At Last
Author: ajsrandom
Title: At Last
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Merlin/Morgana
Character/s: Merlin, Morgana, Will
Summary: Merlin, thrown off by Morgana's proposal, he avoids her.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 892
Prompt: #236, Separation
Author's Notes: Continued from my drabble series here.
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Merlin felt like his eyes were bugging out of his head, he was so surprised. Morgana had just asked him to marry her. Was she joking? Was she simply acting in character? What was going on here?
Meanwhile, Morgana felt confused at Merlin’s silence. He looked utterly shocked, and not necessarily in a good way. “Merlin?” she asked, uncertain.
His mouth moved but he didn’t speak. Finally something solidified in his eyes and he spoke. “I need to go. Yeah, I have a . . . appointment I forgot about. Yeah. I’m sorry, Morgana. See you later?”
Morgana nodded, even more confused. “Sure.” He turned and began jogging away from her. “Call me!” she yelled at his retreating form. He didn’t turn and gradually disappeared out the building’s entrance. She walked slowly to her trailer, costumer trailing behind her.
oo0O0oo
Clearly Merlin had panicked. At least that’s what Morgana was beginning to think. He didn’t call her for the rest of the day. Or the next. And now she was beginning to panic. Was it too early in their relationship to make a proposal? She thought things had been going well between them. She’d gotten along with Merlin’s mother when she’d come to visit. He got along great with Arthur and even Uther. They could hardly become closer than they already were. Maybe she’d been moving a little fast, but that’s how she worked-when she saw something she wanted, she went for it.
Maybe Merlin was thinking about it. That was fair enough. Plenty of women made their men wait, right? So this frustrating worrying was normal, right? She ended up asking several of her co-workers these questions and was reassured that yes, women made men wait and yes, worrying about it was totally normal. But she didn’t feel better. She missed Merlin.
After a week she’d had enough. She couldn’t focus on anything-eating, sleeping, work . . . and it was beginning to affect others around her. So she decided again, to surprise Merlin at the coffee shop and she would insist on talking to him. The separation was driving her mad.
She called Gaius, the shop’s owner, to confirm when Merlin would be at work, then went in the middle of that time. Her heart beat with excitement as she opened the shop’s door and saw him helping a customer. He was so kind and patient and she knew then that her proposal wasn’t a mistake. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with this man.
When the customer left, he looked at her with trepidation on his face. She felt the bottom fall out of her stomach, but neared the counter anyway. “Can we talk?” she asked him.
“Morgana, I’m working. Can this wait?” he replied.
“No, actually it can’t. And as far as the work thing goes . . .” the door opened behind her to reveal a grinning Will.
Will stepped up next to Morgana. “You’ve got some explaining to do, mate,” he said. He stepped behind the counter to the back room and emerged a minute later wearing an apron. “Go on, get going.”
Frowning, Merlin took off his apron and handed it to Will. “All right. Apparently I’m free now.” He stepped around the counter to Morgana. “Where do you want to do this?”
A little stung, Morgana motioned to the door. “Let’s take a walk.”
He nodded and they left through the jangling door. He was silent for a minute or two, as if waiting for Morgana to speak first. Finally he decided she wasn’t going to and sighed. “I guess I do owe you an explanation.”
Morgana struggled to come up with un-snarky words. “I would appreciate that, yes.”
They passed a park bench and he pulled her over to sit on it. He kept a hold of her hand and spoke. “Morgana, you really surprised me that day.”
“The day I asked you to marry me? That day a week ago?” She cut herself off before her voice rose too much.
“Yes, that day. And I’m so sorry I haven’t called or anything. I’ve been thinking things over . . . and over . . . and over. I got so wrapped up in myself I didn’t know which way was up for a few days. Will and Gaius have been so patient with me. So now that you’re here with me, I think I know what I want to do.”
Morgana’s beat-up heart began beating faster again. “And?”
“Morgana, I love you and I’m pretty sure I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So yes, I’ll marry you.”
“Merlin! This is so wonderful I-” She was cut off by Merlin’s lips pressing against hers with some urgency. She wisely shut up and kissed him back. His hands went to her waist to hold her tight and hers ran into his hair.
When they broke for air, they were startled to find a clapping group of people surrounding them. They heard “way to go!” and “congrats!” from a few in the group. Several people clapped Merlin on the back or squeezed Morgana’s shoulder before going on their way.
When everyone left, they rested their foreheads together. “Shall we celebrate?” he asked.
“Your flat?” she replied.
“Let’s go.” And they were on their way.
