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Warning: There may be some slash in the way later chapters. It you don't like then don't read.

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New born:

The baby cried with all the power it's little body could muster up. His face went pink with the effort. His cries filled the house and made his mother cry along with him. The boy's soft arms and legs kicked and his body wiggled side to side. His mother nearly losing her hold on her son. The blanket that had covered the six week old child fell to the hardwood floor hours ago. It wasn't the cries of a baby. It was the cries of a human being in pain. As if the child wanted nothing more that to get away from where he was.

The mother's face was crumbled in on itself. The silent sobbing doing nothing to make her son still. Her golden hair was a crow's playpen on top of her head and she looked as if she hadn't changed out of her nightgown in all the time the baby has been alive.

The mother sat down on the couch in her living room and placed her anger baby in the crib next to her. The baby stopped moving around, but his screams never broke off.

"Please!" The woman begged, her hands clinging onto the hands of the man in front of her, "He never stops! He needs to sleep! I need to sleep! You are the only one that has ever made he calm. You have to help me!"

The raven haired man's eyes hadn't left the crying infant. He forced a breath of air down his lungs, "I know it's hard, but I'm sure you're not the only mother that this has happened to." He lied.

The women shook her head and used one hand to hold him there and the other to claw at her hair, "He won't shut up!" She yelled. Her voice weak compared to the sound of her baby.

The women turned and glowered at her flesh and blood. Her body lurched forward as if she was going to attack the still crying newborn. The man tightened his hand around the woman's hand and jumped in front of the wailing baby. He seemed to become bigger than his skinny frame suggested, "You will never look at that child in that way ever again! You hear me?!"

The frail woman fell to her knees in front of him, "I need you to help." She looked up at the man's too bright blue eyes with a pleading look on her face, "I don't know what I will do! Yesterday I almost- Please take him!"

The man sank back onto the balls of his feet and let the woman drop to all fours. She sobbed into the wood as he turned his eyes back on the crying child.

The boy seemed to get louder the closer he got to his crib. His watery eyes wide and unseeing with it's fear. "Shhh…" The man breathed as he slowly made is way over.

The baby almost bit the man's arm as he was picking him up. "Don't be such a prat." The blue eyed man chuckled and grinned down at the pick faced child as it's warmth soaked into his chest.

The sky blue eyes off the pink faced baby locked with the man's and the crying died out. Leaving only the faint sound of whippers. The baby curled itself into the man's chest and closed his eyes. The women behind them moaned in pleasure at the quiet. No one talked for a long time. The women basking in the silence and the man clinging to the tiny soul in his arms.

"He's asleep." The man whispered. His voice sounded like it was coated with awe and affection far too great for a man that had not held this baby more than a handful of times in all it's life.

He turned to give the woman back the baby now that it wouldn't start screaming the second she touched it, but the women backed away. Crawled like a rat behind the couch.

"I don't want him." She sobbed as quietly as she could so as not to wake the baby. "He will only bring pain."

An anger far too great for words to describe filled the man to his very core. How dare this weak women give up on her son! She had only been a mother for six weeks and just because the baby cries to much she can't handle it?!

"You can't just throw him away!" Merlin half yelled, half whispered. "You are going to miss out on this wonderful boy. You are going to lose the best thing you have ever accomplished. You will never see him again if you give up now!"

"If you come near me with that demon child I will slit it's throat!" The woman hissed, not leaving her safe heaven behind the couch. The man faintly remembered a sickly creature in a movie sounding just like this deficient mother. Gollum something.

He tightened his hold on the sleeping infant and turned away from the pitiful person. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

Without a sound the man and the naked baby left the big stone mansion, grabbing the blanket as he went to cover the baby, and traveled down the mile long drive way to his car.

The baby didn't wake up until the man had tucked the wool blanket around the baby and strapped him into the car seat that had appeared in the back seat of the man's SUV. His newborn eyes glazed over with new tears and his arms started to attack anything the little arms could reach. Before the screams could start again, however, the man grabbed one of the little hands and his eyes glowed gold. Strange words slipped from his lips and the little hand heat up. A little rattle replaced the man's hand and the baby shook his new toy. And for the first time in five weeks since the man hand held him in his arms the little boy smiled and laughed.

"You know…" The man started talking as he strapped himself into the front seat, "I know you."

The man grinned and started the engines, "We met a long time ago. You whined a lot back then too. You were names Arthur Pendragon back then. I think I like that name a little more than Oliver Dow." The man chuckled at the stupid name and glanced at the now happy baby in the back seat. "I'll take care off you, Arthur. I'm going to find you somewhere safe. Somewhere that I can keep an eye on you. Be there for you. Hope you don't see me as a father or something." He snorted, "Now that would be perfect. Arthur, now Oliver, Pendragon calling me daddy." The man shuddered at the thought.

"We were great friends you know." He started again after a while of silence. "Two sides of the same coin. At least that's was some daft dragon told me. I'm Merlin by the way."

Merlin met the infant's eyes in the rearview mirror, grinning at the gigging child that looked back at him, "I would give anything and everything to be that way with you again. I hope with every fiber of magic in my immortal body that day will come."