A/N: Hi! I again have nothing to say other than: Sorry to the Lancey lovers! If I did own Merlin things would change. Like the nice Morgana staying. And no creepy alcoves for her to pull people into. Freya wouldn't have died. So therefore, I don't own Merlin.


And suddenly… a Morgana!

"Well," Morgause said, "It's better than the multiple fish/llamas that have randomly come out of nowhere."

"Please, Morgana, help! She's been torturing me!" Gwen cried.

"I told you not to harm our… guest." Morgana told Morgause.

"Oh, it was terrible, she kept saying 'sisssssster', and … augh!"

"Well, sissster," Morgause said while Gwen sobbed and curled into a ball, "I was practicing!"

"Well 'sissssster' , STOP!" Morgana shouted.

"Yes, yes, I'll get to that. How was the mission?"

"I killed the pretty one!" Morgana said, before breaking into 'Another One Bites the Dust'.

"Good. And what of Merlin and Arthur?"

"Well, it took time for Arthur to fully comprehend what was happening. And Merlin, he says he saved me the day he poisoned me."

"Well, that's a load of crap."

"What's happening?" Gwen asked.

"Never you mind." Morgause snapped.

"Why am I here?"

"To bring someone to the Dark Side." Morgana said.

"I swear cookies will work!" Morgause said.

"Really? Really? Isn't that to be expected? Obvious, maybe? Come to the Dark Side, we have cookies?"

"Exactly!"

"Anyways, Gwen, to answer your question, you're here for a plan that's not really fully formed yet."

"That doesn't sound… safe." Gwen said.

"You've been kidnapped, and you're worried about safety?"

"Well, I guess I'm outside Camelot, and therefore more likely to survive, but I just don't know."

Morgana hit her head on a wall.


A/N: I beg you, good sirs and ladies, please review!