Title: For Getting Over Him
Character/s: Galahad, Mordred
Summary: He's everywhere, and Galahad can't forget
Warnings: Angst, dreadful pun in the title
Word Count: 467
Author's Notes: So yeah, this. I don't even know, it just felt like them
Galahad misses him.
But it’s not just that, it’s not that he misses him being there, misses them being together. It’s that Mordred’s everywhere, in the rumpled sheets and the corner of Galahad’s desk chair where he used to sneak his feet under Galahad’s thigh while he watched Galahad study, half reading magic books. And it’s not just that, either. It’s what they could’ve been. The way Mordred held him one night when they were both frightened and the rain was pouring down against the window and it was cold and dark but neither of them wanted to get up to close the curtains. The way the darkness encroached on them and Mordred was his whole world, and he thought that maybe they could make it work. If they could forget the world and it could be just them.
But the world has a nasty habit of getting in the way.
Galahad has seen Mordred’s blood flow more times than can count. He can set broken noses and stitch up cuts. He’s slept next to Mordred, only lightly, arms curled tight around his waist with Mordred passed out, waiting on each breath, each heartbeat, and he holds each time close to his heart. He’s been coiled tight with panic and worry for weeks on end, waiting for Mordred to come back or waiting for the news that he’s done something stupid, got himself killed.
He’s tried so hard to keep Mordred through everything that’s been happening. But when Mordred wouldn’t tell him what he’s fighting against, how could he possibly hope to help? It’s not his fault that Mordred left, but he can’t help wondering if he pushed a little harder, would Mordred have told him? Would he have opened up?
No, it wasn’t to be. And now Galahad locks up his memories like gifts Mordred gave him. Because it’s a case of forget or fall, knowing Mordred will never come back to him again, bloodied and bruised, and he’ll never know again, never know if he’s alive or dead or missing him, somewhere, and it matters more than he can articulate.
But it can’t. So he makes the only decision he can.
Morgana wouldn’t do it for him. And Merlin wouldn’t just say no, he’d get a lecture alongside the refusal. But Galahad knows the underside of the magical world, from nights when Mordred just wouldn’t pick up the phone and he’d go looking…
He finds a girl who’ll do it for him, at a price. It’s only a small one, considering. He doesn’t trust her, but he has no choice.
He sends out one final text, and he deletes Mordred’s number from his phone. And then he meets the girl, for her to delete all memory of the love of his life from his mind.