Title: If the rain must fall

Summary: The only thing Morgana hated more than rain were boys with secrets and witty retorts on bleak London mornings. Three shot. Mergana. Modern AU.

AN: My first attempt at modern Mergana story. I'm already half way finished with writing the next chapter so I hope to have it up in a couple of days, if you guys like it. Also those of you who are reading Calling you out I hope to have the new chapter up soon.

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Part 1

Heavy, cold raindrops kept falling and she looked for a shelter under the covered part of the bus station stop. It was time to face the fact that Morgana's day couldn't get much worse. And London traffic wasn't doing her any favors as she was already late for work (yet again). She decided to take the bus for a change and really, she should've known better.

Life had not been easy, busy for the most part. Juggling jobs and everyday life wasn't easy in the city that never sleeps but she managed somehow. She has realized early that you have to bite down hard to take what you want in life. Still most of her heritage was shrouded in mystery. She came from an orphanage without any knowledge about her parents and no record of them whatsoever.

That was a weird one. Not just that, but her night life was also fascinating in itself. Dreams full of life in history, where long gowns, royalty and magic were everyday occurrence. Shaking her head for once more losing herself in the moment, she plumped down on the bus station bench while murmuring to herself. If that didn't make her look like a crazy person, she didn't know what would.

"Well your name is Morgana after all. You're practically named after a crazy person."

Once more, the mystery of her name surfaced. All she knew was that on the birth certificate it said Morgana, not even a last name. For one crazy moment she even thought it was Pendragon before realizing just how ridiculous that would be. Despite it all, some small warm of doubt made her search for answers, for some connection, a distant relative even but she just couldn't find it. None of the Pendragons lived long enough to be tied to her.

"You can call me Merlin then." the man continued his one sided conversation.

The chuckle followed and she whipped her head to the person sitting on the far end of the bench. Hands in the pockets leaned back on the chair gazing at the sky, the man seemed totally lost in his own world. She couldn't even believe that he said that, but then she had to ask to avoid questioning her own sanity any further.

"What?"

Still not averting his eyes to look at her, he continued to gaze at the sky. He seemed to be completely content just to be lost in the moment of it all.

"I said that you can call me Merlin, if your name is Morgana."

She scuffed, irritated by his little wordplay. With the day she's had anything could set her off and he wasn't helping by being funny. After quickly glancing over his frame she concluded that he could put some meat on those bones because he looked entirely too skinny. That wasn't healthy. Not that she cared much about how the stranger looked, not at all. Still she couldn't help but glance at him from the corner of her eye, while letting out a huff.

"Listen buster, I don't need your jolliness at this day and hour. You really aren't amusing anyone. So, cut with the quips, mate."

Another laugh followed and she couldn't help but wonder what was up with him. Was he bored and just couldn't keep his mouth shut or was there more to it?

"Mate, huh? Never would've imagined you saying something like that."

Now, he was just being confusing. Does he think he knows her by just exchanging a simple conversation? He was really odd, reminded her of courts jester, or something like that. A fool.

"Don't act like you know me."

Yet, his presence was familiar to her, even hostile in some way. She didn't know why she felt like that, this whole encounter was filled with oddity and a sense of familiarity.

"Even if I was the person you were closest to, I could never claim to know you. Morgana was it?"

Then his eyes swept to her and she had an odd sense that everything stopped. His eyes held hers with a striking color of blue and as she looked closely she could see the sparks of gold in them. Another odd commodity about the man before her and it had her on the edge somehow. Still, not to show how he affected her, she responded in a dignified manner.

"Yes it was, and for an eavesdropper you don't have all that good of a memory. I didn't get yours, should I just call you Merlin?" she asked in a tone filled with sarcasm.

He smiled at her and went back to looking at the sky that poured down with heavy rain. It was a miserable day. Her companion didn't make it any better.

"That is because I didn't give one, so let us assume it is Merlin."

Cheeky bastard is what he was. Not wanting for him to have the last word, she turned to say something but before she could, he continued.

"I still can't believe that after all this time, the weather is still piss poor as always," he said in an almost wistful tone, as if he was miles away from this station. "Somehow, I take comfort in that."

Take comfort in a rainy day - what a strange notion. Then again he sounded strange from the beginning so she dismissed it as nothing more then a part of his crazy personality.

"What about you, as it seems you are not the kind of person to hang out on bus stations? You look like you're a person of action."

Oh, really. Coming to rationalize her own behavior, when most of the time she didn't know what it all meant. Casting a look back over him, she had the need to get back on even ground, which meant that she should do some analyzing herself.

"Well, you don't look to me like a person that would enjoy anything, but being back in the shadows. You're the one that absorbs from the corner as the world goes by, afraid of taking action because you might end up disappointed."

A frown replaced his comfort and she could almost feel the tension that rose in his body. Yet, he wasn't shaken by her words, but more by the memories that somehow were brought back to the surface with her statement. How she knew that, she couldn't explain.

Nothing was said for a couple of moments and at one point she even though of apologizing, but then realized that he was the one who brought this upon himself, for he has started this bizarre conversation. She had nothing to feel sorry about.

"Maybe."

The somber sound of his voice brought her back to reality and she knew that there was more to it. She could feel the pain that was threaded in every syllable of that word. It definitely wasn't a maybe, not by a long shot.

In that moment she felt the pressure that has consumed her for so long make her chest tighten. Suddenly she felt the need to let it all out, the struggle and the feeling of being unable to fit in anywhere that haunted her since forever. She felt the anger and needed someone to feel it. Feel her pain.

Quickly standing up and stomping a couple of steps to end up standing on an empty street in the pouring rain she let out an anguished scream, letting out all of the frustration. After her little release, she turned rain soaked towards the stranger to say what? She wasn't really sure herself. Before she could say anything the sound of a horn from a bus snapped her head in its direction and she knew that there was no way for her to escape her oncoming fate for her feet felt like lead. She looked back towards the stranger.

"Morgana!"

Suddenly an impact from the wind pushed her out of the way and on the other side of the road. All the while she was looking at the extended hand from the said stranger while his eyes shone in a golden color.

Her view of him was broken off by the bus that halted at the exact place she stood a short few moments ago. On shaky legs and after a shuddering breath, still not being able to think clearly she went towards the other side of the bus, scared by it all, and yet not being able to comprehend what has transpired before her.

The bus driver came out, apologizing for not seeing her and berating her at the same time for standing outside, in the middle of the road. In a haze, she ignored all he said and turned to look at the bench on the bus stop. The strange man wasn't there. Quickly she got into the bus to see if he got in, but was left disappointed when she didn't find him there.

Why, to thank him for saving her or to question what had actually happened in that moment? She didn't know. The memory of that powerful gaze still etched in her mind, but he was gone.