Hey amazing persons! That's my first fanfiction in English (because that's not my first language), so I'm sorry for any error. I'm truly doing my best to write it correctly.

The story begins after the end of the series.

I can warn you Mergana, Arwen and Lancelot x Gwen, and perhaps other ships in the way.

Hope you like it :)

CHAPTER ONE: Starbucks

It had pass more time than he could get track. The last look in Arthur's face was still stuck in his mind. The once and Future King one day would be back... But when?

He was now an old man with a lot to tell but no one to talk to. After a long time of waiting, he felt a weird sensation, the feeling that for him was a warning that Arthur was finally back. He felt it in the end of the 80's and he had searched for him in all the places ever imagined since then. Unfortunately, he didn't succeed.

It was morning and Merlin was walking with fast steps to buy his coffee. He loved to drink a great espresso before keeping with his search for Arthur.

When the lady from Starbucks was giving his change, his heart stopped for a second. In the entrance of the place, he saw two familiar faces that even with the long time gone, he would never forget. No. He still could remember her face perfectly, the sweet smile that she was giving to the gentlemen in front her, the most honor man that he ever met, it all still fresh in his mind.

The coffee in his cup shed. His hands shaking. 'That must be them', he thought. A girl next to him asked him if he was all right. He nodded.

Not looking back, he ran to the couple talking happily. That's it. It's them, but what's the next step?

He stopped in front of them wearing a pair of wide eyes. Probably confused from where that old man came from, they just smiled at him awkwardly.

'I'm sorry sir, are you okay?' she asked, glancing to his shaking hands.

'Yes' he answered 'I'm sorry young lady, but what's your name?'

It was a ridiculous question, he thought. It was she, it had to be, but she would never have the same name of her past life. Mostly because it would be odd if all of them came back with the same name.

'I'm Gwen' she answered sweetly 'And this is my boyfriend, Lancelot. Do you want another coffee? It seems that yours just shed'

He still had the empty cup in his hands. Great, he thought. That would be a great excuse to know more about them.

'Thank you, I would be very thankful' he smiled.

She watched him for a few seconds before get a couple of dollars from her bag.

'Here' she said offering him the money.

'Have yourself some cookies too, it's delicious, I can tell you'.

Lancelot nodded with a smile, and she waved sweetly. Both of them walked away.

Great, they probably thought he was an insane and homeless old man. Indeed he was homeless, but he wasn't insane, even though he acted like one. He had the chance to know more about their new life; the chance to know if they knew Arthur and he blew it.

He needed a plan. Be old, homeless and dirty wasn't the perfect role model to the society. People always looked at him differently everywhere he went. Even though he had met many nice people in his travels, most of the persons hesitated getting closer to him. It wasn't easy to be a homeless old man, it was quite lonely, and he was lonely.

Maybe if he was younger he would have the chance to get closer to them with not much problem, and that's what he did.

The old man took the book he needed from his bag and searched for the spell. It was supposed to only work for a certain time, but for a great sorcerer like him, it could last forever. He didn't need that all though, not when he didn't have anyone to share that youth.

He was now at the back of a huge building. With his hand rested in his chest, he casted the spell with all his strength. Slowly, his hands were turning younger. His back started getting straight. His hair was getting shorter and darker. He was now tall and clumsy again.

The now young man touched his cheeks with a huge smile, and stayed like that for a while.

.

It had been awhile since she had those dreams. The blur image of an old man getting younger in the New York streets felt so real, but at the same time, confusing.

She was now going to meet Gwen and Lancelot at the Starbucks, as they always did before going to work. Gwen told her that a poor confused man had faced her and Lancelot the other day, those type of adventures always happened with Gwen. She laughed. Her best friend always had this effect on her. She's was lucky in have all those amazing persons around her, she had to admit it.

For no good reason, the blur image of the old man came back to her mind. It was a very weird image, actually. She barely could remember the man's face, even worst when he became younger. She didn't understand why she was thinking about that, it was just a stupid dream.

Suddenly, she felt an amount of hot liquid spilling all over her white jacket. In front of her, a dark haired young man looking at her with wide eyes. He didn't apologize, only stood there with a distant look on his face.

'I'm... I'm sorry' he finally said, still looking at her with an odd expression.

'That's okay' she lied, trying to finish any possibility of conversation with that strange man.

He looked over her shoulder, and she turned her back to see what he was looking. Gwen and Lancelot were laughing about the whole situation some meters away from them.

She gave them a sarcastic smile.

'Do you know them?' the clumsy guy asked her.

She gave him a fast glance and nodded.

He looked at her for time enough to make her feel uncomfortable. With her glance down, she could see that his cup was empty and she deeply hoped that he wouldn't need more coffee.

