Plotting, Talking, Smirking and Figuring

Chapter Four of Stranger Things Are Matters of the Heart

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, but I can chew gum, talk, text, walk and listen to music at the same time!

"Gaius!" Gwen yelled before thinking about how the news would wreak the elderly man, "Never mind!"

This was so strange! Usually if something of this sort happened she'd go directly to Merlin or Gaius, but neither were an option. Then she realized another thing- Why had Gaius been so weak lately? Was everyone enchanted? Was she herself enchanted? She hoped she wasn't usually so blind to others, because, as she was ashamed to admit, it took her months to she things were wrong.

Arthur, she thought, I didn't need an enchantment, I'm grieving.

She had to find someone to help her regardless, Gwen didn't know anything about magic. She thought about anyone she'd adventured with before and came up with- Lancelot.

There where problems that came with him, the whole love tension around them and how he'd broke her heart on their last meeting. Oh, and Gwen had no idea where he was or how to find him.

This was going to be absolutely wonderful, wasn't it? Gwen was going to have to plot treason with strangers.

…

Arthur Pendragon, the former heir to the throne of Camelot, scowled deeply, pacing about his lonely cell. His inability to do anything had been really getting to him lately. He wasn't the kind to whine and sulk- he'd always attacked whatever bothered him before - so the forced seclusion was disastrous to his nerves. But, he growled grimly, she knew that, didn't she?

Morgana had always known how he ticked, that way she could be absolutely satisfied how she could quench her temper. Ever since they where young she'd wreak vengeance as painfully as she could, hitting exactly where it hurt. However, until this he'd never thought she was doing it to be evil; Everyone knew the Lady Morgana was a force to be reckoned with, but she wasn't mean. Until now.

Now his father was dead, his friend wasan evil sorcerer and his love he'd never see again. Oh, and Morgana…

Arthur had tried to escape for months and although he was to stubborn to stop trying, he had no hope. The former prince was crushed in spirit, his wrists were… he'd rather not think about them. Being shackled with two yards of slack was neither comfortable nor painless.

He sighed again.

Something big roared, something so big Arthur could feel the vibrations.

"Again?" He called, "I can't imagine what you'd be, but I'd think you would be one of Morgana's monsters." He rolled his eyes, "This is what it's come to, talking to monsters. I used to slay monsters you know? Big ones, small ones… all at command. I've realized that, or I've always known, even though I was a prince I was the one getting ordered about. If there was even a sneeze of magic I'd go out and deal with it. Somehow, with all those missions, I couldn't recognize it myself. So I got tricked as I told you before.

"So monster, can you even hear me? I've been talking to you for weeks and-"

Yes, I've heard every whining word, young princeling,

the Dragon responded in a bored tone, Now have you heard anything I have said?

But the former prince was still deaf to magic.

…

"Morgana?"

"Yes?" Morgana turned her head to face him, steadying the big white horse below her.

Merlin stroked his mare absentmindedly,

"I think I'm under an enchantment."

"WHAT?" Morgana blurted before she could think, forcing herself to calm down she adjusted her face to a slightly concerned\ are you joking expression she had practiced in the mirror fifty-seven times, "Why would you say that?"

"I can't remember much from before our wedding."

"That's sweet Merlin!"

"Morgana, I'm serious. There is just a… a big gap. It is possible someone could have spelled me-"

"Morgause would never let that happen."

"Well I don't think its natural." Merlin said with a flash of temper,

"You doubt my sisters word?" Morgana glared at him,

"Ye-no. Why would I? She's the best at what she does, and family. I…"

Morgana sped up, forcing her husband to drop the subject. She felt a smirk coming on. Her perfect smirk Morgause had taught her after Uther fell. The smirk she'd practiced a thousand and eight-hundred eighty-three times. So she smirked. Things were going to get interesting for her beloved.

…

"Morgause! Morgause!" Morgana called to her sister, frightened and confused,

The blond knight rushed in, fearing something had gone terribly wrong,

"Morgana? What is it sssissster?"

Morgana stood to the side of Arthur's servant, hugging herself,

"He- he- he," She finally just pointed at him, "Tri-tried to pois- He has magic! And he didn't poison me. But… HE HAS MAGIC!"

"What?" Morgause asked incredulously, "Slow down sssissster Tell me what happened!"

Morgana eventually recounted everything, although it took a while. Morgause was completely stunned at this discovery about Merlin, especially when she consulted her lore.

"Sssisster? I think that makes him to be Emrys, the greatest warlock of all time!"

"He… is?"

Author's Note:

Special thanks to my latest reveiwers-

Again, I'm thanking all you epicipipical people who review, favorite and follow this story. All of you readers are awesome. Give yourself a high five (or a turkey if you know what it is, they're cool to), eat a cookie, collect the virtual ones I'm giving you {by the way… (#) (#) (#)].

Jissai , Haley Renee , Shalimar , Kitty O and merlingirl for reviewing last chapter.

To Jissai- Thanks for pointing that out, I'm not real good at describing things without messing up the flow of the story, so I'm trying to work on it. Next chapter will have a lot more description. This one sadly doesn't have much because *glares at Arthur, Arthur rants that I'm the reason he's in this mess* someone would rather whine oh so angst-ily when I was trying to describe the Cell. Pretty much it's a small stone grey, dark, cold, room with rotting straw on the floor. So yeah, I'll try harder next time J