Another Merlin fic. Sigh, I've become obsessed with another show. Anyways, I don't own Merlin, that's BBC's job. [jealous] This will be another rated M fic in my collection, so be warned there will be male sex, violence, and spousal abuse. If you can't read this kind of stuff, than stop and turn around. Anyone else, is welcome of course and I would love reviews.

Until Next Time

~Reiya

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Let Me Be Your Magic

Chapter 1.

Merlin. "Merlin!" He winced at the loud voice that was yelling in his ear.

"What?" He finally asked. Why was Morgana yelling at him anyways? For that matter, when had she gotten here?

"Oh, now you reply. I was trying to say that you need to get out of this apartment." She said in an annoyed voice. "Geez, what's wrong with your ears?"

"Why do I need to get out of this apartment. I just got here like…" he looked at the clock, "an hour ago…has it only been an hour?" he was really confused. It had felt like he'd been laying there for at least most of the night.

"See that's your problem. You sit in the dark in your bed, and you just lose all track of time. You need to get out. Get some fresh air, loosen up. You can't always be a baking hermit." She smiled at the joke.

"She's right Merlin. You need to get out at least for a few hours that doesn't involve work." Gwen, Guinevere, one of the people he worked with and another close friend, pushed off of the wall she had been leaning against.

"Come on Merlin. There's a new club that just opened up and is said to be the best around. And.." She paused dramatically, "they have a full bar, so if you really just want to forget than you can get drunk." She knew it was a dirty trick, but he really need to get out. After two weeks of nothing, but working at the bakery and than coming home was slowly wearing away at him. He was even paler than he used to be and had huge shadows under his eyes. His face looked sunken which made his sharp cheek bones stick out even more.

His eyes seemed to light up at the mention of a full bar. She had him, and with Lance working the bar, she knew he would only be able to get so drunk before Lance stopped him from over doing it. "I guess, for a few hours, it wouldn't hurt. It's just…" He stopped unsure of how to phrase his next sentence.

"What now?" Morgana asked, exasperated that he would have another excuse to throw out at them.

"It's just that, I don't think anything I have is right for clubbing." He finally smiled, it made him look a lot healthier.

They stood in front of the club, the taxi they had come in driving off. "So how did you find out about this place?" Merlin asked. He wasn't sure if this had been a good idea. He felt more exposed than usual in this outfit that they had thrown together for him. He didn't even remember ever buying any of these items to begin with. When had he ever needed a long sleeved fish net shirt, or arm warmers made of dark blue pleather that laced up the side of his arm.

He shook his head, not even wanting to know when Morgana had slipped them into his apartment. 'She must have had another dream,' he thought to himself if these were any proof of that.

"Oh, actually, Lance works here as the bartender and I know the family who owns the place." He turned to glare at her and saw a sheepish smile. He should of known that there would be a catch to his full bar idea. With Lance watching over him, he wouldn't be able to get as drunk as he wanted to.

"Morgana…" he said lowly.

"Merlin, we brought you here to enjoy yourself. So enjoy yourself. It's for your own good." The way she said that had him looking at her again, but her eyes were guarded. No help or clues from that department. So it really must have been a prophetic dream.

"Fine." He growled, but let it drop. It was no use backing out now, but at least he could get some what drunk.

"Oh, look, there's Lance." She waved to him and he waved back, striding over to them. "Morgana." He kissed her on the lips. Finished with that he smiled at Gwen than looked at Merlin. "It's good to see you out of that apartment of yours for a while." He smiled at him. Even with the threat of a limit on his alcohol, he couldn't hate Lancelot. Morgana had him twisted around her little finger, like most people.

"Shall we go in?" Gwen asked, looking at them from the side. Lance nodded and guided them inside, past the long line that was already forming.

Morgana grabbed Merlin's arm and dragged him along before he could slink off to hide in a corner. She turned a knowing smile on him, and he just glared back. So much for plan A, on to plan B: getting as drunk as possible before Lance could stop him.

Leaning against the bar with the others, he watched as Lancelot went to work behind the bar, gathering all the ingredients he would need for each of their drinks. He gave a sigh when his was finally set in front of him, a three two mixture of orange juice and vodka. It was always the first thing he had when he went to a bar, no matter what the situation.

