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Okay so this chapter was not one I was planning to write. But it seemed to get a mind of its own. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't Merlin.

The next morning Merlin woke with only one thought in his mind. Morgana. It didn't seem strange to him that she filled his mind. In fact he couldn't understand how she never had before. She was perfect. Beautiful and strong. She was all he ever wanted. He couldn't wait until that afternoon when he would be able to see her again. Though quick on the heels of that thought came another. He had to bring her something, some flowers. She liked flowers, right? I mean didn't all women like flowers? She always seemed to like flowers. Now he just had to make sure he managed to get out of the castle so he could go and pick some before he went to see her.

With that realisation he jumped out of bed and quickly dressed for the day. Maybe he could go now, spend the morning finding the perfect blooms just for her. But his plans were ruined somewhat by the voice calling out to him as he quickly made his way towards the doors of Gaius' workroom.

"Merlin? You're up early." Gaius called surprised that his ward was up and dressed and he didn't have to go and physically drag him out of slumber.

"I need to go and pick some flowers." Merlin explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Why?" Gaius asked confusion in his tone. The sun was barely up, why would Merlin need to pick flowers now? And who would he need to pick flowers for? As far as he knew Merlin wasn't courting anyone. He didn't seem to have time for anything like that, not with saving Arthur and Camelot every other week.

"For Morgana. Do you know what her favourites are? Should I get just one type or a selection? This is harder than I thought it would be." Merlin replied frowning as he slumped down on a bench, trying to work out which flowers he should get his love to show his feelings for her.

"Morgana? You want to pick flowers for… Morgana?" Gaius asked his eyebrows shooting up so high they almost got lost in his hairline. Something was not right with that sentence. Actually, thinking about the words the boy had used, Gaius realised there was a lot wrong with that sentence.

"Of course. Who else would I pick them for?" Merlin asked in confusion. Why would he give flowers to anyone other than the one he loved? That would be stupid.

Gaius just blinked at those words, trying to think of what the right answer was. He was pretty sure it wasn't what he wanted to say which was something along the lines of, have you lost your mind? He didn't think that would go down too well right now. It was obvious that Merlin had in fact lost it completely. So taking a deep breath and speaking in the gentle tone he used for injured children he responded. "I have no idea. But I do think you should eat breakfast first, Merlin. You need to keep up your strength if you're going flower picking."

"Right. Food. Then get the flowers." Merlin nodded, seeing the sense in that plan. He could be out all morning after all finding the perfect flowers and food was important.

"I should think it would be then go and wake Arthur." Gaius replied. At least his ward was eating, that was a good start. Maybe food would help get rid of… whatever it was that was effecting him.

"That prat should know how to get up by now. Why should I do it for him?" Merlin grumbled. I means seriously? Arthur was a grown man. What adult couldn't get themselves up and dressed without help? It was ridiculous.

"Because you're his servant, Merlin." Gaius dryly answered with a shake of his head. It wasn't the first time Merlin had said this, nor did he think it would be the last.

"Well I don't like it." Merlin pouted crossing his arms as if child who wasn't getting his own way. He wanted nothing more than to go and pick Morgana flowers and count down the time until he could see her.

"No, I can see that. But you don't want to lose your job do you?" Gaius asked raising his eyebrow in the way he did when he wanted Merlin to work out the reasoning for his words. If he could keep Merlin in the castle it would give him time to try and work out what was going on and hopefully fix it… somehow. Of course it would be even better if he could drug the boy as he did so, but he didn't think he would be able to slip him anything right then. But surely it would be okay for a few hours until he found a solution.

Merlin turned thoughtful at that as he stared off into space. Thinking through the repercussions of losing his job.

"If I lost my job I would have to leave the castle, and I would never see Morgana again. You're right Gaius, I'll wake the prat first, then get the flowers." He decided quickly standing and hurrying towards the door so that he could get his servant duties over with as soon as possible. He needed time to find Morgana the best flowers.

"Don't forget to get his breakfast." Gaius called after the retreating back.

As soon as Merlin was out of sight a frown appeared on the old man's face. What was up with his ward? And why was he suddenly so keen on getting Morgana flowers? The last he heard they hated each other. So what was going on? And how had Merlin's opinion changed so dramatically, literally overnight? He needed to research this. With that thought Gaius turned to his books the frown still present as he decided which would be the best to look through first. Having made the decision he pulled a heavy tomb down onto the table and started reading. It looked like it was time for him to save his ward rather than Merlin saving anyone else.

"Rise and shine. Wake up you lazy lump, some of us have things to do." Were the words that pulled Arthur from slumber. That and the light which was suddenly shining on his eyelids from where Merlin had opened the curtains. Was it that time already? He really didn't want to get up. He was happy and warm exactly where he was. Then Merlin's words penetrated his sleep fogged mind and he crack open on eye to glare at his manservant.

"Your my servant Merlin, the only thing you have to do is what I tell you too." He growled, his voice still rough from sleep.

"No. I have to go and pick flowers. So get up, I'm wasting time here, with you." Merlin replied moving quickly to whip the covers off of Arthur's bed causing his nice warm cocoon to disappear. That did not impress the prince one bit.

