Author: 
ajsrandom
Title: Spelled
Rating: G
Pairing/s: you'll see
Character/s: Gaius, Arthur, Morgana, Merlin
Summary: When Merlin's hot by a spell, Arthur rushes him to Gaius for a cure.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1145 (oops)
Prompt: #273, Wake Up
Author's Notes: Canon divergent, takes place between 2.3 and 2.9.
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Gaius jumped when his door banged open. As he turned to see who had entered so abruptly, Arthur’s voice called out, “Gaius, I need your help.”
The older man stood when he noticed Arthur carrying an inert form in his arms. He gasped when Arthur brought the body over to his bed—it was Merlin. “What happened?”
“We were in the Darkling Woods on a hunting trip, when a man jumped out of the underbrush. He proclaimed himself a powerful sorcerer who was ‘going to take Uther down’ by getting to me. Just as he began a spell, Merlin jumped in front of me to take the full brunt of it. He collapsed.”
“He looks asleep. Have you tried to rouse him?”
“We’ve tried any number of things to get him to wake—yelling, water, tickling—you name it, we tried it. But he just won’t wake up.”
“Poor Merlin, I should have known he’d do something so foolish.” Gaius leaned down to feel Merlin’s forehead. He was a bit cold and very pale.
“Have you ever seen anything like this before?”
“No, I’ve heard rumors of such a sleep, but I’ll need to do some research.”
“I hope you can find something. I’ll need my useless servant back as soon as possible. Good luck, Gaius.”
“Sire,” Gaius bowed as Arthur left the room, closing the door behind him. He looked down at Merlin. “What have you got yourself into this time, Merlin?”
He walked over to one of his bookcases and pulled out several volumes. These he sat down on the table then sat down in front of them. He cracked the top one open and began perusing its information.
Three books and a few hours later, he hit upon something that looked relevant. “The sleeping death,” it was called. The victim was enchanted to sleep forever, unless their one true love kissed them. It sounded like a fairy tale to him, but it was worth a try. Surely someone in Camelot could wake his nonresponsive ward.
Gaius hied himself up to Arthur chambers, entering when bidden. “Sire,” he said, “I believe I’ve found the right spell.”
Arthur stood. “What is it?”
“A spell called ‘the sleeping death.’ Its victims sleep until they are woken by a kiss from their true love.”
“So we have to find Merlin’s true love. Who could that be? I have no idea.”
“Could it be Gwen? She did kiss him that one time.”
Arthur flushed. “What? No. It can’t be Gwen. It can’t be, I know it.”
“And how would you know that, sire?”
“She just isn’t, okay?”
“All right, if you’re sure.” Gaius smiled inwardly. Arthur was objecting just a bit too strenuously for his own good.
The Prince started pacing. “So who can it be then? He hasn’t told me about seeing anyone and I think I would know if he had . . . wait a minute.”
“Sire?”
“Could it be? She hasn’t mentioned . . . but the visits, and the flowers . . . yeah, it has to be.”
“Sire.”
Arthur stopped pacing. “It’s Morgana, I know it is.”
“Are you sure about this? Because if you’re wrong, Merlin will sleep forever.”
“It’s her. They’re just a little too friendly for their own good. Let’s go see her.”
“All right. If you’re sure, sire.”
“I am.” Arthur led the way out of his chambers and soon they stood at the door of Morgana’s. Arthur knocked and waited for the door to open.
Gwen opened the door, and she and Arthur stared at each other for a moment too long, until Gaius cleared his throat. Gwen flushed but let them through to where Morgana was sitting at her vanity.
“Morgana, we’ve got to talk to you,” Arthur started.
“Arthur, Gaius. What can I do for you?”
Gaius explained once again about the sleeping death spell and its cure.
“So why have you come to me?”
“I think you’re the one who can break the spell,” Arthur explained.
Morgana blushed. “Me? But Merlin and I aren’t even in a relationship. How could I be the one to break the spell?”
“I’ve seen how you two act when you’re around each other. And I know Merlin’s visited your chambers after hours, not to mention all the flowers he’s brought you.”
“He was just being nice. I don’t feel that way about him.”
“Are you sure? Not even a little bit?”
