I Wouldn't Call it A Promotion, Chapter 2Merlin opened his eyes and saw daylight streaming in. Jumping to his feet, he ran across the room, snatching up his jacket. He hated being late…
Running down through the castle, he was surprised by the lack of people he saw. The halls were nearly empty. His confusion was swiped away at his arrival on the training fields. Gwaine, Bedivere, Tristan, Percival, Peredur, Owain, Erec and Daniel were waiting there, impatient expressions on their faces.
“Bout time you got here…” Gwaine huffed, good-naturedly, “But Arthur still hasn’t arrived…”
“But it’s almost an hour after what we arranged…” Merlin said, then shrugged. “Sorry I’m late. We can start now? Arthur could always join in later…”
Five minutes later and he was blasting jets of magic at them. Suddenly, he felt something pushing at him, something powerful. The knights noticed the sudden halt of the barrage and looked at him concerned.
I wouldn't Call it a Promotion, Chapter 1Merlin rolled over and saw sunlight streaming in from his window. Yawning, he realised that he just couldn’t be bothered to get up. It was another half an hour before he could bear to drag himself from the warmth of his blanket. Running a hand through the tangle of hair on his head, several raven coloured locks fell in front of his face. He pursed his lips, grimacing. Maybe Alice was right when she said it needed cutting. He yawned again, and shrugged on his jacket, before sleepily meandering down the stairs.
Gaius looked up as Merlin appeared, and his face split into a huge smile.
“Good afternoon Merlin. I hope you are feeling better?”
“Yeah… Feeling just fine.”
“No problems with the magic?”
“Surprisingly, it doesn’t feel… too different…”
“So you will be perfectly capable of collecting herbs for me?”
“…” Merlin realised that he had walked himself into that one. “Well
Passing the Time, Chapter 8Arthur, and the other knights for that matter, noticed that Merlin was acting strange as they rode back toward Camelot. Eventually, Gwaine and Bedivere seemed to have had enough and rode towards the back of the group to join him.
A couple of stories from Gwaine, and comments from Bedivere had him smiling again, but as he shot Arthur his trademark grin, Arthur could see that Merlin was feeling something that he had hardly ever seen from him before. Merlin was afraid of something… And if Merlin was afraid of something, then Arthur was worried.
As they made camp, Harmony, Galen and Osric making them-selves as useful as they could, much to the amusement of Taren, who was left with hardly any work to do, Arthur noticed that Merlin was trying to keep from using Magic. As their eyes met, Merlin smiled, but knew that I wasn’t fooling the king.
As soon as they were settled, Merlin excused himself and head off into the forest. Arthur held a hand up to Gwaine and Peredur, who were ab
Passing the Time, Chapter 7Arthur had got so accustomed to ignoring the gnawing pains in his stomach, that his hunger didn’t bother him now. But Merlin’s fevered state did. They had been behind Corvin’s shield for almost two days, and Merlin’s fever wasn’t breaking. Corvin, too, seemed to be getting worse, as he struggled to maintain the shield. Most likely from exhaustion. The druid had not slept at a since the shield went up. Arthur’s hope that they would last till Merlin got his magic back had slowly diminished. Corvin could hold out for another half a day… with the rock fall, that would mean they and about twelve hours of safety left. He honestly didn’t know that Merlin could hold on that long. There was something wrong with him despite his injuries, and that something didn’t seem to be getting better. Though Arthur had a feeling that it wouldn’t until is magic returned, which, by Gaius’ calculations, would still be two days from now. And wit
Passing the Time, Chapter 6Arthur fought against the bonds holding him with everything he had, but the magic binding him was too powerful. It didn’t mean he gave up. He had felt a burning hatred for Lucas as he flew Merlin around the room. The final blast, sending Merlin flying across the room, had made his anger peak. The casual violence that this sorcerer displayed horrified him… and for him to do it to Merlin. Who had suffered so much… and was the person who was least deserving of such treatment. It had made his blood boil. It was about then that he saw the figure, who had left the room earlier, return, motioning for Arthur to keep silent. The figure raised his hand and one of the sorcerers fell, crying out. The chains holding him vanished, and he fell to the floor. He was up in seconds, but the sorcerer needed no help. Deciding that he was capable of looking after himself, Arthur ran to Merlin. The young man was shivering lightly, and his breath was coming in short, pained gasps.
Passing the Time, Chapter 5“And to be honest… I’d never met anyone like her…”
“So it was you who helped the girl escape I assume?”
Merlin had continued telling Arthur his story since they had woken a couple of hours ago. His mouth was getting dry from all of the talking, but he found himself rather enjoying it. Letting it out. Even if he was vague in some things. But he was going to tell Arthur everything this time.
He was just starting to explain about Freya.
“Yes… But I didn’t know she turned into a bloodthirsty beast during the night…”
“Yeah but…” Arthur froze, then shook his head, smiling ruefully. “You know what? Forget it. Just tell me.”
“… Well, the first time I saw her… There was something in her eyes. I guess I had no choice. I helped her escape and hide in the catacombs. I reckoned that she’d be safe there… I didn’t factor that she wasn’t the one who ne