Title: At Last
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Merlin/Morgana
Character/s: Merlin, Morgana, Will
Summary: Merlin, thrown off by Morgana's proposal, he avoids her.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 892
Prompt: #236, Separation
Author's Notes: Continued from my drabble series here.
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Merlin felt like his eyes were bugging out of his head, he was so surprised. Morgana had just asked him to marry her. Was she joking? Was she simply acting in character? What was going on here?
Meanwhile, Morgana felt confused at Merlin’s silence. He looked utterly shocked, and not necessarily in a good way. “Merlin?” she asked, uncertain.
His mouth moved but he didn’t speak. Finally something solidified in his eyes and he spoke. “I need to go. Yeah, I have a . . . appointment I forgot about. Yeah. I’m sorry, Morgana. See you later?”
Morgana nodded, even more confused. “Sure.” He turned and began jogging away from her. “Call me!” she yelled at his retreating form. He didn’t turn and gradually disappeared out the building’s entrance. She walked slowly to her trailer, costumer trailing behind her.
oo0O0oo
Clearly Merlin had panicked. At least that’s what Morgana was beginning to think. He didn’t call her for the rest of the day. Or the next. And now she was beginning to panic. Was it too early in their relationship to make a proposal? She thought things had been going well between them. She’d gotten along with Merlin’s mother when she’d come to visit. He got along great with Arthur and even Uther. They could hardly become closer than they already were. Maybe she’d been moving a little fast, but that’s how she worked-when she saw something she wanted, she went for it.
Maybe Merlin was thinking about it. That was fair enough. Plenty of women made their men wait, right? So this frustrating worrying was normal, right? She ended up asking several of her co-workers these questions and was reassured that yes, women made men wait and yes, worrying about it was totally normal. But she didn’t feel better. She missed Merlin.
After a week she’d had enough. She couldn’t focus on anything-eating, sleeping, work . . . and it was beginning to affect others around her. So she decided again, to surprise Merlin at the coffee shop and she would insist on talking to him. The separation was driving her mad.
She called Gaius, the shop’s owner, to confirm when Merlin would be at work, then went in the middle of that time. Her heart beat with excitement as she opened the shop’s door and saw him helping a customer. He was so kind and patient and she knew then that her proposal wasn’t a mistake. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with this man.
When the customer left, he looked at her with trepidation on his face. She felt the bottom fall out of her stomach, but neared the counter anyway. “Can we talk?” she asked him.
“Morgana, I’m working. Can this wait?” he replied.
“No, actually it can’t. And as far as the work thing goes . . .” the door opened behind her to reveal a grinning Will.
Will stepped up next to Morgana. “You’ve got some explaining to do, mate,” he said. He stepped behind the counter to the back room and emerged a minute later wearing an apron. “Go on, get going.”
Frowning, Merlin took off his apron and handed it to Will. “All right. Apparently I’m free now.” He stepped around the counter to Morgana. “Where do you want to do this?”
A little stung, Morgana motioned to the door. “Let’s take a walk.”
He nodded and they left through the jangling door. He was silent for a minute or two, as if waiting for Morgana to speak first. Finally he decided she wasn’t going to and sighed. “I guess I do owe you an explanation.”
Morgana struggled to come up with un-snarky words. “I would appreciate that, yes.”
They passed a park bench and he pulled her over to sit on it. He kept a hold of her hand and spoke. “Morgana, you really surprised me that day.”
“The day I asked you to marry me? That day a week ago?” She cut herself off before her voice rose too much.
“Yes, that day. And I’m so sorry I haven’t called or anything. I’ve been thinking things over . . . and over . . . and over. I got so wrapped up in myself I didn’t know which way was up for a few days. Will and Gaius have been so patient with me. So now that you’re here with me, I think I know what I want to do.”
Morgana’s beat-up heart began beating faster again. “And?”
“Morgana, I love you and I’m pretty sure I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So yes, I’ll marry you.”
“Merlin! This is so wonderful I-” She was cut off by Merlin’s lips pressing against hers with some urgency. She wisely shut up and kissed him back. His hands went to her waist to hold her tight and hers ran into his hair.
When they broke for air, they were startled to find a clapping group of people surrounding them. They heard “way to go!” and “congrats!” from a few in the group. Several people clapped Merlin on the back or squeezed Morgana’s shoulder before going on their way.
When everyone left, they rested their foreheads together. “Shall we celebrate?” he asked.
“Your flat?” she replied.
“Let’s go.” And they were on their way.