Title: Watching You
Pairing/s: none yet
Character/s: Merlin, Morgana, Arthur
Summary: Merlin asks Morgana to the ball and Arthur has something to say about it.
Word Count: 644
Prompt: 215, Handle With Care
Author's Notes: "Twist on Fate" continued from last week
Near the end of the day, Merlin found a few spare moments to talk with Morgana, alone. She had a wicked smile on her face as if she already knew what he was going to say. It had been an awfully long time since he’d asked anyone out—since before med school. He just swallowed his uneasiness and opened his mouth. “So, Morgana . . .”
“Yes?” She replied so fast it made his head spin.
He shook his head to clear it. “Leon suggested I should get a date for the ball and I was wondering if you’d go with me?”
She smiled at him again, looking pleased. “There. Now that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
“I could tell you’ve been struggling with something all day.” She put a hand on his arm. “But yes, I will go with you to the ball.”
He smiled. “Fantastic! Um, thank you so very much.”
“You’re welcome.” She leaned in a little closer to whisper in his ear, “I’m looking forward to it.”
He shivered as she backed away and flounced off toward her rooms. It looked like he’d gotten more than he’d bargained for. But strangely enough, he was looking forward to whatever she threw at him. Maybe it would be the night that changed things between them.
The next morning, Merlin reported for duty at Arthur’s rooms. Sometimes he had to wake the Prince up, but this morning he was dressed and sat at his table eating. Merlin smiled and made his way over to his charge. “This is the most awake I’ve seen you all week.”
“Ha ha, Merlin,” Arthur replied. “I’ve got a few things to do early and I thought I’d do you a favor.”
“Favor? By being up and around?”
“Exactly.” The Prince smiled and watched Merlin roll his eyes. He took the newspaper next to him and snapped it open while Merlin sat across from him.
After a few minutes of pretending to read, Arthur lowered the paper. He glanced at Merlin, who was tapping his fingers on the table. He put the paper down and put a hand on Merlin’s to stop the tapping. “Nervous about something?”
“Hmm.” He looked into Merlin’s face. Merlin, for his part, was trying not to meet Arthur’s eyes. “I don’t believe you.”
“What would I have to be nervous about?”
Arthur grinned. He knew exactly what Merlin had to be nervous about. Leon, who’d heard it directly from Morgana, had told him shortly before Merlin had walked in. “Oh, I don’t know. The Royal Ball? I know you were told to be there. And I know bringing a date was suggested to you.”
Merlin sighed. “Leon.”
“Right. He also told me you asked Morgana and she said yes.”
Merlin sat bolt upright. “What? How did he know that? I didn’t tell . . . oh. Morgana.”
Arthur chuckled. “Very good. Now, did you know that Morgana is my cousin?”
“I never kid about family. Now, you’d better handle her with care or you’ll be in serious trouble.”
“I suppose you’ll throw me in the Tower of London.”
“Immediately and without hesitation,” Arthur deadpanned.
Merlin went white. Surely Arthur had to be kidding. Wasn’t he? “Umm . . .”
Arthur laughed again. “The look on your face—it’s priceless!”
“Arthur . . .”
The Prince kept chuckling as he spoke next. “You should know we don’t keep anyone in the Tower anymore. But if you mess with Morgana, I may consider it.”
Merlin rolled his eyes. “Arthur, I’d never ‘mess with’ Morgana. You know me better than that.”
“True. But still, be nice, or I’ll find out.” He pointed a finger in Merlin’s face.
“Yes sir.” Merlin gave him a fake salute and they broke into laughter. It appeared he would be just fine after all.