Morgana had just finished her shift and was chatting to Gwen as they walked out of Great Ormond Street Hospital onto the streets. It was difficult, Morgana again looking after the triplets and one of them needing emergency surgery while another one had almost died. While she and Gwen were definitely still best friends, things had been tense with Gwen refusing to answer the question—was she Arthur's ex wife.
"How you heading home?" Gwen asked.
"Walking. You?" Morgana replied.
"I'm taking the bus, see you next shift".
"Yeah". Morgana turned around and began to walk home as she looked around the sights outside GOSH. The children's cancer centre opposite. The endless rows and rows of buildings. Morgana didn't tend to see many sights on her way back home when walking, usually taking roads that despite being main roads simply weren't interesting to look at.
"Morgana! It's me!". She noticed Arthur coming towards her and she ran straight into his arms.
"It's so good to see you" Morgana sighed as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"How was work?" He whispered into her hair. He looked behind her, the friend she was talking to smiled at him and then looked as though she'd seen a ghost before turning around and walking off.
"I chose this line of work, I made a rod for my own back" Morgana sighed. "It's been a stressful shift, but things seem to be working out".
"I'm glad" Arthur smiled as they began to walk home.
"So you managed to find your way here by yourself without getting lost?" Morgana smirked.
"Oi" Arthur mocked offence. "Well to be fair, I did use Google maps. The first time I saw you was when you were leaving work. Couldn't not recognise the NHS symbol".
"You said you have memory problems, right?".
"Yeah" Arthur said. "I did have to go to that neurology clinic. I think that's how I found this one".
"Yeah" Morgana sighed. "You've got the neurology and neurosurgery clinic around the corner. Then there's the children's cancer hospice. Wish it didn't exist".
"Me too" Arthur agreed. "Fuck cancer".
"Fuck it indeed. Luckily, recovery rates among children are so high thankfully but it's still horrible. I love my job but I wish I didn't have to do it. Wish there was no sick babies".
"But without nurses like you helping them those sick babies wouldn't even stand a chance" Arthur pointed out. "So it is a good thing".
"You're right" Morgana smiled as he wrapped his arm protectively around her waist as they walked.
"I might have amnesia but I'm still a prodigy" Arthur grinned. "Used to be a doctor apparently".
"Doctors aren't meant to be big headed" Morgana teased.
"I worked in neurology and all!" Arthur exclaimed. "So I guess I was good at it?".
"Maybe" Morgana shrugged. "Well, what're your plans for the future?".
"One day I'd like to leave this city, I suppose" he shrugged. "Buy a farm maybe. Take you with me".
"That might happen sooner than you anticipated" Morgana smirked. "My landlord is looking at selling within the next six months, so I'm pretty stressed".
"Any way i can help release that tension?" Arthur winked.
"A back massage would be nice" Morgana shrugged. Shit. He'd see. "Actually a foot massage. So you want to move to a farm?".
"Yeah" Arthur said. "Maybe have some animals. Not sure really. Either that or help others with amnesia in some way, though again it depends on if my memory returns and if I can do it without my old memory".
"That's really sweet" Morgana smiled. "I mean, you could do both. Live somewhere rural where there's farms but still have the job you wanted. Like in Cambridge maybe".
"Are you prepositioning me?" Arthur smirked.
"No" Morgana deadpanned. "Though I might be looking at going to Cambridge hospital".
"Move in with me" Arthur said.
"I'm sorry what!" Morgana chuckled.
"Move in with me. I mean your landlord's kicking you out. We basically spend a lot of time together anyway, so why not?".
"Okay" Morgana agreed as she kissed Arthur.
"So from what I gather, it's all been going well" Morgause remarked. "In terms of Arthur".
"That's definitely the case" Morgana nodded. "Then again after Alvarr, naturally I'm wary".
"That's all normal of course. Now, look at my finger. Where was the 'home' and the carers name?".
"Luton. The carer was called Nimeuh".
"Okay good" Morgause said. "Your age and the year you ran away?".
"Sixteen. So that was 2010. Eight years ago almost to the day".
"Who lived there that you can remember?".
"Enmyria" Morgana said as she followed Morgause's finger. "She was Alvarr's sister. Even though they had some sort of incest going on there. There was that twat Helios too".
"And what happened with Alvarr?".
"We had sex" Morgana slurred. "Lots of sex. Too much sex".
"Which resulted in?" Morgause prompted.
"Me getting fat" Morgana deadpanned.
"Which means" Morgause uttered.
"Preggers. Knocked up. With child. Off the rag. Expecting. Eating for two. Bun in the oven".
"And that happened in the year?".
"2012".
