Rating: R (sex, violence and naughty words)
Characters/Pairings: Merlin/Freya, Arthur/Gwen, Elyan, Uther(Luther), León, Gwaine, Lancelot(Lance), Percival, Tom, Morgana OC(Vivvie(Vivianna), Carol, Wendy, Mike, Devon, Druid Healer, Amy)
Summary: A spell that Merlin cast has brought them together again for a second chance at the life they wanted. Arthur and Merlin go through many lives together until the return of Guinevere. The past whispers a reflection as each milestone is reached.
Author's notes: This one is both modern and cannon. Every chapter starts with a look at the past.

WHISPERS happen every day. They are the memories of our soul or the thoughts of our minds. The past even whispers images that haunt our dreams and even our waking moments.

WHISPERS OF THE PAST
PART 1

"Merlin DO something!" Tears were streaming down Gwen's face as she knelt on the cold stone floor where Arthur lay. Blood pooled around him on floor. It was everywhere. It soaked into the silk of her gown.

That was just it. There was nothing that he could do. He was surprised that Arthur had made it back to Camelot at all. If he hadn't brought him by magic, he wouldn't have. The wounds were beyond even his skills or magic. Not even the Cup of Life could save Arthur now.

"Sorry Gwen. There is nothing I can do."

"Please Merlin! I can't lose him!" Gwen held Arthurs hand tightly in both of hers. Her eyes pleaded with him. Then she turned her gaze back to Arthur.

Merlin had an idea. "Give me your hand." She complied. He took Arthur's other hand and mumbled some words that Gwen didn't pay attention to. Golden sparkly light swirled around them.

Arthur stared at Gwen. My wife, I love you. He couldn't say it but his eyes told her. He breathed once…. twice … and then nevermore.

"No!' she screamed. Throwing herself on her husband's lifeless body, her sobs reverberated throughout the palace. Her sorrow rippled throughout the kingdom.

Merlin sat back on the floor, tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry, Gwen. I'm sorry. The spell will bring us together again. It will give us another chance."

Gwen didn't hear him. She didn't want to. All she could was sob. Elyan tried to get her off the floor. She pushed him away. Nothing mattered now that he was gone.
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Arthur stared at the small woman in the lavender dress across the shop. It wasn't that the dress was anything special. It was rather plain except for the white silk roses embroidered around the neckline. Maybe it was the long dark curls or even the way the light was shining on her. In his mind he only had one thought: Guinevere. Where he came up with that name, he didn't know but it fit her somehow. He stood there by the tomatoes just so he could see her better. She's just a dream or a vision from a past life maybe. That's all it is. Just as he had that thought she looked at him and smiled.

Why is that handsome man looking in my direction? He is like a knight in the way he is standing, like he is ready for battle. It's like he's King Arthur or something. Gwen quickly looked back at the apples.

They had been secretly watching each other like this for a few minutes. Merlin had been watching them both wondering if they would ever speak to each other. He put a can of soup in the trolley. "Why don't you just speak to her? You know you want to"

"Shut up, Merlin." Arthur frowned at the slim man beside him.

I can't take it anymore. Merlin shook his head and walked up to the woman before Arthur could stop him. "Hi my name is Merlin and this is Arthur," he said gesturing at Arthur,

"Nice to meet you, Merlin. I'm Guinevere but most people call me Gwen. Nice to meet you too, Arthur is it?" She smiled at them both. His name is Arthur. It seemed all too familiar to have these two men together in front of her. "Like the King in the legend?" Why did I say that?

Arthur looked at his feet trying to hide his surprise. How did I know that her name is Guinevere? Then he looked up and smiled at her. "Yes. Were you named after the Queen from the legend then?"

She laughed. "My mother studied medieval lit at University. So I'm well versed on that particular legend. It was my favorite. She told me the story often when I was a child."

"Um…. Maybe we could discuss over drinks sometime." I can't believe that just came out of my mouth. "Sorry. That sounded so …. Well, so rude." She's going to think I'm a nutter for sure.

Gwen smiled seeing the colour creep up in his cheeks. "Not at all. I'd love to." She starts to dig in her bag for her mobile to get his number. "Just a minute and I'll give you my number." I can't believe I'm doing this.

Arthur took his mobile out and he and Gwen exchanged numbers. They smiled at each other a little awkwardly. They both felt suddenly shy.

That was far too easy, Merlin thought. He looked at them both and wondered if they realized what just happened. It had been centuries since he cast the spell to reunite them. That was a day he hoped they would never remember. It was full of death and sadness. A vision of Gwen sobbing as she clutched the mangled body of Arthur floated through his mind. He shook his head to displace it.

This was the first time he could find them both. He and Arthur had been through a few lifetimes but this was the first time he could find Gwen. That was easy compared to getting Arthur to shop.

"Well. I must get going. I'm cooking for my father tonight" Gwen said still smiling. Not sure what to do next, she held out her hand to Arthur.

"Then until we meet again, My Lady" Arthur took her hand and kissed it lightly as if he had done that sort of thing all the time. Oh yeah she's gonna really think I'm a nutter.

She blushed as he let go of her hand then gave Merlin a smile as she left them.

Merlin rolled his eyes and snorted in amusement. They are even more ridiculous this time around. He had been with Arthur since University and he had never seen Arthur kiss a woman's hand in this lifetime.

Arthur gave him a glare then watched as she walked away. "Let's go, Merlin. I have to read the reports on that overseas deal. My father wants my input first thing in the morning."

Some things never change. He's still a prat. Merlin smiled. "Of course, Arthur"