Title: The definition of insanity…
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur.
Summary: Arthur tells Merlin about his job prospects.
Word Count: 750
Prompt: "Wake Up" for camelot_drabble
Author's Notes: Part 25 of the "divorce!fic"
Catch up: [Catch Up]
1. All too familiar 2. Leaving the past in the past 3. That Familiar Feeling 4. We laugh and we cry (And we break) 5. Busy was always better. 6. The need to stop the hurt 7. Despite our estrangement 8. And you would smile, and that would be enough 9. We Have To Win 10. The Calm Before The Storm 11. A Glimpse 12. The First Time 13. Risking It All 14. Comfort 15. Decisions 16. More Than This 17. The Patience Game 18. Part of the truth 19. Dodging Calls, 20. What Arthur Wants, 21. Don't Run Away Again, 22. Insecurities, 23. Full of Bad Ideas, 24. Arthur's Next Move
Arthur woke up to a warm body pressed against his. After two years of sleeping alone, he still wasn't used to have Merlin back in his bed. Back in his life. He tried not to make any sudden movements as Merlin looked quite peaceful, but his arm was at a weird angle, and it was starting to hurt. His attempt to not wake Merlin up ended up being a failure.
"Hmm…" Merlin moaned lightly and turned, throwing his leg around Arthur's and pulling him close. "What time is it?"
"No clue," Arthur said softly. It was a Saturday and they were sleeping in, and well, Arthur was unemployed and Merlin kept odd hours. They didn't have to be anywhere.
"I missed lazy weekends," Merlin said, his face resting in the crook of Arthur's neck as he hot breath coaxed Arthur's skin.
"I'll miss them again," Arthur replied.
"What do you mean?"
Arthur ran his fingers up and down Merlin's back, trying to think of the words. "I might have to shift to New York."
"Oh?" Merlin asked, his voice steady, but Arthur felt him swallow nervously next to him. "Have you got an offer?"
"Not yet. But I've definitely been contacted by a few people urging me to look at what they have, and apply. Possibly even fly out there."
"Just New York?"
"Wow, you're a big deal, Pendragon."
Arthur smiled. It was something Merlin used to say to him when they were younger, and Arthur used to get good marks on all his tests. He was all of his teachers' favourite.
"Comes naturally," Arthur said with a smile, kissing the top of Merlin's head.
"So, what's the reason for missing the weekends?"
"What do you mean?" Arthur asked.
"You'll miss the weekends with me because you don't want to take me to New York or Sydney, or you don't think I'll come if you asked."
Merlin was looking up at him now, still on his side, so Arthur turned so they could be face-to-face. "You'd do that? You'd leave everything here and just shift with me?"
Merlin shrugged. "Wouldn't be the first time I tried to make a life with you. This time, I can afford to pay for my half of the journey."
"I didn't want to assume—"
"You're a complete prat, Arthur," Merlin said, smiling. Arthur couldn't believe Merlin wasn't upset. Not about his moving, or about him not asking Merlin to go with him. Before Arthur could say anything, Merlin turned away, and got up off the bed.
Okay, so maybe he was upset, thought Arthur.
He was back a minute later, handing Arthur a letter and settling back next to Arthur's side.
Arthur hesitantly opened the letter and read through it. It dated a few weeks ago, and was from a placed call International Art Galleries — New York Division. It was an invitation of sorts for Merlin to go and visit them in autumn.
"Oh," Arthur said, stupidly.
"I was thinking of going to New York, anyway. And for the record, blockhead, I was going to ask you to come with me."
"I still have trouble sometimes," Arthur said, slowly. When Merlin didn't respond, Arthur continued, "I…still find it hard to believe this is real. Again. Like the two years was a bad dream…"
"I know what you mean," Merlin said, pressing close to Arthur again. "When you're not here, and I wake up in the middle of the night—I feel like I'd dreamt it all up. That we weren't getting back together. That last few months have just been this weird parallel universe I was living in and now my reality is the same. Without you."
"Maybe we should get married again," Arthur said.
"What?" Merlin asked, sounding shocked. He pushed himself away from Arthur and looked down at him, as if to really listen to what Arthur was saying.
"If we're travelling. Being abroad—legal rights and all that." Merlin's eyes continued to widen and he didn't respond. "Just signing some papers. Not a ceremony or anything. I don't even want to tell our friends…" Maybe not the right thing to say.
"I mean, if that's okay with you. If you want a ceremon—"
"No, I don't want a ceremony," Merlin said.
"You probably don't think it's a good idea—"
"It's a terrible idea."
"But you'll do it?"
Merlin nodded. "I'll do it. To be safe."
"To be safe," Arthur echoed, unable to hide the smile on his face.