Authors note; hello, just to let everyone know this is a new story based on the bromance between Merlin and Lancelot, not in a romantic way. Things that have gone unsaid in the episode Lancelot, when he returns, and there's trouble with Gwen.

"Why? Lancelot!" yelled the smaller boy in anger. His eyes darted and fixed upon the bigger man with lighter brown hair and lighter brown eyes.

"I... I love her", stuttered Lance a lot. "I couldn't bear to lose her not to Arthur, not to anyone".

"No...No, you're lying to me, the Lancelot I know would never do that he respects Arthur too much, cares for Guinevere", said Merlin shaking his head in disbelief, he turned away from Lancelot, ashamed.

Ha, laughed Lancelot, "Respect Arthur, you're pulling my leg, do you no remember I ... well you saved his life and I wasn't even allowed to become a knight".

"Ok, first of all I saved his life", I started.

He cut me off.

"Yes, but he doesn't know that",.

"and second, that was his father's choice not Arthur's you know Arthur tried his hardest against his father's will to make you a knight", said Merlin.

"Father, son, King and Prince, they are all the same", spat Lancelot back.

"What are you saying Lancelot, you, used to want to protect this kingdom, now you're acting like ou don't care if you destroy it", asked Merlin curiously.

"Any friend of Camelot, is an enemy of mine", he said finally turning away from Merlin, a disgusted look on his face.

A look of realization struck Merlin's face. He had heard that phrase before, so had pretty much the entire of Camelot. A phrase most commonly associated with Morgana. He feared that name being involved more than anything, but now that it was he had no choice, he knew what needed to be done.

Lancelot knew the instance the words came out of his mouth he had said something wrong Lady Morgana will be mad at me, he thought to himself.

"Lancelot…You're in league with…with HER!" Spat Merlin furiously.

"Who?" asked Lancelot pretending not to know who Merlin meant.

"Don't do this Lancelot, don't pretend you don't know who I'm talking about", Said merlin, tears welling in his eyes, upset that Lancelot could betray him like this. Then something struck Merlin, if morgana had brought Lancelot back why would he not tell her that I have magic? Questions buzzed through his head when he came to one conclusion, he bowed his head and shut his eyes letting the silent tears slip down his burning face and he let them fall gracefully on to the pebble floor. Lancelot wasn't back, not really. He was enchanted by morgana under her spell. There was only one way he could be saved from her and be free, death.

Merlin raised his head his eyes fixed upon Lancelot he began to whisper quietly, Morte de lancelot de lac feya de morgana bethayer!. His voice became louder and clearer as so did his intentions, Lancelot knew hat he was doing yet could do nothing to stop him but plead. Merlin continued anyway the tears streaming down his face now. He chanted it again loudly his eyes turning a beautiful peaceful golden, but only for a second then they blazed red, and Lancelot's body lay still on the floor. He knelt by Lancelot's body and whispered for the last time,

Morte de lancelot de lac feya de morgana bethayer ...

Before he broke down crying.