Title: You're Welcome
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Arthur does Merlin a huge favor on his wedding day.
Word Count: 420
Prompt: #263, Favor/Favour
Author's Notes: Continuing from last week.
Merlin searched his designer suit’s pockets frantically. He could have sworn he’d had it when he left his flat earlier, but now it was nowhere to be found. And it was no use looking anywhere else—there was nowhere else he would have put the thing.
Arthur chose that moment to enter the room. Merlin turned to see his friend and uttered, “Arthur! Thank goodness!”
Arthur took in Merlin’s less-than-composed state. “What’s going on?”
“You have to do me the biggest favor of my life.”
“Oh-kay. What is it?”
Merlin fished his keys from a pocket and tossed them at Arthur, who caught them deftly. “You have to go to my flat and find the ring.”
“Arthur, please. I can’t find it. I know I had it in my hand after I got dressed, but after that, I have no idea.”
“Is this your idea of a joke?”
“Are you kidding? Arthur, please don’t let me ruin my marriage before it even starts.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll go.” He turned to leave.
Merlin began pacing. Meanwhile, Arthur got in his car and drove the short distance to Merlin’s flat. He hurried from his car, up the steps and through the door. There he stopped, aghast at the disaster in front of him. Merlin’s flat looked like a tornado had hit it. He threw his hands into the air and moaned “Why me?” before he began picking things up to look under them.
It took him twenty minutes to go through the living room and kitchen. No ring, and time was passing quickly. He’d answered three frantic calls from Merlin before he switched his phone off. Now he headed for the bedroom, which was the most likely place, he thought.
He walked in, glanced around and headed for the dresser. There sat a little black velvet box. He sighed, picked up the box and pocketed it. Then he reached for his phone and dialed Merlin, who answered before the first ring completed. “How did you—never mind. I have the ring and I’m en route.” He hung up before Merlin could answer and raced down to his car.
Arthur flew low back to the church, where Merlin was still pacing. He looked up when Arthur burst through the door panting. “Here,” he said, holding out the box.
“I can’t thank you enough, Arthur.”
“Just do me a favor.”
“Anything.” Music sounded from the chapel.
Arthur stepped forward to help Merlin right his suit. “Just clean your flat!”