The Thousandth Year || Merlin fanfic

Merlin- Fallen

"What the hell do we do now?"

"Um... I have no idea."

"You're meant to be this all powerful sorcerer!"

"It didn't come with a guidebook!"

Arthur huffs, exasperated. "Sure you could read it anyway?"

"Haha." I say sarcastically."Look first: you need to sit down."

"Are you giving me an order, Merlin?"

"Yes, sire. Right away, sire!"

Arthur shoots me a filthy look, but complies, and slumps onto my stool. "What now, oh great sorcerer?"

I ignore him and place both my hands on his bare chest. "For wyy flien, enfraid elixir bienna forza." I murmer the words, but pour power into them. Arthur leans quickly back, the nerves evident on his face. "Whoa. What are you doing?" I glance up, and send him a quick half-smile.

"Relax."

I finish the spell, then lean back in satisfaction as the cuts across his chest knit together, and the bruises fade completely. Arthur doesn't seem to notice- he is staring at my face.

"Er, Arthur?"

"Your eyes just went golden. That was seriously weird." I look in my minds eye- not to see the way, but so my irises glow a gentle butterscotch.

"Its so weird..." Arthur reaches a tentative finger forwards, then flicks me hard on the cheek. "Its creepy. Stop it."

I smirk, sweeping into a low, mocking bow, and when I straighten, my eyes are their usual blue

"Now, if you're done showing off..." Arthur says, letting the end of his words trail off threateningly. Sighing, I rifle through my drawers until I find a light blue t-shirt that could fit him. I toss it at him, then grab a package from the side, and slip it into my pocket.

"What the hell is this meant to be?" The disgust in his voice is thinly veiled. I glance round at him: he is holding the top by one finger as if it has some sort of disease.

"Its called a polo shirt." I inform him, dumping a few clothes into a rucksack. I yank my blue neckerchief around my neck, then smile fondly as I catch sight of the old brown jacket tucked into the back corner of the wardrobe. For old times sake, I stuff that in the bag as well. I turn around, going to grab my iphone from the sideboard, but stop as I see Arthur, holding out the shirt expectantly.

"What?"

He pulls a face like it should be obvious, then gestures to the shirt. I get it immediately.

"Oh, no." I grin, backing away. "You see Arthur, a lot has changed while you've been away. Nobody has servants anymore. You're on your own."

"What!" He says, his face a mask of disgust and confusion. "How the hell does anything get done?"

"Well, its called work." I say as slowly as possible. "You've probably never heard of it, though."

"How am I meant to get changed?"

"The same way everyone has done for hundreds of years?"

"Merlin!"

"No can do... Sire." I grin, and grab my phone.

"Do you remember you came into my chambers, when I was still a prince, and you started giving me a lecture on how not to be a prat?" He asks, the seemingly random question startling me. I search my mind, flipping through vague memories, searching for some familiarity. I sigh.