"My father said there were two kinds of people in the world: givers and takers. The takers may eat better, but the givers sleep better."
~Marlo Thomas
Balinor's POV
I push the heavy wooden door open a crack and peek inside. Merlin is asleep on the huge four-poster bed, his naturally pale skin bleached to a frightening white by blood loss. I didn't lie to Arthur; I am here to deliver Kilgarrah's reward, but I also get to collect one of my own; one last conversation with Merlin. My son.
I have timed it perfectly; Gaius is gone and the girl, Freya, is asleep in a chair next to Merlin. We are, effectively, alone.
I approach the bed slowly, cautiously. It's not just because I don't want to wake Freya; I am nervous, uncertain about what to say. There are so many things that I never got to tell him, to do with him; I never got to be his father.
I stop by the bed on the side opposite of Freya and reach out, resting my hand lightly on my son's shoulder. "Merlin." I whisper hesitantly. His eyelids flutter. "Merlin." I whisper again, more confidently this time.
His blue eyes open a crack, squinting in the darkness of the room. They find my face and open wider in shock. Confusion dances across his features. "Father?" he whispers.
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Merlin Alternate Ending
FanficMERLIN SPOILERS!!!!! *********************** **************************************************** If you hated the ending of Merlin as much as I did, read this! It begins in the last episode right before Merlin and Gaius split up. This is my opinion...
