A/N: Hello everyone, a new chapter! And I have to say this one's rather quick! I'm not going to say much about it, only that in the future chapters there will be more Morgana and Mordred... So please enjoy and tell me what you thought of it!
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Merlin coughed as he clutched his left hand against his side, trying to stop the blood from pouring out. He had to do something, he couldn't go on like this... He leaned against a wall before sliding down. He had to get his mind together, he had to think of an plan.
A slight growl left his lips, maybe... maybe he could make it to Mordred. The man was close, maybe a few blocks... it was his best guess, he would pass out before he would reach his own apartment or that of Gwaine.
He hissed as he stood up, slowly starting to make his way to Mordred.
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He was reading a book when he felt it. Mordred head snapped around as he threw the book to the side before rushing to the window. He felt Merlin's magic and... and the man's distress, something was wrong, so terribly wrong.
He opened the window and looked outside. What he saw captured his breath and he quickly climbed out of the window and onto the fire stairs, taking the other man in his arms. 'Merlin? Merlin!' He shouted in panic as he looked concerned at his friend, waiting for an response. The warlock coughed before he opened his eyes and two deep blue orbs stared up at him, the eyes looked blurry and that definitely worried him. 'What have you done?' Mordred mumbled as he clutched Merlin tighter against his chest and with the smaller man in his arms he stood up, taking him inside.
But as he laid the other on the couch he noticed all the blood and his heart skipped a beat, this couldn't be happening... this wasn't happening! 'Merlin, you stupid idiot!' He immediately turned away, grabbing a pair of scissors and one of his shirts of the table before turning back. Confusion spread over his face as he eyed his friend's cloths, but he would ask that later, now he had to do something. He cut the shirt away before pushing his own against the wound. 'Tell me what happened?'
The warlock glanced up at him through blurry and tears filled eyes. '... G-glass... hurts..' He mumbled and Mordred nodded that he understood. He took a deep breath before he let his magic spread over Merlin's familiar body, he let his magic examine the wound and to his relieve there was no glass in the wound, which made it all easier.
'Okay, I'm going to search for the right spell and you just wait here.' It was said as he gave the other a reassuring squeeze in the hand.
Mordred quickly hurried to the other room, almost throwing his books out of the bookcase as he searched for the right one. 'Where is that stupid book.' He shouted to himself before cursing. After another minute he found the book and a bright smile spread over his face before he hurried back to the living room.
'Mor?' It was Merlin's concerned voice as he kneeled down next to him.
Mordred looked at him, at the other's to pale skin, at his beautiful sky blue eyes and those full lips... The one he had loved since he was little. 'Everything will be alright.' He answered warm before he opened the book and searched for the right spell. He turned Merlin slightly on his side so he could see the wound better before powerful words left his lips. ' forbærning þes bealubenn.' As soon as the words left his lips a warm and bright light spread over Merlin's pale skin, engulfing the wound with light. Merlin groaned slightly in pain before his face softened.
He stared at the wound as the light faded, it wasn't completely healed, but far enough that it would heal on its own in just a few days. It was the best he could do...
Merlin had quickly fallen asleep after the spell and Mordred just stared at his face, one that was still pale, but not as white as it had been before. He reached for it, Mordred's hand slightly caressing the cheek before brushing a lock of hair to the side. 'Oh Merlin.' He mumbled, loving the sound of the boy's name on his tong, the touch under his fingers and the sight of his eyes.
Somewhere in his heart he was delighted that it was him that Merlin came to and not Gwaine or... or Arthur. The name alone made anger rise in his heart, how dared that lowlife Pendragon even to touch Merlin, sweet innocent Merlin... Innocent... He eyed the cloths and realization spread in his mind. Those cloths... they were-, no they couldn't be...
'Merlin's 'the Watcher'.' He spoke in shock and his eyes shifted back to the boy's face. 'But your eyes...'
A deep sigh left his lips, he would ask that later, but for now he had other thing to do. He couldn't let Merlin stay in those dirty cloths, so he started to undress the little raven as a deep blush was spread on his cheeks. He got one of his own pajamas and hid the thorn up cloths in the bottom of his closet, while placing the few belongings Merlin had with him on the table.
