Author's Note: So I have to be awake in six hours and instead of sleeping I write. Oh well. This collection will be a series of Drabbles in my Camelot Agency AU, mostly to keep me on a more steady writing schedule. Anything particular you want to see you can ask me and I might oblige. Oh, fair warning there is bad language here.

Let me deserve this, please let me be worth it.

It was the mantra Arthur lived by since getting Merlin back and some days it was easier than others. The temper that had burned bright both on the battlefield and in the castle had not be softened by the many reincarnations, and this day was bringing out the worst in the CEO.

First, one of his favorite clients had gotten word his contract might not be renewed for the next season of the show he was on and Arthur had to spend an hour on the phone with the production team explaining why that news should have gone through him and not be sprung on the actor mid-taping.

Frustration with idiots drove him to the break room where he caught the sharp end of a grumpy Morgana's tongue. He snapped back and the conversation degenerated quickly into a screaming match that had nothing to do with anything besides too much work related stress on both their parts.

His boyfriend, god that is so junior high, had unfortunately chosen that day to come take him to lunch and heard the tail end of the argument. Joking about catfights, something Arthur would normally laugh along with, Merlin grabbed the other man's hand to pull him in for a kiss.

Even as Arthur stepped back and wrenched his arm away, his brain was screaming at him asking him what he was doing, this crappy day wasn't Merlin's fault. The hurt that etched itself in the dark haired man's face was like a punch in the gut to his lover, but that didn't stop him from letting the warlock walk right back out the door without saying a word.

Morgana looked at him in shock, her tempered cooled by seeing her idiot brother chase his lover out of the building.

"What the fuck, Arthur? That was Merlin." Her voice was angry and tired, her day hadn't been any better than his, one of her clients' sons had recently been diagnosed with cancer and she had stopped by with gifts at the hospital, Morgana didn't do helpless well.

"You think I don't know that. God, Morgana. His face is the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see at night. Every time I close my eyes he's there, and I love him so much it hurts, and makes me say stupid shit like that," the flare of anger cooled and Morgana gasped at the depth of emotion in Arthur's eyes as he continued in a quiet tone, "But sometimes, sometimes I look at him and remember what he did for me and it's too much. He went through so many lifetimes and had to see me die more than I ever want to imagine, but he kept going and for what? I'm not exactly a prize, at least not one worthy of that kind of devotion."

"That's where you're wrong." Merlin's voice was hard but not with anger, it was much closer to determination.

Arthur spun to see the warlock in the doorway. "I thought you left."

"Yeah well, you're an idiot." Merlin's smile was half hearted and Arthur winced. "And if you ever question whether you were worth it again, I swear to God… well I don't know what I'll do but it won't be pleasant. I could have given up, did I tell you that? The residents of Avalon told me that anytime it got to be too much, or I began to think it wasn't worth it I could return to them and they would release me. But It. Was. Never. Not. Worth. It. Understand? I would have walked a thousand more lifetimes if it meant coming home to you, to us."

Arthur's eyes were getting watery, not everyday your lover makes a speech like that, but he knew Morgana would never let him live it down if he cried in the office. He mouthed 'Thank you' to Merlin, unwillingly to speak and betray himself with a shaky voice.

Merlin relaxed and with a swift glance at Morgana made a decision. "We are going to lunch, our phones will be on but don't call. He'll be back at some point, maybe." The warlock grabbed Arthur's hand and started dragging him to the elevator.

Gwen and LJ had been huddled in her office listening for the shouting to stop so they knew it was safe to come out and therefore were witnesses to Merlin shoving Arthur against the wall inside the elevator and initiating what promised to be a very hot, albeit short make-out session as the doors closed.

"Why don't we ever make-out in the elevators anymore? Is the fire gone in our relationship?" The impish gleam in Gwen's eye as she provoked her husband sparkled brighter when he brought her close into a kiss of their own.

LJ's voice was gravelly as he responded, "I think that can be arranged," He turned to shout to a laughing Morgana, "We're taking lunch too, same rules about calling."

The husband and wife team disappeared into the next waiting elevator and Morgana took a moment to admire LJ's smooth moves in getting Gwen hitched up against the elevator wall opposite the one that Merlin and Arthur had claimed.

The dark haired woman pouted, realizing her lover was still overseas at a security conference. Her brain clicked onto a rather fun idea as she drew the shades on her office windows and dialed Leon's hotel number, he should just be getting back from dinner. She had one more thought before the line connected and it was to thank God they all had competent assistants who could man the office while the senior staff was… occupied.