Aaaah, my lovely readers. It feels so good to relax and procrastinate doing any work :P

Yup, things are starting to pick up a bit, and I think I'm starting to form a proper storyline (I'm really just taking this as it comes ^^;)

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"Melvin, what's going on? You said you had information about the break-in," Leon frowned as he met Merlin halfway.

"Yeah… I may or may not have been entirely truthful about that," Merlin shrugged sheepishly. "But I couldn't think of another way to get you to come!"

"You know this is serious, right? And lying to an officer is an offense. You shouldn't take something like this so lightly. The perpetrators may not have taken anything but that doesn't make the situation any less serious."

"I used to lie to the king and the worst I got was the stocks. Trust me, I probably know better than anyone the seriousness of a seemingly insignificant event. But I think it's time to put it all aside for a few hours at least. Your life will be miserable if you only focus on the negative and don't take any time to relax and enjoy yourself."

Leon was looking at him with an indecipherable look. It was probably the comment about the king that had done it, but Merlin was hoping little hints would help jog the First Knight's memories.

"Melvin…"

"No, that's not my name, and somewhere, deep down, you know it."

Leon's expression was leaning more towards disbelief.

"Come on, Leon. You know who I am." Merlin looked over his shoulder at his friends watching them impatiently. "And you know who they are. And you know you want to stay and have lunch with us; it's been 1500 years, after all."

Leon's face became unreadable once more and he took a small step back. If Merlin didn't know better, he would think the man was preparing to get as far away from him as possible. If it was anyone else, they would have thought him mad.

"No, sorry, I have work to do," Leon said hesitantly, turning and distractedly walking back towards his car.

"Sir Leon."

Leon stopped dead in his tracks.

"First Knight of Camelot under the reign of King Arthur. One of the members of the Round Table. We went on a lot of quests together. Despite being only a servant, you and the other knights were all my friends. Raids, the Dorocha, various attacks from magical creatures, vengeful sorcerers and Morgana. We were by Arthur's side as he became king. We were by his side when Uther died. We stood proud beside him right until the end – at Camlan. And even after that. We stayed by Gwen as she ruled as the sole monarch. I was by your side when you took your dying breaths. I know you remember me, Leon. You wouldn't have come to find me that day if you didn't."

Slowly, Leon turned and stared Merlin in the eye, his face easily giving away the mixture of emotions assaulting him. Sadness, hope, recognition, joy…

"…Merlin?"

Merlin smiled his signature grin and that was all the confirmation the knight needed. The next thing he knew, Leon had closed the distance between them and had pulled him into an embrace. Merlin stood rooted in shock momentarily. Leon had never really been one to hug; especially him. He was always so serious and dutiful.

"So they weren't just dreams…"

"No, they weren't," Merlin chuckled. "Now, there are some people over there who are dying to see you."

Leon allowed Merlin to lead him over to the group of people seated on the picnic rug. He had barely managed to get a word out before he was practically swamped by people. Merlin couldn't help but laugh as poor Sir Leon was fussed over, forced to sit down, and was handed a plate, which signaled that they were finally allowed to eat.

They weren't all reunited – there were still some missing; Gwaine, Lancelot, Gaius – but it was a start, and a promise that they would all, eventually, be able to sit together like this and just enjoy each other's company without worrying about threats and battles.


Morgana was in a good mood, humming to herself as she walked up the path to her townhouse. The day had been a big success; she had been able to spend time with the people from her old life that had been found – excluding the dragons, though she would have loved for them to be there – and had been given the chance to apologise to those she had yet to talk to. They had been nervous around her at first, giving her sideways glances as though preparing to detain her should she suddenly turn out to be evil.

She didn't care how long it took; she would make it up to them. She wasn't who she used to be.

She was unprepared for the sight that greeted her as she unlocked her front door. There, sitting on the lower steps of the staircase, was Morgause.

Morgana gasped, eyes widening, and quickly slammed the door shut once more. She stood there, on the doorstep, for a moment, before rapidly backpedaling until she was standing by the road, breaking into an all-out sprint in the museum's general direction.

What was Morgause doing there? In her house, no less! In the past, Morgause had convinced her to turn against the people she cared about; she could not – would not – let that happen again.

She needed to get to Merlin.

Whipping out her mobile, Morgana pressed Merlin's assigned speed dial and held the phone to her ear, begging in an undertone for him to pick up.

"Morgana? What's up?"

"Merlin, thank goodness!" her voice shook. "I-it's Morgause! She was there! She–"

"Morgana, stop. Morgause? What about her?"

"Merlin, she… she was there; in my house! I think she was waiting for me!"

The line as quiet for so long, Morgana wondered if maybe the connection had been lost. "Merlin?"

"Sister!"

Morgana stood stock-still, her whole body tense. She would recognise that voice anywhere, and it was the last one she wanted to hear. Very slowly, keeping the phone to her ear in case the connection somehow recovered, she turned on the spot to face a somewhat flustered looking Morgause.

"I'm sorry for frightening you," Morgause said apologetically, taking a step forwards.

