Fic - The Boy Next Door Series 66/? [Merlin]
Title: 66. Bad Timing (The Boy Next Door Series)
Pairing/Characters: Merlin/Arthur
Genre: Humor/General/Romance/GenderBender
Summary: “Arthur didn’t tell you?” Merlin just shakes her head, more worried and confused. “Today makes exactly three years our mom died.”
Warning: Girl! Merlin; possibly out of character, but hopefully, only slightly.
Spoiler: none
Disclaimer: Sadly, they are not mine.
Notes: English is not my first language and I have no beta, so forgive any mistakes.
Masterlist
66. Bad Timing
Merlin is in a hurry as she knocks on the door of Arthur’s house. The official motive was that she wants to tell him to stop with the gifts; the real one was that she hasn’t seen him all day (not that she will ever admit to that of course.)
All her thoughts and planned speech disappear from her mind when Morgana opens the door. It was like someone had taken all the life out of the girl. Merlin frowns in worry.
“Morgana, what’s the matter?” Morgana looks at her mildly surprised.
“Arthur didn’t tell you?” Merlin just shakes her head, more worried and confused. “Today makes exactly three years our mom died.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Morg.” Merlin says sympathetically as she hugs the girl.
“It’s alright. Just the mood in the house is not one of the cheeriest.” Morgana shrugs, stepping aside for Merlin to enter. “It hits Arthur harder every time.”
“How bad is he?” She asks, worry gnawing her stomach.
“He hasn’t eaten, drunk anything; he hasn’t come out of his room, nor let anyone in. I think he’s worst than the previous years.” Merlin glances upstairs quickly; hesitant. “Go ahead. Maybe he’ll talk to you.”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s better just let him be…” Even she knows her words are void of conviction.
“Don’t be silly, Merlin.” Morgana rolls her eyes. “Just go.”
Merlin glances again at the stairs for a brief moment before nodding to the younger girl and rushing to the upper level of the house. She pauses outside Arthur’s room, hand raised to knock, but hesitates. Se needs a good approach. With a deep sigh, she knocks.
“Arthur. It’s me.” She says quietly, but loud enough so her voice can carry through the door. “Morgana told me and I’d really want to see you. So when you feel like it, I’ll be right here, outside.”
After saying that, Merlin slides down the wall to sit by Arthur’s door, knees held against her chest, waiting.
She’s not sure how long she sat there (but her butt was starting to hurt, so she figured it was a while) when she hears the movement inside the room a few seconds before the door opens. Merlin jumps to her feet and carefully walks in, closing and locking the door after herself.
One look at Arthur and she’s by his side, drawing him into her arms. Merlin feels how he shakes, pained sobs wracks his frame. She holds him tighter against her, rocking back and fort slightly, whispering soothing words against his hair.
Merlin wishes she knew a spell to take away his pain. Then maybe, she wouldn’t hurt so badly with him either.
xxx
part 67
Pairing/Characters: Merlin/Arthur
Genre: Humor/General/Romance/GenderBender
Summary: “Arthur didn’t tell you?” Merlin just shakes her head, more worried and confused. “Today makes exactly three years our mom died.”
Warning: Girl! Merlin; possibly out of character, but hopefully, only slightly.
Spoiler: none
Disclaimer: Sadly, they are not mine.
Notes: English is not my first language and I have no beta, so forgive any mistakes.
Masterlist
66. Bad Timing
Merlin is in a hurry as she knocks on the door of Arthur’s house. The official motive was that she wants to tell him to stop with the gifts; the real one was that she hasn’t seen him all day (not that she will ever admit to that of course.)
All her thoughts and planned speech disappear from her mind when Morgana opens the door. It was like someone had taken all the life out of the girl. Merlin frowns in worry.
“Morgana, what’s the matter?” Morgana looks at her mildly surprised.
“Arthur didn’t tell you?” Merlin just shakes her head, more worried and confused. “Today makes exactly three years our mom died.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Morg.” Merlin says sympathetically as she hugs the girl.
“It’s alright. Just the mood in the house is not one of the cheeriest.” Morgana shrugs, stepping aside for Merlin to enter. “It hits Arthur harder every time.”
“How bad is he?” She asks, worry gnawing her stomach.
“He hasn’t eaten, drunk anything; he hasn’t come out of his room, nor let anyone in. I think he’s worst than the previous years.” Merlin glances upstairs quickly; hesitant. “Go ahead. Maybe he’ll talk to you.”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s better just let him be…” Even she knows her words are void of conviction.
“Don’t be silly, Merlin.” Morgana rolls her eyes. “Just go.”
Merlin glances again at the stairs for a brief moment before nodding to the younger girl and rushing to the upper level of the house. She pauses outside Arthur’s room, hand raised to knock, but hesitates. Se needs a good approach. With a deep sigh, she knocks.
“Arthur. It’s me.” She says quietly, but loud enough so her voice can carry through the door. “Morgana told me and I’d really want to see you. So when you feel like it, I’ll be right here, outside.”
After saying that, Merlin slides down the wall to sit by Arthur’s door, knees held against her chest, waiting.
She’s not sure how long she sat there (but her butt was starting to hurt, so she figured it was a while) when she hears the movement inside the room a few seconds before the door opens. Merlin jumps to her feet and carefully walks in, closing and locking the door after herself.
One look at Arthur and she’s by his side, drawing him into her arms. Merlin feels how he shakes, pained sobs wracks his frame. She holds him tighter against her, rocking back and fort slightly, whispering soothing words against his hair.
Merlin wishes she knew a spell to take away his pain. Then maybe, she wouldn’t hurt so badly with him either.
xxx
part 67