Fic: Like Father, Like Son (Part 3)
A lot tamer, this time (no smut). Slightly inspired by Fireflies by Owl City and this video www.youtube.com/watch
Comments very welcome and I'll apologise in advance if I balls up the tagging again. It's probably so simples but my silly little brain can't seem to get the hang of it, sadly :(
TITLE: Like Father Like Son (Part 3)
PAIRING: Gaius/Uther
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: 799
SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY: Following on from Parts 1 & 2, this part concentrates on a young Gaius and young Uther's second meeting.
Part one can be read here (be aware that this part is NC-17)
scotswriter.livejournal.com/4804.html
Part two can be read here (same rating for Part one - NC-17)
scotswriter.livejournal.com/5021.html
Gaius only saw Uther in passing, over the next two weeks. Sometimes the young prince would make eye contact, nod and smile at the physician, other times the boy would pretend to have not seen Gaius and look in the opposite direction. Gaius felt no offence at this; he was a servant, royalty, did not usually acknowledge them unless they were specifically needed for something.
However, the week after Uther had last smiled at Gaius in one of Camelot’s many corridors, the prince wandered into the physician’s room when Gaius was in the middle of potion-making.
‘Prince Uther,’ Gaius bowed, standing up right. ‘What can I do for you?’
Uther bit his lip and looked around the room. ‘Um…’
‘Yes?’
‘You have the magic, don’t you? Everyone says you have. Can you show me some? Magic, I mean?’ This was all rushed out in one go and it took Gaius a few moments to work out what the prince had just said.
Gaius grabbed a cloth from the table and wiped his hands. ‘In answer to your first question, sire; yes, I have the magic. And to answer your second question; well, it is not like a simple conjuror’s trick. Besides, there are many more who’s magic is more stronger than my own.’ Giving the prince an apologetic smile, Gaius returned to his potions, giving the small bubbling cauldron a stir.
‘Oh, please, Gaius!’ the prince moved forward and sat unceremoniously down at the table, opposite the older boy. ‘I am so BORED here! All Aurelius wants me to do is bloody fight his men all day, every day. There must be more to life than violence.’ Uther picked up a small wooden bowl full of St John’s wort flower heads and stared at them.
‘Sire, surely a young man like yourself would revel in such activities as sword-fighting and -’
‘Oh, shush, Gaius! I came here to escape such things. It’s just as bad for you to start talking about them.’
Ah, so that’s why the prince was here. Gaius looked at the boy. His pale blue eyes seemed dull and lifeless. In short, Prince Uther was depressed. Coming to a decision, Gaius sighed and got to his feet. He paused, looking at the numerous shelves around the room, looking for.. Ah, perfect!
It seemed like hours had passed before Uther finally cleared his throat and looked up. He gasped at the sight before him. Gaius stood in the centre of the room, surrounded by glowing fireflies making beautiful swirling shapes in the dimly-lit room. It was a beautiful sight indeed. The physician smiled at Uther’s delight as the prince came forward and stood in front of Gaius, watching the small fireflies dance, in amazement.
‘You’re doing this?’ Uther said in a breathless voice, his eyes darting from one firefly to the next, his smile growing into a grin and then a laugh.
‘Yes, I am to blame,’ said Gaius. ‘These fireflies were dead a few moments ago.’
It was only when Gaius mentioned this that Uther looked straight at him. ‘You can bring back the dead?’ he asked, the hope evident in his voice.
Gaius knew what he was going to ask next so shook his head. ‘No, not really. Only insects and then it’s only for a short time. It is very dark magic indeed that makes the dead live.’
The disappointment flashed across Uther’s face before he grinned again at Gaius. ‘This is wonderful. Thank you.’
Gaius bowed and raised the jar he had freed the fireflies from. One by one the small insects flew into the jar, their tiny lights going out as they did so. When every one was in, Gaius sealed the jar and put it back on the shelf.
‘I should go,’ said Uther reluctantly, heading towards the door.
‘It was an honour to have your company, sire,’ said Gaius, watching the boy leave.
‘Oh, I too, Gaius, I too.’ Uther paused at the door. ‘May I visit you again?’
‘No doubt you shall pass through that door again when next you get injured,’ teased Gaius, biting back a curse as he remembered about the cauldron. He grabbed the spoon from the cauldron, feeling the contents stick to it. Drat!
‘I meant, may I visit you in my own time.. Not that I have much of that.’
Gaius looked up. ‘Of course, you can, sire.’
The prince beamed and pulled open the door. ‘Oh, and Gaius?’
‘Yes, sire?’
‘Please, when it is just us two, please call me Uther.’
‘As you wish.. Uther.’ Grin.
Grin returned. Uther left the physician’s room, whistling a tune.
