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I'm Having the Time of My Life (if only you were there to share it with me)

Author: 5leggedcricket
Title: I'm Having the Time of My Life (if only you were there to share it with me)
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Merlin had been the one to leave Arthur behind.
Warnings: Major Character Death
Word Count: 472 words
Prompt: #159 song prompt
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd. I've never written anything like this, so hopefully you enjoy it! Edit: There's a sequel!



“And the National Television Award for Best Director goes to… Merlin Emrys!”

Merlin doesn’t expect the thump on his back and he nearly falls out of his chair. When he looks next to him, Arthur is beaming proudly, amused lights dancing in his eyes. Merlin shoots a grin back and walks up to the stage.

***

As soon as the door opens Merlin walks in, going straight to the couch.

He looks up at Arthur.

“They want me to go to America!”

What?

“They bought the rights to Time of Our Lives and now they want me to direct it again.”

“Are you going to?”

“I don’t—Maybe?” Please ask me to stay.

“That’s… That’s great.”

“I wouldn’t be gone for long. Just the one project and then I’d be coming back.” To you.

“It’s not as if I’m going to miss you, Merlin.”

“We’d keep in touch. Email, phone…” Come with me. I’m begging you. We can go together.

“Of course.”

***

Gwen and Morgana are there to wave him goodbye as he boards the plane. Arthur isn’t.

***

“I’m sorry, you have reached a number that is no longer in service.”

***

“And the Oscar for Best Director goes to… Merlin Emrys!”

He braces himself for the thump he has come to expect, but nothing happens. When Merlin looks to his side, his colleagues are grinning at him. Right. How could I forget?

Merlin walks towards the stage, faltering only once, but luckily never losing his balance. A fake smile that doesn’t reach his eyes is plastered on his face.

When he finally stands behind the microphone, a too heavy award in his hands, he swallows the lump in his throat away. Still, his voice is thick when he speaks.

“I would like to thank me—” muse, my reason for living, my everything, “—best friend for everything that he’s done. Without him, I would have never stood here. Thank you, Arthur, this one’s for you.” Please come back to me. I miss you. I’m sorry that I left.

***

“I’m sorry, you have reached a number that is no longer in service.”

***

When they offer Merlin even more projects, he accepts.

***

“I’m sorry. Who is this?”

“Sorry, wrong number.”

***

5 years and 8 awards later, Merlin has had enough. His last project has just finished, there are no boy- or girlfriends, no friends or even acquaintances in the picture… He’s ready to go home. He packs a single bag and goes to the airport, leaving everything behind.

***

“You have no new messages.”

***

There is no one waiting for him when his plane lands. He hauls a cab and goes to his mother’s home. No, his home now. Everything’s still as his mother left it. It offers little comfort.

***

When he drops down next to the gravestone, he doesn’t plan on ever leaving again.

Tags: c:merlin, pt 159:song prompt 4 (time of our lives), rating:g, type:drabble
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