Title: it's no heart that beats
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin, Gwen
Summary: Merlin wakes up after being buried beneath the ice for two thousand years.
Word Count: 450
Author's Notes: This is a little BBC Merlin/Avengers crossover *g*
“Are you all right?” the doctor –– Gwen –– asks.
“Yes,” Merlin says, looking at a skyline that may as well have been another world. “It’s just ––. Well. Two thousand years is a long time.” He wonders if he’ll ever feel warm again, having been asleep under the ice for so long.
He hadn’t been fooled when he had woken up. They had tried to recreate a familiar environment but everything had immediately and permanently felt wrong. He had run, onto a street with hundreds of people and mind-numbing noise. The doctor –– Gwen, and wasn’t that just fate having a laugh at his expense –– had met him when he was surrounded, and explained.
You’ve been asleep for almost two thousand years.
But Arthur, he had said, still disoriented, Arthur waits for me.
“It’s just that, you keep rubbing your chest,” Gwen says, pulling him back to the rooftop, to the grey city before him, to this lonely, lonely life. Am I really alive? he thinks, I don’t think my heart can beat if there is no Arthur in this world.
“Oh,” Merlin says, looking down at the palm spread over his shirt. “It’s an old scar. It’s tingling for some reason.” A memento from the first time he’d been willing to lay down his life for Arthur.
“Do you want me to take a look?” Gwen asks, indicating the fire escape behind them. “It’s getting dark anyway, and the others are waiting.”
“Oh, I don’t think that’ll be necessary. Let’s go meet the others.”
The others. Super-humans, demi-gods, half men, half monsters. They believe Merlin was found at this time because the earth is in grave peril. Merlin wishes he hadn’t been found at all, then this world wouldn’t have meant a thing to him. He’s not sure he does now. It’s not his home.
Gwen holds the door to a conference room and he steps inside. Around the oval table is a very ordinary looking man, a giant with a hammer and someone with his legs kicked out before him, tapping a pen in such an irritated manner, Merlin wants to make it explode with one thought.
As if the man can hear him, he looks up with a smirk. A smirk that looks so familiar it hurts. Beneath the man's shirt, right there, right where Merlin's scar burns, something glows. When blue, blue eyes widen in recognition, Merlin feels alive for the first time.
“… Thor and Iron Man,” Gwen finishes beside him but Merlin isn’t listening.
All Merlin can think is, he is here, he has returned.