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Mischief - part 18 - Aftermath

Author: archaeologist_d
Title: Mischief Part 18 – Aftermath
Rating: R for language
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Morgana
Summary: Arthur deals with what just happened. Is he being an idiot or heroic?
Word Count: 665
Camelot_drabble Prompt 483: Secret meeting
Author's Notes: unbetaed.
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
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“What the fuck was that?” Morgana snapped at him, hands on her hips, glaring at him as if she could vaporise him with a single look. “Do you have any idea of how that made Merlin feel?”

At least, Arthur hadn’t driven off after the debacle with all that magic bollocks. He was still a little woozy from whatever the hell they had given him to drink, and he didn’t think that moonlight shimmering in the air, and the leaves talking to him were real. But he certainly couldn’t drive anywhere until it was out of his system.

No hangovers, she said. But he didn’t know what else to call it. No, it didn’t hurt as a normal hangover would, but the pain in his chest wasn’t going away any time soon.

Sighing, knowing that he could have handled it better, still upset, Arthur said, “I don’t know how Merlin would feel. Why would I? He’s a stranger who used to be a cat and make a mess of my flat and purr into my ear and grumble about me feeding him less-than-top-grade tuna. But I don’t know him. At all.”

Spying the human Merlin walking down with the others—at least someone had loaned him a robe so he wasn’t traipsing around naked, Arthur lowered his voice. “What am I supposed to say? Hi, I’m Arthur. I used to own you?” When Morgana glared some more, Arthur sighed again. “He’s better off without me, anyway. I haven’t a scrap of magic, and if he’s as magical as you say, then I’ll just be in his way.”

Morgana softened at that. “Arthur, don’t you think that he knows you, though? He’s been living with you for months now. If he hated it, he could have escaped at any time.”

“I was just his meal ticket, nothing more,” Arthur said, looking down at his feet.

“You were never that, Arthur,” Merlin said. His voice was low, a little rough as if only now speaking properly. “You took me in, treated me with all the love anyone could show, and then sacrificed your own well-being so that I could change back to my true self. You let me be who I was meant to be.”

“Well, I… I only did what was right,” Arthur said, embarrassed at the warmth in Merlin’s voice. He sounded like he thought Arthur was some kind of damn hero, and honestly, Arthur was far from that. Just a confused bloke who used to own a cat.
But the idea that this stranger would come back to the flat with him, would try and maybe take his cat’s place in his heart, just made his chest hurt more.

Arthur glanced up then, looking into a pale, moonlit face and blue eyes that gleamed a little in the darkness. Feeling the intense need to be alone and come to terms with everything that had happened the last few months, Arthur said, “Perhaps it would be best if you stayed with Morgana. She’d understand about your magic and things in ways I can’t. And then you could see about going back to your old life.”

“So you don’t want me to come back with you, then?” Merlin sounded almost hurt.

“We have nothing in common. I would think you’d want to return to your old life and get back to doing whatever you were doing before this whole thing began. I’m just a boring accountant and you have magic and power. I’d just be holding you back.” The thought of his flat, once so full of joy and energy and mischief, was giving Arthur a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach, but really, there was nothing to be done. His cat was gone, and he wasn’t coming back. Arthur would throw away the toys, donate the rest of the tuna to the shelter and get on with his life.

Morgana shook her head. “You are being an idiot.”

“Maybe, but Merlin needs to go back to his old life and so do I,” Arthur said, then pushed himself up and got into his car. “It was nice meeting you, Merlin, and good luck with everything.”

“Morgana is right. You are an idiot,” Merlin said, frowning a little. But he stepped back out of the way when Arthur just nodded and drove his car out of the parking lot and into the darkness beyond.

“I am an idiot, Merlin,” Arthur muttered to himself as he sped away. “But at least I did the right thing this time. Hopefully, someday you will understand that.”
Tags: *c:archaeologist_d, c:arthur, c:merlin, c:morgana, pt 483:secret meeting, rating:r, type:drabble
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