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Let's hope not as well... I can't really remember what I have written so far.

At this moment in time, still trying to work out the work/life balance... e.g. it isn't working at the moment and I feel like I need to stay up late Saturday night to get lots done. On with the story?

You're my passport home
My guiding light

Chapter 3

Arthur thought that there might be some coincidence in the fact that it was raining the day that his sister was going to come back to London for the first time in eight years. He was glad that she had let them know that she was alright after she ran off.

The train had come in and he started to wonder whether Morgana was still his sister. He had grown up with her by his side, telling him everything that he was doing wrong and trying to not make him be a man like his dad. But with her new Instagram and Facebook profile, he started to doubt that. She obviously found something out in her time away. Part of him wondered why she was coming back.

All his worries disappeared when he saw her and he was glad that she hadn't changed much in the eight years that she had been gone. She joined him underneath the umbrella and hugged him tightly. He placed his free arm around her. He never really realised how much he had missed her.

"Welcome back to sunny London," Arthur said as they pulled back.

"I did think that the south was meant to be warmer."

"Is that where you have been then? Up North."

"Glasgow mainly. Arthur… I just had to get away. You understood that, didn't you?"

"I did hope that it wouldn't take eight years for you to return home."

"You will just have to catch me up on the last eight years."

Arthur took her suitcase off of her as they walked towards the car. He could have got her up to speed on everything but he didn't want to. Her return was a good thing but he knew that it was going to open more than a few wounds. These were wounds that had already taken a long time to heal.

They got into the car and he knew that she is surprised that he is driving.

"Don't tell Dad. He doesn't like me driving. But I can't always rely on one of his drivers."

"I thought… Can you do me a favour?"

He could guess what she was going to say and what the favour was. It wasn't that he hadn't already thought about it.

"What favour?"

"I kinda don't want my boyfriend to find out about Uther and I really don't want Uther to find out about him. And I don't want to see Uther. I just want to stay away from him and my boyfriend as well. Can I stay with you?"

"Uther?"

"I found out a few things. Uther doesn't deserve to be called my father."

"Look, I wasn't going to take you to the grand Pendragon mansion, nor are you staying with me. I like my privacy now. Dad's put me in charge of his flats that he rents. One has been empty for a while so I have taken it off the market for as long as you need it. Rent free. I have told dad that it isn't finding a tenant so I am going to just tidy it up a bit. You know, give it a lick of paint and furnish it. I had to give him some excuse to actually have furniture for you."

He was surprised when Morgana launched herself forward and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you, Arthur."

They fall into a silence and Arthur knows that they have more to talk about. A question burns on the end of his tongue but he knows now isn't the time to ask it.

Why did you feel like you had to leave when you did? Why couldn't you have waited just a couple of weeks?

Morgana was grateful for the flat that Arthur had given her and in a weird sense, it was nice to be back in London. She focused on the good memories that she had rather than the bad ones. She knew that everyone would be asking for an explanation soon enough but they didn't know how bad things got between her and Uther and not even Merlin could have kept her in London.

She rested her head against the window as she picked up her phone and looked through the messages that she had sent Merlin. It was nice that he felt like they could talk like that again. It made her want to feel as though they could start again, that was if he wanted to start again with her.

She had a couple of weeks to sort herself out before Alvarr joined her in London and Merlin was on the top of her list. She knew that he deserved a proper explanation and she knew that he might understand her better than Arthur or Gwen. She presses to start writing him a message, telling him that she is in London now and wondering whether he could meet up with her.

Morgana couldn't help but sigh as she couldn't find the strength to message him that just yet. She pressed the back button and pulled down on the screen to refresh her feed. The first photo that pops up just so happens to be a picture of Merlin with a girl. She scrolled down to read the caption.

Wishing we could be back in simpler times.

She couldn't stop herself from scrolling through the little gallery that he had posted or pressing on the profile that he had tagged in the photo.

Of course, Merlin wasn't going to wait for her to sort herself out. He wasn't going to wait around for eight years, hoping that she would come back to him.

With the girl's, Freya she assumed her name was, being private, she didn't request to follow her. Other than the fact that she didn't know the girl, she thought it would see a little weird. She didn't know how much Merlin had told this Freya about her.

It only confirmed to her that she shouldn't send Merlin that message nor should she meet up with him so soon. Maybe she would just keep everything that she had to say to him to herself for a little while longer.