Title: Chasing Merlin

Summary: Morgana can't seem to shake her sudden obsession with Merlin. When it becomes too much, she recruits Arthur and Gwen's help in chasing after the manservant.

A/N: This one is for Jd-dox who gave me the idea to write this. Anyway, this fic will either be a 2-shot, or 3-shot. I'm not really sure at the moment. But Thanks again! Anyway, reviews are greatly appreciated just so you know! And this may or may not be Rated M for later.

-McDiggin'It

Chapter One:

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Morgana is a woman of high class and stature. She is a noble woman. A woman of sense. She is a smart woman. She is a respectful woman. She is a woman who values herself. She is a woman who is fair and just. She is a lady… So why is she having this issue? Why is she being tortured so horribly? Why is she being punished? Surely there's an explanation to this madness!

Morgana is seen by her servant, sitting at the dining table with Arthur and Uther, and glaring daggers at her plate of untouched food. Gwen glances up towards the King and Prince, wondering if they've noticed, but as it seems, they're conversing about battle strategies, so they clearly haven't.

Leaning down beside her mistress, she asks softly, "Are you feeling okay?"

Morgana blinks rapidly, her thoughts bouncing around her head as she looks at her maidservant and nods. "Just not very hungry tonight." Oh, she's hungry alright… just not for food. Right now, her hunger is bubbling forth, near bursting point as her eyes glide over the attendees of the room.

They glide over the people in the room, passing over Uther and his servant, Arthur, and finally coming to rest on the object of her torturous, risqué thoughts. She swallows hard, her mouth suddenly going dry, and she reaches a little too quickly for her goblet. Her hand ends up knocking over the goblet, drawing all eyes in the room to her. She clears her throat as Gwen hurries forward with a washcloth to mop up the contents of her goblet.

"Morgana?" Uther asks from his side of the table. "Are you feeling alright? You look a bit... pale."

Morgana is quick to nod, her eyes avoiding everyone's as she quickly grabs her fork and begins shoveling food into her mouth.

Arthur gives her a suspicious look and glances at his manservant. "Merlin, be a good servant and fetch Morgana another goblet of-"

"No!" Morgana cuts in quickly. All eyes turn to her once again, curious at her outburst. "Err, I mean..." she picks up the goblet she knocked over and holds it up. "This one is fine." She turns to Gwen, smiling stiffly, "Gwen, would you please fill this up for me?"

Gwen does as she's told, still giving her worried glances.

By the time dinner is over, Morgana is beyond ready to bolt. She kisses Uther's cheek quickly, curtsies towards Arthur, careful to avoid anyone else's gaze, and then practically sprints out of the room.

Arthur stares after her as he leaves the room with his manservant as well. He turns quickly, giving Merlin a questioning gaze. "Merlin, did you notice anything... weird about Morgana tonight?"

Merlin quirks an eyebrow at him. "Not really, why?"

Arthur narrows his eyes at the manservant. "Really? You didn't notice how jumpy she seemed all evening?"

Merlin shrugs and looks down the corridor. Morgana has long since disappeared from sight. "Well, she did look a bit out of sorts tonight, but I reckon it's a side effect of her nightmares."

Arthur nods in thought, looking down the corridor again. "Yes. Ask Gaius for another sleep draught for her tonight."

Merlin nods, "Is there anything else you need before I go? You don't still need me to change your attire for you, do you?"

Arthur rolls his eyes as he begins to walk away. "No, Merlin. I think I can change myself without your help for tonight."

Merlin smirks, not able to resist mocking the prince once more. "You sure, sire? I can tuck you in and-"

"Merlin!" Arthur cuts him off with a glare, hand already outstretched with the intention of smacking his manservant behind the head, but Merlin is already ducking, making a run down the corridor.

"Goodnight, sire!" Merlin calls over his shoulder, a cheeky grin planted firmly on his face. "See you tomorrow!"

"You're mucking out my stables, tomorrow!"

Merlin laughs as he continues towards his and Gaius' chambers. When he arrives, Gaius is just about to leave to make his evening rounds around the castle, and he quickly lets him know that Morgana is in need of her sleeping draught.

"Ah, yes." Gaius nods, pulling up a small vial from his chest of potions. "Gwen told me that she's been having dreams again, although she suspects they aren't bad."

Merlin looks confusedly at Gaius. "If they're not bad dreams then they aren't really nightmares, are they?"

"I suppose not." Gaius shrugs. "But she is still losing sleep. It seems she tries to stay awake to avoid the dreams… whatever the dreams may be."

Merlin nods, "So maybe you should give her something to get her to fall asleep."

"Way ahead of you, my boy." Gaius chuckles as he hands the vial to Merlin. "I've mixed in a touch of sleeping potion with her usual draught. Now be a good lad and run this up to the Lady Morgana's chambers."

Merlin groans, giving Gaius an exasperated look. "But I just got here!"

Gaius raises an eyebrow at his ward. "And?"

Merlin blinks, "And I… wanted to clean my room!"

Gaius cracks up laughing at that, shaking his head as he picks up his chest of potions. "Merlin, I'll believe you wish to clean your room when you actually do it… I fear I may pass before that ever happens." with that, he leaves, Merlin still standing there with a pout on his face.

