Hi guys!

This is something that was taking up space on my hard drive. Before I lost it, I thought I should put it up!

Enjoy :D !

Disclaimer: I will never own Merlin. If I did, he'd be locked in my basement... and I wouldn't be writing about what I want to do with him ;)

"..thyme, rosemary. What else am I forgetting?" The worried warlock wrecked his brain for the last herb in his head before he left for Camelot.

"Your dignity, pride and oh wait... loyalty to your own kind" Morgana bit back as per usual. She had her hand on Aithusa and was content with stroking the scales that were beginning to form on the young dragons skin.

Merlin ignored her comment as he looked for the remaining herb. The witch simply observed his slim hips as he stuffed all of his ingredients into a sack and wondered how complex his so called 'plans' ran. He was always going on about them and she had to wonder if last night was part of it too.

"Are you ready?" he asked as stone cold serious as he pulled the sack onto his back and held out his hand. She knew she should be fighting him more but she didn't want a repeat of what happened this morning. She could barely levitate a cup with her magic before this morning, now she couldn't even touch it with her magic.

The familiar tug from her naval kept her from her thoughts as they reappeared in the throne room.. Wait, what? The throne room?

"I'm sorry" the dark haired man said before raising his hand and stilling members of the court huddled in a defensive strike around the King in that moment with his hand still attached to Morgana.

Morgana looked at the scene before her and she felt her blood boil at the man at the centre of this group. Uther Pendragon looked absolutely furious with the sudden intrusion and that stayed frozen on his face as were all the expressions on the people's faces. Arthur, Gwen, Gaius, all the Knights of Arthur's personal guards looked shocked and frozen with their gazes set on Merlin.

The man that was looked upon then took to scanning the room as if looking for something. He muttered against walls and waved his hands over objects.

"Will they remember us?" Morgana asked stalking towards them venomously. She realised something was pulling against her dress. The witch looked back to see Aithusa holding on to the train of her dress.

"Well, the last time I did this spell it was on Gwaine and he didn't remember a thing afterward. It might've been the spell or the fact that he was so drunk he tried to feel a barstool up thinking it was a woman", the warlock barely acknowledged what he was saying as his sole attention was on the doors and windows of the room, barracading them in. He turned to glance at Morgana when he felt anger spilling out of his lips.

"Why is he here?" he spluttered pointing directly at Aithusa, whom Morgana had snuggled into her bosom.

"He stowed away on my dress" she said disregarding the warlock once more. She was quite taken by the young dragon ever since that fateful night and always smiled when he said the word 'Mama' at her.

"How could you Morgana? Do you not realise that he is one of the only two dragons alive today? Do you understand why bringing him to the very room of hate for everything magic in Camelot is dangerous?" Merlin had to put a simmer on his pot of boiling rage for the raven-haired goddess.

"Could you please just shut up already and 'Save Camelot' or whatever you came to do so we don't have to be in the presence of him" she sneered the last word at her father before she walked closer to the gray haired man.

Merlin could be heard going back to the mutterings he had been doing to the walls trying to find the centre of this enchantment.

Morgana reached no less than a foot before Uther before turning to the prize in her hands and whispering "When you mature, my darling, you will have the pleasure of using your grandfather's bones as toothpicks. Yes, you will" she said as if talking to a baby and she got her sweet reply of 'Mama"

Merlin turned back and shouted "Aithusa, do not listen to her"

"Aithusa is smart, he will see that this ignorant man has ruled for far too long and will succumb to his primal desire to eat Uther" she coddled him further with little scratches behind his ear.

"I am the Dragon Lord here, he will do as I say and I said "NO"" he all but shouted the last word. The onlookers may have looked the same to Merlin and Morgana but their minds were racing with so many questions as they saw the friends whom they thought went missing.

"Well, aren't we a little grumpy this morning" Morgana bitchily said as she made to stand and look at all the knights in turn.

Merlin turned back to his mutterings when he looked at the table "This looks new"

He made to stand on the old oak table. It didn't wobble or even creak at the man's weight upon it. He muttered a spell and as he stomped his foot on it it came crashing down.

"...Obiously not made of magic..." he continued muttering to himself.

