ONE Merlin wasn't really sure how long it had been since the accident. He had been out of the hospital for only a few days now, but he had been banged up pretty good, and his memories of exactly how long the stay had been were... fuzzy. And everything else as well.
He had a few very sharp memories in his head, things he knew to be true, but not most of the rest of his life, either in specific, or in general. It felt like, well, he was waiting for his mind to come back from vacation. And it was taking it's time. Why did his hands twitch just so, sometimes? Why did he seem to catch a glint of gold in his eyes, now and then? Why did things seem to happen around him when he really wanted them to? And how did it all tie together somehow like his mind kept trying to insist?
As he wandered down the street, looking around, he felt a sense of peace. Surely his memories would come back when they were supposed to, right? Right. Even if a small nagging voice told him there was something oh so wrong about all of this. It was probably nothing, after all. He should go get some ice cream. Yeah.
TWO
The scream sent Merlin running. He wasn't even aware of what had set him to running for the first few steps, just that something, deep within him, told him to run. And it was only as he was really bearing down into a fast and hard run that he realized his instinct had been to run toward the scream, instead of away from it. Which realization made his run falter for a moment, and his labored breathing catch up with him as he tripped over a log and went down, face first.
It was then that he realized he had been running for awhile, and that he had no idea where he was, other than in the woods... somewhere. He looked around, looking for answers, clues, and anything to tell him what had gone on, but he saw nothing, not at all.
What was going on here? Why had someone screamed? And more importantly, why had he run toward it? He was a simple maintenance man, not a cop! What was going on?
THREE
The bake sale had drawn Merlin to it like honey drew bees, and he smiled as he approached the many covered tables, eyes wide and mouth watering. He worked maintenance and knew a lot of the people who were holding sway over those tables. He had, after all, fixed things around most of them, since he got out of school.
The sheer amount of delicious baked goods on sale looked pretty and intensely overwhelming. And he knew, without a doubt, that he could totally blow an entire paycheck here. And his paychecks weren't small!
FOUR
SN: The Wizard
Okay, who was it who made the deep fudge brownie cakes for the bake sale, and what do I have to do to get more of them? I've been jonesing for them since I ran out of the plateful I bought at the sale, and I think I need more.
Be a saint, take pity on this poor maintenance man, and admit to your glorious works so I can come beg or buy more of them from you.
Merlin | BBC's Merlin (Pre-series)
Merlin wasn't really sure how long it had been since the accident. He had been out of the hospital for only a few days now, but he had been banged up pretty good, and his memories of exactly how long the stay had been were... fuzzy. And everything else as well.
He had a few very sharp memories in his head, things he knew to be true, but not most of the rest of his life, either in specific, or in general. It felt like, well, he was waiting for his mind to come back from vacation. And it was taking it's time. Why did his hands twitch just so, sometimes? Why did he seem to catch a glint of gold in his eyes, now and then? Why did things seem to happen around him when he really wanted them to? And how did it all tie together somehow like his mind kept trying to insist?
As he wandered down the street, looking around, he felt a sense of peace. Surely his memories would come back when they were supposed to, right? Right. Even if a small nagging voice told him there was something oh so wrong about all of this. It was probably nothing, after all. He should go get some ice cream. Yeah.
TWO
The scream sent Merlin running. He wasn't even aware of what had set him to running for the first few steps, just that something, deep within him, told him to run. And it was only as he was really bearing down into a fast and hard run that he realized his instinct had been to run toward the scream, instead of away from it. Which realization made his run falter for a moment, and his labored breathing catch up with him as he tripped over a log and went down, face first.
It was then that he realized he had been running for awhile, and that he had no idea where he was, other than in the woods... somewhere. He looked around, looking for answers, clues, and anything to tell him what had gone on, but he saw nothing, not at all.
What was going on here? Why had someone screamed? And more importantly, why had he run toward it? He was a simple maintenance man, not a cop! What was going on?
THREE
The bake sale had drawn Merlin to it like honey drew bees, and he smiled as he approached the many covered tables, eyes wide and mouth watering. He worked maintenance and knew a lot of the people who were holding sway over those tables. He had, after all, fixed things around most of them, since he got out of school.
The sheer amount of delicious baked goods on sale looked pretty and intensely overwhelming. And he knew, without a doubt, that he could totally blow an entire paycheck here. And his paychecks weren't small!
FOUR
SN: The Wizard
Okay, who was it who made the deep fudge brownie cakes for the bake sale, and what do I have to do to get more of them? I've been jonesing for them since I ran out of the plateful I bought at the sale, and I think I need more.
Be a saint, take pity on this poor maintenance man, and admit to your glorious works so I can come beg or buy more of them from you.