Chances are...
Title: Chances are...
Author: digthewriter
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Merlin is relaxing in his hotel in Toronto
Warnings: AU
Word Count: ~300
Prompt: "I'm here" for camelot_drabble
Author's Notes: This is a continuation of (PART ONE) A LAST CHANCE, and (PART TWO) Not Leaving It To Chance - Unbetaed. Also written for "hurt/comfort" prompt for merlin_writers TROPES BINGO
Merlin rested back against the headboard of the bed in his hotel room. He'd been in Toronto for a week and was going to be there indefinitely so finding a flat was number one priority -- besides doing a good job at his new work, of course.
His laptop rested on his knees as he had two windows open. One was open with the code he was reviewing for his co-worker and the other was a listing of apartment searches in the downtown Toronto area.
The perk of working for such a big company like Samsung was that their budget for providing housing was rather substantial. He could get used to this. He could even live in Toronto for a while. It was definitely his new home for the next six months, at least.
His hotel phone rang and he found that to be rather odd. Everyone from his work, his friends and family, all rang up his mobile. He checked the time and didn't think why someone would be calling him at half past four in the afternoon.
"Hello," Merlin said into the phone, half distracted. He was still looking over that code and had found an error.
"Merlin..."
Merlin's eyes widened and no...it couldn't be. How did he...what the hell?
"Arthur?" he asked into the phone. He gave a light tap to his face just to make sure that this wasn't a dream. Dreams of Arthur weren't something out of the ordinary but it'd been a while where it'd been something so real.
"I'm here."
THE NEXT PART: EXPECTATIONS
Author: digthewriter
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Merlin is relaxing in his hotel in Toronto
Warnings: AU
Word Count: ~300
Prompt: "I'm here" for camelot_drabble
Author's Notes: This is a continuation of (PART ONE) A LAST CHANCE, and (PART TWO) Not Leaving It To Chance - Unbetaed. Also written for "hurt/comfort" prompt for merlin_writers TROPES BINGO
Merlin rested back against the headboard of the bed in his hotel room. He'd been in Toronto for a week and was going to be there indefinitely so finding a flat was number one priority -- besides doing a good job at his new work, of course.
His laptop rested on his knees as he had two windows open. One was open with the code he was reviewing for his co-worker and the other was a listing of apartment searches in the downtown Toronto area.
The perk of working for such a big company like Samsung was that their budget for providing housing was rather substantial. He could get used to this. He could even live in Toronto for a while. It was definitely his new home for the next six months, at least.
His hotel phone rang and he found that to be rather odd. Everyone from his work, his friends and family, all rang up his mobile. He checked the time and didn't think why someone would be calling him at half past four in the afternoon.
"Hello," Merlin said into the phone, half distracted. He was still looking over that code and had found an error.
"Merlin..."
Merlin's eyes widened and no...it couldn't be. How did he...what the hell?
"Arthur?" he asked into the phone. He gave a light tap to his face just to make sure that this wasn't a dream. Dreams of Arthur weren't something out of the ordinary but it'd been a while where it'd been something so real.
"I'm here."
THE NEXT PART: EXPECTATIONS