Chemistry part 6
Author: archaeologist_d
Title: Chemistry part 6
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Morgana
Summary: The scrawny kid knew more about chemistry than Arthur did. Who knew he’d fall in love with the idiot?
Warnings: none,
Word Count: 763
Camelot Drabble Prompt bingo 512: spring
Author’s Notes: definitely multi-chaptered
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Somehow Morgana, his annoying sister, had found him. It would have been just like Uther to send her down to keep tabs on him. Frustrated and tired, he snapped back, “What are you doing here? Scaring the locals? Keeping an eye out for blokes to suck dry and turn them into vampires like yourself?”
“And aren’t you a ray of sunshine?” Morgana leaned back, ignoring him, breathing in the sunlight and the smell of the sea. “Father is worried about you.”
“Great, now dear old dad is keeping tabs on me,” Arthur grumbled.
“I’m not here to find you, if that’s what you are worried about. He called me, yes, but I refused to have any part of it,” Morgana said, opening her eyes again, and staring at him. “You look… unhappy.”
“I found Merlin and he gave me some crap about magic and not being able to stay with me for my own good. As if I’d believe such nonsense. He’s… I thought we had something and then disappearing and reappearing just to tell me he has magic. It’s ridiculous,” Arthur growled, then shoved his phone back into his pocket, furious at himself for being such a fool.
She looked around. “Is he here now?”
Arthur shook his head. “Took me to his cottage and then I must have hit my head or something. I couldn’t find it again when I came to.”
“Ah,” Morgana sounded almost interested, not that she usually was with Arthur’s life. They’d grown up, wanting different things, and only saw each other on holidays and funerals. “So, Merlin has magic?”
“Oh, don’t you start. Yeah, says he does, which is barmpot irrational, but he’s been hiding from me and everyone. He’s afraid they’ll take him and experiment on him.” Arthur scrubbed his hands through his hair, growing frustrated just thinking about it. “He obviously needs help with… umm paranoia and delusions of grandeur and hiding like this just makes me think things are pretty bad.”
“So you’ve been hunting for him,” Morgana hummed. “And no clues?”
“I’ve searched all up and down the coast. Nothing,” Arthur said, looking down at the plants next to his feet, the greenery labelled with rowan and yarrow and henbane, all things that witches might use or so it said on the label. “It’s as if he doesn’t exist.”
“Perhaps you should let him go,” Morgana reached over and laid her hand on his arm, squeezing it a little. “He doesn’t seem to want to be found.”
“Morgana, I’m not going to stop, not now. I know he’s in trouble somehow. I can’t just let him wander around, thinking that he was some kind of wizard. He may not care about me anymore, but I care about him,” Arthur said, patting her hand, then shaking her off as he stood up. “It’s nice seeing you. We’ll get together for Christmas, right?”
Morgana let out a long, put-upon sigh. “Look, I’ve a suggestion and I know you won’t want to do it, but hear me out.” She stood up, too, then nodded toward the museum. “There are legends of springs nearby, holy places that,” she stopped when he scowled at her, then just rolled her eyes. “Holy places that can send you visions. You drop something into the spring, something of value to you and ask what you need to ask and then you,” Morgana growled as he shook his head, thinking that maybe she had lost it, too. She must have realised just what he was thinking because her eyes narrowed, and she looked like she’d swallowed a lemon. “Will you listen, you arse? I’m telling you a way to find Merlin. And nothing else has worked so try it anyway and if nothing else, you’ve only lost time.”
“Morgana, this is ridiculous,” Arthur growled.
“Fine, don’t try it, but let me finish.” Morgana gave another sigh, then said, “Something that Merlin might have touched or that you prize of his. Drop it into the holy spring and then go home. He may come or he may not, but at least you tried. There are several in the area, even one on top of Tintagel itself.”
“I’m not doing something that crazy,” Arthur snapped, then as he stomped away, thinking that he’d heard enough shit for one day, called back over his shoulder, “See you at Christmas.”
“I hope you find him,” Morgana shouted after him, then walked into the museum and out of sight.
Great, now even his sister was going all magical. As if the day couldn’t get any worse.
