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Dr. Candyman and Father Christmas part 6.

Author: amarie_authiel
Title:Dr. Candyman and Father Christmas part 6.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s:
Character/s: Morgana, Arthur, Merlin and Lance.
Summary: Having heard Arthur ramble about the cute doctor, Morgana decides he should take a bigger part in the Christmas gifts for the childrens ward charity.
Warnings: Hospital, sick babies and kids. I made myself cry, BUT NOBODY DIES!! And there is candy!
Word Count: ~1420 (um.. sorry?)
Prompt: #193:REMEMBRANCE
Author's Notes: Oh dear, I am tired, but it think this hangs together.
Inspired by a prompt at merlin_writers by krista_mae
Follow up to:
Candyman, candyman
Dr.Candyman and Father Christmas Part 1
Dr.Candyman and Father Christmas Part 2
Dr.Candyman and Father Christmas Part 3
Dr.Candyman and Father Christmas Part 4
Dr.Candyman and Father Christmas Part 5


The elevator doors open up and reveal the top floor of the hospital, and Arthur steps out. There are doors to some service areas and not much more. The public elevators didn't go this high. A stair case leads down, spiralling downwards next to the elevator. Further in, a simple coffee table lined up by a small, worn sofa and a matching chair, discarded from a waiting area somewhere perhaps, make up all the furniture in the room. Arthur guessed it was mainly used for workers or service crew to take a break. It certainly wasn't much of a penthouse.

Merlin press a button on the wall before he leaves, which sends the elevator down a few floors. Arthur wonders about that for a second. He guesses this too is meant to benefit the kids. Clearly Father Christmas has left the building and Doc Merlin is heading somewhere else.

Morgana stands by the stairs, gazing towards the elevator and looking like she's about to bolt. She doesn't seems to relax until Arthur has moved over and offered her the lollipop. “Merlin said we've earned them.” He is rewarded with a small smile, which fades quickly into a more pained one.
“Yeah, I suppose we did.”

Lance and Merlin is having a muted conversation while moving far enough away to give both parties some privacy. Arthur guesses this is more familiar to them. Lance does this every year, as well as other charity work. Merlin works here, he sees this daily.

“The kids were fun.” Arthur offers in an attempt to break the silence. If they don't talk about it now, then when will they?
“They were so thrilled to get presents! Seems everybody got what they wanted, more or less. Merlin had to tear himself away from the flirty women, they were on him like leaches.”

Morgana chuckled softly.
“Really? At a Christmas party for their sick kids?”
“One was an aunt.” Arthur answers, far too quickly with an unwanted hint of sulking.

Morgana huffs, fondly and evilly at the same time.
“Awww, didn't you feel left out?”
“No. I was busy. And one was flirting with me too.”

Her laugh was too loud in the small space, she had that devilish look in her eyes like she had everything figured out.
“But you'd rather it was someone else.”

“Yes. No, I was busy, I tell you. I had a job to do.”

Also Merlin had saved him. He shifts a bit uncomfortably and adds in a lower voice.
“There was one little girl... She got a cat plushie. I only spoke with her briefly and she had fallen asleep before we left so I didn't get to say goodbye. I wanted to go back, but there wasn't time. I don't know how anyone could asleep in all that noise.”

Perhaps he did know, but he was not about to admit it.
Morgana hums quietly in reply. She takes the lolly from her mouth and makes it spin slowly between her fingers.

“We brought...” She stops abruptly, swallows and starts over. “The small package? It was for the premature ward.” She stares at a speck of nothing on the floor in front of her.

“People all over have been knitting tiny hats for the little babies. So tiny, you wouldn't believe, so they can keep warm. They loose a lot of warmth from their heads, even if they are in those... boxes. They're made from special thread and they have instruction how to wash the hats so it's safe for the babies to wear. And there were also small patches for the mother to wear in her bra before in it put into the incubater, so the baby can smell their mommy and feel safe, even if they can't be held... And little socks too. Mini-blankets. And mittens. Like tiny, knitted tubes.”

