Merlin, Arthur PendragonSummary:
Arthur thinks it's time for a revelation.Warnings:
Camelot Drabble 97: You and IAuthor's Notes:
Follows along from the others.
The situation -- lack of understanding and trust -- was becoming too dangerous.
It was time.
"Merlin," Arthur panted out, barely conscious in the wake of the Great Dragon's "slaying." "Don't be an idiot. I know very well that I did not kill the dragon."
Merlin paled. "What do you mean?"
Arthur heaved himself up. "I know that you have magic, Merlin, and you've been using it to protect me and Camelot almost from the very beginning of our acquaintance. It was rather obvious to me, actually, and the only reason I haven't said anything to this point is it was safer for you--and me--if I didn't let on."
Merlin stumbled, half falling on to the ground. "What?"
Arthur shook his head. "We need have no secrets between us, Merlin. I'm not blind. I'm also not my father. And this--unleashing the Great Dragon? This just proves that we need to start working together." He drew closer to Merlin, and held out his hand. "Come up. And tell me what really happened."
Tears shone in Merlin's eyes. "I don't know what to say."
Arthur snorted. "Start at the beginning. It's a long way back to Camelot. And you and I? We have time."
Merlin took his hand, let himself be hauled up, and drew a shaky breath. "This is not how I imagined you would finally know about...about my magic."
"I expect not," Arthur said softly. "But it's too dangerous now for me not to know, and to let you know that I know, given that ... well, that I think we're probably stronger as a team than we are separated into these boxes we've slotted ourselves into." He drew Merlin in closer, letting go of his hand to press him gently into his arms. "We will be a formidable team, Merlin. If you'd let us be."
The tears Merlin had been holding back started to fall, and Arthur tightened his grip. "Let it all go, Merlin," he crooned softly. "We'll face whatever comes together."
And Merlin let himself be comforted.