Prompt#420 - Flail - In the country - amaranthine_7 - Original

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Title: In the country
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 420 - Flail
Warnings: There should be more to this story but I didn't have time to complete it before the end of Saturday. I'll edit this post with the rest some time next week.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: "Dad," Mordred exclaimed as he slammed his mug down the counter. "Why?"

"Dad," Mordred exclaimed as he slammed his mug down the counter. "Why?"

"Because it'll do you good. You have too much time on your hands. And your uncle can do with the help," Arthur replied calmly before bringing his mug of coffee to his lips.

"But I don't want to."

"I didn't recall asking your opinion on this."

"But dad..." Arthur raised a finger to stop his son from continuing. "No more complaint Mordred. You're going and that's it," he finished his voice strict.

Mordred picked up his mug and sipped loudly from his chocolate milk. "Whatever," he whispered in his drink.

---*---

"We're here," Arthur said.

Mordred grumbled as he tightened his grip on his bag.

Arthur sighed. "It's not going to be that bad. I promise. I use to work the fields every summer and it was actually pretty great."

"As if..."

"Don't knock it off until you try it. Besides it won't hurt to get some colour on your skin. You're too pale."

Mordred glared at his father. "Or I'll just get constant sunburns like my mother."

Arthur shook his head. "Have it your way..." he conceded. "In any case we're here and I'm not bringing you back home with me."

They sat in silent for a long minute before Arthur leaned across to his son and gently kissed his hair. "I love you."

"Yeah..." Mordred mumbled. He opened the door, stepped out and slowly closed the door behind him. The car drove away a few seconds later. He stood still watching it disappear in the distance followed by a long trail of dust.

---*---

"About time," Kay exclaimed as he saw Mordred walked up to his house. He was sitting on the porch, enjoying a glass of whisky. "Almost thought your dad would bend to your whining."

"He almost did," Mordred barked back.

Kay laughed. "Go make yourself comfortable. There's food in the oven. You know where the beds are."

Mordred stood silently for an instant expecting more orders. This seemed far too easy. "That's it," he finally asked.

"What d'you expect. I'm no monster." Kay twirled his glass in his hand. "Besides there's no work to do at nine in the evening." He winked at his nephew.

Mordred walked past him and went straight to the kitchen. He sliced some of the cold meat in the oven and went up with the plate to the guestroom. He settled easily into the bed by the window, his laptop balancing on his legs and his fingers typing furiously at the keyboard.

---*---

Mordred grumbled as he felt someone pushing him on the shoulder.

"Mordred," a voice asked timidly.

"Go away..." He rolled onto his side hoping the intruder would go away.

"I would but... I can't," the boy pleaded.

Mordred rolled back and sat up on the edge of his bed. His eyes wide open and full of fury. He opened his mouth ready to scream in a frenzy but the words didn't come out.

"You," he commented almost disgusted. "What are you doing here?"

Galahad smiled awkwardly. "Lance sent me here for the holidays."

"Great." Mordred got up, grabbed a shirt and jean from his bag and put them on before storming out of the room.

"I'm not working with him," he yelled at his uncle as he jumped off the last set of stairs.

"I see you've met."

"I am not working with him," Mordred repeated.

"I heard the first time boy."

"And," Mordred probed.

"And nothing. You're working with him." Kay stood from his chair and walked out of the house.

"Am not," Mordred exhaled between gritted teeth.