Merlin One-Shots

Nostalgia

A/N: 100 reads on 'A Hunting Trip'! Thank you everyone, so here are two short one-shots!

There used to be six of us... now I'm alone. I'll admit, I still get nightmares of the day Lancelot sacrificed himself. Elyan was my childhood friend, it hurt to lose him, and it still does. I miss Gwaine's rambling, even though it mostly consisted of apple pie. Mordred betrayed us, but I'd like to have someone around. Arthur didn't die in vain, Camelot was stronger than it had been even before Uther's reign. Percival was the last to leave me, my last friend had left me. The Knights of Camelot were gone from the Earth, but not from my heart.
Guinevere ruled until she passed, still unmarried. That's when Camelot fell. I tried to fight, but their forces were too strong. Odin turned on the alliance when Gwen declared magic was legal in Camelot, as did many kingdoms.
Gaius stayed as physician until his death, when a man from the lower town took charge. He wasn't ever as good, but a physician none-the-less.
Merlin hadn't been seen since Arthur's funeral, probably dead for all I know. Of course he's gone, it's been almost 700 years!
Yes, I've been here all this time. I don't know why, I don't get why, but I, Sir Leon of Camelot, am still alive. I'd gotten worried a few years after Camelot's fall. Everyone I knew had died and I was in perfect health. I'd spent months in the libraries all over Albion, and I think I'm immortal.
It makes sense, all the knights had been killed from the Great Dragon, except me. I'd outlived absolutely everyone from Camelot. I'm still alive hundreds of years later. I'm almost certain, but how?
This question had been on my mind every waking moment. And I didn't know it, but I wasn't alone.
An ordinary day, walking to the grocery store for some food when I saw him. The blue coat, ageing in his face the and long, grey hair didn't mask Arthur's old manservant, and almost my little brother. I must've been dreaming, so I tried waking myself up. It didn't work. The man stared back at me, blue irises showing both shock and confusion. Yet, he kept walking along, next to the lake. It's familiar, but I can't remember how. Then it clicks, the funeral. This was the Lake of Avalon! I'd been staring for ages before a blue truck snapped me out of my trance. I looked for Merlin again, but he was gone! I traced back my steps, and found him staring out to the island in the middle of the clear water. I carefully crossed the road and placed my hand on his shoulder. He jumped and turned around and saw me. Unlike him, I hadn't aged a day over 30. He stared at me, and I faintly heard him muttering to himself.
"No, stop, they're gone, Merlin!"
He looked past me, shook. I followed his gaze, but saw nothing. I saw his face, sadness and anger?
"Merlin..." I whisper to him. His eyes shot back to me.
"It's not real, it's not real!"
I looked at him, tears were brimming in his eyes.
"Don't worry, Merlin. I'm here. I'm real. I promise you, I wouldn't lie to you..."
I trailed off, my comforting words hadn't helped much. In fact, it'd made it worse. It looked like he was having a breakdown. Suddenly, I saw his face changing. Gwen told me he had magic, so maybe this was it. He was becoming younger, until he was the same Merlin, raven hair poking from the beanie on his head and face clear of anything but tears. Now, he was Arthur's best friend, the same manservant from those years before. The memories then came flooding back to me, the fun times, the bad times and everything in-between.

Just two men, lying in the grass next to the road, crying and laughing with each other, yet separated. Leon and Merlin stayed there the rest of the morning, until a policewoman came up to them.
"Are you two alright?"
"Yes, we're fine..."
"Perfectly fine, Miss!"
The woman left, confusion clear on her face. The two men got up and left together to grab Leon's groceries. After, they went to the library to search more about Leon's immortality.
They spent every day together, after hundreds of years being alone. They were glad they had someone there who knew everything, who remembered. They were glad they had a friend.