"Merlin...help me..."

The young warlock awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright, shivering in the cool air. A full moon shone through the window, spilling light onto the bed. Aside from a dog barking somewhere in the darkness, all was silent. Uneasily he sank back against the pillow, already half asleep.

"Help...Merlin...Please!"

He shot out of bed, now completely awake. That voice, he hadn't heard it in over a year. It was the voice of Morgana Pendragon.

With that realisation came a surge of fear. How could she be here, in Camelot, in his room?

Mind muddled by sleep, it took Merlin several seconds to realise that she simply couldn't. She was, after all, dead.

"Merlin..."

And yet there was the evidence that seemed to suggest the exact opposite. It seemed, for all intents and purposes, like Morgana was very much alive, and was trying to talk to him.

Feeling both dazed and confused, Merlin stumbled through the door that seperated his room from the rest of the physicans chambers. Despite the lateness of the hour, Gaius was still sat up, poring over some ancient text, squinting slightly in the candlelight. Without looking up, he asked

"Is everything alright?"

Wordlessly, Merlin made his way across the room, clutching his head in one hand, before slumping into the chair opposite Gaius.

"I don't know..."

Only then did Gaius look up, concern etched into his aged features.

"Merlin. What's wrong?"

"It's Morgana" he blurted out suddenly. "It's like I can hear her. In here." Merlin tapped his skull, badly diguised fear apparent in his eyes.

"But she's dead!" Gaius replied incredulously.

"I know. But somehow, she's talking to me. Asking me for help."

The evnts of the last few months played through Gaius' mind and, quelling the desire to ask a multitude of questions, he stood, returning to the table with a bottle of blue liquid.

"Well we can't do anything about it now. It's best if we wait until morning. Drink this," he instructed, "It will help you to sleep."

Merlin glanced at Gaius, then sighed and took the botle, downing its contents in a single gulp, the affects of which were already making him feel pleasantly sleepy.

"Now back to bed."

Amiably, Merlin stood and lurched back up to his room. When he was halfway up the steps, Gaius called

"And Merlin,"

The magican turned around

"Don't worry. We'll sort it in the morning."