Hello ;)

in my opinion the song "Coming Home" by Diddy Dirty Money fits perfectly onto Morgana and that's why I started writing this story from the first point. It'll be Morgana/Merlin a little bit and if there are any grammar/spelling mistakes then I am sorry. My English isn't perfect yet I keep trying.

A lot of reviews would be nice as I am not certain how to end this story so a few suggestions would be quite nice.

Lots of Love and enjoy reading

Bea

I'm Coming Home

Morgana LeFay sat down on the cold stone and stared out the window of the old castle which once belonged to the ancient kings of Camelot. Since her, Morgause and their immortal army had been defeated in Camelot over five years ago she hadn't dared to place another foot onto the ground of King Uther Pendragon. She hated him with her entire heart. He would have killed her without even thinking about it. The woman shivered at the thought of her father. Her head turned around a little bit so she would face the chimney across the room and her eyes shined golden for mere seconds until high flames burst out of nowhere.

Morgana sighed. Magic. Sorcery. Witchcraft. So many ways to name something that would cause the death sentence above her. She looked at the small shimmering stone in her hand. It had belonged to Morgause, her sister. The only person who had truly understood her. The only person who had cared for her feelings, who had treated her right. Though Morgana had thought that there was another one … someone who had cared for her in a different way than Morgause …

She banished the upcoming thoughts of a dark haired boy with pale skin immediately from her mind. He had tried to kill her. She had to hate him. She had to finally banish those pictures from her mind.

The last time she had seen him Morgause had lain dead in her arms. She hadn't had any idea how he had killed her. Morgause who always had been the strong one of the two of them; the one with the plans and the ideas how to bring down Uther, Morgana's father. Morgana stood up and walked through the room until she was feet away from the fireplace. The warmth of the flames tickled her skin and she ran her fingers through her long curls. Since years she hadn't seen anybody apart from the visions she allowed herself to see in the small lake nearby. Visions of Camelot, her old friends who betrayed her without even thinking; Gwen, Merlin, Arthur, Leon. All of them. They were laughing, living her life and her- Morgana- was sitting in some old castle waiting for a change in her life.

She hated her life or what was left of it. No one cared for her. No one would ever dare to come near her again. The castle was in the very north of the country of Uther Pendragon. Though she loathed Uther and everything in touch with him so much she couldn't help but to miss Camelot, at the very least it had been her home for most of her life.

Morgana paced back and forth in front of the fire until she picked up her red coat and disappeared out of the room, heading down to the lake. The quiet surface lay in front of her and she hesitated. She didn't want to destroy the peace but the urge to see her old friends was too strong. Under her breath she mumbled the words Morgause had taught her and the water started to shimmer until a picture was visible.

Morgana heard the loud sounds of Camelot and had to smile. Home.

Merlin closed the door behind Arthur's chambers and sighed. "Merlin." The clear, female voice made him look up. "Gwen!" He said with a small smile appearing on his lips. "What can I do for you?"

Gwen blushed a little bit and pointed at the door behind the dark haired boy with the big ears. "Uh …"

Merlin chuckled. "Have fun." He simply said and quickly walked down the hallway. He bent left, feeling that he was being watched. He hurried and was breathless as he finally reached one of the towers, stepping out into the fresh air. The stars were shining and so was the full moon above the majestic castle of Camelot. In a few days Arthur would be crowned king. Uther had reigned long enough and it was time for a new area and Merlin was willing to welcome it. Then he would have finally fulfilled his destiny. But right now his thoughts were somewhere different. They were with his observer. He looked into the stars and he hoped that she would see the regret in his eyes. The regret he felt for over six years now.

Morgana looked into those two blue eyes and she felt her own burn with tears. Quickly she wiped them away and the picture vanished immediately as she turned away from it. She couldn't help but look at the silent lake once more, imagining Merlin's face onto the dark surface. Only the full moon light up the area and gave the surrounding hills a mystic glance.

A cold wind made Morgana pull her coat closer around her body and head back inside the castle though it wasn't much warmer in there. She hissed as she reached the three chambers she had lived in the last few years. With a frustrated groan she slammed the coat away into a corner and sat down on the bed under the window.

She hated Merlin. With all her heart she hated him for being so intriguing. So friendly and nice to everybody. For understanding her … for killing her, dammit. He had tried to kill her and here she sat thinking about him in a way no one should think about the person who had tried to murder him.

The days passed slowly at the castle placed in the hills. Morgana walked through the wilderness of the nature around her. For the first time she experienced the place she lived truly. Her thoughts weren't clouded from hatred. They were free.

One evening she headed down to the lake again, drawn there by her desire to see them again. She spoke the words and immediately the pictures were shown. Morgana hesitated. There was a feast. She heard the music and the laughter and concentrated on Arthur as he would be in the middle of it. He definitely was this time.

Morgana's mouth fell open as she recognized the crown on Arthur's head. It wasn't the one of the crown prince but the one Uther used to wear. They had finally crowned him king of Camelot. There was Gwen besides him, smiling and talking with another dark skinned man in the dress code of a knight. Behind them was Sir Leon, his big body shook because of laughter just like Gwaine's who was standing next to him. Lancelot was talking with Merlin who shot a glance into Arthur's direction every now and then. Morgana could tell that he was proud of his friend. And there was Uther, smiling proudly at his son. Arthur himself was beaming. His hands in Gwen's and his eyes wandering over his people as he was sitting on the throne.

