Reunited (Merlin)

Prologue

Chapter 1 – Prologue

Warning/s: None that I can think of.

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.

A/N: Hey, everyone. I'm currently sitting in my living room, eating chicken korma and watching Shrek Forever After (which I love!) and this idea just came to me.

If anyone wants to beta this story for me, please offer, because I'm absolutely awful at finding them for myself (too shy to ask people for help D:) and please review ;) obviously this is very short but it is only a prologue, the following chapters will be longer, and on that matter, I don't know how frequent updates will be. Enjoy!

Merlin stumbled into his bedroom. His eyes were smarting from the tears he'd been holding back, and his head felt like it was being pummelled by a particularly livid Arthur in one of his less pleasant training sessions. Gwen had noticed, she'd touched him on the shoulder lightly and murmured, "Do you need to step outside for a while?" He'd refused and shoved a grin onto his face, serving goblets of wine to an increasingly intoxicated Gwaine.

In the end, he slipped out of a side door when nobody was looking, when everybody was too drunk to notice, when everybody was happy – everybody but Merlin.

Now, collapsing against his wooden door, he let the tears flow from his eyes, silently choking, rocking backwards and forwards, hands clutching at his hair.

It might have been a few minutes, or a few hours, or a few years; the time had merged into one reality for Merlin. When Gaius knocked on the door, tried to open it, surprised when the weight slumped against it ceased to move, Merlin called out to him, saying he was tired.

He was tired, and quite drunk, and to be honest he had fallen asleep against his door, but he would get into bed now, no he wasn't hungry, thank you Gaius.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, the painful sting of it barely noticeable to Merlin, he clambered up and staggered to his bed, fumbled with the knot at the back of his neckerchief and slung it carelessly into the corner – he'd pick it up tomorrow. He tried once, twice, to pull off his shirt, and then was successful the third time. That too was lobbed somewhere in her room. His trousers were a harder task – in the end Merlin became frustrated with the buttons and yanked them off still done-up, not realising he'd wrenched his underclothes off in the process.

He fell onto the bed and lazily pulled the covers up around him.

As he drifted off into a discontented sleep, his eyes dry from the tears, his body numb, his heart aching, his last thought was – Freya.

A/N: My ear hurts. I think it's blocked. Thought you might want to know that. Leave me a review so I know what you think please!