Reunion - part 5
Author: weatherfeather
Title: Reunion - part 5
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Merlin meets the third prisoner.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 269
Prompt: Bingo: reunion
Author's Notes: Finally the title makes sense!
When Merlin wakes, the pain that was sharp and overwhelming has turned to a persistent but dull throb.
He opens his eyes.
Judging by the dim lighting, it must be very late.
He looks around the cell and then down at his body.
He has been laid flat on the stone bench in the cell, and he has been covered in a sheet and given a pillow for his head.
He feels his injured arm and finds that it has been set and tightly secured in a splint. He can't see his leg, but he expects it has been treated much the same as his arm. His head feels fine.
A physician has clearly come and gone.
He repositions his head on the pillow and looks up at the ceiling. All in all, his list of events since that morning isn't too wonderful.
His stomach gives a loud rumble.
He sighs.
From under the dirty cloak in the corner comes the first amicable communication Merlin has heard all day, and in a long time before that as well.
"Merlin?"
Merlin would know that voice anywhere, even with the croak of dehydration in it just now. He looks over.
"Arthur??"
The cloak moves, and Arthur's smile underneath it is the sweetest picture Merlin's eyes have beheld in years.
His heart flips in his chest.
"Oh my goodness! What are you doing here?" Merlin asks.
"I live here, Merlin," Arthur replies sarcastically.
Merlin looks around them. "In this cell?" he asks.
"No, you dolt. You haven't changed a bit, have you? In Camelot. This is my kingdom," Arthur says with pride.
Title: Reunion - part 5
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Merlin meets the third prisoner.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 269
Prompt: Bingo: reunion
Author's Notes: Finally the title makes sense!
When Merlin wakes, the pain that was sharp and overwhelming has turned to a persistent but dull throb.
He opens his eyes.
Judging by the dim lighting, it must be very late.
He looks around the cell and then down at his body.
He has been laid flat on the stone bench in the cell, and he has been covered in a sheet and given a pillow for his head.
He feels his injured arm and finds that it has been set and tightly secured in a splint. He can't see his leg, but he expects it has been treated much the same as his arm. His head feels fine.
A physician has clearly come and gone.
He repositions his head on the pillow and looks up at the ceiling. All in all, his list of events since that morning isn't too wonderful.
His stomach gives a loud rumble.
He sighs.
From under the dirty cloak in the corner comes the first amicable communication Merlin has heard all day, and in a long time before that as well.
"Merlin?"
Merlin would know that voice anywhere, even with the croak of dehydration in it just now. He looks over.
"Arthur??"
The cloak moves, and Arthur's smile underneath it is the sweetest picture Merlin's eyes have beheld in years.
His heart flips in his chest.
"Oh my goodness! What are you doing here?" Merlin asks.
"I live here, Merlin," Arthur replies sarcastically.
Merlin looks around them. "In this cell?" he asks.
"No, you dolt. You haven't changed a bit, have you? In Camelot. This is my kingdom," Arthur says with pride.