A/N: I know countless others have written similar stories, but my muse refused to let the matter drop. So here's my version of events.
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.
Gaius couldn't be right. After all how could he know what it felt, to think you could turn evil because of something you were born with? Merlin decided that, for all the old physicians wisdom and experience, this time Gaius made a mistake, which that meant the choice fell to him. But what would he do? Help her seek aid from the Druids? No, Uther might believe she'd be kidnapped and kill people in anger. All the same Morgana needed someone to talk to, someone who understood, and as the only one person like that living in Camelot, he had to speak with her. For her sake he had to try.
Knocking light, Merlin stood stock still, uncertain of his next move.
Morgana came to the door dressed in her nightgown.
"Gaius asked me to deliver this." Her eyes were full of uncertainty; it tore his heart to see her like this.
Thankfully she let him into the room.
"I don't need any potion thank you." She replied when he offered the vial.
She looked pleadingly at him, "Merlin, ignore what I said last night. I had a nightmare, I was upset."
A few awkward second passed before he said, "I know, I haven't said anything to anyone." True he just lied through his teeth, but he figured she'd excuse him for speaking to the Great Dragon. The sheer look of gratitude in her eyes made him feel a little guilty for lying, it passed as the fear took hold again.
High heels clapped on the ground as she walked away saying, "I'm sorry, it's usually Gwen who has to deal with me when I'm like this."
"I don't mind." He wasn't sure she heard him, but forgot got about it after a few more moments of silence, "Maybe I could help."
On the verge of crying again, "I doubt that." Now Merlin began worrying over his choice again, in the next few moments there would be no turning back. He paused, uncertain.
Gathering his courage, "you'd be surprised." He didn't see Morgana look at him, confusion and hope mixing in her eyes. Once the door closed he took a steadying breath, "I understand…I realize how frightening this must be for you" he quickly changed the last bit, "especially for you."
"Why especially for me?"
"You're the King's Ward; you know his hatred of magic better than anyone."
"That's what you think has been happening to me? The dreams, the fire, you think it was magic!"
Now he had to choose his next words very carefully. If he said the wrong thing he could end up on the pyre tomorrow, or being blasted against the wall. Slowly he walked over, softly he replied, "I know it was," before she could yell at him, he hurriedly added, "I won't tell anyone, I'd risk my own neck if I did." Morgana furrowed her brow at him, clearly even more confused than before, "I know, because I have magic too."
She slapped him, "how dare you tease me like that!"
"Morgana," he grabbed her arms, "I'm telling the truth, give me a moment to show you." Though she made no outward sign of agreement appeared, in her eyes he found the answer. Letting go, he motioned to the candles, his eyes flashed gold and the flames floated about the room. In surprise her mouth dropped open, neither said anything as he lowered the flames back onto the wicks. "Do you believe me now?" She nodded, mouth still hanging open.
"Where did you learn that spell?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"From my spell book," he replied, still unwilling to hope it would go as he believed it would.
"You have a spell book? Why are you in Camelot?" It seemed she could collapse in relief at finding someone who understood.
"I'm here because back home I couldn't control my power properly. Mother sent me to Gaius for help."
"How long have you practiced magic?"
"Like you I was born with it." Morgana closed her eyes and took shuddering breath, her muscles loosened and she relaxed more. "Despite what Uther said, magic can and is used for good." He smiled wiry, "you wouldn't believe the number of times I've saved Arthur and Camelot with magic."
At at Morgan laughed, "to think, Uther owes his kingdom and son's life to a sorcerer!"
"There's more I'd like to say, but..."
"I understand. Perhaps we can talk in the forest, away from prying ears?"
Merlin nodded, "good idea. Gaius wants me to gather herbs for him tomorrow afternoon anyway."
Looking like weight had fallen from her shoulders, Morgan smiled, "I'll speak with you tomorrow then."
At the door, she stopped him from leaving immediately, "thank you Merlin. Thank you for trusting me."
Down the hallway, Arthur ducked into an alcove; in a most unprincely manner, he had eavesdropped on the entire conversation. With a sigh he rested his head against the cold stone. He found it's presence strangely comforting, a nice, ordinary aspect of life. Discovering his foster sister and manservant...his best friend, perhaps his only friend... were both sorcerers sent his world spinning. Had Merlin told the truth when he said he saved him and Camelot? The snakes on Valient's shield... The burst of flame when fighting the Afanc... The blue orb in that cave... Had Lancelot really killed that Griffin? How had Cornelius Sigan really been defeated? All these strange inconsistencies appeared when he looked back at the events since Merlin arrived.
Still, there was no guarantee that Merlin wouldn't turn against them. That idea of Merlin purposefully harming him, sicken Arthur, that clumsy, idiotic, puppy-dog-loyal fool couldn't have an evil bone in his body. Nor could Morgan, he'd grown up with her, he knew her better than anyone. They couldn't, could they? Surely his father wasn't so misguided about magic, right? Arthur trudged back to bed, wanting forget everything he had just heard.
A/N: Well that's it then. Even if you didn't like it please review, authors only grow with the comments of others. Just no flames, they tend to take things way to far.