Author: Cathaloregan
Complete/Incomplete
Summary: Athur Pendragon comes to Ireland in hope of escaping his all-powerful family. Living in a car, he meets Cathal O'Regan, a 21 year old in a similar predicament. The two become fast friends, but happiness only lasts so long.
Note: I would just like to apologize that I didn't put this in the crossover section, but there isn't a Parked category I can put this in.

There were only a few things Arthur loved, and his car was at the top of that list. Granted it wasn't a long list, but it was special. His car was his place in the world, his home, the stepping stone between living on the streets and proper housing. No, it wasn't the best accommodation in the world, but he wouldn't change it for anything. So as he pulled up in the parking lot from his long journey, he parked, switching off the engine and sunk down into his seat.

He was tired, so tired, and his body ached for a proper bed. Arthur had been this way ever since his family had disowned him out about a year or so ago. They had been pompous, arrogant people who'd looked down on anyone who didn't have wealth, social status and other rare qualities which could only be acquired by luck of being born into a high class family. And Arthur had wanted out. People were people, and each person was special to him. He wasn't going to be brought down to his family's level, ever. This life was his choice, and to him, nothing was sweeter than the taste of freedom.

It wasn't easy for him to live like this however, it was lonely and awkward and so many other things Arthur couldn't even begin to describe. The supply of money he had managed to take with him was slowly running out, and he didn't know what would happen to him when it was all gone. Arthur stepped out of his vehicle, the slightly rusted door creaking at the hinges as he opened it. The cold salty winds of the sea blew harshly, but it was nice, it cleared his head and he ran his fingers through his short, golden hair. Sighing, he looked around the near empty parking lot, seeing if there was anyone around. No-one. He wasn't surprised of course, he was somewhere in Dublin, a place he'd reached after days of travelling. Originally he'd started off in Devon, his old home, staying in England for a few months before deciding to get out. Arthur hadn't really read any of the signs when he'd gotten off the ferry; he'd just pushed the accelerator. The further away he was from his family, the better.

Deciding to take a walk, Arthur locked his car, twisting the key in the lock, and pulled his coat tighter around him. He set off along the worn path that travelled almost parallel to the sea shore. All he needed was a breath of fresh air, to stretch his legs after being cramped for a long while, so it didn't really matter where he was headed, just as long as he remembered his way back. Loose pieces of gravel kicked up under his feet as he walked, and the only sound he could hear were the small waves crashing into the shore line a few yards away, and the noise of a passing yellow car.

He'd walked a fair distance before the sun started to drift down in the sky, an amber glow washing the murky coast he had parked near to. So by the time he'd returned to his car, night had fallen. The small parking lot had since gained a new resident, a pale yellow car which had music blasting out of its speakers. This annoyed Arthur slightly, it was quite late and he was exhausted, and there was no doubt in his mind that he wouldn't be able to sleep if that racket continued on.

As he walked up to the other car, he crossed his arms and a stern look appeared on his face, he wanted whoever it was to take him seriously. The door to the car was open, and a very skinny man about his own age, was sitting out of it, and upon seeing Arthur, turned to look at him. "Could you turn the music down please," Arthur said, adding emphasis on to the please, hoping he would actually turn it down without complaint. Who had music on this loud at this time anyway? Idiot.

A smile appeared on the man's face as he reached over to turn the music volume down so low that it could barely be heard at all. "You're not from around here, are ya'?" the stranger asked. He had a strong Dublin accent and Arthur guessed how he, himself, spoke wasn't too common around here. "Definitely not." he replied, a small smile creeping onto his own face at the reminder of how far away from his family he actually was. Arthur didn't want to go any deeper on that specific topic, and his answer was as detailed as it was going to get.

After a moment the stranger stood up and straightened himself out. He was about the same height as Arthur, if not a bit taller, and a strand of dark brown hair peaked out from under the green beanie he wore. His clothes looked tatty, and from the looks of it, he seemed to be living a similar lifestyle to Arthur, and for a moment he didn't feel so alone.

"Names Cathal," He said, outstretching his hand which was covered in a holey looking glove. "What's yours?"

"Arthur." He replied, shaking Cathals hand firmly.

"What, like that King who pulled the sword from the stone?" Another smile appeared on his face.

Arthur laughed slightly at this. It'd been a long time since anyone had mentioned King Arthur, and the memories of his old life were filled with obsessing over the legends. The stories of the knights, the King, of Merlin and of Camelot, used to be his source of enjoyment when he felt lost or broken. When he was younger, he'd aimed to be as noble as they were; he wanted to help people, protect them from danger and save them when they were in need. But his family had disapproved of that, his father especially.

"You're a Pendragon, son." His father would say to him. "When you're old enough you'll be CEO of a very large business corporation. So don't you dare disappoint me."

"I guess so, yeah." Arthur stuffed his hands in his jean pockets, hunching up, trying to keep the cold seaside air out.

"Nice story, dat. I liked the Wizard. Merlin, I think it was. My Mum used to tell me the story when I was a kid. 'Course she made Arthur sound like a right Prat."

Cathal had retrieved a Zippo lighter from one of his pockets at this point and had begun flicking it, probably out of habit. Just as Arthur was about to reply, someone shouted Cathals name loudly, and the pair turned towards the shout. A few people were on the beach, and a small bonfire was burning on the shoreline. Cathal turned back towards Arthur, a look of apology on his face that he had to leave.

"I gottah go, Arthur," He stated, pushing his Zippo back into his pocket, "But it was nice meetin' ya'."

Arthur smiled. "Yeah you too."