A thought stroke him and he went back to the window, eyeing the blood drops outside and he narrowed his eyes. It would lead everyone that followed 'the Watcher' straight to his apartment... and to Merlin. He took a deep breath before his eyes turned golden. 'ácwíne.' He spoke softly and the red liquid started to disappear.
He went back to Merlin and sat next to him, eyeing the man with the love he felt for him. Mordred watched over him for the rest of the night and most of the morning. He wasn't sure what to do, but he figured that Merlin would wake up on his own.
It was around noon that he heard a loud noise and he turned around to see that Merlin's phone was vibrating. He quickly went over to the table and he eyed the phone with curiosity, should he... It was when he looked at the display that his heart tightened. 'Arthur.' It was nothing more than a hiss. He bit his lip, but answered the call and he held the phone to his ear.
'Merlin!' It was Arthur's loud voice ringing in his ear. 'Where are you? We were supposed the meet, right?'
A slight grin spread over his face. 'I'm sorry, but this isn't Merlin.'
It was quiet for a moment. 'Then who?'
'Mordred.'
'Where's Merlin?' The other's voice slightly angered, it seems that the blond didn't like him either. Not that he cared for it, he didn't want that man's friendship.
He let out a small laugh. 'Sleeping.' He heard Arthur gasp on the other side of the line and it encouraged him to go further. 'He has been here for most of the night and I must say we quite enjoyed ourselves.'
'What have-.'
'I'm going to hang up now, bye.' With that said he pushed the red button before turning the cell phone off. He would have Merlin for himself for a few more hours. He turned back to his spot next to Merlin, watching the man with love and care.
It was almost half an hour later that Merlin's eyes started to twitch before they slowly opened and his beautiful blue eyes blinked in confusion. 'Mordred?' He sat up, but as he did this he let out a deep hiss of pain and his hand shot to his now bandaged side.
'Just should lie down!' Mordred said panicked as he pushed him back.
'What happened?'
He laughed. 'That's what I would like to know.' He gave the man a small smile. 'I found you, half unconscious outside my house, your side...' He didn't finish his words, knowing that Merlin already knew what he meant. 'I fixed you up with a spell, but... I wasn't able to completely heal it.'
Merlin blinked at him and felt once more at the place of his wound, bandaged were wrapped around it and a bit of blood stained the white fabric, but it was clear that it had already stopped bleeding. 'Thank you.'
Mordred nodded. 'Do you want something to eat and drink?'
'Yes, please. But not too much, I still feel a bit dizzy.'
Without another word Mordred left and he soon returned with tea and bread, knowing that both needed to eat. They ate in silence as he watched Merlin, it seemed that Merlin already knew what he was going to ask, he saw the fear in the other's eyes, but he still wanted to know.
He took another sip of his tea before he asked. 'Those cloths... you're him, aren't you?'
Merlin's eyes fell and he placed the bread back on the plate. 'I...'
'You shouldn't lie to me!'
'Fine... Yes, I am.' Merlin gulped. 'You aren't going to tell anyone, right?'
Mordred laughed. 'Of course not, you're my best friend!' He almost felt hurt hearing those words, but he understood why. 'Just rest some more and I want to hear more stories later.' The two of them smiled at each other.
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Morgana closed the door and leaned against it, the beginning of tears in her eyes. Why was that man like this? This dark and filled with anger? That man... her father.
She was sure she could ever tell him her biggest secret, that she was what he hated, what he used for his dark work. She had magic, she was magic. She had always felt it in her veins and since a short time she could call it forward, using it to move small objects or create little flames. It started with dreams, she could look in the future with them, it was how she knew who Arthur would love. A small smile spread over the witch her lips, in her mind they had looked so happy, so deeply in love.
But it wasn't this topic her father's outburst was about, it was about this stupid piece of paper.
She quickly made her way towards her brother's room, her mind still with her own problem... maybe she should talk about it with her brother.
Morgana opened the door and her eyes searched for her brother. It took less than a second before she spotted him, he looked at his phone with a mix of confusion, anger and fear. 'Arthur?' His head snapped around, eyeing her with a bit of shock.
'Morgana.' He quickly stood up. 'What's it?'
She sighed. 'Father wants you.' She handed him the paper. 'About this.'
His eyes grew wide as he saw the article and the blood drained out of his face. Morgana looked once more at it, what stood out was the picture of him kissing Merlin.