“Arthur . . . I don’t want to get him in trouble.”
“But Morgana, he’s already in trouble and I think you can get him out of it.”
“If Uther were to find out . . .”
Arthur grinned. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll go distract father while you nip down to Gaius’s chambers. We can always say you needed another sleeping potion.”
“All right. Gaius, what do you think?”
“I think it’s worth a try, my lady.”
Morgana stood. “Then I’ll go right now.
“Thank you, Morgana.”
“Aw, Arthur, you do care.”
“My room’s just getting messy. I can’t very well clean it myself, now can I?”
Morgana laughed her way out of her chambers, Gaius following behind. Soon they were in his chambers, looking down at Merlin. “Aw, he looks so sweet while he’s asleep, doesn’t he?”
Gaius glanced at her face. She was looking adoringly down at Merlin, sweeping his hair back from his forehead. She may not admit she cares about him, but she definitely felt something. “Ah, my lady, could you perhaps . . .”
“Get on with it? Of course.” She bent down over Merlin. With their lips an inch apart, she said, “Wake up, Merlin.” And with that, she pressed their lips together.
At first nothing happened. But after a few seconds, Merlin’s pale face began to pink up. And a few seconds after that, he began to respond by kissing Morgana back. After a few more seconds, Morgana pulled back to look down at him.
“What? Morgana? What happened? And why were you kissing me? Not that I object . . . oh hi, Gaius!” Merlin flushed even deeper and Morgana giggled at his lack of composure.
“You jumped in front of a spell aimed at Arthur,” Gaius explained. “The spell happened to be called the sleeping death. Only a kiss from your true love could wake you.”
As quickly as Merlin flushed, he paled. “You mean Morgana’s my true love?”
“It would appear so,” Morgana answered. She sat at his side and took his hand.
“Well, I suggest you don’t tell Uther about it, but yes, it looks like she is. Now I’ll leave you two to come up with a sensible solution to your issue here. I’ve got other work to do.”
But as Gaius turned, he smiled. It seemed things were looking up for Merlin. He only hoped the boy didn’t screw this opportunity up.
ajsrandomTitle: Spelled
Rating: G
Pairing/s: you'll see
Character/s: Gaius, Arthur, Morgana, Merlin
Summary: When Merlin's hot by a spell, Arthur rushes him to Gaius for a cure.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1145 (oops)
Prompt: #273, Wake Up
Author's Notes: Canon divergent, takes place between 2.3 and 2.9.
........................................
Gaius jumped when his door banged open. As he turned to see who had entered so abruptly, Arthur’s voice called out, “Gaius, I need your help.”
The older man stood when he noticed Arthur carrying an inert form in his arms. He gasped when Arthur brought the body over to his bed—it was Merlin. “What happened?”
“We were in the Darkling Woods on a hunting trip, when a man jumped out of the underbrush. He proclaimed himself a powerful sorcerer who was ‘going to take Uther down’ by getting to me. Just as he began a spell, Merlin jumped in front of me to take the full brunt of it. He collapsed.”
“He looks asleep. Have you tried to rouse him?”
“We’ve tried any number of things to get him to wake—yelling, water, tickling—you name it, we tried it. But he just won’t wake up.”
“Poor Merlin, I should have known he’d do something so foolish.” Gaius leaned down to feel Merlin’s forehead. He was a bit cold and very pale.
“Have you ever seen anything like this before?”
“No, I’ve heard rumors of such a sleep, but I’ll need to do some research.”
“I hope you can find something. I’ll need my useless servant back as soon as possible. Good luck, Gaius.”
“Sire,” Gaius bowed as Arthur left the room, closing the door behind him. He looked down at Merlin. “What have you got yourself into this time, Merlin?”
He walked over to one of his bookcases and pulled out several volumes. These he sat down on the table then sat down in front of them. He cracked the top one open and began perusing its information.
Three books and a few hours later, he hit upon something that looked relevant. “The sleeping death,” it was called. The victim was enchanted to sleep forever, unless their one true love kissed them. It sounded like a fairy tale to him, but it was worth a try. Surely someone in Camelot could wake his nonresponsive ward.
