Summary: It was common knowledge that the Pendragons ruled South Boston.
Pairing: Eventual Merlin/Arthur
Rating: PG now, to change in later chapters
Word Count: 301
It was common knowledge that the Pendragons ruled South Boston. No one could touch them. That didn’t mean that they never tried.
Slipping into a supple leather jacket, Arthur turned to Gauis, who checked his gun before holstering it. The man may have been getting on in years, but he was still a respected member of Uther’s inner circle and as such, was still as capable of taking care of himself as ever. Not that he would have to. Arthur’s own gun went into the waistband of his jeans, covered by the bottom of his shirt and jacket - hidden, but easily accessible.
“So, Gaius. This new guy.” Gaius’ eyebrow shot up. “What’d you say his name was?”
“I didn’t.” The eyebrow didn’t move.
Arthur waited for a moment, but when it became obvious that Gaius had no intention of saying more, he sighed over-dramatically and rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, Gaius.”
Arthur scoffed. “Merlin?”
“Who in their right mind would name their kid that?”
“His mother was a good friend of mine, so I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t insult her.”
“Was a good friend?”
Gaius simply put his jacket on, covering the shoulder holster, and pointedly not rising to the Pendragon heir’s obvious needling. “Arthur, leave it alone.”
Knowing his attempts at inciting his father’s oldest friend had failed, Arthur turned back to getting ready, giving only a disappointed sigh at his lost opportunity.
Merlin knew that he was only going into this as another gun in the ring surrounding Uther Pendragon. But any way to get closer to the family was a step in the right direction. No matter how long it took, he had to get closer to the Pendragons - to Arthur Pendragon.
So he could kill him.
I'm sorry that it's short and abrupt, but it's supposed to be. I promise.