Connecting the dots

J.K.

"He's doing that all the time now. The town never gets enough from it.", Lancelot had explained to Merlin, as he bought him his first drink.
(They had only been here for like, five minutes, but Gwaine was completely wasted already.)

"What does he talk about?", Merlin asked, feeling Lancelot's grip on his shoulder tighten.
"Maybe you should listen to him yourself.", he sighed, clearly nervous.

Merlin raised an eyebrow at him, before he made his way over the dance floor to sit next to Gwaine.
...

"And then- ", Gwaine moved his hands in a mysterious, yet graceful way as he looked between them.
"it came out the cupboard. In seconds it changed it's entire appearance and became what Neville feared the most!
It looked just like Severus Snape!"

The people around him started chuckling.

"And remember, Professor Lupin had just whispered to him how to make fun of it. So when Neville said, Ridiculous, Snape now wore a red dress and an eagle on his head. It was the fashion style of Neville's grandmother!"
Gwaine grinned, as the people around him started roaring with laughter.
Maybe the entire thing was just funnier when you were drunk and up to enjoy yourself, but Gwaine's fans seemed to love it.
They ate up his words like they were starving of boredom.

"Seriously, Gwaine?", Leon – who was sitting on the other side, also next to Gwaine shook his head. But he was grinning as well.

"Trust me Gwaine, one of these days my stories will all become famous!", Gwaine grinned and Leon sighed a deep chuckled sigh.
"Yeah right. Not this time you don't."

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It was somewhere in December 1997, when Leon's phone rang.
"LEON!", he heard Merlin scream at him so loudly, he had to hold his phone a few inches away from his ear.
"Merlin? Is that you?! You're alive?
But how?
Are you too - what?"
Leon had not seen Merlin since the day Arthur died. But that was hundreds of years ago..."

"Yes, yes. I know. Emrys means immortal, remember?
That's not why I'm calling. I think I've found Gwaine!"

Leon sat up from the couch in his small apartment now. "What are you talking about? Gwaine has been dead for how long now? We were at his funeral, remember? I've never seen so many sad women before..."

"No, not HIM him. HER him. Er. How do I explain this. I think she's his reincarnation..."

"Holy – where are you. I'm coming over."

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A.N.:// dafuq did this come from.... ? XD

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Anyway, the night continued like this. Eventually they all got drunk. Especially Merlin. He barely remembered being dragged home into Gaius chambers by Lancelot.
He didn't remember falling asleep.
However, he did remember being slapped awake. By something very – slimy.

With a scream and struggle, he sat up as he realized this wasn't someone slapping him. It was something attacking him.
Gaius must have heard somehow, as he ran into Merlin's chambers, armored with a frying pan.
Hitting onto the monstrous snail and hitting it onto the next wall.
(He also accidentally hit Merlin a couple of times, but Merlin was too delirious to notice).

"Thank's Gaius.", Merlin heaved out his thanks, as he finally managed to relax.

"Looks like Morgana has somehow figured out who you are.", Gaius concluded, while the giant thing fell into itself, seemingly dying.

Merlin groaned, leaning back in his bed, as he felt himself grow even more tired.

"Lucky she failed. Or else Camelot would now be defenseless.", Gaius sighed a sigh of relief, as Merlin closed his eyes. Stretching out his hand to let the glass of water on his night stand come to him. His throat felt dry like sand paper.