Given that neither Morgana nor Arthur had a car as they lived in London and it wasn't necessary, Arthur decided to hire a car for their long weekend away. Morgana had the Friday to Monday off, so they woke up extremely early on Friday to drive to Salisbury. Morgana didn't exactly trust Arthur with driving yet, so opted to drive on the way down there for the two hour journey.

"Are we there yet?" Arthur drawled around twenty minutes into the trip.

"Arthur, we're still in London!" Morgana exclaimed. Though the trip was said to take two hours, it didn't account for the London traffic so was likely to be closer to three hours by the time they were out of traffic. And it wasn't even rush hour, just a normal day in London.

"Oh" he said flatly. "Well, fuck. Turns out it's always taken ages to get all over the country, even in the road to Avalon. Although apparently I kept escaping to get to you".

"I saw" Morgana smirked. "Shame we can't apparate like in Harry Potter".

"I'll do that one next then" Arthur declared. "So in my book, Morgause is your aunt and Merlin is your grandfather".

"Your therapist's called Merlin" Morgana pointed out.

"And yours is called Morgause and they're dating" Arthur smirked. "I don't get it though ... why can't they just have sex at home? Unless maybe they're married or something".

"Yeah, they're married" Morgana nodded. "And not to each other".

"Well shit, a workplace affair going on or what then" Arthur scoffed.

"I'm sure it's more than that" Morgana lowered her voice even though they were in the car. "I think Morgause is pregnant".

Arthur raised his eyebrows. "No way! How'd you know?".

"She threw up everywhere on the tube" Morgana shuddered at the memory. "Emotional as hell. Blood tests".

"You're a smartass, you know that" Arthur grinned.

"I suppose so" Morgana smirked. "Either that or I'm a midwife that knows the early pregnancy symptoms and can spot them a mile of".

"Touché" Arthur agreed.

"Not that I've ever been pregnant, but I reckon I'd probably know from implantation".

"What's that?" Arthur asked.

Morgana looked at him, her confused for a moment. Then she remembered he has amnesia. "It's where well, after sperm meets egg and then implantation is where a women gets pregnant".

"And a miscarriage is where it doesn't implant?".

"Sorta" Morgana shrugged. She wasn't in the mood to discuss miscarriages. "And finally! Out of London". They arrived in Salisbury after stopping at a service station for lunch. Morgana was rather tired so Arthur offered to drive, not that she let him and insisted on driving. It wasn't that she didn't trust him. She hadn't known him long at all and she did trust him. She had a bad feeling, and having herself in control of the car helped. On the way there, they decided to stop at their first sight—the stone henge.

"And what exactly is this stone peng?" Arthur asked.

"Stone henge" Morgana corrected with a laugh. "It's a, um. It's actually a historical landmark. People say it's from the Anglo Saxon times, maybe King Arthur or something, I don't know much about it".

"Hm. King Arthur" Arthur raised his eyebrows.

"I didn't pay attention in history that much if you can't tell" Morgana blushed.

"I don't even remember my history lessons or anything about school if it makes it better" Arthur offered.

"It does actually" Morgana chuckled. "I wouldn't mind forgetting mine. Loved high school and hated it at the same time?".

"So does everyone really sing we're all in this together?".

Morgana blanched. "No. Not at all. On the last day, yeah. But that's it really".

"Life really is fucking bleak isn't it" Arthur remarked.

"Join the club" Morgana agreed.

"And then I met you" Arthur smiled.

"Likewise" Morgana smiled. "Well, we're at Stonehenge".

"Bloody hell!" Arthur exclaimed. "Those stones are massive".

"I can imagine it as though something from the Disney movie Brave" Morgana said.

"How the hell did they get there?" Arthur wondered.

"I guess that's why they're one of those wonders of the world or something or other".

"I guess so" Arthur agreed as he kissed Morgana. They spent just over twenty minutes there given it was freezing before they headed over to Salisbury. It was too early to check into their hotel still—they couldn't check in until three o'clock so decided to park up and go towards Arthur's old house. It was a terraced on a street, right in the middle. A few leading up to it, Edwardian terraced style.

"You ready?" Morgana asked as she placed her hand on Arthur's shoulder.

"I suppose so" Arthur sighed. He rung the doorbell, someone answered almost immediately. A blonde with a long plait wearing jeans.

