A/N: Set between 'The Eye Of The Phoenix' and 'Queen of Hearts' 3.08-3.10. WARNING: Contains Mpreg and scenes of gore. No slash... all will be revealed =P First mpreg fic so be nice.

Slight spoilers. Slight Arthur/Gwen.

Please tell me how I do- I'm a little unsure =/

REVISED- I thought of some stuff I missed, so here it is all sorted out

Enjoy!

Morgana's thoughts were focused intently on how she would claim the throne, as she walked through the castle grounds on her way to the Darkling woods. Morgause will know what needs to be done, she thought.

She hadn't seen, or heard from, her magical half-sister for some time and was growing impatient. I'm tired of waiting! Morgana thought, entering the woods toward her usual meeting place. I want the throne now!

If she had not been so preoccupied by thoughts of claiming the throne, she may have noticed the soft padding sounds of someone else's following footsteps...

Morgana stepped into the clearing littered with large rocks that had become so familiar over the past months; steeling away into the night to meet her sibling.

"My sister." A voice from the darkness.

Morgana spun round and saw Morgause standing by one of the larger rocks. A grin spread across her face as she ran to hug her sister. They embraced.

"How are you?" Morgause asked her. They broke apart.

Morgana could not hide her frustration; it appeared on her face as a grimace. "I'm tired of waiting," she said, mimicking her thoughts from just a few moments ago. "I have grown impatient." She looked at Morgause. "Our previous attempt at killing Arthur failed. He somehow managed to overcome the power of the Eye of the Phoenix and return, triumphant, to Camelot, the Trident of the Fisher King in tow."

Morgause placed a comforting hand on her cheek and smiled at her. "Fear not sister," she said softly. Her eyes twinkled. "I have been struck by a thought of pure inspiration. It matters not that Arthur lives, for I have found a way to eliminate him."

Morgana's face lit up as she grasped her hand. "You have a plan?" She asked excitedly. "We are finally going to kill him?"

"I have a plan, yes. But we will not attack him phyisically, but emotionally." Morgause's smile widened. "You are aware of the Prince's feelings for you maidservant?"

"Of course," Morgana laughed bitterly. "Anyone spends two minutes with them knows how they feel. A blind man could see it, yet Uther is still completely oblivious!"

"What if Arthur had reason to believe that she is not the woman he thinks her to be?"

Morgana frowned. "What do you mean?"

"If something were to happen to make Arthur believe that Guinevere did not love him, his heart would be broken; his soul crushed. He would be in a vulnerable state, therefore making him an easy target to eliminate..." he grinned maliciously, "Leaving you free to take the throne."

Morgana mirrored Morgause's grin. "How would you that?"

"We use magic to plant a seed in Guinevere's womb. Once Arthur realises what is happening to her, he will believe that she has given herself to another, he would be left with a broken heart."

"Impregnate her using magic?" Morgana was still amazed at the capabilities of magic. "When do we go through with it?"

"Tonight," Morgause said firmly.

"But Gwen has already gone home for the night."

Morgause thought for a moment. "Lead me to her home. Once there, you must get her to open the door. I will hypnotise her into doing as we command. I will need your help to cast the spell."

"What help could I possibly give you?"

"Just give me your hand. You are more powerful than you realise," she said comfortingly, sensing Morgana's self doubt. "Your magic will aid me in casting the spell at optimum efficiency. She will have no recollection of what we do tonight. Are you willing to go through with this?"

"Of course!" Morgana beamed wickedly. "Shall we go now?"

"Lead the way my sister."

Merlin lay behind the fallen tree trunk, his chosen hiding place, for a moment or two longer.

He'd followed Morgana from the castle; he'd been working late for Arthur, cleaning his bedroom floor. He had heard her footsteps on the way home and decided to follow her to see what she was up to and was glad he had done! At least now he could save Gwen and Arthur from a terrible fate. They were destined to be together and if Gwen were to supposedly have another man's baby, their future would be torn apart and Camelot would surely fall.

Merlin got to his knees and peered over the top of the tree trunk. No-one in sight. He stood and quickly made his way back to the castle- not too fast, in case he was caught, but fast enough to keep a close eye on Morgana and Morgause.

For women who don't seem so physically strong, Merlin thought briefly, they sure are fast!

He picked up his pace, not wanting to lose them.

Morgana walked over to Gwen's house and stood at the front door. She looked back at Morgause, who nodded, signifying she was ready. She turned back to the door and began knocking quickly, but quietly- she wanted to rouse Gwen, but not the neighbouring villagers.

Sounds could be heard from within the small house. Morgana stopped and listened...

"Who's there?" Gwen called.

"Gwen!" Morgana gasped, feigning panic. "Let me in Gwen!" Morgana waited, but Gwen said nothing. Does she know? Morgana thought.

Instead of continuing the charade, she burst through the door, Morgause on her heels.

Gwen looked surprised and appalled. "Wha-" she started to shout, but Morgause swiftly silenced her, with choice words of magic. Gwen stiffened and her face became void of emotion; she was under Morgause's control.

"Now, sister," Morgause said quickly, "take my hand."

Morgana moved to her side and took her hand. She gasped as she felt Morgause tapping into her magic, combing it with her own. Even though she felt light-headed, she didn't relax her grip.

As Morgause chanted the intricate words of the complicated incantation that would cause Gwen to bear a child of magic, she raised her free hand and gestured toward Gwen's stomach.

Suddenly, Merlin appeared in the doorway. He saw that Morgause's magic was building and would be unleashed any moment.

"Gwen!" He yelled. He ran toward her, shouting her again. His yell seemed to break Morgause's concentration and sever her control over her. She came out of her trance, just in time to see Merlin hurtling toward her at top speed.

"Mer-" but she was cut short by him running into her, knocking her out of harm's way.

But he could not save himself. Morgause had unleashed the magic that had been building at her fingertips. A dazzling blue bolt of light burst from her hand and flew at Merlin.

It hit him with the force of a bull on the rampage and he was propelled backwards. He yelled in pain as he hit the wall then collapsed in a heap on the floor.

"Merlin!" Gwen cried. She crawled over to him, worried he may be seriously wounded.

"No!" Morgana shouted. But before she could rush forward to punish Merlin, she was dragged from the house.

"You must retire to your chambers," Morgause told her quietly.

"He is always getting in the way!" Morgana hissed. "He must have followed me!" She was seething at the thought of Merlin sneaking around and listening in on their plans.

"I know you are frustrated right now, sister, but you must go. Meet me in an hours time, in the vaults of the castle." She kissed Morgana's forehead and turned and fled.

Morgana began to shout after her, but she knew she was right. How would she explain being here at this time of night?

She began running toward the castle, wondering if Merlin would tell anyone what her saw.

He' just a worthless servant, she thought smugly. He wouldn't dare accuse Uther's precious Ward of partaking in such illicit activities.

P.s flames will be taken care of with a fire extinguisher... =P