Chemistry - part 2
Author: 
archaeologist_d
Title: Chemistry part 2
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Uther
Summary: The scrawny kid knew more about chemistry than Arthur did.
Warnings: none,
Word Count: 552
Camelot Drabble Prompt bingo 512: ship-wrecked
Author’s Notes: definitely multi-chaptered
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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His father had been surprisingly understanding about Merlin.
It wasn’t that Arthur was frantic to find him, although in the early days, he had searched and searched to no avail. He knew that it was over when Merlin’s flat suddenly had someone else living there, all of his plants gone, that porny manuscript that they’d used over and over again vanished, and it was if Merlin had never existed.
But when he moped and started to slack off on his studies, Uther told him to put it all past him, that the poor kid from the wrong side of town had obvious mental afflictions to leave a bright future with such a talented individual. Arthur would have preened at the compliment, rare as they were, but instead he sputtered and defended Merlin.
But his father was right. Merlin hadn’t even said good-bye.
Finally, on the edge of being thrown out of uni, Arthur decided to fuck it all, to put love aside, and concentrate on becoming a doctor.
It worked. He graduated with flying colours and was about to be employed as a foundation doctor at one of the more prestigious hospitals in London.
But he decided to take the summer off first, to get his head out of his arse, and maybe think about finding someone to share a life with.
Renting a cottage near Tintagel, —after all, King Arthur’s legend was strong there and Arthur would like to think that they had something in common besides the name, a royal lineage or maybe a cool sword—, Arthur grew suntanned and a little more brazen about his sailing capabilities.
Perhaps a little too brazen.
The waves rough, the wind howling, maybe it had been a bad idea to go out sailing that day. Arthur wasn’t quite ship-wrecked, but it was a near thing. The dingy capsized, sinking to the bottom of the sea, and Arthur had to swim for it.
At least, it wasn’t freezing although Arthur was shivering by the time he crawled his way out onto the spit of sand.
It wasn’t the cold or the wind or even the way the mist seemed to sweep over the rocks, odd as that was, that made him shudder, though. As he looked up, he saw a figure staring down at him.
His face hidden in the folds of his cloak, he seemed to wrap himself up in fog and mystery but there was something familiar there, something that called to Arthur.
Too tired to move really but thinking that he needed shelter and dry clothes, Arthur pulled himself up a little, at least out of the water, and sat there, panting, trying to gather strength enough to get up.
As the man grew closer, Arthur couldn’t see much, just rough hands and a hesitant walk, but finally, standing over Arthur and reaching out a hand to help, the hood fell back, and Merlin, drawn and wary, stared down into Arthur’s face. “So, you found me at last.” With that, he pulled Arthur up, putting his arm around Arthur’s waist, and started to half-walk him back up the slope.
His mind whirling with questions, not wanting to let go and wanting to yell and scream and demand answers, instead, Arthur said, “Merlin?”
Merlin nodded. “Hello, Arthur. Welcome to my home.”
archaeologist_dTitle: Chemistry part 2
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Uther
Summary: The scrawny kid knew more about chemistry than Arthur did.
Warnings: none,
Word Count: 552
Camelot Drabble Prompt bingo 512: ship-wrecked
Author’s Notes: definitely multi-chaptered
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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His father had been surprisingly understanding about Merlin.
It wasn’t that Arthur was frantic to find him, although in the early days, he had searched and searched to no avail. He knew that it was over when Merlin’s flat suddenly had someone else living there, all of his plants gone, that porny manuscript that they’d used over and over again vanished, and it was if Merlin had never existed.
But when he moped and started to slack off on his studies, Uther told him to put it all past him, that the poor kid from the wrong side of town had obvious mental afflictions to leave a bright future with such a talented individual. Arthur would have preened at the compliment, rare as they were, but instead he sputtered and defended Merlin.
But his father was right. Merlin hadn’t even said good-bye.
Finally, on the edge of being thrown out of uni, Arthur decided to fuck it all, to put love aside, and concentrate on becoming a doctor.
It worked. He graduated with flying colours and was about to be employed as a foundation doctor at one of the more prestigious hospitals in London.
But he decided to take the summer off first, to get his head out of his arse, and maybe think about finding someone to share a life with.
Renting a cottage near Tintagel, —after all, King Arthur’s legend was strong there and Arthur would like to think that they had something in common besides the name, a royal lineage or maybe a cool sword—, Arthur grew suntanned and a little more brazen about his sailing capabilities.
Perhaps a little too brazen.
The waves rough, the wind howling, maybe it had been a bad idea to go out sailing that day. Arthur wasn’t quite ship-wrecked, but it was a near thing. The dingy capsized, sinking to the bottom of the sea, and Arthur had to swim for it.
At least, it wasn’t freezing although Arthur was shivering by the time he crawled his way out onto the spit of sand.
It wasn’t the cold or the wind or even the way the mist seemed to sweep over the rocks, odd as that was, that made him shudder, though. As he looked up, he saw a figure staring down at him.
His face hidden in the folds of his cloak, he seemed to wrap himself up in fog and mystery but there was something familiar there, something that called to Arthur.
Too tired to move really but thinking that he needed shelter and dry clothes, Arthur pulled himself up a little, at least out of the water, and sat there, panting, trying to gather strength enough to get up.
As the man grew closer, Arthur couldn’t see much, just rough hands and a hesitant walk, but finally, standing over Arthur and reaching out a hand to help, the hood fell back, and Merlin, drawn and wary, stared down into Arthur’s face. “So, you found me at last.” With that, he pulled Arthur up, putting his arm around Arthur’s waist, and started to half-walk him back up the slope.
His mind whirling with questions, not wanting to let go and wanting to yell and scream and demand answers, instead, Arthur said, “Merlin?”
Merlin nodded. “Hello, Arthur. Welcome to my home.”