without his permission. I don't dare ask him anything because of the way he is looking at me. "Look, I assume you didn't want me here to admire my suit or to mess my program. So, before you say anything, I just want you to tell me who Lestrade is." Mycroft starts laughing and I feel a little embarrassed. "Look, Merlin, I am not your informer. You aren't working here to find out more information about that thing you are looking for. And also, I thought you went to my brother to ask his help." I stand up and put my hands on his desk, creating a big noise. "I don't need his help. All I need is a little bit of information. I can't just walk on the street and say: Hello, my name is Merlin and I am a private detective searching for his beloved. I can't do that! I need a little bit of help, Mycroft! So you stop looking down to me and cooperate." – I say almost yelling to him, forgetting that he could kick me out in any moment. After I realize it, I still stay there, watching him, even though I know I won't put my foot in this office again. But I am taking that risk.
Mycroft stands up and comes near me. "You are impulsive and you are willing to do anything in order to get what you want. I like you." – he whispers in my ear and I do nothing but stay there, crippled, waiting for him to kick me out. But he doesn't. He just goes back on his leather chair, smiling to me. "I will give you that address, but I need to know what you are going to ask him." I grin and I raise my shoulders. "I don't know" – I say confused – "I never thought about it. I just want to find this man and at the moment I will see what I am going to ask him". I see in Mycroft's eyes that he doesn't believe me and after a few seconds he confirms it. "I don't believe you. You are smart Merlin. You need to have a plan." "I don't." – I answer him quickly and if Sherlock were here, he would know I was lying. Mycroft nods and he writes some numbers and letters that make no sense to me on a piece of paper. He gives it to me and I drag it to my pocket.
I grin and before I walk out on the door, I look at Mycroft. "Call me a cab, please." I don't stay long enough to see his reaction or the look he probably gave me and I leave that building that seems a palace, waiting for the cab.