Destiny - a Merthur fic

Chapter X

Arthur's POV

I fell back onto the bed after trying for the umpteenth time to open the door. I was utterly and completely confused, and lost, and I didn’t know what to do. I had yelled myself hoarse calling for Merlin, or anyone really.

About an hour earlier I had woken up and found myself in this strange room. After exploring what I could of it, I had concluded that something was very out of place. Everything seemed too nice. It was unrealistic. Several explanations had come to mind, such as being transported to some sort of alternate reality, but I was certain not even the greatest wielder of magic could cast a spell of such.

A door burst open and a man walked in, closing it quietly behind him.

I racked my brain for something to say that didn’t come across as weak or scared, but I couldn’t think of anything. So I kept my mouth shut.

He strutted in and sat down on an elongated chair thing. “Making ourselves at home now are we,” I said in an attempt to break the uncomfortable silence.

He smirked. “Still as snarky as ever.”

“What?” I asked in an incredulous tone. “Do I know you?”

He shook his head. “No, but you knew my great-great-great-great-too-many-greats-to-list-grandmother. She and yourself were very close.”

 I squinted at him. “Are you calling me old? Because I don’t believe that I’m old enough to know anyone’s grandmother who has that many greats, thank you very much.”

He shook his head and muttered something under his breath. I clenched my jaw. "What was that?"

He laughed and bit his cheek. "Oh, nothing."

I raised an eyebrow but decided to drop it. Whatever, if this guy was going to be an arse that wasn't my problem to fix.

"So." I shrugged my arms and then let them drop, making a loud slapping noise against my legs. "Mind telling me where I am? And why you kidnapped me?" I could imagine Merlin saying something like "They kingnapped you! Ha! Ha ha!" and had a pang of longing to hear his voice.

The man rolled his eyes. "Arthur, Arthur, Arthur." He stood up and walked towards me, putting a hand on my shoulder. I shook it off, and backed up a few steps so we weren't so close. He looked strangely familiar, and he made me uncomfortable.

"I didn't kidnap you. You see, you were sent into the future. To be kept safe."

I cocked my head at him and looked at him like he was crazy, which he obviously was. Yet, that explanation would make sense... No. It wasn't possible. I'd already been over similar theories in my head.

I laughed nervously. "No. No, that's not possible."

"My ancestor who knew you did it."

  “And who would that be now?” I scoffed.

“Her name was Morgana Pendragon.”

A stony silence filled the room and I could feel my eyes grow wide. Why in the hell would Morgana send me to the future to keep me safe? She was the one who wanted me dead in the first place.

The man put his hand on my back and guided me to the bed, sitting me down. “I take it you’re letting it sink in.”

I nodded. “What year is it?”

“2015.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Oh. Well then.” I looked around and finally took notice that I had allowed him to sit me down on the bed – that was a sign of weakness. I stood up. He could be from an enemy kingdom – after all, he said he was Morgana’s ancestor. That didn’t exactly bode too well.

“Does Camelot still reign strong?” I asked.

He chuckled. “Oh Arthur, those days are long gone. You have yet to learn about the present day. You haven’t even looked out the window! Come on now,” he said, standing up and walking towards a large curtain which I assumed covered a window. He beckoned to me. “Come have a look.”

I warily joined him at the curtain, and he pulled it aside, revealing a truly shocking sight.

We were very high up, and were surrounded by other unbelievably tall buildings. I took it in for a minute, and then turned away. “What is this!” I said angrily.

“This is the future, Arthur. Well, for you, anyway.” He replied.

I felt like punching something. I felt at my belt for a sword – but there wasn’t one. In fact, looking down now at my clothes, I wasn’t wearing anything I had ever seen before. I was covered in strange clothes. Dark blue pants that were made out of a strange material that I’d never felt before, and a white shirt that was much too soft and clean-looking to be real. Not to mention the sleeves were scandalously short.

“What on earth am I wearing?” I asked, pulling at the clothes.

“This is what people wear nowadays. If you don’t want to get stared at then I’d advise you to keep them on.” He retorted.

I rolled my eyes.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” He asked me.

I racked my brain. “I remember leaving the castle to ride for Camlaan.”

“You don’t remember anything that happened between Merlin and yourself?”

“No?” At this point he was making me very uncomfortable. As far as I knew nothing had happened between me and Merlin – at least not of the sort that I thought he was implying.

He nodded. “Good.” He walked towards the door and opened it, walking out. He peeked his head back in. “I’ll be back, Arthur Pendragon.”