Hello again! I plan to have another chapter out of Merlin's memories tomorrow! I just have to write it.

icarusLSU: That is indeed my goal since the past was never really mention in the series.

Bagel-chan: Thanks! I hope you enjoy what is to come.

Bri: You should ROFL when you read this.

shelle-ma-belle: Thank you! And I shall update a lot in the next few days.

morganafan89: Awwww! I'm glad my story gives you something to look forward to! I hope something good and exciting happens to you soon.

Procrastination Is My Game: Thanks! I just thought of it at work. It's sort of a prequel, but will mention some stuff that is going on in the other story. In fact, each chapter will move with BBF.

Aly G: I agree. Flashback episodes should have been a must. I always wonder how they became the characters they were and what happened in their lives, especially Merlin's. Because you get a decent amount of backstory with Arthur and Morgana, more than with Merlin or Gwen. You don't even know what happened to Gwen's mother, or Morgana's, but I will be coming up with something about that as well.

I hope that you all are having a great week and I hope this chapter makes you laugh a little.

I don't own Merlin!

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It had been nearly a week since Morgana had left them and Merlin had just gotten out of the nursery where a screaming toddler had been throwing things around the room in a tantrum. She had been asking for her Gana all week and when she didn't appear Ellie threw a fit. Gwen and Arthur were weathering the storm as much as they could but for the most part it was Merlin's job now to keep her happy and hurting him seemed to make her the happiest. They had the new baby, little Meighan to keep happy and fed, which didn't take much, but having two little ones under 2 had taken its toll even in the week after she had been born.

Merlin waved at Gaius, who nodded back at him and he went into his room and shut the door. His stomach rumbled with hunger but he wasn't interested in feeding it, wasn't interested in getting up or doing anything other than sleeping. It wasn't long before his eyes closed and he lost consciousness…

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Merlin realized that he was dreaming the moment he opened his eyes and saw instead of his room, the feasting hall at Camelot. There were lights and sounds and smells of delicious food. But he was seeing it from a small vantage point, one that just reached over the tables.

Morgana looked around the room from her father's side as she ate another bit of the duck that had been served to her. When she had entered Camelot for the first time it had been the most amazing experience of her life, it was so much bigger than Cornwall, where she had lived her entire life. Her father and consequently, Morgana, had been invited to Arthur's 7th birthday party and her father had asked her if she had wanted to go. Being the naturally curious and adventurous little girl she was, she had readily agreed and after a day of packing they set off for the castle. She had been interested to see the prince and when she did see him she thought he was rather cute. Her father had said something about Prince Arthur looking just like his mother, but before she could ask him about it, Uther had made an appearance and went to embrace his friend. They hugged and clapped their arms together in the way that some of her father's men and her father had done. It must be some sort of boy thing she had decided long ago and Uther looked down at her. His green-blue eyes looked her over carefully and he smiled down at her, "Your daughter is looking beautiful, Gorlois. Hello Morgana." He directed the first at her father and she blushed with the compliment.

"Hello, your majesty." She had curtsied like she had been taught to by her Nini and when she stood up she had come nearly nose to nose with the princeling, who had been standing behind his father and had wanted to look at the new girl. He had stormy blue eyes that twinkled with mischief and a rounded face that Morgana thought was cute. He was tall for 7, Morgana being about 8 ½ and he looked her over. She did not bow to him, "Hello Prince Arthur."

"Hello, Lady Morgana." He gave a smile and she extended her hand. When he kissed it she blushed and almost jerked it out of his grip. Gorlois said something to Uther that made him chuckle, but when she looked up at the King he was staring at her intently again and it made her uncomfortable.

Gorlois ushered her away from the King and Prince to the guest suite and that is where Morgana stayed until the feast. So here she was, sitting next to her father and watched as Arthur, the boy she had thought was so nice, bully a servant boy. He threw pieces of food onto the ground and made the servant pick them up, then pushed him over when he bent down. Morgana had come to the conclusion that he was a prat and the little girl did not like that one bit. She continued to watch Arthur, who was very careful not to let his father see his mischief and her opinion of him grew less and less fond. Several other children of the nobility were also here and they cheered on Arthur as he made a fool of the staff.

It wasn't until later, when they were free to roam around that Morgana had decided to put a stop to it. She saw him play another trick on the poor little boy before she marched up to him, "Stop it." She commanded and put her body right in front of Arthur, staring at him with their noses mere inches apart. She had hoped to intimidate him, because bullies were sometimes easily intimidated, which is something her father taught her.

Arthur laughed and looked her over, not looking the least bit intimidated, but he did take a step back, "Why? I'm a prince He's my servant. I can do what I want." He spoke childishly, like the spoiled prince he was and as the boy tried to go past Arthur he held out his foot and made the boy stumble. The other children laugh as he tried to right himself.

"I said stop it. Prince's don't treat people like that." She moved around Arthur and helped the boy up.

What do you know? You're just a girl. Girls are dumb." He pushed her forward too, and she nearly fell onto her hands and knees, but by some miracle she righted herself in time.

"I'm smarter than you, you clay-brained lout." She spun around and nailed him with another stare. She was quite proud of her insult, having heard one of the kitchen staff saying it earlier in the week.

"What did you call me?" Arthur crowded her and in the process pushed her back again.

"You heard me. If you were really a prince then you would be kind, not mean and real princes don't hit girls." She stood up taller, meeting his gaze as she righted herself. Ladies didn't push back, even though she really wanted to.

"Who told you that?"

"My father."

"Your father? Well what is he then? A duke? My father's the king and I'm going to be king and kings don't take orders from girls. So that means that whatever your father says is stupid too then…." Arthur had barely gotten the sentence out when Morgana's fist impacted with Arthur's nose and he fell flat on his backside.