She sniffles and shoves the lollipop back into her mouth. Her lips press hard around the thin plastic handle to hide how they quiver. Arthur stares hard at a seam in the padded chair by the sofa where the stuffing is leaking, his hands firmly stuffed into his pockets. There's some sniffling and movement besides him, but he doesn't look. This is how they deal with things. He's not sure he can handle it any other way.

“I'm inviting him to our New Year's Eve party,” she says as she finally speaks again. Her voice is a little rough, but otherwise fairly normal and casual.

“Who?”
“Your doctor Emrys.”
“He's not...”
“He keeps looking our way to check on you.”
This makes Arthur look up and yes, Merlin is looking right at him. Them! Right at them. He gives a quick smile to say all is well.

“Yes, brother dear, I can control minds and this is how I choose to use my powers.”
Sarcasm. Yes, she seemed to be back to normal.

“Him and Lance.” Morgana continues. “They can mingle. Sip some champagne. Make friends. Meet the right people...”

Arthur nods. He thinks about their annual new year event. Filled with celebs, politicians, fashion designers, fashion models, etc., etc. All there because they had some strong or vague connection to the Pendragon's, the business, his father's political circle, Morgana's designs or the charities they supported to honour Ygraine's memory. Merlin and Lance were charming and dedicated enough to win a few hearts and maybe a few wallets. It would be a great opportunity for them.

“You can introduce him to people.” Morgana drones on. “Give him your unwavering support.”
“And Lance.” Arthur added.

“Yes, of course. I hope he has a tux, he'd be smoking hot in a tux. If he doesn't have a tux, I'm getting him one.”

She nodded to herself, agreeing with her own decision. Typical of her to boss people into wearing things she decides they should wear. Arthur sucked thoughtfully on his lollipop. Lance seemed the type to have a tux already.

“Didn't Lance say he was going away for new years?”

“Really?” Morgana didn't sound too surprised. “Oh that's a shame. It will be just Merlin then. You can protect him from the hoards of flirty people throwing themselves at him.”

Artur huffed.

“You can show him the garden, or the balcony up by the library. The fireworks should look lovely from the gazebo.”

“Mo...”

“Fine, I won't ask if you don't want me to. But I think he'll come if you are there. Look at him, Arthur. He's gorgeous. He's a doctor! He's seen you as a rambling vampire and still thought you'd fit as Father Christmas for these kids. You were his patient, now you're his... colleague of sorts. Maybe it's your move now. What if he is trying to see if you'd fit in his world. Don't you want to see if he fits in yours?”

Merlin wouldn't fit into Arthur's world. He wouldn't mingle seamless with the glossy models or down you nose politicians. He'd stand out like a shining beacon. Morgana used this very, short and barely noticeable little pause to smirk knowingly and push herself from the wall. She moved over to where Merlin and Lance stood talking. Arthur made an aborted move to stop her, but knew he was too slow and he didn't really want to stop her. He crunched the remains of his lollipop between his teeth while they talked. She is being charming, she is good at that. Merlin looked confused, Lance seemed to be explaining. Then Merlin nodded like he was agreeing and Morgana looked pleased. Then they talked some more, with not so expressive faces. Lance put his arms on Morgana's shoulders and Morgana's mask started cracking up again. Merlin's eyes met Arthur's. Arthur replied with a slow nod with his head, he'd look after her.

They apparently say goodbye. She aims straight for the elevator and press the button. She stands there, gathering herself again. Arthur lifts the bag with the costume. Clearly these guys are good at wordless conversations as both Merlin and Lance signals him to leave it. Arthur joins Morgana, silently waiting for the doors to open and then for the doors to close.

“Maybe...” she whisperes. “I want people like them in my life too.”
She sniffles and checks her pockets for the car key. He shuffles his feet and suddenly notice something.

“Mo, didn't you have a scarf?”

“No.”

“Yeah you did. The expensive cashmere thing.”

“No.”

Arthur lets it go, wise from experience. Instead he thinks about New Year.

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Tags: *c:amarie_authiel, c:arthur, c:lancelot, c:merlin, c:morgana, pt 193:remembrance, rating:pg-13, type:drabble
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