So the first chapter is here. Merlin & Titanic Crossover. It is sure going to be a multichapter and is based on the original screenplay. The inspiration for this came from another Mergana/Titanic fic I started reading but it is left incomplete so I did this to ease the gap it left. Magic Merlin earns a ticket to the Titanic where high class Morgana is too.
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"Bloody hell" Sven cursed again and again. "You must have cheated"
Merlin just smiled. Of course he hadn't cheated. Even though he could if he wanted. And out of sheer luck he had just got the chance to spend two months aboard the Titanic. The wealthiest people in the world were battling to get themselves a place, and he, Merlin Emrys, the poor sketcher from Ealdor had just been listed among the passengers. And nothing on earth was going to stop him from going.
He saw the man look in his pockets. Quite aware that he might be looking for a pistol, Merlin grabbed the two tickets and set off to the harbour. "Come on Lance, let's go"
The two men started sprinting among the crammed streets of Camelot. Street ventors, and buskers and all sorts of men and women stood in their way but they knew that being in time to catch the Titanic was the key to a life experience.
"Stay back" they heard from behind and moved to the sidelines.
"It's her" he heard a girl shaking excitedly her mother's arm. "She's so beautiful. I want to be like her"
But no one seemed to come so Merlin and Lance took off again.
They were stopped once again by the sound of wheels behind them. They stood aside to let the fabulous burgundy Renault pass. The car gradually stopped as the crown in front of them wouldn't move. And then Merlin saw her.
She was crying. Tears were falling freely from her face but she wouldn't make any move to sweep them off. But she was beautiful indeed. She had perfect pale skin, ebony black hair tied in a bun like most well off women of that period and piercing sea green eyes. And Merlin couldn't find a reason why a woman like that would be crying on her way to the Titanic. He hadn't realised he was staring until she raised an eyebrow at him. He felt heat redden his cheeks and took off to follow Lance. But the picture of her never leaved his mind.
When they say the gigantic ship waiting for them at the port, they could not but stay there in awe.
"Morgana darling, you know I hate this habit of yours"
Morgana sighed internally for once more. Nevertheless she took the cigarette from her red painted lips and gave it reluctantly to the chauffeur. Her fiancé looked at her satisfied.
She felt her eyes sting and focused on outside her window, to the people who were roaming the streets of Camelot. Rich and poor altogether where there; some wanting to get aboard, some just to admire this miracle of mechanics. The Titanic, the unsinkable ship. The ship that for most was the ship of dreams. The ship that for her was just one more nightmare.
She saw an old man explaining the miracle of the Titanic to his young grand-daughter. Two men, no older than twenty years old passing by, running and clutching two Titanic tickets like their life depended on them.
"I can't believe that those city tramps are going to be aboard with us" Her mother commented.
And just when she had turned to her previous conversation with Valiant the one of the boys turned and suddenly she was almost face to face with him. His eyes where an incredible shade of blue and is hair was jet black, sticking out in every possible direction. And the way he looked at her was like he was piercing through her soul, even though it lasted only a second, no more. He saw pity in his eyes and she arched an elegant eyebrow. They boy shrugged and ran to catch up to his friend.
Was her misery so obvious? she wondered. She reached to touch her cheek with her hand. She realized that it was wet with tears. That was why the young man had looked at her like that. The car halted and the chauffer opened the doors. Valiant extended his hand for her and at the view of the Titanic she hushed in a breath and the image of the man at the journey left her mind instantly.
She hadn't seen anything near what the Titanic was till now. She heard her mother and Valiant discuss the facilities the ship offered.
"Morgana dear, isn't it wonderful" her mother cheered. "Val, isn't it wonderful? "
Feeling the sudden urge to irritate her mother Morgana pulled on a face of cool appraisal and said
"I don't see what all the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania" Mauritania, another tragic experience with Valiant. Their first trip after their engagement. Val chuckled at her response. Morgana felt the familiar sting of anger once again. If only she was an ugly little no one, free thus to do whatever she wanted with her life.
"Oh, Morgana" Val said in a tired tone, like scolding a child. "You can be blase about some things but not the Titanic. It's over a hundred feet longer than Mauritania, and far more luxurious. It has squash courts, a Parisian cafe...even Turkish baths."
"Your daughter is much too hard to impress, Ygraine." Val addressed her mother.
Her mother glared at her and she was once again thinking about the miserable life she was leading. Her mother was indeed on of the most high status women at the time. Something coming as a combination of iron will and a good marriage.
"So this is the ship they say is unsinkable" she heard her say.
Val smiled.
"It is unsinkable. God himself couldn't sink this ship." Morgana snorted mentally. Around them, first class men and women, along with their servants were adding to the general atmosphere of giddiness and excitement. For all, but her. Outward, she was all a well brought up girl should be. Beautiful, elegant and sparing with words. Inside, she was screaming. She closed her eyes for a second, to regain her self control and stepped inside the Titanic.
"We're going to America" Merlin screamed with all the power of his lungs when he saw the Titanic. "Lance, we are going" He kissed the tickets feeling the happiest man in the whole world.
"Tickets please" Moody asked them.
"Here you go" he handed him the tickets cheerfully.
"Do you have your passports?"
"Of course" Merlin lied. Under his breath he muttered a spell and two perfect identical passports were at their disposal.
"You may pass" Moody declared.
Together they ran across the huge deck, all sorrow in the world long forgotten..
"We are the luckiest sons of bitches in the world" Merlin screamed, waving at the crowd under them.
"You know somebody?" Lance asked, curiosity in his voice. They had just come to Camelot, they didn't know anyone apart from the two Swedes who were playing cards with them.
"No, that's not the point" Merlin grinned.
"Goodbye! Goodbye!" They both shouted, letting the strong wind carry their voices ashore.
The gigantic engine started. The Titanic begun to gather speed. They were off to America.
This is it. They are off. What do you think of it?
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