A/N: Well, here's my first ArMor story! This is going to be a slowburn fic with around forty chapters, hope you all enjoy!

Arthur Pendragon had been confused for a very long time. He had all of a sudden woken up in a hospital—the doctor said that it was because apparently he had drowned in a freak accident and had to be put into an induced coma to survive. The accident was back in 2016–it now was the start of 2018, around four months since Arthur had woken up in hospital and he had no idea what was going on with life. He had ended up going to rehab for around two months before his neurologist was satisfied that he was physically able to manage, and decided to release him onto the care of a psychiatrist in order to help him cope with the trauma.

It wasn't as though he needed it though! Yes, he had almost died. Yes, things were difficult for a while. But he was ALIVE! Alive and perfectly fine, apart from finding the world rather confusing he was fine.

He didn't know why he attended the sessions week after week. He picked up a strange vibe about him—Dr Emrys, yet he still did drag himself to those sessions once a week.

He was starting to become slightly worried about himself after experiencing dreams of castles and a girl. Always the same girl. Telling him she loved him then always betraying him. Morgana. He knew she was called Morgana, yet he didn't know much else about her.

He used to be married, apparently. Someone named Guinevere. They were divorced as of three months before the accident, even despite being his ex-wife she still remained his next of kin. Yet she never did turn up to his bedside table in all the years he was in hospital. No one did. He was all alone in this world. And if he was honest with himself, while he didn't mind it, at times it could be lonely.

"Arthur" Merlin greeted as he walked up to the waiting room at the place he held his sessions. "You ready to start the session?".

"Of course" Arthur grumbled as he followed Merlin to his office.

"So, Arthur" Merlin said as he grabbed his notepad. "How has this week been?".

"She's still there. In my dreams. She's always there".

"I take it you haven't been sleeping well?" Morgause sighed.

"Yeah, I have" Morgana lied. "Just less than usual. It's just, y'know, this time of year". January was one of the hardest months for Morgana. While for many it was a happy month—being the first month of the new year, for Morgana it was an awful time of year. The time she was born. The time she was abandoned. The time she was placed in that terrible home.

Morgause raised an eyebrow skeptically. "I can prescribe something if you need it".

"That won't be necessary" Morgana insisted.

"How are the panic attacks?".

"Not that bad" Morgana shrugged. "Worst at night. Hence being tired".

Morgause nodded. "I'm going to prescribe something for the panic attacks. It'll make you feel better".

"Fine" Morgana sighed as she slumped against the chair. "But it isn't necessary. Really".

"You aren't getting enough sleep, you know you need to. You're looking after babies all day, Morgana it isn't good".

"Since when did you know what is good and what's not good for me" Morgana snorted.

"I'm the doctor" Morgause raised an eyebrow. "Okay I'll write you a prescription soon. How are the dreams?".

"It's always Arthur. That fucking idiot Arthur".

"So not much change then" Morgause mused. "You haven't upped your caffeine intake, have you?".

"Maybe" Morgana muttered. "It's not like I get a break anyway". Morgana was a nurse in the NICU at Great Ormond Street hospital.

"How many newborns have you looked after per shift?".

"Before Christmas three to four, now only one per shift. So I have been able to catch a break, I suppose. That and instead of fourteen hour shifts it's down to eight hour shifts".

"Even work can see your decline in that case. How much caffeine before work then?" Morgause asked.

"Just a few espressos. It's not a big deal".

"It is a big deal" Morgause emphasised. "You're not getting enough sleep, therefore rely on caffeine, which this exacerbates your anxiety. Therefore, I'm going to prescribe this anti anxiety medication, you need to take it with dinner every night. That and I'm signing you off work for two weeks".

"Fine" Morgana sighed as she slumped back into her chair.

"I want you to come back in three days at eleven o'clock".

Pissed of with Morgause (as usual. She didn't know why she went to those sessions), Morgana went to a local cafe near her apartment and ordered herself a latte with a slice of cheesecake.

She sat down and began to read Labyrinth, pouring the scorching latte down the back of her throat, not caring as it burnt her tongue and the back of her throat.

Morgana's phone pinged. "U ok?". She glanced at it and saw that Gwen was texting, sighed and cleared her notifications, going back to her book.

"Sorry—" someone interrupted, Morgana briefly glanced up to see a rather scruffy-looking tall blond standing there with a coffee cup in his hand. "There's no other seats, is it okay if I sit here?".

"Of course" Morgana replied as she chucked her book in her bag. "I was just leaving".

"Don't leave on account of me" he said. "I can sit somewhere else if you like? I don't mind".

"No, it's not that" Morgana shook her head. "I have to go anyway".

"Oh. Okay. See you around" he smiled. Morgana failed to notice as she pulled her coat on, slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out of the cafe, her heels loudly clacking on the floor.

Arthur sighed. Ever since his release from hospital he hadn't been able to keep any friendships. It seemed he hadn't been that popular after his divorce. He tried. He had tried. He'd bought drinks for many girls, tried to get on at work yet to no avail. Only for when he thought coffee wouldn't be that bad, he only failed again.

"You look as though you've seen a ghost" Morgause commented as she saw Morgana walk into her office.

"Do I? Well it certainly feels that way" Morgana retorted.

"What happened?".

"One of the babies in the NICU died. My first loss of the year" Morgana said solemnly.

"I'm so sorry" Morgause said. "That's terrible. But Morgana, you're not supposed to be at work".

"One of the girls told me. The mother wanted to thank me for all I did".

"That's good, isn't it?".

"I suppose. The baby was born at only twenty-two weeks so we did all we can".

"Anything else going on?".

"I saw him".

"Saw who?" Morgause asked.

"The guy from my dreams. He was there, in a cafe".

"I believe that the signs are something, where he does something. Something you've ignored for decades".

"What's that supposed to mean?" Morgana frowned.

"The past is like a noose around our necks".

"Again, what's that supposed to mean?".

"The past is always the present and the future. No one can escape it".

"I know what I saw! I see the same thing, night after night".

"You saw him?" Morgause asked. "You saw Arthur?".

"I don't know, Morgause".

"How's this week been?" Merlin asked.

"Not a lot of change".

"The dreams?".

"They've ... intensified".

"Intensified?" Merlin frowned. "Any reason?".

"There was a woman" Arthur explained. "I saw her, here in London and … it was too real".

"Why are you so interested in her?" Merlin asked with a frown as he learnt forward towards his client. "The dreams, now you're convinced you're seeing her in person. I know it seems to be the only thing you remember, but why?".

"I'm not the fucking doctor, Merlin, you are!" Arthur snapped. "How am I supposed to know? I do have amnesia, after all".

"I know" Merlin sighed. "But why her? It's always her, not anyone else, y'know like your ex-wife, Gwen".

"I've never heard of anyone named Gwen! There is no point in these sessions! Thank you for your time, but I'm just so confused".

"Okay" Merlin sighed "I'll check back with Dr DuLac and see what he says".

"Thank you Merlin. I'm sorry, it's not you. I just don't know what's going on? I'm so confused".

"I know, Arthur. I know. These things take time".