Title: Chemistry part 6
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Morgana
Summary: The scrawny kid knew more about chemistry than Arthur did. Who knew he’d fall in love with the idiot?
Warnings: none,
Word Count: 763
Camelot Drabble Prompt bingo 512: spring
Author’s Notes: definitely multi-chaptered
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Somehow Morgana, his annoying sister, had found him. It would have been just like Uther to send her down to keep tabs on him. Frustrated and tired, he snapped back, “What are you doing here? Scaring the locals? Keeping an eye out for blokes to suck dry and turn them into vampires like yourself?”
“And aren’t you a ray of sunshine?” Morgana leaned back, ignoring him, breathing in the sunlight and the smell of the sea. “Father is worried about you.”
“Great, now dear old dad is keeping tabs on me,” Arthur grumbled.
“I’m not here to find you, if that’s what you are worried about. He called me, yes, but I refused to have any part of it,” Morgana said, opening her eyes again, and staring at him. “You look… unhappy.”
“I found Merlin and he gave me some crap about magic and not being able to stay with me for my own good. As if I’d believe such nonsense. He’s… I thought we had something and then disappearing and reappearing just to tell me he has magic. It’s ridiculous,” Arthur growled, then shoved his phone back into his pocket, furious at himself for being such a fool.
She looked around. “Is he here now?”
Arthur shook his head. “Took me to his cottage and then I must have hit my head or something. I couldn’t find it again when I came to.”
“Ah,” Morgana sounded almost interested, not that she usually was with Arthur’s life. They’d grown up, wanting different things, and only saw each other on holidays and funerals. “So, Merlin has magic?”
“Oh, don’t you start. Yeah, says he does, which is barmpot irrational, but he’s been hiding from me and everyone. He’s afraid they’ll take him and experiment on him.” Arthur scrubbed his hands through his hair, growing frustrated just thinking about it. “He obviously needs help with… umm paranoia and delusions of grandeur and hiding like this just makes me think things are pretty bad.”
“So you’ve been hunting for him,” Morgana hummed. “And no clues?”
“I’ve searched all up and down the coast. Nothing,” Arthur said, looking down at the plants next to his feet, the greenery labelled with rowan and yarrow and henbane, all things that witches might use or so it said on the label. “It’s as if he doesn’t exist.”
“Perhaps you should let him go,” Morgana reached over and laid her hand on his arm, squeezing it a little. “He doesn’t seem to want to be found.”
“Morgana, I’m not going to stop, not now. I know he’s in trouble somehow. I can’t just let him wander around, thinking that he was some kind of wizard. He may not care about me anymore, but I care about him,” Arthur said, patting her hand, then shaking her off as he stood up. “It’s nice seeing you. We’ll get together for Christmas, right?”
Morgana let out a long, put-upon sigh. “Look, I’ve a suggestion and I know you won’t want to do it, but hear me out.” She stood up, too, then nodded toward the museum. “There are legends of springs nearby, holy places that,” she stopped when he scowled at her, then just rolled her eyes. “Holy places that can send you visions. You drop something into the spring, something of value to you and ask what you need to ask and then you,” Morgana growled as he shook his head, thinking that maybe she had lost it, too. She must have realised just what he was thinking because her eyes narrowed, and she looked like she’d swallowed a lemon. “Will you listen, you arse? I’m telling you a way to find Merlin. And nothing else has worked so try it anyway and if nothing else, you’ve only lost time.”
“Morgana, this is ridiculous,” Arthur growled.
“Fine, don’t try it, but let me finish.” Morgana gave another sigh, then said, “Something that Merlin might have touched or that you prize of his. Drop it into the holy spring and then go home. He may come or he may not, but at least you tried. There are several in the area, even one on top of Tintagel itself.”
“I’m not doing something that crazy,” Arthur snapped, then as he stomped away, thinking that he’d heard enough shit for one day, called back over his shoulder, “See you at Christmas.”
“I hope you find him,” Morgana shouted after him, then walked into the museum and out of sight.
Great, now even his sister was going all magical. As if the day couldn’t get any worse.