In a fury of panic from his temporary blindness, Merlin thrashed around searching for something to ground him. He felt as though he was falling and the pain he felt as he crashed down on the floor confirmed his fear. He sat straight up blinking as his vision started to come back to him, spotty at best. He surveyed his surroundings. Quiet. No Morgana. A bedroom, small with just a bed, dresser, and window. Wait-there was something familiar. He shut his eyes tightly and reopened them to find that he was wrapped in his own covers, sitting on the floor of his own room.

There was a soft knock on the door. "Are you alright in there? I don't mean to pry but I heard a loud noise…" Gaius said timidly

Merlin smiled in relief at the sound of his mentor's voice. "You're still alive!" Merlin exclaimed as he jumped up and swung open the door. Merlin threw his arms around his old friend with a laugh.

"Of course I'm alive, Merlin. Why wouldn't I be?" Gaius arched his eyebrow as he pulled back from Merlin's embrace. "I'm not entirely comfortable with such open hugging from my apprentice either," Gaius scolded.

Merlin drew back, very confused. "I…but…. I thought Morgana had killed you….you never minded before?..." He stuttered out.

"HOW DARE YOU!" Gaius said in outrage. "How dare you slander the name of the King's ward, Lady Morgana? Merlin I warn you to mind your tongue and remember that I am doing Hunith a great service by taking you in but I am not bound by anything other than my kindness. And how could have you known my preference on physical embrace when I just met you but a few days ago?" Gaius finished in a huff, turning on his heel away from a dumbfounded Merlin.

"Now deliver these drafts and medicines before I throw you back on the street. I swear you've been more trouble than I could have imagined." Gaius said softly as his anger subsided.

Merlin could not believe what was happening, nothing was registering in his mind. "I thought I would take care of Arthur first…" Merlin was able to choke out the words as he looked around. Everything was so familiar but also so off. His head began to ache.

"Take care of Arthur?" Gaius said with a scoff, "Why so you can sleep in the dungeon again? I had hope you learned your lesson after last time," Gaius shook his head as he put the vials in Merlin's hand. "Now off with you,"

Merlin lamely walked out the door. His mind was going a mile a minute trying to grasp what was happening. He looked down at the vials of remedies in his hands. Why was Gaius making him do this stupid chore again? It had been years since he had to do something so trivial, especially since Arthur is his first priority and Arthur manages to take up the majority of his day.

"The last time I did this was my first days in Camelot," he mused. He stopped mid step. This day, his room, Gaius saying he had only known him for a few days, it all added up. This was his first days in Camelot. And based on the reference to the cell sleep over Gaius had made; Merlin estimated this was his third day in Camelot. Maybe fourth. Oh well unimportant currently when the small fact that time travel is impossible is considered. He had to test this. He had to retrace the steps he had taken over four years ago, to see if he was truly in the past.

He knocked on the door of the first delivery. The same old blind old man came to the door and Merlin pushed the vial into his hands. The man drank it down in one gulp just as Merlin remembered. He smiled nervously and turned away. "This can't be happening….how did she do this?..." Merlin fretted to himself. He then remembered his first encounter with Morgana, well not a mutual encounter per say but he remembered still. He weaved down the familiar route to Morgana's chambers, a route he hadn't walked in a long time. Would this be the Morgana of this time period or of his? He didn't know which he preferred. If it was his current Morgana at least he could press her for answers but a part of him wanted it to be the old Morgana. He could look upon her face and see goodness and innocence once again. "This is it" he steadied himself as he walked into the open chamber doors.

"Gwen? Is that you? Will you finish off my dress please?" Morgana asked sweetly from behind the curtain. Merlin stared in awe just like he had at this moment the first time. She was so lovely. He remembered the circumstances and cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry, milady, but it is not Gwen," He said with as much confidence he could muster.

She whipped her head, appraising him. Her eyes held anger for a brief moment before being replaced with her calm confidence he had become so familiar with.

"Well perhaps you can help me still?" She asked sweetly, through batted lashes.

So far she seemed like the old Morgana, a fact that relieved Merlin greatly. "Yes…um sure, milady," Merlin stammered out at the sight of Morgana's bare back in front of him. He began lacing with shaky hands and a million dirty thoughts racing through his mind. "All done," he said after a few torturous minutes of fumbling.

She turned around and flashed a heart stopping smile at him. "Thank you, Merlin," she cooed as she turned to leave.

"Wait," Merlin exclaimed, "How did you know my name?"

Morgana fidgeted uncomfortably at the question. "Well your Arthur's servant of course, why wouldn't I know your name?"

"Because I'm not Arthur's servant. Not yet at least. What have you done Morgana?" Merlin said sternly as he grabbed her wrist roughly.