Morgana stood over him with her fist clenched at her side, "Take it back."

"No! Your father is stupid and I'm going to have you whipped for hittin' me!" Blood had started to fall from his nose and he got up. "I'm your prince. You have to do what I say."

"No I don't." she argued.

"Yes, you do." He shoved Morgana back and she hit a chair. Her hip throbbed in sharp pain and she winced. The adults hadn't seen much of the exchange; otherwise they would have prevented the squabble that happened next.

Morgana launched herself at the prince and tackled him to the ground. She couldn't remember what happened next, because they were rolling around on the floor and trying to bite and pull each other's hair and shouting things to each other. Hands suddenly wrapped around her midsection as she was hauled off the prince and she screeched, "He's a mean, stupid boy! Put me down!"

"That's enough!" Gorlois voice sounded in her ear at the same time as Uther asked.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" the King's booming voice made her cringe and jerk back with fear.

Morgana ceased her struggles and saw Arthur in Uther's arms looking rumpled and with a bloody nose, which gave her a little bit of a smug satisfaction, "He started it! He called you stupid! And he was being mean to that servant!" she shrieked.

"She's lying! She hit me first! She's crazy father! It's my birthday!" Arthur yelled and Morgana started to struggle in Gorlois arms.

"Liar! Liar!" Gorlois hauled her off and Uther followed, carrying a squirming Arthur who was yelling things at Morgana as they walked. Gorlois opened the closest door and went inside. He set her down on the floor and Uther followed.

"What the hell is going on? There is no reason to act like that." Gorlois knelt down to her level and met her eyes.

Morgana started to fake cry, "Daddy. He was being mean to the servant boy and you said that princes were nice and never mean and he was tripping him and pushing him and I didn't like it so I told him to stop and he didn't then he called me stupid and you stupid and I didn't like that then he pushed me so I hit him back." The words were all blurred into one big sentence as big, fat tears rolled down her cheeks.

She glanced over at the other two out of the corner of her eye and Uther was lecturing his son in harsh, but quiet tones and the boy was looking sad, rather meek and looked on the verge of tears, but he didn't cry. She saw Uther's hand on his shoulder's squeezing tightly and for a strange moment felt sorry for him.

"Morgana Le Fay. That is no reason to hit anyone. I don't care what he called you or me. It's not respectful or kind to do that and I always have taught you to be kind. He is your prince, whether you like him or not, you have to respect him. You brought shame on our house doing what you just did in the middle of the room. Now I want you to apologize to him and you are going to go to your room. You don't get to have any more fun tonight. You hear me?" His brown eyes bored into hers.

"Yes daddy." Morgana nodded at him meekly, feeling bad about her actions now that her father was ashamed of them.

Gorlois pulled her into a hug and whispered, "That was a great punch though." Morgana grinned at the praise and turned to face the King and Prince with a now neutral look.

Uther had a hard look on his face and his hand was a heavy weight on Arthur's shoulder. "My son would like to apologize for his indiscretion."

"As would my daughter." Gorlois responded and urged Morgana forward.

Morgana curtsied, "I'm sorry, Prince. I should not have hit you."

"I shouldn't have called your father stupid…or pushed you…even if you did deserve it." Arthur said sulkily and Uther's gaze bored holes into the back of his head.

"Arthur…." He growled out.

"No! It's fine." Morgana said suddenly, not wanting him to yell again.

Gorlois laughed, breaking the tension, "Maybe we shouldn't do what we discussed earlier, Uther. I don't know if your son would be able to handle Morgana. She's a spirited one."

Uther chuckled, "I think you might be right."

"They fight like a brother and sister and they've only just met." Gorlois observed and walked around Morgana to kneel in front of Arthur, "Respect is usually earned, Prince. You were born with a lot of respect already handed to you. Use your power wisely, not to torment little servant boys, because one day they might be in a position to save your life and if you treat them badly, they might not." The words were a little much for a boy of seven but he nodded.

"Sorry for calling you stupid." Arthur responded to the older man.

"Apology accepted." Gorlois lifted himself off the floor and Uther escorted his son roughly out of the room. When they left Gorlois sighed, "That poor boy."

Morgana was confused, "What? Why is he poor? He's mean."

"You are far too young to understand, but one day you will. Arthur is a very lonely boy."

"He's a prince. How can he be lonely?" Her father wrapped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a hug. She looked up at him and he down at her.

"You are a mess, child. Look at that hair and your dress."

"Did you see his hair and his clothes?" She reached up and Gorlois hefted her up with a grunt and she kissed his beard and sneezed when it tickled her nose.

"Come along, Morgana, to bed with you." Gorlois carried Morgana from the room to her bed where she wondered what her father had meant about Arthur being lonely as Gorlois read her a story for her to fall asleep to.

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Merlin opened his eyes at the end of the dream to find the sun rising in his window. Another dream… another memory of Morgana's. That must have been the first time they met. Merlin chuckled. Even back then they acted like brother and sister and Merlin got a real glimpse into some of Arthur's past as well. No wonder Arthur doted on his daughters with Uther as such a strict parent. It was her father who taught her all of her values, the one who wanted her to stand up for the right thing. She even tried to put Arthur in his place. Gaius's voice filtered through his door, "Breakfast is ready!"

Merlin threw off the covers and joined Gaius for breakfast. He was starting to understand more and more about Morgana even after she was away.

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Alright. We all know Arthur was a giant prat before Merlin came to him. And it's the only child syndrome coupled with the prince syndrome. Uther never seemed to show Arthur a lot of love…and I think Bradley and Tony even say that. It was all about being acknowledged and making Uther proud even though he did love his son he never really told him that.

This is totally fiction btw, but I imagine that is what their first meeting would have been like, especially with how Morgana acted towards him in the series and his bratty ways.