Disclaimer – I do not own Merlin. I wish I did. It would not be ending then.

A/N – Here is a short one shot for the upcoming ending of Merlin. I don't know why I wrote this. It just popped into my head. Enjoy.

Curiosity

It was a normal day. Well at least as normal as it could be in Camelot. A thought was running through the King's servants head as he stood quietly behind his friend. The thought was 'I wonder if I'm going to save the prat today? …Again.'

As soon as the thought entered his mind, Merlin clasped his lips shut to prevent a chuckle from escaping. That would be just his luck. Being Arthur's servant wasn't a full time job. Keeping him alive was.

Currently, a meeting of the Round Table was in session and as though Merlin was an unofficial member, he was unable to take his rightful place at the King's side. Sitting at the table, to the right of Arthur, having seen the error of her ways, was the Queen.

Shortly followed by Gaius, Leon, Percival, Mordred and finally at Arthur's left, Gwaine; sober for once. The meeting was one of many that concluded in the throne room. Here, the members of the Round Table could talk freely, be treated equally and not be judged.

Arthur held Gwen's hand on top of the Table as he listened to Gwaine recanting one of his tales, almost letting it slip that he was of noble birth. Merlin smirked as everyone raised an eyebrow at Gwaine's loose tongue.

The knowledge that Gwaine could have been a Knight without trying purely because of his birth was lost in their thoughts as the door to the throne room crashed open.

In a swirl of black robes, Morgana strode into the room like she owned it and as Arthur and Gwen didn't have any children she was second in line to the throne, and, although still and enemy and not welcome, well within her rights to do so.

The Knights, The King, Queen and Gaius tensed, thinking that this was yet again another attempt to take the Crown and her 'rightful' place on the throne. Yet this was not what she had in mind. She didn't even focus on her Brother sitting at the table, instead she focused on the servant standing protectively at Arthur's side.

Merlin began to realise that the Witch was heading straight for him. His eyes locked with hers and the usual smirk that Morgana wore changed into a smile of confidence.

Confusion settled into his mind as she stopped just in front of him, barely an arms reach away from the other. Merlin wasn't the only one confused, for all heads had turned in their direction. Only Mordred had a sense of what was going on, but he didn't let anything escape.

In a swift movement, Morgana reached up and grabbed Merlin by his shoulders and pulled him sharply down to her level. There she proceeded slam her lips on to his in a powerful, but romantic manner.

Shock swept through the Warlock and after a few seconds he melted into the kiss and placed his hands on her waist and pulled her closer to him. The members of the Round Table, scarcely believing what was happening in front of them, dropped their mouths open in astonishment, their eyes wide. Only Mordred kept his cool.

"My servant and best friend is kissing my sister. I don't know whether I should be angry or disgusted." Arthur said, finding his voice. Gwaine chuckled in quiet hilarity of the situation and his King's discomfort. Finally Merlin and Morgana pulled away from each other.

"I've always wanted to do that." Morgana pronounced. Merlin refrained from talking, not trusting himself to keep his cool after his new revelation had dawned on him. He 'liked' Morgana.

"Are you saying you just stopped by to give Merlin, here, the snog of his life?" Gwaine asked cheekily.

"Of course," She nodded. "Don't worry. I'm not here to kill you all." She looked at her brother, who still had shock written across his features. "Don't look at me like that Arthur, and sort out your security. I managed to walk right in here and kiss Merlin. Without a fuss I might add." She tacked on the end, smiling at the still silent Warlock.

No reply came back to her, which is what she aimed for. She had one last thing to do. She turned back to Merlin, kissed him once more and stroked his cheek lightly with her finger tips.

"Till next time, Merlin." And without another word, Morgana left the same way she came in. Everyone turned to Merlin, whose normally pale, but now blushing face was rapidly turning into crimson red at his self-consciousness. When he could take the shocked faces of Arthur, Gwen, Leon, Percival and Gaius and the smirking faces of Gwaine and Mordred no longer he shouted…

"Gwaine is of Noble birth!"

Curiosity was still fresh in Camelot.