"You need to pick flowers? And just who are you picking flowers for Merlin? It better not be Morgana again." He grumbled forcing himself to sit up so he could try and grab the covers back from his idiot of a servant.

"Of course it's Morgana, why would it be anyone else? How could you ever love anyone else? Well of course you could, I mean she is your sister, so you loving her would be a bit weird, wouldn't it?" Merlin replied waving his arms around alarmingly close to Arthur's face make him rear back to stop himself getting smacked by the gesturing. He blinked when Merlin stopped talking and looked at him as if expecting him to reply. He sat there and replayed the words Merlin had just said in his mind and when he got to the last bit his eyes widened as he sat up straight and stared at his servant.

"What?!" He demanded in a loud voice. Morgana, his sister? What was going on? Was Merlin drunk again or something?

"But I can't imagine anyone not related to her not loving her. She is perfect. The way her hair shines and her eyes sparkle. And her smirk, it's just so… adorable." Merlin continued as if Arthur hadn't just screaked at him. He was too busy gushing out his feelings to notice the alarmed look on Arthur's face at his words.

"Merlin what on earth are you talking about?" Arthur demanded standing up, so he could use his physical presence to intimidate the younger man into making sense and explaining what the hell he was talking about. Morgana, his sister? He needed an explanation why Merlin would say that, and he needed it now.

"My love for Morgana of course. Why what are you talking about?" Merlin asked in confusion staring up at the irate looking prince as if he was seeing him for the first time.

Arthur wasn't sure how to respond to that. Well no, what he wanted to do was demand answers, but a part of him realised that something was right. Something was off with Merlin, and it made him wonder if he could trust anything he said. Therefore rather than asking about the sister comments he said the only thing that came to his mind. "You can't love Morgana."

"Why not? You love Gwen." Merlin demand crossing his arms as he glared at the prince standing in front of him. How dare he say he couldn't love Morgana. No one had the right to tell him what to do or who to love. Arthur couldn't keep them apart, and he couldn't stop his feelings.

"That's different." Arthur replied rubbing the bridge of his nose as his still sleepy brain tried to keep up with the conversation and work out what was going on. Because he did not doubt for second something was, and it was something not good.

"How?" Merlin asked genuinely wanting to know how it was different for him and Morgana than it was for Arthur and Gwen. Both involved members of the royal household and servants, he didn't see the difference.

"Well for a start I don't go round shouting about it, unlike some. Idiot." Arthur replied with a sigh. He could feel a headache coming on, and he was sure it was due to this twisted conversation.

"Your right. I need to keep it quiet. But how? I feel like am I am going to burst with my feelings. My magic wants to show the world how much I love her." Merlin explained with a begging look on his face as if he asking Arthur's permission to tell everyone he was in love. But Arthur's brain had completely stopped working at that sentence. Did Merlin just say… his magic?

"What?!" Arthur whispered not being able to speak any louder hoping against hope that he had misheard or something. Anything. Because Merlin couldn't… he wasn't… no. Merlin did not have magic.

"Hmm, I need to work this out. Thank you for your advice, Sire." Merlin replied not paying any attention to Arthur and instead staring out the window before quickly turning on his heels. He needed to get back to what he had planned when he woke this morning. Gathering Morgana her flowers.

"Merlin? Merlin! Come back here, we need to talk about his." Arthur called hating the desperation that was in his voice as his servant walked away from him. He needed to know that he hadn't heard what he thought he did. Any of it. He needed Merlin to tell him it was a mistake, a joke, anything but this was real.

"I need to pick flowers, Arthur." Merlin called over his shoulder as he left the room shutting the door behind and leaving a very confusion and frustrated prince in the room alone with only his thoughts and the words of their conversation swirling around his mind.

Arthur had no idea what the hell was going on. He didn't know how long he stood there staring at the closed door before realising he was standing in the middle of his room still in sleep clothes. He felt as if a whirl wind had just pasted through, picking him up and throwing him around before putting him back down in a world which had been turned upside down. Confusion wrapped around his brain. It hurt with it. What was happening? Fear laced through him as he remembered the words, my magic. No. He quickly shook his head. This couldn't be happening. Oh man, it was far too early for all this… Merlinness. He needed food. A nice normal breakfast. Normal, yes that was what he needed right then.

With that thought he turned his mind away from his manservant and his words, instead focusing on the tray on his table. He tried his hardest to put the conversation out of his mind and concentrate only on eating, but two things just wouldn't leave. The first being, what had Merlin meant by saying Morgana was his sister? And second what the hell did he mean by his magic? There was no way Merlin had magic… right?

He didn't think his servant could cause him even more trouble than he already did. It seemed he was wrong. That conclusion made, he lowered his head in his hands. He wished he could just go back to bed and pretend this morning had never happened. That none of the words Merlin had spoken had ever left his mouth. He really didn't want to have to try and work out what was up with Merlin, what had happened to him to make him say he had magic. But he was his friend, he needed to do something before he managed to get his head chopped off. Oh, could this day get any worse?