Morgana paces back and forth in front of her bed, muttering under her breath. There has to be a way to get rid of this, whatever this is. There has to be a way to get him out of her head. Out of her heart and her dreams. Its not fair! How is it that she can't sleep, eat, bathe, change, or even think without him popping up in her mind, but he gets to walk around the bloody castle without a single care in the world? How is she supposed to survive when all she thinks about, is him. Every single part of her body and soul is consumed by him and they haven't even spoken more than a few sentences to each other. Its bloody ridiculous! And it all started because of his stupid little sexy grins and his deep blue eyes staring into the pits of her soul whenever she makes eye contact with him during feasts, dinners, or when she runs into him in random places. She thinks she should talk about it with Gwen, but she's not exactly sure how she's supposed to tell her, that she's been having wildly inappropriate thoughts and dreams about Merlin.

A knock at her door pulls her from her musings and she quickly checks that she's decent. She's in her sleeping gown, but she doubts it'll matter to whoever is out there. Besides, she doesn't have the time or patience to change right now. She makes her way to the door, slowly pulling it open, and "Oh for heavens sake!" She groans loudly.

Merlin gives her a sheepishly confused look. "Pardon, milady?"

She avoids his eyes, her flimsy sleeping gown suddenly feeling very hot and tight against her skin. "What do you want, Merlin?" She asks exasperatedly. Seriously, what kind of torture is this? Are the gods angry at me or something?! Her question seemingly comes out a little harsher than she expected, and her heart literally sinks as a look of uncertainty and hurt crosses over the handsome manservants face.

"Forgive me for disturbing you, milady." Merlin says ever so politely with a slight bow of his head. "Gaius sent me to deliver you your sleeping draught." He holds up the little bottle in his hand and gives her another heart wrenchingly apologetic smile.

Morgana immediately feels bad as she wordlessly takes the bottle from him and inspects its contents through the clear glass.

"Goodnight, Morgana."

Morgana's head snaps up to look at him again, her heart doing a double back flip and missing the landing by a mile and half at the way he said her name. She opens her mouth to apologize for her rudeness, but he's already turning around and quickly running back down the stairs.

She makes a split second decision and quickly runs after him, "Merlin, wait!"

He stops, turning to give her a curious look. "Yes, milady?"

"I- I'm sorry."

"What for?"

She bites her lip, not sure what to say. Oh, you know I'm just trying not to molest you whenever I see you and that's why I'm acting weird and flustered and rude. Right, like that's not going to make him run away screaming. Instead, she offers a kind smile. A genuine one. She's always at her best when he's around, and she doesn't even have to try! He just seems to bring out the good and best side of her. Her thoughts run wild again as she admires his sharp, chiseled cheekbones, soft looking lips, deep blue eyes, long dark lashes, and-.

"Milady?"

Morgana blinks several times, then gasps as her emerald eyes widen. Somehow, through her Merlin-induced daze, her legs grew a brain of their own and moved of their own accord so she's standing directly in front of him, her body leaned up on the tips of her toes and her pink lips merely inches from his chin. Her heart is screaming at her to just lean up a few more inches and lay one on him already like she's been desperately wanting to do for the past couple of weeks. But her brain, the logical part at least, is chastising her and yelling at her to pull her head out of the clouds and take a step back... and Merlin is staring at her with wide eyes, probably wondering what in gods name she's doing! "I- I want..." she trails off, her body, soul, brain, and heart having an all out brawl over her emotions.

"Want?" Merlin chimes in warily as he leans back on his heels. "I mean... what is it you want, milady?"

Is it just me, or does he sound nervous? She wonders. "I want you!" She gasps, eyes widening further as she slaps a hand over her mouth. Merlin's eyes widen further as well, and though the look should've been funny to her, it only made her want to kiss him even more... actually, forget a kiss. She wants to snog the everloving sexiness out of him if only so her aching body could take a break from this torture, this longing, this obsession.

"Surely I misheard that." Merlin wonders aloud, a hard frown setting on his perfect lips.

Morgana finally snaps out of her thoughts again and blushes at her outburst. "I meant I want you, Merlin... to thank Gaius for making the potion for me."

Merlin visibly relaxes and gives her a smile and a nod. "Right."

God, how could he make such a simple gesture look so bloody sexy?! It's not fair! She wants to scream. "And thank you as well, for delivering the potion, Merlin." Her lips tremble at his name.

"Of course, milady. It's my pleasure." He bows his head again and then looks questioningly at her. "Is there anything else you'd like before you retire for the night?"

Oh dear god, I want you to have your sexy ways with me, right here and now! she wants to say, but instead, she shakes her head. "No, that's all, Merlin. Thank you."

"You're welcome." As he leaves, Morgana watches him silently. She's never been so aroused in all her life, and they were only talking!

She groans as she heads back to her chambers, closing the door behind her and then leaning against it, resting the back of her head against the firm wood. She just knows she's not getting much sleep tonight again. Not when thoughts of Merlin are running wildly around her head.

She downs the contents of the potion in her hands before slowly making her way to bed. A little nap should help, and then perhaps a cold bath in the morning when she wakes up because lord knows what kind of erotic dream she's going to have of Merlin. She's going to need all the cold water she can get, and then she's going to need to recruit some help.

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A/N: Chapter 2 will be up in a few! Stay tuned and thanks for reading! Also, please review and let me know if you think this fic should end in pure fluff or dirty smut! :) Jd-dox, hope you liked this first chapter :)

-McDiggin'It