Hello All, My apologizes I've been busy with essays, here is chapter two.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Merlin at all, although my friend Emma would'nt mind some time with Morgana !


Merlin's senses crept back into operation, he felt his chest rise and fall, what happened? He thought, wait what was he lying on it was softish, it wasn't the battlefield at Camlann, "what happened ?" he muttered. "A soft voice replied," you saved me Merlin" as a damp cloth was dapped across his head, although he knew deep to who the voice belong Merlin felt it was best for him to open his eyes to see her, Morgana, the darkness to his light according to Kilgharrah, but at this moment Merlin found that he couldn't care about the dragon or Camelot, he teased his eyes open to find Morgana's green eyes looking to his blue, "Merlin", she all but whispered, "How did you save me ? I remember Arthur, his sword and then gasping to breath upon an empty battle field. In response Merlin's eyes looked down toward the rough blanket, She's going to hate me, I allowed her to suffer in darkness, I could have helped her, why? Why did I allow her to suffer ? Morgana looked at Merlin, patiently as he contemplated his answer. "Well Morgana.." he started his voice soft, just above a whisper and yet ringing clearly around the small hovel that formed Morgana's home, "I'm.." Morgana's breath hitched up slightly, she could tell that the effort of each word was tearing his emotions, he feels guilty she realised, Merlin felt guilty, about poisoning her ? Or was there something more ? "Yes ? " Morgana asked her voice soft as if she asked louder she'd scare off the manservant, like a startled deer. "My Emrys" the words stumbled out of his lips his eyes not daring to look at the beautiful raven haired witch in front of him, SMACK, Morgana had slapped him ! Of all the things he had expected to be slapped was not one of them, just as his brain had processed this thought, he felt Morgana's lips pressed against his, he replied in kind, a small soft moan emanated from Morgana, she pulled away to breath and noticed Merlin's questioning look, "That was for leaving me to suffer to run into the dark and exile to survivor but the kiss was because despite all this anger between us, you still care about me, even after I tried to destroy and claim Camelot, after I tried to kill you, you risked death and exile to save me." Somehow as she spoke Morgana had curled up next to and on Merlin, her head resting on his chest her left leg curled around and over his right, her scent drifted into his nostrils, grass or vegetation, delicate smell of roses and dragon, wait dragon?