"And you wanted to".
"Get rid of it" Morgana sighed.
"Which resulted in the event that happened?" Morgause prompted.
"Blue lights. Wires. Incessant ambulance blaring" Morgana completed.
"Okay, that's enough for today" Morgause said as she put her glasses back on and popped a pill in her mouth. "You've done really well today, really well".
"Yeah" Morgana breathed as she drank some water. "The irony of me having a hospital based trauma, but I work in a hospital".
"As a general, maternity units are separated from the rest of the hospital" Morgause shrugged. "Not that I'd know, never been to one. That's what I've heard anyway".
"Sure, whatever you say" Morgana raised an eyebrow.
"Anyway, enough about me" Morgause said as she brushed invisible wrinkles off her skirt. "Onto Arthur".
"My landlord is selling up and he asked me to move in with him" Morgana deadpanned.
"I'm going to vomit" Morgause announced as she stood up and made her way to the bin in the corner of the room throwing up her guts. Morgana wasn't sure what to do, awkwardly looking on her phone instead. Morgause was supposed to be the doctor, not the patient. After Morgause finished throwing up she went back to her seat and had the bin in her lap. "You were saying?".
"My landlord is looking at selling the flat. While I could easily afford to buy it, at the same time I'm not really sure. I'd be tied to London, and I mean I'm having doubts somewhat as even before Arthur and I met I had been considering going to Cambridge, but of course there's the ties".
"Yes, you were in Addenbrookes weren't you?".
"Yeah. The NICU is in the Rosie hospital, but still they're connected".
"Well, what about if you split your time between your place and Arthur's?" Morgause suggested. "If I were you I'd buy the flat anyway, but split time between one another. I mean, you live in the same building right?".
"Opposite each other" Morgana corrected. "Neighbours and all".
"Well, it sounds as though you can split your time between one another nicely while still having your own places, though if you two need one another then you're literally across the hall. Likewise if you have an argument or want alone time".
"Thanks Morgause" Morgana smiled. "I think that us two keeping our own flats, but spending more time together could work perfectly. I mean I can afford to buy it so".
"What can I say, I'm a miracle worker" Morgause said before spitting up into the bin again.
"I'll escort myself out" Morgana said as she put her coat on.
"Session isn't even over yet!" Morgause protested.
"I've gotten what I need out of it, I think it is" Morgana smirked as she opened the door.
Morgana was free for the rest of the day so after her appointment she and Arthur went on a date to their usual place—Camelot cafe.
"What're you having?" Arthur asked.
"The norm, of course" Morgana smirked. "You?".
"I'll try a chai latte" Arthur decided. "Going to be adventurous".
"Arthur? Is that you?" Arthur turned around to see whoever was calling him, hopefully someone that he'd remember.
"Lancelot?" Arthur asked.
"Hi" he greeted as he shook Morgana's hand. "I'm Lancelot, Arthur's doctor".
"Im Morgana, his girlfriend".
"So you're the famous Morgana I've heard so much about" Lancelot commented.
"All good I hope?" Morgana teased as she glanced at Gwen and wriggled her eyebrows. They'd definitely FaceTime one another later at home.
"Of course" Lancelot grinned. "Good to see you Arthur".
"You too" Arthur muttered as he made his way to a table. "Well, on the grounds of my newest offer, have you made a choice?".
"I think personally that having our own flats is good for us. I can afford to buy the flat so that's what I plan to do for now. I mean, we live across the corridor from one another so we can split our time between our places".
"If that's what you want to do, I think it's perfect" Arthur smiled. "I finally finished the road to avalon".
"And what did you think of the ending?" Morgana asked.
"I was surprised he didn't sentence Gwenwyfar to death. Though if men can have mistresses, why can't a woman have a lover too?".
"Sadly that's just the sexist world we live in" Morgana rolled her eyes.
"Though I will say, I loved the ending".
"Arthur dying in Morgan's arms?" Morgana scoffed. "Well, I hope it never comes to that".
"Me too" Arthur agreed. "Though if I die, I want you by my side" he added as he kissed her.
A/N: I'm back bitches! This chapter was really fun to write and I rather enjoyed divulging into Morgana's past a little. I realised I forgot to do Valentine's Day as we're now timeline wise getting to the end of February. Yet as things are still early days between Morgana and Arthur they didn't "do" it. The thing with Morgause happened with one of my college professors, they literally announced they were going to vomit and fucked off for ten minutes then came back
The therapy that Morgana is having us called EMDR, it's supposed to help with PTSD with processing the memories differently. I don't know what it's like so I used what I could find off of Google and it seems as though they focus on an object while recalling the incident to process the memories differently