Title: Arthur gets a phone call. (Momo 14)
Character/s: Arthur, Mordred, Merlin, Vera (OC)
Summary: It's not a good day. Then there's a surprise call.
Word Count: ~760
Prompt: #92 Reconciliation
Author's Notes: And back to Momo we go, I can't seem to get them out of my head. I have at least two other stories I want to write in this universe, I might be a bit obsessed.
Unbetad since I don't expect to have more time to spend this week... Or the next...
Part 1: Momo
Part 2: Observation
Part 3: Revelation
Part 4: The Hunter
Part 5: The Thief
Part 6: Face to face
Part 7: Retreat and regroup
Part 8: To bare your soul or to sell it
Part 9: So here we are
Part 10: I go la la la
Part 11: Last chance.
Part 12: Arousing supsicion.
Part 13: Closing doors.
-Arthur Pendragon's office, how may I help you?
There was no reply. Vera reminded herself to keep a polite tone. It could be an important call from bad connection, unaware that it was in fact the evening and past the regular office hours. Normally she would be home by now and Arthur would answer his own calls. But it was that day today, both Arthur and Uther was usually in quite a bad mood and buried themselves in work to avoid the subject all together.
She looked through the tinted window into Arthur's office, it allowed her to see movement and light but not details. She would rather not interrupt him unless it was really important. She had been working in the company for nearly 30 years, she knew what this day meant and she knew what to do. Arthur and Uther would spend the whole day at work, and she would work overtime screening calls and catching up on her work. It was a strange tradition, but such was the Pendragon way.
-Hello? Is there anybody there?
A small voice replied, was it a child?
Vera mellowed instantly. It was a child. Poor thing, why would the little darling call here?
-Hello there. Are you looking for Arthur Pendragon?
-I will see if he is availa... I will see if he is here, ok?
-Don't hang up the phone, ok?
Her heart swelled a bit at the innocent and trusting voice, such a contrast to the mood of the day. She straightened her skirt, knocked to announce her arrival and entered the office. Arthur gave her a long, gloomy stare.
-I am sorry to interrupt, Sir. But there's someone on the phone, a child I think, asking for uncle Arthur. Line 1.
She could have sworn Arthur looked nervous, but he reached for the phone instantly.
-Hello, this is Arthur.
-Hi. It's Momo... Mordred.
-Mordred. It's nice to hear your voice. Is everything ok?
-Is Merlin there too?
-He's on the loo. I borrowed his phone.
-Oh. I see.
Arthur didn't see Vera's surprised look as his lips curled up into a small smile. Mordred had called him. He had been so scared, and now he seemed fine.
-Daddy said it was your birthday today.
Just like that. Like it was a normal thing to mention and not something potentially explosive.
-Yes. It is.
It did sting a bit to not be the daddy. He wouldn't ever be a daddy. That's wasn't Mordred's fault though.
Mordred didn't say anything.
-Did... daddy say anything else?
-I asked if you were having a party and he said you missed your mummy too and that you might be a bit sad today. Are you sad, uncle Arthur?
-I was a bit sad. But I'm better now.
-Ok, then. Happy birthday, uncle Arthur!
-Thank you, I...
Arthur heard a voice in the background.
-Who are you talking to?
-It's uncle Artie! I called and now he's not sad anymore.
-Oh... that was nice, but you could have asked. What have I said about taking my phone without permission?
-Uhm, yeah... I gotta go now uncle, see you for Christmas I want an xbox but daddy says I am too young but I want one anyway ok bye.
Arthur chuckles as the line breaks. Hanging up, he looks up and finds Vera still standing there, tearing up and clasping her hands.
-Oh, cut that out and get out of here!
He tries to look stern and bossy as he waves her away, but there is no edge to his voice.
Arthur finds he can't focus on work. He had been so sure that Merlin would cancel Christmas, that he would change his mind or Mordred wouldn't want him there. Instead he is uncle Artie and Mordred had called to see if he was sad. He would call Merlin later and agree on a suitable present for Mordred. That was polite and honorable, right?
Vera checked her wrist watch, gave it a shake and checked again as Arthur left the office. It was shortly after seven and she could hardly believe his eyes. He hadn't left this early since Gwen was around and would drag him out for a birthday dinner or just came to chase him home. She hoped that this – whatever it was – would last longer than their marriage had. She made sure to store the phone number in her records. It was clearly an important number to have.