Taking a large gulp of it, he winced at the sting, but smiled when Lance looked his way. The man always knew what he wanted when it came to drinks.

He'd been standing there for a few minutes when he felt eyes boring into his back. He knew what that meant. Turning slowly, he saw Morgana and Gwen watching. "Oh, Merlin…" She smiled sweetly. 'Uh-oh.' He thought to himself. He took a step back, but when he did, his arm bumped into his now empty glass, sending it falling onto the floor to shatter into many pieces.

"Oh, Lance, I'm sorry. Here let me help you with that." He said, thankful to be out of being dragged onto the dance floor. Bending down, he cleaned up the glass shards and pieces of ice, brushing it into a dust pan. "Here." He handed it over to Lance who was looking over his shoulder at something that made him smile.

"Um…Merlin." He pointed behind him.

"Merlin Emrys!" He turned and saw Morgana and Gwen still waiting on him, 'Shit!' The thought rang through his head.

"N-now Morgana, there's no need to do this." He tried to back up again, but was up against the bar. They both reached forward and grabbed one arm each, pulling him forward. He looked over his shoulder at Lancelot, "Please Lance, help me." He knew it wouldn't work.

"Sorry Merlin. Have fun." He smiled at him. "I'll relieve you when I get my break."

"Wait." They ignored his cry as they dragged him onto the dance floor. They wouldn't even have been able to hear him over the loud music screaming from the surround sound speakers.

"Poor, guy. He lost the moment they had their hands on him." Lancelot looked over at the tall blue eyed blond who leaned against the bar, looking after the retreating group.

"Oh, hey Arthur. It's for his own good anyway. He needs to get out more." He started to wipe down the counter, cleaning up some alcohol someone had spilt.

"I've got a question." He said, looking at the dark haired man in front of him. Lancelot knew what was coming, but knew he had to say it. Arthur was his boss after all. And he knew the man had seen it, nothing could have hid it.

"Your wondering about Merlin's back aren't you? The bruises I mean." Merlin also had a small pentagram tattooed on his lower back, but tattoos were a normal thing to see. Arthur nodded. "I can't say too much about it, I promised him that. All I can say is that he got into some trouble a few weeks ago, and finally got out of it." He knew he was lying, but he had promised.

"His last name sounds familiar, but I can't place it." Lance could answer this one truthfully at least.

"Your thinking of Emrys Bakery. His mother owns the place. He's been helping her out there recently after she got sick. They have really good pastries." He said, his mouth watered at the thought of the baked goods.

"Would you like a napkin to wipe the drool off of your chin?" Arthur asked him and he smiled sheepishly. They were his weak point, a fact that Morgana liked to exploit.

"No, I'm good." He smiled at him, but continued to clean up the bar.

"I wondered why he smelled like…well a bakery, but that certainly explains a lot." He commented. Lancelot just nodded and went to serve someone further down the bar's counter. He'd seen that look in Arthur's eyes before, but he hoped that he would take it slow with Merlin. He didn't know how much Merlin had healed from his last brush with a relationship and he didn't want to see him hurt like that again.

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BUMBUMBUMMMMMMM! [Suspenseful music sounding] The first chapter of my new, long Merlin fic is now done. So here's what we know so far: 1) Merlin is moping and hiding in his apartment unless he goes to work, that is. 2) Hunith is sick and Merlin is working in her bakery to help out. This will play into the plot some how, though not sure yet how. Though how could sweet yummy things not be a good thing? Anyways… 3.) Arthur seems to be interested in Merlin, though I'm sure you all saw this coming since I said it was. And finally…4.) Something really bad has happened to Merlin, relationship wise that has hurt him badly, both emotionally and physically. I will go into more detail on this later on, but for now this is all you know, but I'm sure you can guess what happened if you use a little imagination and common sense.

I hope you enjoyed this first chapter and will look forward to the next, when ever I get around to putting it up.

P.S. Merlin does have magic, just hasn't shown it yet, if any were wondering about that little piece of info. Forgot to mention it earlier.

Until Next Time

~Reiya