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Freeing {Love}

b>Author: ajsrandom
Title: Freeing {Love}
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Freya
Character/s: Merlin, Freya
Summary: Merlin attempts to heal Freya's wound (not her curse) before accepting the inevitable.
Warnings: mention of nudity
Word Count: 676
Prompt: 157- Release
Author's Notes: A different pairing for me! :)
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Merlin was horrified to find bastet-Freya cornered by Arthur and his knights in the courtyard. Of course she flew away once he’d distracted her aggressors; she must have been needlessly ashamed of her behavior. At least he knew where she’d go and ran to catch up with her.

He found her naked and weeping in the tunnels below Camelot so he laid his jacket over her. “You're all right. You're safe now,” he told her.

She spoke through her tears. “You must hate me.”

After everything, she’d still think that? “No!”

“I'm a monster. I tried to tell you.”

“I know.” He just held her and examined her injury. Life-threatening.

“I wasn't always like this,” she started.

He tried to get her to rest and keep quiet. But she told him her story anyway—how the sorcerer tried to hurt her and she killed him accidentally. He guessed the “hurt” involved taking advantage of her. He couldn’t understand why a man would do that; was he really that different? And the sorceress—if he ever found her, he’d be tempted to give her the same treatment he’d given Nimueh. “I'm going to make you better, Freya.”

“No, Merlin, don’t. Please, just go,” she protested weakly.

“No. I'm not leaving you here.” Determined, he picked her up and walked out through the tunnels. He was going to take her to Gaius’s chambers. His magic book held several healing spells—one of them had to work, surely?

He carried her through the streets, using magic to distract anyone that got in their way. He even used it to draw Gaius away from his chambers. When Gaius was gone, he took Freya inside, all the way back to his bed. He scrounged for his book under the floorboard and began looking through it. Then he pronounced a litany of healing spells: “Gestepe hole! Þurhhæle!” Nothing. “Þurhhæle dolgbenn.” No change. “Licsar ge staðol nu. Þurhhæle licsar min. Ge hailige. Ic þe þurhhæle þin licsare. Ic hæle þina þrowunga.” Absolutely nothing helped, and he broke down into tears.

Freya looked up at Merlin. “Merlin, please. Nothing will work; the wound's too deep.”

“Well I’m not letting you die here!” he gasped out.

He picked her up again and trudged out of his room, Gaius’s chambers and the castle. He bore her to the Lake of Avalon—it was surrounded by mountains, which he knew she loved.

He laid her down on the shore; she turned her head and saw the mountains. “You remembered.”

“Of course. I'm so sorry for what that sorcerer did to you.”

“Merlin, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“There must be something else I can do, some way to save you.”

“You've already saved me. You made me feel loved.”

“I don't want you to go.”

“But you have to, don’t you see? It’s the only way to free me from . . .” she coughed, “. . . my curse.”

“I will miss you.” His tears hadn’t ceased since he’d tried to heal her.

“One day, Merlin, I will repay you. I promise.” She closed her eyes and stilled; she was gone. She was gone, but she was free, released from the hated curse that had forced her to kill.

Merlin found a small boat, decorated it with flowers then placed Freya inside it. When he was ready, he pushed it into the current with a spell. He watched it for a few minutes then steeled himself for the hard part. He raised his hand to say the spell, but choked up again for a moment. He cleared his mind and finally said, “Wæcce on sæbát bælfýr mæst.” The spell set the boat on fire, but he couldn’t watch for long.

Tears flooded his eyes and fell as he trudged back to Camelot. He might as well let them out now, because once he got back to Camelot, he couldn’t grieve. There was just too much he’d have to explain. So he let them go now, their release giving him a small measure of comfort.
Tags: *c:ajsrandom, c:freya, c:merlin, p:freya/merlin, pt 157:release, rating:pg-13, type:drabble
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