"Merlin, you're starting to sound like a mad man" the sorceress stated in a bored voice.

"Well than be of some use and HELP ME!" He had been holding back so much anger since this morning and as expected the candles in the chandelier above them flared for a few seconds before Merlin waved them off.

Morgana didn't even turn when this happened and stood directly infront of her half-brother, Arthur. "I don't understand your loyalty to this man whose made your life a living hell for the past two years"

"Yes, I would assume you didn't know anything about loyalty or friendship what with trying to murder everybody in Camelot and all" Merlin stared at a spot directly beneath the chandelier as a red light was cast upon it.

Morgana had ignored that comment as she did alot of his comments.

The warlock had blew the few bricks surrounding the light away and directly beneath it started a screeching that had everyone mobile cover their ears.

Merlin's jacket and shirt were taken off without another moment of hesitation and held to contain the noisy bugger and it muffled the surprisingly loud sound. Little did he know that he had exposed the crowd of hickeys on his back and neck to the entire court.

"What was that vile thing?" the green eyed lady asked. Merlin retrieved the herbs he had packed earlier and now was shedding them on the centre of evil magic before him.

"Your sister's creation, now come here I need your help" Merlin seemed so short on his rope of tolerance and he had just blown a few times before.

Morgana simply made to snatch Uther's crown when Merlin screamed with a fury no one in the court had seen before "MORGANA, NOW!"

She simply stopped, turned and walked casually toward him and placed the small dragon down before him. "Now give me your foot"

As Morgana complied, Merlin sighed with annoyance, "Where are your shoes?"

"We were in a rush to get here, I didn't have time"

"Oh, but you had time to insult my neckerchief"

"What are you, still a child?" He placed her foot at one edge of the shirt/jacket and the other one on another edge. to balance herself she instnctively reached out and held his shoulder. He looked up "You steady?"

Morgana had to stop herself from simply gawking at the intensity of his cobalt eyes. "Just get up and lets get this over with"

He didn't have to be told twice to rise and have Morgana staring straight at his chest. He held his palms up waiting for her to grasp his forearms as he did hers.

"Remember that you need to pay this your absolute attention as if you stop at least once the pixies will attack. Just keep your focus on me" He nodded once at her and nothing he said pricked her out of her boredom.

Abas ocus bithe. Duthectad bithlane. He said and at that the ground shook. His eyes turned gold as did Morgana's. They stayed locked into each others as a first wave of reverberating sound shook through the walls of Camelot.

There was a screeching that could be heard moving closer and closer to the couple.

Abas ocus bithe. Duthectad bithlane They shook the ground a bit harder as they shouted it.

Abas ocus bithe. Duthectad bithlane Piles of pixies found their way through the windows albeit much quietly.

Abas ocus bithe. Duthectad bithlane Another ring of sound echoed through the city as the spell reahed to all corners of the castle walls.

Abas ocus bithe. Duthectad bithlane They said with more conviction as Morgana seemed to not being in such a close proximity to the pixies

Abas ocus bithe. Duthectad bithlane They rampantly clung to the walls and although quiet wrecked havoc on the upholstery.

Abas ocus bithe. Duthectad bithlane
They turned to sleep.

Abas ocus bithe. Duthectad bithlane.
They started to fade in colour.

Abas ocus bithe, Duthectad bithlane.
They turned to simple ash.

Abas ocus bithe Duthectad bithl-"
The witch fell faint.

Merlin, the only awake and moving person in the room caught her mid-fall. As he held her in his arms, his eyes were immediately drawn to her pale, exposed neck. It was what was on his mind for the past few weeks. During their constant arguments, all she had to do was look away in anger and her creamy skin was there for him to ogle. He had the pleasure last night of having access to this piece of art, but he didn't mark it. No he could never taint such beauty. That's why while his body had carried all the marks of last night, she didn't have a single blemish.

He shook himself out of where his thoughts were taking him. That was dangerous territory because he couldn't talk to her about what last night meant.

Summoning the last of his remaining magic, he summoned a chair and lay her in it gently. He had to look away before his mind dissected every image of last night. He looked once again at the frozen knights looking ready for war with the expressions on their face and he again regretted his decision to leave the castle with Morgana. His friends and family was what he had given up and what for? For a woman who'd tried to kill every single one of them.