Gaius smiled then turned his attention to the cauldron again. ‘Hmm,’ he muttered, stirring the contents again until it became smooth again. ‘Perhaps all is not lost.’
Comments very welcome and I'll apologise in advance if I balls up the tagging again. It's probably so simples but my silly little brain can't seem to get the hang of it, sadly :(
TITLE: Like Father Like Son (Part 3)
PAIRING: Gaius/Uther
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: 799
SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY: Following on from Parts 1 & 2, this part concentrates on a young Gaius and young Uther's second meeting.
Part one can be read here (be aware that this part is NC-17)
scotswriter.livejournal.com/4804.html
Part two can be read here (same rating for Part one - NC-17)
scotswriter.livejournal.com/5021.html
Gaius only saw Uther in passing, over the next two weeks. Sometimes the young prince would make eye contact, nod and smile at the physician, other times the boy would pretend to have not seen Gaius and look in the opposite direction. Gaius felt no offence at this; he was a servant, royalty, did not usually acknowledge them unless they were specifically needed for something.
However, the week after Uther had last smiled at Gaius in one of Camelot’s many corridors, the prince wandered into the physician’s room when Gaius was in the middle of potion-making.
‘Prince Uther,’ Gaius bowed, standing up right. ‘What can I do for you?’
Uther bit his lip and looked around the room. ‘Um…’
‘Yes?’
‘You have the magic, don’t you? Everyone says you have. Can you show me some? Magic, I mean?’ This was all rushed out in one go and it took Gaius a few moments to work out what the prince had just said.
Gaius grabbed a cloth from the table and wiped his hands. ‘In answer to your first question, sire; yes, I have the magic. And to answer your second question; well, it is not like a simple conjuror’s trick. Besides, there are many more who’s magic is more stronger than my own.’ Giving the prince an apologetic smile, Gaius returned to his potions, giving the small bubbling cauldron a stir.
‘Oh, please, Gaius!’ the prince moved forward and sat unceremoniously down at the table, opposite the older boy. ‘I am so BORED here! All Aurelius wants me to do is bloody fight his men all day, every day. There must be more to life than violence.’ Uther picked up a small wooden bowl full of St John’s wort flower heads and stared at them.
‘Sire, surely a young man like yourself would revel in such activities as sword-fighting and -’
‘Oh, shush, Gaius! I came here to escape such things. It’s just as bad for you to start talking about them.’
Ah, so that’s why the prince was here. Gaius looked at the boy. His pale blue eyes seemed dull and lifeless. In short, Prince Uther was depressed. Coming to a decision, Gaius sighed and got to his feet. He paused, looking at the numerous shelves around the room, looking for.. Ah, perfect!
It seemed like hours had passed before Uther finally cleared his throat and looked up. He gasped at the sight before him. Gaius stood in the centre of the room, surrounded by glowing fireflies making beautiful swirling shapes in the dimly-lit room. It was a beautiful sight indeed. The physician smiled at Uther’s delight as the prince came forward and stood in front of Gaius, watching the small fireflies dance, in amazement.
‘You’re doing this?’ Uther said in a breathless voice, his eyes darting from one firefly to the next, his smile growing into a grin and then a laugh.
‘Yes, I am to blame,’ said Gaius. ‘These fireflies were dead a few moments ago.’
It was only when Gaius mentioned this that Uther looked straight at him. ‘You can bring back the dead?’ he asked, the hope evident in his voice.
Gaius knew what he was going to ask next so shook his head. ‘No, not really. Only insects and then it’s only for a short time. It is very dark magic indeed that makes the dead live.’
The disappointment flashed across Uther’s face before he grinned again at Gaius. ‘This is wonderful. Thank you.’
Gaius bowed and raised the jar he had freed the fireflies from. One by one the small insects flew into the jar, their tiny lights going out as they did so. When every one was in, Gaius sealed the jar and put it back on the shelf.
‘I should go,’ said Uther reluctantly, heading towards the door.
‘It was an honour to have your company, sire,’ said Gaius, watching the boy leave.
‘Oh, I too, Gaius, I too.’ Uther paused at the door. ‘May I visit you again?’
‘No doubt you shall pass through that door again when next you get injured,’ teased Gaius, biting back a curse as he remembered about the cauldron. He grabbed the spoon from the cauldron, feeling the contents stick to it. Drat!
‘I meant, may I visit you in my own time.. Not that I have much of that.’
Gaius looked up. ‘Of course, you can, sire.’
The prince beamed and pulled open the door. ‘Oh, and Gaius?’
‘Yes, sire?’
‘Please, when it is just us two, please call me Uther.’
‘As you wish.. Uther.’ Grin.
Grin returned. Uther left the physician’s room, whistling a tune.
Gaius smiled then turned his attention to the cauldron again. ‘Hmm,’ he muttered, stirring the contents again until it became smooth again. ‘Perhaps all is not lost.’