Gaius hied himself up to Arthur chambers, entering when bidden. “Sire,” he said, “I believe I’ve found the right spell.”
Arthur stood. “What is it?”
“A spell called ‘the sleeping death.’ Its victims sleep until they are woken by a kiss from their true love.”
“So we have to find Merlin’s true love. Who could that be? I have no idea.”
“Could it be Gwen? She did kiss him that one time.”
Arthur flushed. “What? No. It can’t be Gwen. It can’t be, I know it.”
“And how would you know that, sire?”
“She just isn’t, okay?”
“All right, if you’re sure.” Gaius smiled inwardly. Arthur was objecting just a bit too strenuously for his own good.
The Prince started pacing. “So who can it be then? He hasn’t told me about seeing anyone and I think I would know if he had . . . wait a minute.”
“Sire?”
“Could it be? She hasn’t mentioned . . . but the visits, and the flowers . . . yeah, it has to be.”
“Sire.”
Arthur stopped pacing. “It’s Morgana, I know it is.”
“Are you sure about this? Because if you’re wrong, Merlin will sleep forever.”
“It’s her. They’re just a little too friendly for their own good. Let’s go see her.”
“All right. If you’re sure, sire.”
“I am.” Arthur led the way out of his chambers and soon they stood at the door of Morgana’s. Arthur knocked and waited for the door to open.
Gwen opened the door, and she and Arthur stared at each other for a moment too long, until Gaius cleared his throat. Gwen flushed but let them through to where Morgana was sitting at her vanity.
“Morgana, we’ve got to talk to you,” Arthur started.
“Arthur, Gaius. What can I do for you?”
Gaius explained once again about the sleeping death spell and its cure.
“So why have you come to me?”
“I think you’re the one who can break the spell,” Arthur explained.
Morgana blushed. “Me? But Merlin and I aren’t even in a relationship. How could I be the one to break the spell?”
“I’ve seen how you two act when you’re around each other. And I know Merlin’s visited your chambers after hours, not to mention all the flowers he’s brought you.”
“He was just being nice. I don’t feel that way about him.”
“Are you sure? Not even a little bit?”
“Arthur . . . I don’t want to get him in trouble.”
“But Morgana, he’s already in trouble and I think you can get him out of it.”
“If Uther were to find out . . .”
Arthur grinned. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll go distract father while you nip down to Gaius’s chambers. We can always say you needed another sleeping potion.”
“All right. Gaius, what do you think?”
“I think it’s worth a try, my lady.”
Morgana stood. “Then I’ll go right now.
“Thank you, Morgana.”
“Aw, Arthur, you do care.”
“My room’s just getting messy. I can’t very well clean it myself, now can I?”
Morgana laughed her way out of her chambers, Gaius following behind. Soon they were in his chambers, looking down at Merlin. “Aw, he looks so sweet while he’s asleep, doesn’t he?”
Gaius glanced at her face. She was looking adoringly down at Merlin, sweeping his hair back from his forehead. She may not admit she cares about him, but she definitely felt something. “Ah, my lady, could you perhaps . . .”
“Get on with it? Of course.” She bent down over Merlin. With their lips an inch apart, she said, “Wake up, Merlin.” And with that, she pressed their lips together.
At first nothing happened. But after a few seconds, Merlin’s pale face began to pink up. And a few seconds after that, he began to respond by kissing Morgana back. After a few more seconds, Morgana pulled back to look down at him.
“What? Morgana? What happened? And why were you kissing me? Not that I object . . . oh hi, Gaius!” Merlin flushed even deeper and Morgana giggled at his lack of composure.
“You jumped in front of a spell aimed at Arthur,” Gaius explained. “The spell happened to be called the sleeping death. Only a kiss from your true love could wake you.”
As quickly as Merlin flushed, he paled. “You mean Morgana’s my true love?”
“It would appear so,” Morgana answered. She sat at his side and took his hand.
“Well, I suggest you don’t tell Uther about it, but yes, it looks like she is. Now I’ll leave you two to come up with a sensible solution to your issue here. I’ve got other work to do.”
But as Gaius turned, he smiled. It seemed things were looking up for Merlin. He only hoped the boy didn’t screw this opportunity up.
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