Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: What if that Arthur-Merlin conversation near the end of 1.13 had gone just a little bit differently?
Word Count: 194
Prompt: #188, Thankful
Author's Notes: Not as polished as I'd like, but at least NaNo is over now!!!
Arthur was sitting in his room, pouring himself a drink when Merlin opened the door and walked in. “Ah, Merlin.”
Merlin took in his arm which was still in a sling. “How are you?”
“Good,” the Prince replied.
Merlin felt like he’d fly apart if he didn’t say what he came to say so he could leave. “I'm pleased.”
“Yes. I owe it to Gaius.” Merlin opened his mouth to speak, but Arthur wasn’t finished yet. “And apparently, you too.”
Merlin was thrown. “How’s that?”
“When I was . . . asleep, I dreamed. I don’t remember exactly what I dreamed, but I woke with an overwhelming feeling of gratitude. Toward you, of all people. Do you know why that might be?”
Merlin affected an innocent look. “Me? No, I have no idea. Gaius found the cure, not me.”
Arthur quirked an eyebrow. “Still, I can’t shake the feeling that I owe you. So . . . thank you.”
Merlin beamed. “You’re welcome.”
“Now, I assume you came in here for a reason. What was it?”
And Merlin give him a last piece of advice before taking off to once again save the world.