Friends Reunited. (Lancelot & Merlin).
Lancelot had woken in the middle of the night. Sweat dripped down his face and he breathed heavily. He had a dream about the sacrifice. It still felt so real. The screaming, the darkness. Everything. He had the dream every single night. It felt as if he could not escape it. As much as he wanted to, he could not forget it. Just like he couldn't forget what Morgana had done to him, Arthur and Gwen. He spent years trying his best to keep his distance from the two so that he didn't ruin it but that failed.
He pulled himself up from the ground. The fire he set up had died down. It was so cold, and Lancelot was out here alone. He couldn't go back to Camelot, everyone would ask questions. Questions he wouldn't have the answer to. He wanted to see Merlin though. Perhaps Merlin would know. Lancelot thought. He rubbed his forehead, deciding whether it be a good idea or not. What's the worse that could happen? Lancelot asked himself quietly. So, he decided to go back to Camelot. Actually, he was not far from there.
He got to his feet, picked up his sword and he headed towards his horse. He untied the rope from the tree and he got on, dismounting. He rode as fast as he could to Camelot.
It wasn't much of a long journey, but to the ex knight, it felt like a lifetime away.
He reached Camelot at the crack of dawn. Would they allow him to even see Merlin? He thought. He really did hope so. But either way, the dark haired man sneaked inside. Luckily no one caught him. He knew exactly where Gauis and his chambers were, so he checked their first. Surely he was still in bed, right?
Lancelot walked through quietly. When he reached the room, he knocked on the door lightly. When there was no answer, he opened the door quietly and he walked through. He closed the door behind him.