Title: It's Like Magic

Author: Kiki1770

Rating: T for Language

Setting: 5x02, after Mordred stabs Morgana in Ismere.

Summary: Don't go…please, don't leave me here… AU to 5x02

A/N: I should be doing homework right now...but I couldn't resist this idea. This is AU to 5x02 Arthur's bane, it takes place right after Merlin gets thrown into a wall and Mordred stabs Morgana. It's AU because Gwaine and Percival help Mordred carry the King out. Warning: I'm aware that there are a lot of missing pieces in this drabble, I may or may not write a sequal in Arthur's POV.

Angst 7: Abandon

Don't go…please, don't leave me here… Merlin thought the words he could not speak as he watched the knights leave with his king. They weren't just any knights; they were Percival and Gwaine, Merlin's friends. They left him.

Blood pooled under Merlin's head, the wound from being thrown into a wall unhealed and opened. His mind slowly dimmed. He could no longer feel cold. He could no longer move his body. But he could feel the pain.

Eight years of friendship had only mounted to this, Merlin thought bitterly. Tears rolled down the sides of his face and mixed in with his blood matted hair. But of course, he was only a servant…what was his worth to the worth of a knight? He was fooling himself if he thought he was actually one of them. A sob threatened to bubble up Merlin's throat, but his body was too weak to comply.

This couldn't be the end, could it?

"Wake up Merlin," The voice was not his own and it certainly wasn't in his mind. "Get up old friend. Your destiny does not end here." Lancelot…the voice finally registered in his mind.

"I c-can't," Merlin cried out hoarsely.

"Yes you can Merlin. You are the strongest man I know. Something like this could never be the end of you," Lancelot's voice warmed Merlin enough to force himself to move. He latched onto the sharp rocky walls for support, the edges cut into his palms. Merlin blinked. His vision was darkened. He blinked again. Nothing.

"I-I can't see." He whispered brokenly, panic swelling in his chest and clenched his heart with an iron grip.

"Follow my voice, Merlin."

"But—"

"Trust me." And Merlin did. He let Lancelot's voice guide him, and felt his way around the Ismere citadel with scathed palms. Lancelot's voice leads him through the dark of the night; his presence keeping the cold from seeping into Merlin's bones. He crunched his way through the snowy plains under the darker than black night sky. He swayed and tumbled and kissed the snow many times, but Lancelot's voice gently coaxed him back to his feet.

The crunchy snow thinned and soon he heard the familiar sounds of crackling twigs. His fingers brushed the rough dead bark and he knew he'd found his way out of the snowy plains. Suddenly the warmth that had been guiding Merlin disappeared, and the cold attacked him almost immediately.

"Lancelot…" Now Merlin really was navigating blindly. In the distance, he faintly heard the noise of clanking armor and low talking. He walked in that direction, gingerly feeling his way around trees, his steps growing smaller as he grew weaker. Then he felt warmth on his face, like the heat of a crackling fire. His vision cleared enough for him to make out red capes and silver armor, and among the many men surrounding the fire, he found the crown of blond hair closest to him.

Merlin took a step forward, a twig snapping under his weight.

"Who's there?" Arthur cried, jumping to his feet. He took another step forward, the cover of the trees no longer shielded him, and then his legs gave out.

"Merlin!" Arthur cried. A pair of arms caught him. "Where have you been?"

Merlin felt like laughing, sort of. "You…left …me," He coughed and hacked in Arthur's arms. Arthur didn't even realize he was gone… the thought consumed Merlin until his heart froze in his chest the world ceased to exist around him. Then there was no more pain.

What do you think? What do you think? I never liked that Merlin was forgotten in those caves, that's why I had to bring back Lancelot, because Lancelot would have never fogotten Merlin. Plus I liked the idea of an injured Merlin making it way back to the camp and letting it be known that he'd been left behind.

I know I was super vague here so if there's something you truely did not understand, please feel free to ask and I'll explain. Or you can review and let me know if you want a sequal to this drabble.

Review, review, review.

Kiki1770