Title: Nothing Is Impossible
Character/s: Merlin, Gwaine, Gaius
Summary: Gwaine convinces Merlin to go drinking with him, with unexpected results.
Warnings: Drunkeness? (It is Gwaine after all...)
Word Count: 454
Prompt: #64 Impossible
Author's Notes: Thank you to inspired_being for beta'ing my drabbles.
It really was quite accidental; at least the part Merlin can remember was clearly unintentional. Of course, he remembered Gwaine catching him at a weak moment and pleading with him to join the trip to the tavern. If Arthur hadn't been in such a sour mood yesterday afternoon, throwing boots and goblets at Merlin, he probably would have turned Gwaine down. But Arthur had been more of a prat than usual, so Merlin felt in need of a drink or two.
How one or two turned into four or six, Merlin wasn't quite sure. But he was absolutely sure it had, judging from the size of his headache this morning. Why they were on the roof last night, Merlin couldn't recall. He did remember, however, that Gwaine was about to fall off the roof backwards when Merlin's instinctive magic took over without any conscious thought on his part. Everything slowed down as Gwaine toppled over the edge of the roof, with his body gently floating down to the hay cart which just happened to roll into place under Gwaine. Then, whump, Gwaine landed and everything returned to normal speed. The drunken fool bounded upright, laughing. "Let's do that again!" he roared.
Luckily Merlin was able to divert Gwaine by offering to buy another round, which turned into two, or possibly more. Surely Gwaine had drunk enough he wouldn't recall the magic, would he?
Mid-morning, there was a knock on Gaius' door and accompanied by a groan. Gaius called out "Come in," and a semblance of the usual Gwaine opened the door. This version of Gwaine was suffering, judging from the moaning and his bedraggled appearance. "Gods, the princess had us up at daybreak to run laps 'round the castle," he gasped as he took a seat at the table. “Gaius, I desperately need one of your miracle cures for a hangover."
Gaius shook his head in disapproval. "Bad enough you get completely soused, but to drag Merlin along with you... I've already lectured him this morning before I gave him this same remedy."
Merlin, who was mixing herbs for Gaius, shrugged his shoulders sheepishly, while the tips of his ears reddened.
"Say Merlin, I can't remember everything from last night, but I do remember something akin to flying? What was that?" Gwaine asked after he chugged down the foul-tasting potion Gaius had handed him.
"Flying? I don't know what you're talking about. Flying is impossible, you must have dreamed it," Merlin responded while his eyes flickered over to where Gaius' back was turned.
"Now, Merlin," Gwaine grinned mischievously, and added, with a wink, "You, of all people, should know, nothing is impossible!”