He sighed before slowly feeling magic seem through his fingers in the tiniest amounts he had felt over the past month. His entire life, he had had that feeling of magic, as natural as every breath he took simmer through his veins taking on the norm. He had no idea it was there until he couldn't feel it anymore.

The dark sorcerer got thrown out of his jumbled thoughts when Aithusa appeared beside him with his shirt between his teeth. Merlin smiled before taking the offered garment and petting what had become a good friend over the past month.

"Looks like we need to be getting home soon, you look like you might keep shedding "

Merlin then turned to start cleaning up his catastrophic mess. With the remaining magic he wielded shattered glass to it's previous positions and summoning a broom he got to work. The sorcerer could feel his hold on the door start to slip but he knew that was no problem. With the force of that spell, there wouldn't be much people awake, they'd be knocked out but not exactly turned to ash.

The frozen members of court could not believe this sorcerer before them. Going from the hero of the day, to the cleaner. It looked like he seemed to be used to this as he was muttering under his breath about the poor prior cleaning of the throne room.

A plate of food was summoned in front of Morgana as Merlin was slowly done. It would've been faster had he not exerted himself with that sleeping spell, but some magic help was better than none at all.

He walked to her and softly placed both hands on her neck, trailing one down before resting between her breasts muttering under his breath. After the day that the onlookers have just had, this was one of the biggest surprises of the day. Merlin, who blushed 11 shades of red when he was teased to like Gwen, was now feeling a woman with no shame at all. No, it was no ordinary day for Camelot.

There seemed to be a glow that was attached to both of their chests.

Morgana awoke with a start gasping for breath as her eyes changed colour a few times before settling on it's deep green. Merlin kept his hands steady as she came to herself. Once she had her bearings on, she slapped his hands away.

"Be careful where you lay those things. I might be your prisoner, but I am still a lady" Morgana snarkily said, "A queen to be more accurate"

If he was supposed to look embarrassed, he wasn't. Merlin scoffed before distancing himself from her and shoving the plate of food before her. "Believe me, I've laid my hands on them once before and it's never happening again. No matter how hard you beg" he said, uncharacteristically cold and harsh for our beloved Merlin.

Morgana was now the one being embarrassed as she fought the blush creeping up her neck by scoffing in an attempt to cover it up.

"And may I remind you why we are not living in Camelot?" he asked again with that cold demeanour. "Someone.. I'm not saying who... decided that living as a lady of the court wasn't good enough. She didn't think that she could use her position to help magic folk become accepted once more. No, instead, she wanted to kill everyone innocent and guilty alike. Now because of that Uther hates magic more than anything, so living in the castle where you can't control my magic is not an option."

"Everyone is guilty for accepting it laying down-" she started off, with something that had always been the point of their arguing.

"And don't make me laugh with your whole prisoner charade, Morgana. I'm as much chained to your magic as you are to mine, so if it were someone who were the prisoner it's me "

Morgana scoffed as the embarrassment faded and anger quickly took its place.

"Do you think I want to live away from my family and friends? Do you think I enjoy everyday thinking that I chose-"

"What about me?" Morgana screamed at him. Now she had risen from her seat and Aithusa had taken his side behind a far off table.

"I found out my father had been trying to extinct my kind... my own sister. My brother" she turned to point Arthur out, "was trying to kill my blood sister, what do you think I made of that?" Morgana fought to keep herself in check. She did not need to shed tears, especially here.

Merlin had a reply at the tip of his tongue but he bit it down. Especially after seeing the tears form in her eyes. This was one of the ways their fights ended. Or she'd throw something at him. Either way, he'd change the subject.

They remained silent as Morgana while battling her emotions thought this meant a win for her and Merlin tried not to make her cry. His heart would soften every time she played this card and he hated it. So he played it off as his disinterest in discussing this further.

"Just eat so we can hurry and get out of here" Merlin said before turning to the knights again.

After Morgana had regained her strength and they had left, almost as if nothing were out of place. The royal court came to life. But still frozen somewhat in the shock of what had just transpired in front of their eyes.

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