Title: Disaster Trip
Pairing/s: mentioned Mergana, Arwen
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Merlin and Arthur take a trip through Wales but neither plan well.
Word Count: 513
Prompt: 209, Stranded
Author's Notes: Yay for recycling! :)
“I thought you said this was a short-cut!” Arthur whined.
“It is. At least I remember it being a short-cut,” Merlin replied.
“And how long ago was that?”
“Um . . . you don’t wanna know. But it shows on the map!”
“Give me that thing.” Arthur snatched the paper map from Merlin’s hands and gave it a once-over. “You idiot! You’ve been reading it upside down. Yeesh, join the digital age already!”
“I have a mobile phone.”
“Yeah, a vanilla one. You probably can’t even surf the web on that thing.” He pulled out his smartphone.
“Hey! I have a computer for that. Why would I want to do it anywhere else?”
Arthur frowned as he looked at the signal strength. “There’s no signal out here.” He turned it to the window. “There! One bar!”
“Why would that be a problem? Unless we’re out of petrol or . . .” He caught the guilty look on Arthur’s face. “We’re out of petrol, aren’t we?”
“Well, whose bright idea was it to take some obscure road in the middle-of-nowhere Wales?”
“What? Oh never mind.” Arthur stopped to think for a moment. “You know who I’m gonna have to call to rescue us?”
“Oh no. I want her to think I’m ‘with it.’ This would totally blow that image.”
“Oh no. You don’t mean . . .”
“What about my image?”
“I don’t think you need to worry. I think she likes you despite your image. Or maybe even because of it.”
“Really. But I’m still calling her.”
Merlin sighed. “Go ahead. There’s not really much you can do to ruin the night further.”
“You’re the one who didn’t watch the petrol level.”
Merlin made a “get on with it” gesture. “Go on. Call your sister. The sooner she gets here, the sooner I can snuggle with her.”
“Hey! That’s my sister you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, and she loves it.”
“Gak! Say no more.”
“Sure. We could always talk about what you and Gwen get up to . . .”
“Shut up, Merlin! I’m going outside to call.” He opened the car door, stepped out and slammed it behind him.
He only did that to cover his blush, Merlin thought. A few minutes later, Arthur got back in the car. He’d called Morgana, who was using her GPS to find them. She’d be there in two hours. Merlin griped at all the Arthur-alone-time he had to endure, but after a half hour or so, they both fell asleep.
When Morgana arrived, she knocked on the window to wake them. They yelled for a minute before finally realizing it was her. It was Merlin’s turn to blush, but then again, she’d brought Gwen. Arthur thought he’d die from mortification. It turned out that she’d booked them rooms at a small motel back the way they’d come, since it was so late. Arthur got alone time with Gwen—and Merlin got to snuggle Morgana. Both of them thought their “disaster trip” was worth it after all.