Suddenly Morgana felt the urge to go there. To go back. Of all them Arthur never had betrayed her. To be honest with herself she had betrayed him. She had betrayed her brother, the loyal friend he had been since she had become Uther's ward.

Morgana hesitated. She knew that she wouldn't be welcome by any of them. Neither Arthur nor Merlin and least of all Uther. Since years she hadn't tried to destroy their lives. It was time to go back. It was time to stand up for what she had done to her friends.

Merlin had apologized to her after her return. Now it was her turn to do so. He had been the one standing by her side as she had discovered her powers. Yet there still was Uther who would kill her. Maybe Arthur was the same. Maybe he hated sorcery just as much as their father. It would be suicide to enter Camelot then.

Morgana sat down and stared at the water, enjoying the view of the feast and wishing to be there.

Time flew by and soon it was time to go to bed. Slowly the guests left the feast and Morgana had to force herself to stay awake. The knights disappeared and after a while so did Uther. At the very end Merlin and Arthur were left.

"I am feeling exhausted, Merlin." Arthur said while they walked down the hallway to Arthur's chambers.

Merlin smiled. "You should. It's been a long day. Should I make you a warm bath or do you want to be alone?" The smile grew wider because they both knew that alone meant being alone with Gwen.

"I want to talk to you, Merlin." Arthur said in a stern voice and pushed the door closed behind them. "Sit down."

With a confused look plastered onto his face Merlin sat down in one of the chairs next to the chimney. Arthur took the other one and they stared into the fire for a while. "Merlin … I've known you for years now. Today is the day I became king and I want to ask you something." Merlin straightened up and so did Morgana. "You always have been loyal to me though I treated you wrong so many times. You know me better than anybody else- even better than Guinevere. And I know that there are things you don't want to tell me but -I am just saying this once- I am begging you to tell them."

Merlin gulped and his eyes wandered up to the ceiling as if he knew that Morgana was watching. "Milord … Arthur … your majesty … I … I'll call you Arthur nonetheless." Arthur laughed. "I didn't expect anything else from an idiot like you." Merlin cocked his eyebrows. "Prat …" He mumbled chuckling before his face turned serious again. "There's something I never could tell you because your father was the king of Camelot but now you are and I hope that you'll change some things."

"Whatever it is that may complicate your stay in Camelot I will remove it." Arthur assured and Merlin breathed in deeply. "I'm a … sorcerer."

There was silence. Between Arthur and Merlin as well as with Morgana. She had stopped breathing and stared at the scenery. Merlin … a sorcerer? There was no way this was true! He could never hide it before Uther! So close and yet … She remembered how he had told her that he understood her. She hadn't believed him but he had told the truth. He had wanted to help her with her powers and with using them for harm she had pushed his help away.

A single tear ran down Morgana's cheek and dropped into the picture of a speechless Arthur and a terrified Merlin. It disappeared and Morgana stood up. She pulled the coat closer to her body. She would go to Camelot. She would help Merlin just as he had helped her. If he was going to be killed because of using magic for good then they should kill her first. She was the one who brought harm over Camelot by using it against the king.

Morgana looked around for something to be there faster. Then a spell Morgause had often used popped into her mind and Morgana used it, speaking the syllables quickly. Her vision blurred and she felt some kind of pressure on her body, yet she kept her eyes open until everything was clear again. She was in the lower market of the town, looking around the sleeping city. There were some scratching sounds every now and then but the surrounding houses kept quiet. No one had recognized the come back of the most hatred person of Camelot.

Morgana pulled the hood over her head and headed towards the castle. She passed two guards without being held back. Probably they were sleeping. Morgana had to chuckle. Those guards were so young and probably tired of chasing girls the entire day.

As she went through the last gate she stopped walking. She was home.

"Show yourself!" A voice she knew too well said from behind. The last time she had faced the man behind her he had been neglecting to swear loyalty to his new queen. Morgana let the hood drop and faced Sir Leon. "Morgana …" He breathed heavily and was about to let down his sword as he remembered what she had done. "I think I'll have to arrest you." He said instead and stepped closer to her.

"It's good to see you again, Sir Leon." Morgana said while he took her hands behind her back. He was gently. Nothing reminded her off how she had treated him. "I hope you'll accept my apologies." She whispered while they walked up the stairs. "I am sorry for what I've done."

Sir Leon didn't answer. He guided the lady up to the hall where Arthur used to have his meetings of the round table. The table was standing in the middle and Leon forced Morgana to sit down. He ordered one of the guards to send for King Arthur and Merlin.

Morgana waited patiently. She didn't worry anymore yet her anxiety grew with every moment that passed. Sir Leon had turned her back towards her and looked out of the window. His back faced the doors as well and as he heard them being opened he spun around.

"Leon, what is it? I was about to go to b…" Arthur stopped talking and stared at the dark haired woman in the dirty, destroyed dress. Her tired eyes looked at him. There was something like regret, fear and sorrow in her expression. "Morgana … how do you dare to …?"

But Morgana didn't answer him. She stood up and her eyes wandered to Merlin. He smiled a little bit and she knew that he had known he had being watched regularly. "Welcome home, Morgana." A voice in her head said and Merlin bowed his head a little bit.