'I think I need another coffee. Perhaps I can buy you one to apologize what I did to you' his last words sounded deep and distant.

Was he aware that he only spilled coffee on her, and not made her drink some sort of poison?

'There's no need, I'm fine. Thank you.'

She walked forwards but he insisted.

'Please, that's the least that I can do'.

She looked deep in his wide blue eyes, and nodded.

Was she getting crazy? What the hell she was doing?

He paid her coffee as he promised even though she insisted that there was no need. When they were walking away from the queue, Gwen and Lancelot finally appeared in front of them.

'Hey Morgana, I see you have a new friend' she smiled a little archly.

Morgana hated when she did those types of things.

'He's only a guy who spilled coffee in my...' but she was cut by him.

'My name is Merlin, it's nice to meet you both'.

Gwen glanced to her friend and then said with enthusiasm:

'You should sit with us, we still have a time before getting to our jobs'.

He nodded with a wide smile.

'I'll kill her', she thought giving her friend a hard glance.

They took their seat. Lancelot quiet, as always, and Gwen never quitting talking.

'So, what do you do for a living?' she asked, enthusiastically.

Morgana was starting to feel bad for the young man, he wasn't used with Gwen's blabbing as she was.

'Right now I'm searching for a job, I passed the last years studying History and Chemistry' he answered, nervously.

'Nice! Morgana also loves History and Chemistry. What a coincidence you guys had met each other in a coffee incident, right?'

He nodded.

Morgana was really getting tired of having Gwen as her cupid.

'Gwen, can I talk to you for a moment?' she asked, giving her friend a hard glance.

They walked until have an enough distance from the table.

'Stop with it' the dark haired woman said firmly.

'What? He seems so nice!' Gwen said

'How do you know? We don't even know him. What if he's some sort of psychopath with a knife?'

Her friend gave her a 'really?' glance.

'Look, Morgana, I know that you don't think he's a psychopath, and I know that you're just scare to give him a chance'

Gwen sighed and took her hand gently in hers gently.

'Not every man in this world will break your heart, and I truly think that you deserve a second chance.'

Morgana's last relationship didn't have a happy ending, and she didn't want to feel that all over again.

She looked to the smiling guy talking to Lancelot; he seemed nice, very weird, but nice. Something in him seemed familiar, she didn't know actually what. Maybe the eyes…

'He's quite cute, isn't he?' asked Gwen bringing her back to the reality.

'You know that that's not the point here' Morgana said.

Her friend laughed and walked towards their table. Morgana followed her.

'I was thinking...' said Gwen while sitting 'Morgana's brother is searching for an assistant; I imagine that it is not your dream job, but perhaps...'

'I accept it' he said quickly 'I mean, I can try. I got bills to pay, by the way.'

Gwen smiled satisfied, while Lancelot did the same.

Now she wanted to kill all of them. If the clumsy guy started to work to her brother, she would see him every day, and Gwen would not give up until they got married and have cute dark haired babies. Gwen really scared her sometimes.

'I'm sorry, but what's the name of my, hopefully, future boss?' he asked, some sort of hope in his words.

'Arthur' she answered 'Arthur Evans'.

The man froze. He swallowed and Morgana could swear his hands were shaking.

'Okay, so when can I talk to him about the job? He must be a very busy man' he asked while smiling nervously.

Morgana laughed.

'Sure, very busy' she said sarcastically.

'Perhaps you can talk to Arthur about Merlin, and even introduce him to your brother' said Gwen.

'I can't, he must be very busy' this time, Lancelot was the laughing.

He was one of her brother's best friends. He knew that Arthur didn't actually care about the family's business. He only didn't sell his part of the company in memory of their father, who always wanted to see him as a successful business man. Arthur indeed could be truly successful. She knew her brother, he was a leader, and she always thought that; but he also was insecure and inconsequent. He used to make the wrong choice, like ask Agravaine, his uncle (yes, they were only half siblings, but she didn't care) to take care of the company for him.

She always heard the employees talking about his past; he used to steal a certain percentage of the company's profits. She didn't trust him, she told that to her brother but he didn't want to listen, he never listened when he was blind. He was certain that that was the right thing to do because Agravaine had more experience.

'She's only joking Merlin, she will get this job for you.' Gwen glanced to her wristwatch 'Actually, she will do that right now'.

'Pardon?' asked Morgana.

Her friend didn't answer, just took her bag and stood up saying:

'Come on Merlin, or we'll get late'

The young man looked at her nervously. Gwen was making not only her feel awkward, but the poor guy too. Perhaps she should help him, even if that would mean no peace to her.

She stood up and he did the same, and they followed Lancelot and Gwen to the outside of the place.