I don't own either Merlin or The Inbetweeners.
So this is the second chapter to my cross-over, this one focuses on Morgana and Simon.
This story is based on the shipping of Morgana and Simon, which is strange but it's new.
So enjoy?

Simon was thrown into a cell, which made him skid across the floor. Groaning in pain, he sat up as he placed a hand on his forehead. "What have I done?" Simon mumbled to himself. He sighed, looking around the area. It had hay scattered on the hard floor, and it was very cold. "I'm living in a fucking state." Simon commented.

Morgana had rushed down the steps, heavily breathing. She couldn't believe what Uther was like these days. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Morgana checked left and right – No one seemed to be around. Although someone would have to be on duty just in case the man escaped. Moving around the corner, Morgana caught a glimpse of the man who was taken here for no reason.

Simon had looked at the floor helplessly, having a horrible feeling that he wasn't going to make it out of here. "It had to happen, it just had to happen." Simon moaned. He lifted his head up, resting it against the wall. In the corner of his eye, he could see someone there. His head turned to face her, and he stood up in shock. "Jesus, I didn't see you!" Simon admitted.

Morgana placed her hands on the bars, looking at him. "It's quite alright, I can be sneaky." Morgana confessed. She had a slight smile on her lips. "What's your name?" Morgana asked him.

"I'm Simon Cooper." Simon responded. He walked up to the cell door, looking at her. Never had he clasped his eyes on someone so beautiful, he felt his heart skip a beat. "And who are you?" Simon wondered.

"The Lady Morgana, but I wish I wasn't." Morgana answered. She hated being Uther's ward sometimes, but she was stuck with him. "Uther is such a fool." Morgana hissed.

Simon had his eyes wide; oh he had no chance with her. Wait… What was he thinking? He had only just met her. "My Lady, I don't know who you are talking about." Simon confessed.

"He is the King, Simon." Morgana simply stated. She looked at him, having fear within her eyes. "I don't know what he is going to do to you, but I hope that you can be proven innocent." Morgana admitted. Her fingers wiggled around the bars of the cell, her eyes looking down to the floor. "Anyway, how did you just randomly appear in the room?" Morgana wondered. She lifted her head back up to look at him.

Simon had shrugged his shoulders, not sure of a simple way to explain it. Then it hit him, he looked up at her directly. "I was just walking, and the next thing I knew, I started to fade away." Simon told her. That was all he could say, he didn't see anyone or anything strange before he landed here. Simon had no idea that he was speaking to the King earlier. "Oh God, I actually swore at the King." Simon realised.

Morgana had chuckled a little bit at him, a smile creeping up on her lips. "Don't worry; I'm sure he didn't hear you." Morgana assured him. But she couldn't be to certain about that. Swallowing lightly, Morgana had moved her hands away from the bars. "But, where did you come from?" Morgana asked him. Something seemed different about Simon; he wasn't like the men here in Camelot. Morgana could sense that difference within him, and it made her blush a light colour.

"Last place I was at, it was Rudge Park Comprehensive." Simon answered. He breathed out. "It's in London." Simon added on. He looked at her, hoping that she knew where London was.

Morgana started at him with confusion, she shook her head. "I don't know where that is." Morgana admitted to him. It wasn't the fact that she was being an idiot; she really had no clue where London was. "But just to let you know, you are in Camelot. So I guess I should say welcome." Morgana informed him.

Simon had widened his eyes. "Whoa, I've gone back in time." Simon commented. But how was that possible? He looked shocked. Simon looked at Morgana, having a little panic. "I am a long way from home." Simon concluded. His head rested against the bars, eyes closing off. "How?" Simon simply asked.

"I wish I could answer that, but I can't." Morgana said to him. She felt sorry for him, even though she had only just met him. Her green irises shimmered, and she placed a hand back on a bar. "You will get out of here, I can promise you that." Morgana promised him. She was true to her word; there was no way that she would let him stay in here. "There is no way that I am letting this happen to you; I don't believe that you possess any kind of magic." Morgana said.

Simon opened his eyes and lifted his head up, looking at her now. "I can only hope I get back home somehow." Simon commented. His fingers touched her hand, which made him have a shiver go down his spine. "Where I come from, magic isn't around anymore." Simon explained.

Morgana had looked down at the contact made; she felt a spark of life enter her body. It was a weird feeling, but it made her smile. "Just believe in yourself, as you can't lie to yourself." Morgana advised him. Looking up at him, she gave out one nod. "Sorry, I have to go." Morgana quietly said.

"Don't leave me down here alone." Simon begged her. He was horrified, just in case someone would kill him while he slept. "This place is new to me; I don't know what could happen here." Simon reasoned. His fingers remained where they were, he didn't want to move them.

"Nothing will happen to you, not down here." Morgana vowed. She breathed in, she wished she could stay down here, but she was unable to. "I'll come back down to see you." Morgana assured him. A small smile now was on her lips. "You are nice to talk to, and I'd like to get to know you better." Morgana commented. She moved her hand away from the bar, taking some steps back as she slowly turned to go back the way she came.

Simon had watched her go, and he was back to feeling helpless again. His fingers gripped around the bars, feeling the cold material against his skin. "Great, she has gone." Simon mumbled. He pushed himself away from the bars, walking backwards for a short while. Simon could feel something wonderful, he felt happier around her. It made him forget about Carli for the moment, which was strange for him. He turned to see the small window there, some sunlight peeping through. There was a chance that he wouldn't see the sunlight again, but he couldn't give up hope. Sighing gently, Simon walked up to the small window to see the sky. It was very beautiful to him; it made him feel slightly sane.

Morgana had made it back into the corridors of the castle, breathing out get over what just happened down in the cells. There was an emotion there, and she couldn't deny it. She had stopped in the middle of the quiet corridor, a hand on her stomach as she had butterflies in her stomach. "He's out of my league." Morgana whispered to herself. If only she could be with someone who wasn't a noble. It was all a dream, a wish, and Morgana had a gut feeling that nothing would ever happen. Walking on down the corridor, she started to think of a way to get Simon out of there.

Simon had sat back down on the floor, his back against the wall. "She is out of my league, and I'd never see her again." Simon mumbled to himself. His hand went on the side of his head, wondering what would happen. He feared that death would be the worst thing, and that was what he personally believed would happen to him. Simon hadn't really lived for so long; he wanted to have a life before he died. Due to him being stuck here, he had a possibility of losing the chance of living. What was he thinking? He couldn't just give up and accept his possible fate! He needed to act against this; he needed to prove that he wasn't the bad guy. Simon had started to do some thinking in his head.

Again this one is shortish, but I will try and get it longer.
The next chapter will be about Morgana getting Simon out of the cells.
Review? I will love you guys forever, and maybe I'll do another one some time in the future[:
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