who: merlin and freya what: freya just showed up and merlin has to help his (not)dead girlfriend. when:backdated to after this where: library and then merlin/arthur's apartment status: incomplete
"Thank you!" Merlin dropped a couple dollars in the taxi window as grabbed his things and started sprinting down the sidewalk. He probably could have waited and let the car drop him off a little closer, but he saw the library, and there had been a stop light. Merlin was not waiting. Freya was -- she was alive. She was alive and here. She was also apparently drenched, shoeless, carrying a sword, and almost definitely afraid. When he did catch sight of her sitting on the steps outside the library, he paused. Merlin wanted to help, and running over there, clearly freaking out a lot little wouldn't make a great impression. So he took a breath and tried to walk over - try being the operative word.
"Fre - ah!" Graceful as ever, Merlin tripped over the first stair, landing at Freya's feet. The towels and sneakers flying out of his hands. He groaned and hoped she hadn't actually seen that, but he had fallen right in front of her. Merlin looked up, probably bright red, and smiled awkwardly up at her. She looked just the same, in the same dress he'd - She was drenched and it would be getting dark, and it was already a bit chilly. Merlin scrambled up again, taking one of the towels and wrapping it around her shoulders.
"Ah - Here. I'll give you some clothes when we get back, but Morgana gave me some shoes you could borrow for now." He commented quickly, but he hadn't actually let go of her. His hands still resting on her arms, holding the towel, and making sure it stayed around her. "I'm so sorry. You're okay though. I don't -- You were --"
Merlin felt ridiculous, but he couldn't help himself. She'd died, and now she was here, and not dead -- He hugged her, hiding his face in the crook of her neck even though he was certainly not crying.