Title: The Cottage by the Sea (Part 8)
Summary: Merlin and Morgana arrive in the new world
Word Count: 439
Prompt: 426 A Bridge Too Far
Author's Notes: This one is late.
As the boat docked in the New York harbor, Merlin felt a wave of guilt for dragging Morgana across the ocean to a whole new world. Of course, he should have left but he should have given her more of a choice in the matter.
Merlin looked around their cabin. The bags were packed and ready for the porter to off load them. He sighed at what little they had managed to bring with them. This is not the life a Royal Lady of the Court of Camelot should have. There should be trunks full of dresses, hats, shoes, and the like.
Morgana burst into the room. "Merlin! The harbor is huge. Everyone is so busy! You should come up and watch as we dock." She noticed the look on his face. "What is it?"
"I've dragged you across an ocean and for what? Arthur will just send someone for us." Merlin sat on the bed. "I think I've crossed a bridge too far and set it on fire while we are still on it."
Morgana sat down next to him and kissed his cheek. "I was happy to cross that bridge with you and I even carried the matches. Come Mr. Emerson. We have a lot to do after we disembark. We need to find somewhere to sleep tonight. We need to be on a coach leaving in the morning to take us north to our new home."
"I don't deserve you." Merlin took her hand. "You should box my ears for dragging you away from you home in the middle of the night."
"If you hadn't, Arthur would have executed me and I would have never got to marry the man I love." Morgana leaned against his arm.
Merlin looked at her. She didn't even look like herself. Her long dark hair was cut short. She was dressed in simple clothes not the finery of a wealthy Lady. He sighed.
"When you find the bloke, let me know. I need to tell him you snore."
Morgana swatted his arm. "You're the only man I love, silly. Now come out on deck with me and see the harbor. Merlin, this is the adventure we always dreamed of taking. Isn't it exciting?"
Merlin stood up and smiled as he helped her up from the bed. "Only because I'm with you."
They went out on deck and watched as the steamer pulled into its berth in the harbor. Merlin put his arm around her and the wave of guilt washed over him again. He had let it all go for her sake and accept the consequences, whatever they may be.
Title: The Cottage by the Sea (Part 9)
Character/s: Mr. Stout
Summary: Merlin and Morgana arrive at their new cottage.
Word Count: 546
Prompt: 427 Love will find a way,
After a night in a dingy hotel room and two days in a swaying coach, Morgana was finally glad to be standing on her feet. Merlin had been quieter than usual and that troubled her. She reached out and took his hand as they stood in front of the livery in the sea side village. She gave his hand a squeeze to reassure him.
The coachman put their bags at their feet and Merlin slipped him a coin. The grizzled man looked at the coin and grinned as he got back on the coach. He drove away leaving them there in a strange new place.
"Hello!" An elderly gentleman called out to them. "You the Emerson's?"
"Yes." Merlin nodded. "Are you Mr. Stout?"
"Yes sir. Got your keys right here. I can give you a lift up to the cottage in my buggy. It's just over here." The man pointed to a buggy with a gray draft horse. He eyed the two bags at their feet. "Is that all of your belongings? Traveling mighty light."
"We sold all of our things to pay for the passage and the cottage." Morgana lied. "This is a fresh start for us."
"No need to explain, Missus. Not my business. I was just the caretaker until you bought the place. Shall we go?"
Merlin picked up the bags and followed the man to the buggy. Morgana followed then waited for a hand up into the buggy. Merlin came to help her up then got in beside her.
"This is a quiet place." Merlin said after a few minutes.
"Mostly fishermen and their wives. What is your trade, Mr. Emerson?"
"I am an apothecary and healer." Merlin told him.
"Good to hear. We don't have a healer around here presently. You come from England? I hear an accent."
"Yes. There are a lot of healers there." Merlin winked at Morgana.
Mr. Stout pulled into a dirt drive off the main road. A run down cottage came into view. "There it is. Gonna need some work."
Morgana looked at Merlin and reached out for his hand.
"I expected that with the low price. I'll be in the shops tomorrow for supplies. Tonight we just need to rest." Merlin gave Morgana's hand a squeeze.
"I would think so after the journey you two had." Mr Stout pulled up to the cottage and got out. "My Missus packed a basket for you so you won't have to cook your first night here."
Merlin helped Morgana down and took the bags from the back of the buggy.
"Thank her for us." Morgana took the basket from him. "My husband will appreciate not having to endure my cooking for the night."
Mr. Stout laughed and got back on the buggy. "Good day then."
Merlin waved as the man drove down the drive to the main road.
Morgana squinted at the cottage. "Merlin, it looks like it leaks."
"I'm sure it does but we can manage it. We have love and love always finds a way."
Morgana sighed. "This place will need all our love and skills."
"Might need some magick too." Merlin scooped her up in his arms. "Welcome home, Mrs. Emerson."
Morgana wrapped her arms around his neck. "No place Id rather be, Mr. Emerson."