Author's Note: This is the first standalone story in The Camelot Agency series that was started in my fic 5 Times Merlin Was Too Late & the 1 Time He Wasn't (read that or this won't make mush sense). I've had this floating around since I finished that but real life kicked my ass for a bit so it's just getting from my brain to the computer now. I think this will be ~5 chapters maybe but I am going to try and get a fluffy little Valentine's Day fic up before Monday so this one might not get updated until after that. Hope you like it, as always constructive criticism is appreciated, and all mistakes are mine.

Spoilers: Everything that's been aired but only because I hint at the end of Series 3.

Pairings: Gwen/LJ (Lancelot), Morgana/Leon, light Arthur/Merlin (but if you hate that this series is headed in that direction so don't say I didn't warn you)

Disclaimer: Not mine :(

Gwen and LJ (Lancelot)

The couple had been enjoying a quiet evening in with takeout and a movie. Gwen had won first pick of the DVDs, she normally did, so LJ was suffering through her latest chick flick obsession. The complaints were mostly for show, after five years of marriage, the man had developed an appreciation for the romantic comedy genre though it would be like pulling teeth to get him to admit it. Mostly he spent the duration of the film thinking about how lucky he was to have found the woman curled up to his side. It was almost as if they were made for each other. An admitted romantic, LJ still wouldn't cop to believing in anything like soul mates, but if he did, he and his wife would definitely qualify.

He was contemplating getting a bit frisky with Gwen, he could get away with it sometimes if they had seen the movie before, when the blinding headaches made them both double over in pain. Lifetimes crashed into each other as waves of memories overtook them both. History had been kind to the sweet lovers, their lives were intertwined in almost every incarnation, and happily ever after was the rule rather than the exception when it came to them. They had escaped the violent deaths their king was forced to endure, often dying in each other's arms like romantic cliches, surrounded by chubby, cherubic grandchildren who would fondly remember their beloved grandparents.

As the flashbacks slowed and their headaches receded the two held each other, mourning the loss of the kingdom they just began to remember. After frantic texts to Arthur, who'd have thought all those jokes about him being the old king had been spot on, went unanswered they figured he was dealing with the memories in his own way. Neither knew exactly how or why their memories had returned, just knowing instinctively that this was the first and only time they were to be given this chance.

The two moved apart slightly to sit quietly side by side, their entwined hands the only connection in the silent room as they struggled to grasp the magnitude of their places in history. Emotions roiled under the surface but the couple had never been the type to dwell on the negative. Their thoughts echoed each other even as they separately came to the same conclusion.

Gwen broke the silence first, "Merlin. It had to be, I mean if we were reincarnated he had to have been too. He was so powerful, maybe he did this?"

Hope shined in her eyes, the servant turned court sorcerer had been her best friend and the possibility that he as well as the others they had already met in this lifetime were going to be reunited made the perpetually cheerful Gwen smile brighter than her husband had ever seen.

"Maybe," LJ, he needed to apologize to his parents for the grief he'd given them over his name, looked fondly at his wife, his voice husky with the combination of grief and joy associated with the craziness of the last hour. All those jokes about how much of a coincidence their names were and it ended up being real. He thought that they were both handling the revelation that they were the reincarnations of the Queen of Camelot and her Loyal Knight rather well, at least no one had run outside screaming or anything.

Gwen had turned at the sound of his voice, her eyes shining as she took in her beloved husband. As he leaned into her their friends were forgotten for the time being, and they fell together, celebrating the love that had bound them through the ages. Reunions could wait until the morning, tonight was theirs.

George (Gaius) and Gregory

The two old friends were in a bar when the memories hit. Luckily, they had grabbed an out-of-the-way booth and the other patrons paid no notice to the regulars who quietly grabbed their heads in pain. Whether it was their age or simply their personalities, the men adjusted quickly to the wave of memories. A silent toast to the fallen Camelot was drunk and then the beer flowed as lifetimes were recounted.

Less tied to the heart of the legend, these two had much more variation in their pasts, but their career paths never seemed to stray too far from their original lives. Gaius was always a teacher in some capacity and Gregory could not be separated from his books, generally showing up as a librarian or in some cases a monk.

The two men had texted Arthur but after receiving no reply they were quite content to let the matter of the others rest until the morning, and bid each other warm and drunken good nights. Both chuckled as they returned to their respective homes, thinking of what the next morning's staff meeting at the Camelot Agency would be like with everyone now aware of their past selves. George thought that maybe he could actually be bothered to show up to the meeting, just to see the chaos.

Leon

Having been kicked out of Morgana's bed a little after dinner time, Leon had headed to the bar with some of his friends for a bite to eat before returning home. Back in his flat, he settled into the couch to watch some crap television, one eye on his phone waiting to see if his moody girlfriend would forgive him so he didn't have to go to sleep alone tonight. His mouth had gotten him into trouble, and not the good kind of trouble, with his lady earlier, which prompted her to banish him from her flat for the night. She may mock her stepbrother for his pompousness at times, but she could bring the royal ice just as well as the youngest Pendragon.

Speaking of Arthur, it was his fault Leon was digesting greasy pub food in a dark flat instead of take out in Morgana's posh place. Leon and Arthur were friends, but the man had made the mistake of mocking his mate's earlier obsession with the novelist M. Emerson to the co-director of the Camelot Agency during a break in the action and she had snapped into protective stepsister mode. One lecture on how Arthur was a brilliant businessman and Leon should know to respect his gut instincts, no matter how crazy the blond prat was acting, later and Leon found himself on the wrong side of his girlfriends door with nary a goodbye kiss to be had.

The blinding headache flashed in the middle of a commercial and Leon fell off the couch in a mix of pain and surprise. His memories were bloody, too often paralleling the violence of his king's; a knight of old, his incarnations were just as likely to be fighters and early deaths dogged his progress through the ages. Shaking with the force of the wave of memories, Leon sat gasping on the floor for a few moments trying to catch up to the reality that he was a reincarnation of an Arthurian knight and his friends were living legends.

Blood drained from his face as that thought registered. He had been there to witness the destruction in Morgana-of-old's wake and feared for his what his lover would become with her memories reunited with her new self. The magic that had allowed this moment to happen swirled through him, reassuring him like it did the king across town, that this version of the witch was without the corruption of her half sister. That comforted him for barely a minute before he realized exactly what his girlfriend would be going through right now. The king's ward was never a perfectly gentle lady, but prior to the poison of Morgause's influence, Morgana had been a kind soul. His Morgana was prickly for sure, but held the same sweetness within and he could not imagine what the memories of her past self's betrayal of Camelot and her family would do to her.

He was out the door in seconds, thanking anyone who was listening that he had a key to Morgana's left over from their last on-again phase and praying that he got to the woman before her guilt and grief made her do something stupid.