Gaius had a skull he kept flowers in. Merlin kept it down the centuries as a momento. In the early twenty-first century, he opened an antiques shop and set it out as a decoration. A certain Sherlock Holmes wandered in one day, bored out of his mind, and hoping deducing facts about the merchandise's previous owners would help. Merlin was in the back, so Sherlock directed his observations to the skull, which he addressed as Billy. He was lonely enough that it made him feel better.
Merlin recognized that look. He let Sherlock have the skull for a bargain price, despite the fact it wasn't really for sale.
Sherlock kept coming back. He hoped that if he kept working on it, his deductions about Merlin would eventually make sense. Merlin liked the company, and it amused him to hear Sherlock's theories, as well as his rants that everything had a scientific, rational explanation.
Remembering some of his adventures in Camelot, he knew the idea of logical was even more ridiculous than the insistence on scientific.
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Merlin Headcanons
Fanfiction. . . As well as theories, drabbles, and rants on ships.
