Title: The funeral
Summary: Merlin insists that Arthur comes along
Word Count: 428
Author's Notes: Another one in the vet!Emrys and writer!Arthur series. They just can’t be beta’d. ;) If you don’t know that little universe, you might want to check it out here Christmas Eve Emergency
“Do we really have to?“ Arthur sighed and looked at the contents of his closet unhappily.
Merlin folded the collar of his shirt down and shoved the knot of his black tie up a bit further, checking his looks in the mirror. “Yes, Arthur, we have to.”
“Come on! It was just a canary!” Taking a deep breath, Arthur pulled his t-shirt over his head and slipped the white shirt on. His face showed that he wasn’t happy with what Merlin had dragged himself into now.
“To you, it was just a canary. To Emily, he was a friend.” Merlin sat down to tie his black shoes.
“Who’s Emily again?” Stuffing the shirt into his trousers, Arthur frowned.
Gwenny padded in and sat by the door, looking from one to the other.
“She’s Mordred’s little sister. You know Mordred, he lives across the clinic.”
Wagging her tail when she heard the name, Gwenny sat up straighter.
“Are you coming, too, Gwenny?” Merlin got up and patted Gwenny’s head while he reached for his suit jacket.
Arthur checked his tie again. “Now you’re dragging our girl into this, too?”
“Emily said she would like us to be there by two and it’ll probably do her good if Gwenny is around as well.”
“You promised her to be there, what does it have to do with me? Why do I have to stand around in a garden of a family I don't even know?” Arthur obviously still wasn’t finished complaining as he put his shoes on.
Mercury strolled in and even though he seemed to ignore everyone as he always did, he went straight for Arthur and rubbed himself against Arthur’s leg.
“Oh, well, thank you, cat! Now my best black suit has cat hair all over it!” Arthur grumped.
“She won’t mind as long as we’ll show up on time. Come on, Arthur, it won’t take long and you’ll make a little girl feel a little less sad after her canary died.” Merlin came over, pressed a quick smooch on Arthur’s cheek and helped him straighten the collar of his jacket.
“You behave yourself while we’re gone, Mercury.” Arthur threw the cat a look but Mercury had already curled up between the pillows on the bed.
“Let’s go, Gwenny.”
As they drove over, Gwenny sticking her head out between the front seats, Arthur muttered. “A funeral for a canary.” When she looked at him, he frowned. “What are you grinning at? You at least didn’t have to dress up for this.”
Merlin chuckled as he parked the car. “Behave, you two. There will be a reward in it for both of you when we come back.”