Diclaimer: I don't Merlin, because if I would... Heh...

AN: English isn't my mother language and not even my second, so please show me my mistakes!:) I will try to improve, because this is my first experience, and I know that many things are wrong...

Mordred is back, with a plan how to make Merlin his, and he doesn't intend to back down...

Chapter 1

Blue eyes, which looked too bright so it was almost creepy, stared at Merlin.

"...And then you should polish my arrow, after you...", the prince paced back and front, without looking at Merlin.

"Yes, of course..", unlike Arthur the sorcerer felt that something was wrong.

"Are you even listening to me?", sighed the future king turned around and looked at his servant.

While nodding absently Merlin quickly glanced around not seeing anything out of place. But maybe this was the suspicious thing? It was too quiet. No attacks, no monsters, who tried to kill him and Arthur... Nothing.

"Emrys...", the pale lips whispered and a sinister smile found it's way on the lips of the young man.

After all this years of hiding and gaining strenght and knowledge, Mordred returned and found out that almost nothing changed. Uther was still the King, Arthur had a long way ahead of him to become worthy of the title, and Emrys.. Well on the outside he also hasn't changed at all, but Mordred knew that the sorcerer is getting stronger with every day.

"And don't forget about our hunting trip tomorrow!", Arthur added with a sadistic glee in his eyes.

"Come on, sire! Do I really have to go with you? Can we just stay in the castle?" Emrys whined looking with such hope at the prince, so Mordred almost laughed out.

Emrys had the power to destroy this human right here and now, and if anything, then the blonde had to be the lowly servant of the sorcerer. Well, Mordred had an exact idea what to do.

"Until later, Emrys..", Mordred spoke, moving away and pulling his cloack over his head.

Yes, the moment, which he was waiting for so long was approaching, and Mordred didn't intend to back down.

Exhausted Merlin returned to his home, wanting nothing more than just lay down and sleep. Today Arthur, the Prat was even more demanding, ignorant and sadistic than ever. Merlin wondered what the reason for this kind of behavior was, but then decided that it was just as natural for the prince as breathing.

"Gaius?", the sorcerer called inside the room, but received no answer.

Shrugging his shoulders, Merlin went to the stairs, up to his room intending to rest. But the fate had as always other plans for him.

"What are YOU doing here?", his whole body tensed, as Merlin warily stared at the young man sitting on his bed.

There was no doubt that it was Mordred. His clear blue eyes were a dead give-away. Merlin knew that it wasn't just a friendly visit, so he immediantly expected the worst, getting ready to fight.

"Hello Emrys,", it was rather strange hearing this soft voice not in his head.

"Mordred,", Merlin nodded, "I assume that there must be a reason, why you are sitting on my bed?"

Merlin had to surpress a shudder, as the druid smiled. Normally a smile was something good, but on Mordred it looked scary and evil. Well, Merlin had seen enough scary and evil things in his life, like Arthur in a bad mood, so he stayed focused.

"I have an offer for you, Emrys...", Mordred eyes glimmed in the dim light as he spooke.

"I will not help you kill Arthur,", the sorcerer immediantly replied.

"This is not what I want...", the druid continued to smile, standing up.

The sorcerer knew that this would turn out bad, but as alwas he had no other chance but as listening...

"Soooo... Let me get this right..", Merlin thought that his ears have deceived him, "You want to work with me? I mean YOU want to work with me?"

"Yes, Emrys,", Mordred nodded and agreeing patiently the third time.

Somehow he couldn't stop starring at Emrys, trying to memorize every move and every expression on the face of the sorcerer. He hadn't seen him in real for a very long time, so the druid found himself absorbing every move.

"Why? I mean, souldn't we be... I don't know... Enemies?", the last word was prononced very clearly, while Merlin tried to figure out the reason for such offer.

"You never were my enemy,", stated Mordred, intensely staring at Emrys.

"Yeees...", Merlin didn't really believe the druid, but somehow he knew that he wouldn't be able to get the truth out of him.

He didn't like the idea to let Mordred anywhere in the near of Arthur, but had to agree, that it would be better to have him, where Merlin could see the druid, just to be sure. And somehow Melin didn't think that a simple "no" would make Mordred go away.

"Well, you could always help me with my duties... But I am warning you, this job will not be easy!", warned Merlin.

Mordred didn't seem to believe the sorcerer, but something in the cold blue eyes told Merlin, that the druid was saitfished. Maybe too, much, if you ask Merlin.

"You will see...", Merlin simply shrugged his shoulders, but couldn't stop the feeling, as if he has done something bad...