"Can I help you?" She asked. "I know you from somewhere".

"I used to live here" Arthur said. "Actually, let me introduce myself. I'm Arthur Pendragon, I used to live here. Three months after I left this place I was involved in an accident and now I suffer from amnesia. Is it okay if I have a look around the place to see if I can trigger my memories back?".

"'Solde" someone, probably the woman's husband was behind them. He strutted up the door and leant on her. "Look here mate, Isolde and I don't affiliate with your kind. I suggest you leave us alone, or I'll call the police".

"Tristan, he has amnesia" Isolde hissed. "He's got his girlfriend with him. We can keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid".

Tristan looked Arthur up and down.

"Hi" Arthur smiled and waved.

"Seems like he's a simpleton" Tristan muttered. "Alright, let him in then, but constant vigilance".

Arthur couldn't help but feel rather frustrated with himself as he lay in bed that night waiting for Morgana to finish her bedtime routine. He'd been to his old house, old workplace, all the old coffee shops that he used to go to with Guinevere. He still couldn't remember a bloody thing. Not even a familiar smell or sound, couldn't remember anything from the way things looked, absolutely zilch. Yet there was still tomorrow and Sunday. Tomorrow was another day.

Morgana sighed as she leant on the side of the bathtub. She turned the cold tap on and washed her face again. Looked into the mirror. Red rimmed eyes, tangled unbrushed hair, dark circles surrounded her eyes and her skin was eerily pale, much more than usual. She hadn't had a nightmare in ages, so it was inevitable enough that it would happen at some point. He was there, naturally. As she always did, she put a smile on her face and went back to bed, this time managing to sleep through the night.

After breakfast, Morgana and Arthur went to a place named 'old Sarum'. It was a large hill of some sort, apparently Arthur liked that sort of thing so they decided to go there and have a look around. It was rather interesting to both Arthur and Morgana, they both took a while to look around and went up to the top in time for their picnic lunch. Morgana and Arthur stood and looked across the horizon.

"God have mercy" Arthur muttered. Morgana didn't hear. There was too much happening inside her head. Images of a pit. A long dark pit. Being engulfed in chains, with a little white dragon. The screams of the dragon. Her heart rate began to speed up and her breathing became erratic.

"Morgana!" Arthur's voice pulled her out of it. "Are you okay?".

"Of course" Morgana nodded. "Why'd you ask?".

"You just, well. You seemed out of it temporarily".

"Oh it's nothing" Morgana shrugged it off with a smile. "Just thought I ... never mind. It isn't important. I'm starving".

"Me too" Arthur agreed as he bit into his sandwich.

Another day, and no further. They went to the cathedral and church afterwards, not that anything changed. Arthur still had no memory. After checking out of the hotel on Monday morning, they'd head back to London so decided to drive to Glastonbury Tor and spend all day on Sunday there.

"Remind me again" Arthur panted as he put his hands on his knees. "Why I agreed to go hiking up a hill with you".

"Calm down" Morgana rolled her eyes. "You're fine!".

"I am not fine!" Arthur insisted. "I am half dead. Good grief woman, how are you managing to walk uphill so fast".

"Arthur ... you've climbed six steps" Morgana grinned.

Arthur's mouth dropped open and he faked offence. "I'm going to die of heatstroke".

"Arthur, it's February!" Morgana exclaimed. "Let's at least get to the top of the Tor, you big baby".

"I am not" Arthur huffed as he climbed a few more steps. "A baby". Morgana rolled her eyes again.

Back in London, Morgause found herself pacing outside Merlin's flat. It was Monday morning, and she knew he didn't have work.

"Is everything okay? You haven't been at work lately" Merlin said gruffly.

"I'm pregnant, Merlin" Morgause said. "I, I don't know what to do. Look, I've got an appointment with the doctor, could you come?".

"Of course love" Merlin said as he let her in. "I need to change first though. When is it?".

"In an hour" Morgause sighed. "Fucking hell Merlin, what do we do!".

A/N: I can't remember if I mentioned it last chapter, but we're back in lockdown. As a result I have been struggling to write hence later updates than usual, but I seem to be making progress! The Morgause/Merlin story will be out sometime soon too (hopefully!)