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Title: Snapshots (9/15)
Author: bunnysworld
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Spoilers: No spoilers
Warnings: modern non-magic AU, Fluff, h/c, angst, romance, drama
Word Count: 16600 and some
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, the boys aren’t mine. Just took them out to play a little. I give them back unharmed - if I have to. Own nothing, no copyright infringement intended.
Summary: This is the sequel to Super Bowl Sunday
Thanks to the wonderful tambear13 for betaing. All mistakes that are still in there are completely totally and utterly my own. If you find them, you’re welcome to give them a new home at your place.
This story is completely my friend D’s fault, who demanded a sequel to Super Bowl Sunday
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Tires screeched and Arthur heard a horrible thud. A car door opened and someone yelled as he made his way outside. And from that moment on, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. People were already starting to gather, someone yelled into their mobile, others hurried over to check on the person lying on the street. A cold fist clenched around Arthur’s heart tightly. Merlin! No!!!
He ran over and slid next to Merlin on his knees, wrapping him up in his arms, yelling for an ambulance. Merlin was alright, right? But there was glass in his hair and on his face, and his arm and hand dangled in a strange angle. There was an alarming amount of blood and Merlin didn’t move, didn’t react to him. He cradled Merlin in his arms, not noticing the tears running down his face, murmuring reassuring nonsense to the unmoving man. What was taking that fucking ambulance so long?
When it finally arrived, the EMTs shoved him aside and tended to Merlin, lifting him onto a stretcher and moving him over to their vehicle.
Arthur tried to follow, but they held him back, telling him that he couldn’t come with them. At least they told him which hospital they were bringing Merlin to, so Arthur rushed inside again to call a taxi and changed quickly while he waited impatiently.
He threw the driver a few pound notes and ran to the A&E. He already wanted to yell at everyone, but tried to calm down when the nurses at the counter didn’t immediately respond to him. When one finally did, he explained who he was and why he was there.
“I’m sorry, Sir, I’m not authorised to give you that information.”
“Then find me someone who is.”
A stern looking nurse came over. “If you would reduce the volume, Sir.”
Arthur took a deep breath. “I would if you gave me the information I want. Mr. Emrys, Merlin Emrys. I’m here for him.”
The nurse gave him a once-over. “And you are?”
“Arthur Pendragon. I’m his partner.” He’d never used that term before, but that was what they were, right?
“I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Pendragon. As long as you are not married and have proof thereof, you’ll have to wait for his family to arrive.”
“But I am his family!” Arthur argued. Merlin was hurt, he needed to see him, to be with him, to make sure he was alright!
“I’m very sorry,” the nurse said firmly. “You’re his friend and I fully understand that you are concerned, but there is nothing I can do for you, Mr. Pendragon. Mr. Emrys went straight into surgery and that’s even more than I’m allowed to tell you.” Then she gave him a little encouraging smile. “But you could stay in the waiting area until his next of kin shows up.”
Arthur was about to explode. He felt like hitting something or someone, whatever happened to be closest. But he took a deep breath. It wasn’t the nurse’s fault that there was this stupid information policy. And since they weren’t married, he was just ‘a friend’ to them. So he just nodded at the nurse and went outside to make a few calls.
“Sophia? Arthur. Make arrangements for Hunith Emrys to be taken to the nearest airport. Coordinate that with Elyan.” He hung up.
Arthur had never privately used company resources. But he didn’t think twice before dialling Elyan’s number. “I need you to fly out to Ealdor immediately, Elyan. Sophia’s arranged for Hunith to be taken to the airfield. Fly back as soon as she’s on board.”
He closed his eyes and swallowed around the lump in his throat before he made the call that was the hardest. “Hunith. Arthur here. Listen, it’s Merlin...”
On to Part 10
Author: bunnysworld
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Spoilers: No spoilers
Warnings: modern non-magic AU, Fluff, h/c, angst, romance, drama
Word Count: 16600 and some
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, the boys aren’t mine. Just took them out to play a little. I give them back unharmed - if I have to. Own nothing, no copyright infringement intended.
Summary: This is the sequel to Super Bowl Sunday
Thanks to the wonderful tambear13 for betaing. All mistakes that are still in there are completely totally and utterly my own. If you find them, you’re welcome to give them a new home at your place.
This story is completely my friend D’s fault, who demanded a sequel to Super Bowl Sunday
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Tires screeched and Arthur heard a horrible thud. A car door opened and someone yelled as he made his way outside. And from that moment on, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. People were already starting to gather, someone yelled into their mobile, others hurried over to check on the person lying on the street. A cold fist clenched around Arthur’s heart tightly. Merlin! No!!!
He ran over and slid next to Merlin on his knees, wrapping him up in his arms, yelling for an ambulance. Merlin was alright, right? But there was glass in his hair and on his face, and his arm and hand dangled in a strange angle. There was an alarming amount of blood and Merlin didn’t move, didn’t react to him. He cradled Merlin in his arms, not noticing the tears running down his face, murmuring reassuring nonsense to the unmoving man. What was taking that fucking ambulance so long?
When it finally arrived, the EMTs shoved him aside and tended to Merlin, lifting him onto a stretcher and moving him over to their vehicle.
Arthur tried to follow, but they held him back, telling him that he couldn’t come with them. At least they told him which hospital they were bringing Merlin to, so Arthur rushed inside again to call a taxi and changed quickly while he waited impatiently.
He threw the driver a few pound notes and ran to the A&E. He already wanted to yell at everyone, but tried to calm down when the nurses at the counter didn’t immediately respond to him. When one finally did, he explained who he was and why he was there.
“I’m sorry, Sir, I’m not authorised to give you that information.”
“Then find me someone who is.”
A stern looking nurse came over. “If you would reduce the volume, Sir.”
Arthur took a deep breath. “I would if you gave me the information I want. Mr. Emrys, Merlin Emrys. I’m here for him.”
The nurse gave him a once-over. “And you are?”
“Arthur Pendragon. I’m his partner.” He’d never used that term before, but that was what they were, right?
“I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Pendragon. As long as you are not married and have proof thereof, you’ll have to wait for his family to arrive.”
“But I am his family!” Arthur argued. Merlin was hurt, he needed to see him, to be with him, to make sure he was alright!
“I’m very sorry,” the nurse said firmly. “You’re his friend and I fully understand that you are concerned, but there is nothing I can do for you, Mr. Pendragon. Mr. Emrys went straight into surgery and that’s even more than I’m allowed to tell you.” Then she gave him a little encouraging smile. “But you could stay in the waiting area until his next of kin shows up.”
Arthur was about to explode. He felt like hitting something or someone, whatever happened to be closest. But he took a deep breath. It wasn’t the nurse’s fault that there was this stupid information policy. And since they weren’t married, he was just ‘a friend’ to them. So he just nodded at the nurse and went outside to make a few calls.
“Sophia? Arthur. Make arrangements for Hunith Emrys to be taken to the nearest airport. Coordinate that with Elyan.” He hung up.
Arthur had never privately used company resources. But he didn’t think twice before dialling Elyan’s number. “I need you to fly out to Ealdor immediately, Elyan. Sophia’s arranged for Hunith to be taken to the airfield. Fly back as soon as she’s on board.”
He closed his eyes and swallowed around the lump in his throat before he made the call that was the hardest. “Hunith. Arthur here. Listen, it’s Merlin...”
On to Part 10