Sophinisba Solis (
sophinisba) wrote2009-03-21 10:25 am
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Merlin ficlet: Unnamed
Title: Unnamed
Fandom: Merlin
Characters: Merlin and Morgana
Rating: G
Words: 300 (three drabbles)
Spoilers: through 1x12
Summary: Morgana knows.
Notes: Thanks to
slightlytookish for the prompt and for looking it over.
Merlin's first errand upon returning to his post as Gaius' assistant was to bring Morgana the sleeping draught. She took the vial from his hands but said, "I'm not drinking this anymore."
"The nightmares weren't a symptom of your illness. Edwin was making that up."
"I know what they are," she said forcefully. "They're not pleasant, but I don't want them to stop. Say nothing to Gaius."
"Why are you telling me this? I don't keep secrets from Gaius."
"Just from the rest of us then?"
Her smile made his blood cold, and he could only bow and turn away.
*
Not long after that, Morgana had a dream that helped Merlin save Arthur's life. He brought her the medicine once a week and watched her pour it over the latest bunch of flowers.
Sometimes she had him stay, asked about his village, his impressions of Camelot, its Prince and its King.
"Do you ever wish things were different?" she asked once.
"What, that I didn't have to muck out the stables?"
She just looked at him.
"Yes," he said. "I wish things were different. I wish that every day."
"The change won't be long now," she promised. "I've seen it."
*
Still they won't name it. Not when the Druid boy speaks in both their minds, not while they watch Will's body burn, not after Tom and Tauren and a dozen other deaths that leave Arthur looking into the distance and Morgana looking straight into Merlin's eyes.
He never meets her gaze, never answers her jibes, only thanks her respectfully and does his best to stay out of her way. Knowledge hangs between them like a sword on a string.
Then one day she says, "Stop worrying, Merlin. When it happens, I'll be the one to take the blame, not you."
Fandom: Merlin
Characters: Merlin and Morgana
Rating: G
Words: 300 (three drabbles)
Spoilers: through 1x12
Summary: Morgana knows.
Notes: Thanks to
Merlin's first errand upon returning to his post as Gaius' assistant was to bring Morgana the sleeping draught. She took the vial from his hands but said, "I'm not drinking this anymore."
"The nightmares weren't a symptom of your illness. Edwin was making that up."
"I know what they are," she said forcefully. "They're not pleasant, but I don't want them to stop. Say nothing to Gaius."
"Why are you telling me this? I don't keep secrets from Gaius."
"Just from the rest of us then?"
Her smile made his blood cold, and he could only bow and turn away.
*
Not long after that, Morgana had a dream that helped Merlin save Arthur's life. He brought her the medicine once a week and watched her pour it over the latest bunch of flowers.
Sometimes she had him stay, asked about his village, his impressions of Camelot, its Prince and its King.
"Do you ever wish things were different?" she asked once.
"What, that I didn't have to muck out the stables?"
She just looked at him.
"Yes," he said. "I wish things were different. I wish that every day."
"The change won't be long now," she promised. "I've seen it."
*
Still they won't name it. Not when the Druid boy speaks in both their minds, not while they watch Will's body burn, not after Tom and Tauren and a dozen other deaths that leave Arthur looking into the distance and Morgana looking straight into Merlin's eyes.
He never meets her gaze, never answers her jibes, only thanks her respectfully and does his best to stay out of her way. Knowledge hangs between them like a sword on a string.
Then one day she says, "Stop worrying, Merlin. When it happens, I'll be the one to take the blame, not you."

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Here is what I've got so far on the ones that need to be longer:
plotty one connected to this: 674
Lancelot fic I told you about ages ago: 323
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