The Revelation of Emrys. Chapter 14, Deja vuArthur opened his eyes and sat up to see... daylight? It must be near midafternoon meaning he had been asleep for the last night and the greater part of the day... He got to his feet and started pulling on his armour, getting increasingly frustrated as his sleep deprived, clumsy fingers couldn't do up the clasps. Damn, he really had taken Merlin for granted... He had no sooner thought this when he stepped into the room.
"Arthur? How are you feeling?" he walked over to him and began straightening up his armour.
"I'm fine... Gwaine?"
"He's fine. The bite has healed; Sir Kay still won't let me heal him though. Aside from that, everyone is fine."
"Good. As for the other one... there is nothing I can do about that. I can't order him to let you heal him... but I did order someone to wake me in the morning... not the middle of the afternoon..." he raised an eyebrow at the sheepish expression that crossed Merlins face.
"I told them that you needed to sleep. They listened to me... Anyone would
The Revelation of Emrys. Chapter 13, PlansMerlin crept through the kitchens, relieved when none of the cooks or servants reacted to his appearance, rather with hushed words and whispers they hastily moved out of his way. The serving taff in the castle had the ability to be unnerved by nothing, which was one of the reasons that he had decided to come this way, as well as the fact that it had a direct route up to the hall. He travelled up through the corridor that led to the hall, and peered out from around the doorframe. He found himself overlooking the hall from behind the dais where Morgana was sat. He felt a surge of anger at the sound of her voice.
"Im running out of patience Gwaine..." she said softly, a dangerous tone in her voice,
"If you wont tell me where to find Merlin of your own accord... I may hav to try something a little more... my style... Last warning." Merlin saw Gwaine glare up at her, and bit back a curse, quite literally. His face and hair were matted with blood, and the bite marks from the Demon
One Month after the Fall... Sherlock FanficOne month after the fall...
John walked up the steps to the front door of 221B and pushed the door open, welcomed by the smell of Mrs Hudsons cinnamon cookies baking. Pausing at the door before his, he said Hi to Mrs Hudson, all the while trying to ignore the sympathy and grief in her eyes, just as she was trying to hide it. After agreeing that he would come down later, to have some tea and a chat, knowing that he was unlikely to do so, he continued to their... his flat, and slumped down against the door as it shut behind him. He closed his eyes as he tried to hold himself together. It had been One month. One month of sympathetic glances, comments, offers of chats and meetings at the pub...
John pulled in his knees, circling them with his ams, squeezing, as memories flooded back... Standing at Sherlocks grave... using all of his inner stength to pull himself away and walk towards Lestrade, Molly and Mrs Hudson who were waiting for him... Reaching them just as the barriers he had put up