Morgana instinctively took one back.

The blonde frowned, taking in her sister's almost hysterical appearance. "Do you not remember me?" she asked slowly, as if only just realising that waiting for someone in their house who doesn't know you is not exactly a good idea.

Morgana stared for a moment, not sure how to answer. Either way, she knew Morgause would want to pick up where they left off, unless she too had seen the error of her ways. Maybe she could convince the witch that they were wrong…

"Morgause," she spoke in a whisper.

Morgause broke into a beaming smile. "How I have missed you, sister," she said, moving forwards with outstretched arms.

Morgana didn't move and Morgause quickly let her arms dropped to her sides.

"Is everything alright?" she asked in concern.

Oh, how Morgana had missed that unconditional love Morgause had shown her. But, regardless of how much she loved the blonde, she couldn't hurt them again, not after they had shown they were willing to move on.

"Where do you stand?" Morgana wiped away the tears that had formed in her eyes.

"What?"

"Morissa!"

Morgana slowly turned towards the source of the whisper-shouting of her new name to see Merlin hiding in the crevice between two buildings. How had he gotten there so fast? She lowered her phone and pressed the end-call button before slipping it into her pocket.

"What do you mean?" Morgause didn't seem to have noticed the warlock.

Merlin peered around the corner, taking a quick look at the blonde before ducking back out of sight.

"Morgana?"

She realised she had been taking too long to answer and quickly looked back at Morgause. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I didn't understand what you were asking. What do you mean, 'where do I stand'?"

"Morissa! There you are!"

Both women turned to see a young blonde man hurrying towards them. Morgana's brow furrowed in confusion. She had no idea who this man was, but he apparently knew her. He stopped a few paces from her and rested his hands on his knees while he fought to catch his breath.

"I've been trying to call you but the line wouldn't connect," the newcomer explained, standing up to his full height. "Peter wants you to cover Marg's shift." He shifted his attention to Morgause, an apologetic smile gracing his lips. "Sorry, you don't mind if I borrow her for a bit, do you?"

"Actually, I–"

"Great," the man cut Morgause off and grabbed Morgana by the arm, starting to pull her down the street. "Come on, before Pete loses his head!"

Morgana allowed herself to be towed away, grateful for the save, even if she had no idea who her saviour was. The man kept glancing over his shoulder, as if making sure Morgause wasn't following. After they turned down the fifth corner and into a secluded alley – at which point Morgana was beginning to get very worried – he stopped and released her, staring her straight in the eye.

"Sorry, are you okay?"

"I… who are you?" Morgana managed.

The man looked quizzical, as if she had just asked a stupid question, before his eyes widened in recognition. "Oh, here," he chuckled. "Edcierr æt mín sóþfæst híw."

She could only watch with a mixture of awe and disbelief as the blonde man before her began to change, practically melting until, before her, stood Merlin. She stared dumbstruck for a moment before breaking out into laughter.

"I should have known!" she composed herself.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, Merlin."

"You said she was waiting for you?"

"She was on my stairs when I walked inside… I don't know how she found me, but I have no intentions of helping her if she wishes to finish what we started. Please believe me!"

"I do," Merlin gave a small smile. "But for now I think it's best if you don't go anywhere alone, and I don't think it would be a good idea to go back to your house."

"She found me once, so she will probably find me again, no matter where I go."

"I'll give Gwen a call and see if she'll let you stay with her," Merlin pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"No, I don't want to endanger her like that," Morgana protested.

Merlin paused, his thumb hovering over the call button. "She's involved in this whether you like it or not. Just being from the past like us, and being the Queen, no less, puts her at huge risk. I'll put some enchantments on her house to help protect it."


Lance looked up from the file he had been reading as the Chief entered his office. The Chief, a large man with a mop of tussled black hair, spared him a brief smile and a nod before getting straight into business.

"Officer Nolan, I've got a case for you."

Lance sat up a little straighter in his chair, giving his boss his full attention.

"You may already be aware of the reported break-in in the museum's medieval artifact section. I've just gotten off the phone with the curator who has reported the archive section has showed signs of a break-in."

"I thought that case was being handled by the police," Lance frowned.

"It is, but they haven't seemed to be having much luck. I have spoken with the officer in charge and he agrees that one of our agents would be beneficial."

"Right, then. When do I start?"

"Nine a.m. tomorrow morning."


Merlin had not been expecting his department to be closed off by police tape when he arrived at work the next morning. Nor had he been expecting the sight of hundreds of old books and documents littering the floor as if the whole room had been the victim of an indoor tornado. If he hadn't been so shocked, he might have been angry that someone had treated the old documents so poorly.

It didn't take him long to spot Leon amongst the officers and forensic investigators.

"Does this mean I get the day off?" he asked as Leon walked over to him.

"Unfortunately not, they're going to want to ask you some questions," Leon said apologetically.

"Of course," Merlin sighed. "So who will be my interrogator?"

"That would be me."

Merlin and Leon turned to look behind them, easily identifying the voice that had spoken.

"Lancelot?!"