Timeless

Boxes

Merlin sighs as he puts the pizza box in the fridge.

"Well," he says looking at the clock on the stove that says it's 12:30am. "I'm wide awake now."

He turns the kettle on but then turns it off again frowning. Why not have coffee?

He gets out a mug and goes over to his Keurig machine and turns it on, then grabs a pod of coffee and stuffs in it the top. As that makes his coffee he gets out the creamer that's in the fridge door.

He makes his coffee and sighs with satisfaction with a sip.

Merlin makes his way upstairs and tries to not spill the coffee he just made, for a couple of reasons.

Most are obvious.

That and it's what's going to keep him awake a little longer to find a costume to please Holly.

'That girl I tell you. She will be the death of me' He shakes his head.

Merlin stops and furrows his eyebrows confused. "Where did I put my extra boxes anyway?" He mumbles to himself as he bites his lip.

After a few moments of just standing in the hallway looking like an idiot in his own home, he finally manages to move to his room to set his mug down on the table beside his bed.

Merlin then picks it up again and takes a big gulp of his coffee and leaves his mug as he goes over to his closet. Why would he keep old stuff in the bottom of his closet? He uses this everyday.

He shakes his head at himself as he gets on his knees and hands before searching through the bottom of his closet floor.

And with no such luck in his side, he comes up empty handed. Not that he expected anything less.

He runs a hand through his hair and stands up brushing off his knees and hands.

"So where then?" Merlin says to himself as he makes his way out into the hallway. "Okay think you idiot. Where do most people put old things they still kind of care about but not really..." he says crossing his arms and glancing around the hallway.

He then smacks himself in the face and makes his way to the basement stairs.

"Am I an idiot? Yes of course I'm an idiot. Why the bloody hell didn't I think of this before?" He shakes his head as he goes down the carpeted stairs.

Merlins basement isn't gross. It's actually the opposite really. He hangs out down here all the time with Holly and a few others who decide to tag along. That also includes Clary.

The ground is a soft light carpet and it's lit up very well. A tv on the wall, a huge couch that has an angle in it. And other stuff that's usually in an entertainment centre.

He makes his way over to the spare room and turns the light on only to be met with a bunch of boxes stacked high. How did he even manage to get them that high? And why so many boxes?

'Is it bad I don't remember what's in most of these boxes or where they came from?' He thinks, frowning.

Gods he hopes not.

He looks them over from the doorway and goes for one that's in the corner closest to him and takes it out to the couch.

On the box in messy writing says "clothes. Kinda".

"Well that's reassuring. Thanks past Merlin...." He mumbles to himself and man does he need to stop talking to himself.

He unfolds the flaps and dust comes flying at him making him back away and cough. He blinks a few times to get the dust out.