Picking Up the Pieces

by write4love8

She was alive, that she knew, but not as a whole. A piece of her had died in Camelot and a piece of her was there. Then there was that piece inside of her… She bowed her head and looked at where her left hand rested. That piece of her and that piece of him growing within her. [Post Series2 Finale] Mergana Tags: Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Conflicted Morgana, Secrets

1. Prologue

Author's Note:

This story begins post Series 2 Finale.

The story will flashback and forth from present day to flashbacks about Morgana and Merlin's relationship developing. The flashbacks are not chronological, rather they are scattered as the story progresses.

I'm an huge lover of Morgana and the Mergana relationship. I've been dying to write something for a long time. I hope you enjoy! Please leave comments and kudos to let me know what you think.

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Prologue

Bright green eyes shot open as her lungs gasped for breath. She felt the stone slab beneath her body as her senses returned to her. A cold breeze whisked across her chest forcing the hairs on her neck to stand straight. She could hear the crackling of the fire, see the blur of orange and yellow light flickering. But still she shivered. The rough stone was icy beneath her fingers. And the last thing she could remember… his face. She could feel the mix of pain and betrayal churn in her stomach as the memory returned. He had held her against his chest as she struggled for air; held her just like he had during those nights when she was afraid and confused. Those nights had been precious. But was she the only one who believed that?

Suddenly a familiar voice rang in her ear. The figure came into sight as her blurred vision finally dissipated.

"Remain calm, little sister," Morgause's voice was low and soothing.

"Where am I?" Morgana strained with a hoarse voice.

"Somewhere safe."

The younger woman struggled to sit up even as her head instantly began to spin and knots formed in her stomach.

"Do not rush yourself," Morgause beckoned her. She placed her hands to her younger sister's shoulders as she eased her back into a lying position. "While the poison is no longer in your body, you are still weak." She brushed her hand over Morgana's silk sleeve. "You must rest. Regain your strength for both yourself and the child."

Morgana's brows furrowed as her sister sat down beside her. "Child?" she asked softly.

She watched her sister's expression grow just as confused, then change to a sense of understanding in a matter of seconds. However, she remained silent for a few more moments. "You didn't know," she claimed.

Morgana simply shook her head, trying to understand her sister's cryptic words.

"My dear sister," Morgause took her hand, "You are with child."