After watching the extremely heartbreaking and romantic scenes in Doctor Who last night I felt inspired to get some romance into my main story line…. But it doesn't fit for the current timeline… so I decided to go back in time a bit and fill in a few places.

This piece is a missing scene of Merlin and Morgana that takes place between Two Sides of the Coin (after Arthur and the rest leave to go back to Camelot) and Knave of Hearts (where Merlin heads back to Camelot). It would probably be a good thing to at least read Two Sides of a Coin before this to know what's going on.

Stories here will be pretty much just fluff, and rating may go up if I decide to fill in scenes elsewhere along my main fics timeline.

Enjoy!

Morgana had been in the grove with her mother the past two days attempting to reach the memories of her past. They stayed out all night under the night sky with no moon. Vivienne explained that the dark moon time was a void, meant to help clear unwanted or empty spaces. In this case it was Morgana's mind that lay empty and bare. Opening herself up during such an auspicious moon phase would allow the memories to fill as the light filled the moon towards fullness over the next weeks.

She felt hallow and apathetic as she walked back into the keep. Planning on going to straight to what was now her room in the run down fortress; she sent a dark glare at Merlin's enthusiasm when he came upon her.

Watching as he reeled back on his heels for a moment before he tried his approach a bit more subdued. "It will be alright Morgana, I promise. What your mother and I are doing may seem harsh, but it is what you said you wanted. To be able to remember."

She took a breath and her eyes drifted downward to see his hand stretched out towards her, waiting to see if she would take it. "Merlin, I'm so exhausted right now, can this wait please?"

"Just take my hand and come with me," He said pleadingly.

Huffing out a sigh she placed her hand in his, feeling the calloused roughness that still managed to be gentle as he gave an encouraging squeeze. He led her to her room. Morgana rolled her eyes wondering what he was about. Releasing his hand she reached for the door. He stopped her by standing in between.

"You need to close your eyes first," he instructed.

"Really?" She groaned. Seeing that he wasn't planning on moving until she did, Morgana finally assented. She heard the door open and felt him take her hand again. Cautiously she allowed him to lead her into the room and with his hands on her shoulders, he positioned her facing the direction he wanted.

"Alright now, open your eyes."

Doing as he instructed, she wasn't sure what she would see. The sight that greeted her made her breath catch in her throat. Strung from the ceiling all the way to the floor were posts. They were simple raw wood without stain or polish, but they were smooth and sanded. Stretched tight between them was a canvas like the sail cloth from one of the ships in the newly formed port. On top of that was one of the greatest gifts she could ever have imagined.

Her hands were shaking as she reached out and felt what appeared to be a fresh unsoiled mattress. There were two layers to it. The bottom felt like a mixture of straw and wool, while the top thinner layer was the softest feather bed she could have ever dreamed. Even in Camelot she never had the pleasure of a brand new bed.

She couldn't contain the giggles that erupted out of her as she flopped on top of it and spread her arms out, caressing its feathery softness and reveling in the way it melded to her body. It was more than she could have ever imagined. She sat up suddenly and looked at Merlin who was leaning against the doorframe, his face unreadable as he watched her. His blue eyes, dark pools that rarely blinked, and a soft upturn at the corners of his cupid bow lips barely visible through the beard.

"Merlin these beds are expensive… how did you afford such a thing?"

He blinked and smirked, bringing a hand up to rub across his face as if had just been caught doing something wrong and was trying to decide how to get out of it, "Um, Arthur gave me a loan before he headed back to Camelot."

"A loan?" She asked curiously.

"Well, he said it was a gift. Compensation for what his father had done to mine and since I'm technically family he said some of it probably should have been mine anyway. But I still plan to pay him back once the copper starts shipping out of the mine and stuff," Merlin was shuffling his feet, the idea of owing anyone didn't sit well with him.

Morgana pushed herself off the bed and grasped his hands to settle him. Looking up into his eyes with a smile, "Thank you."

The smiled beamed from his face as the apprehension dissolved. Even if he did owe Arthur, it was worth it as she stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. "Get some rest, alright? You deserve it."

She moved backwards towards the bed, drawing him with her, "Come lay with me, you probably need a rest too."

His grin grew for a moment before he caught himself and blushed furiously. Stopping in his tracks he stuttered, "Uh… actually, I…uh… still have some work to do, so you enjoy it. And… uh… let me know how it is alright?" He pulled his hands from hers and quickly made his way out of the room.

Morgana giggled at his shyness and turned back to the bed. She squealed in delight as she threw herself on it again, smiling. She could sense that the bed held more than just feathers, straw and wool. Although he didn't say it, Morgana could feel the magic he had woven into it. Comfort, safety, and perhaps something more...