Title: A Promotion
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Gaius
Summary: Merlin is promoted as Arthur's personal assistant.
Word Count: 414
Author's Notes: Not beta'd and honestly isn't all that great. It's basically just the end of episode one but in a different universe.
“You have been promoted to being Arthur’s personal assistant.”
Now, if Merlin had been in any other situation, those words would have been music to his ears. However, given the fact that his boss would be none other than the arrogant dollophead, Arthur Pendragon, it sounded more like a punishment.
Merlin honestly didn’t know exactly how to react. He felt happy to receive a promotion that would guarantee a higher pay and more privileges than he was currently entitled to. However, being promoted to Arthur’s personal assistant means more time with Arthur and Merlin has learned from experience that too much time with him will just lead to a migraine.
“Oh, Merlin don’t look so horrified!” Was what his great-uncle Gaius had said when he broke the news. The old man was the company’s corporate physician. He had been for the past few decades and was the one who had landed Merlin a job at Camelot Enterprises. “You got this promotion because you deserve it! You saved Arthur’s life.”
“Yes, Gaius, but this will also subject me to whatever he may want. And I’m pretty sure I don’t want what he does.”
Even with his back turned, Merlin knows that Gaius had just rose his eyebrow and made that face. For a moment, neither of them say anything more, but Merlin couldn’t help but complain. And Gaius did not exactly fancy listening to him for hours, so he sends him off to get a start on his new job. Reluctantly, Merlin goes.
“Ah, there you are Merlin.”
Merlin was hoping that he could make his way up to Arthur’s office as slowly as possible. But of course, the devil incarnate was already outside when he left Gaius’s office. He didn’t really like the idea of working for Arthur, because not only was he a prat, he was an absolute clotpole. . . . Well, not that that had much of a difference. As it was, they got off on the wrong foot when they had first met. (Merlin had involved himself when he found Arthur abusing another employee verbally.)
“You’re late,” is the next thing Arthur says.
Merlin resists the urge to roll his eyes. “Sorry, sir. I had to speak with Gaius.”
“Yes, well,” Arthur says, smirk plastered on his handsome face. “To make up for it, you can polish my shoes, sort my file cabinets, pick-up my morning coffee, get--”
It was then, that Merlin knew it was going to be a very long day