A/N: Another quick chapter for you guys, here on the last day of 2018!
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"No! Mom!!"
Morgan woke from his own cry and found himself in bed, hand reached out towards nothing and heart pounding in his chest. Realizing where he was and calming himself, Morgan sat up feeling slightly confused. The light coming in from the window indicated it was late morning, which surprised Morgan, as he had slept like a baby until just now. Normally he would wake up multiple times, because of the nightmare and be up half the night because he wasn't able to fall asleep again.
He drove a shaky hand through raven messy hair and breathed out slowly. The dream itself was nothing new. In fact, Morgan had long since lost count of how many times, he had been forced to relive that night, through his dreams.
However, this time it had been different. This time, Morgan had been able to hear what they said, as if that part of his memories had been unlocked.
He had heard the conversation between his mother and the men, however he still didn't understand it.
Morgan understood that the men wanted him, but not why.
He understood he was foretold to do something. Something horrible, for his mother to claim he wouldn't do it.
He understood that his father's name had been Nemeth.
He understood that the men, whoever they were, had not only killed his mother, but also his father and thus made Morgan an orphan at the age of nine.
Ever since his time, at the first orphanage, Morgan had fantasizied and hoped, his father would one day turn up and save him from all the misery. For 15 years, he had desperately held on to that one hope, only for it to be cruelly crushed like this.
Morgan pulled up his legs and hid his face in his arms, feeling tears pressing on.
Now he finally realized, he was truly alone.
Morgan felt scared, no terrified.
Something was happening with him and he didn't understand what. These people who wanted him, Morgan figured that the two men from back the and the man in red, was somehow related. But if that was the case, why didn't the man in red just force him along? The two men had seemed pretty determined to get a hold of Morgan, as a boy.
Why didn't they just do whatever they wanted with him and get it over with?
Why wait?
Wasn't he already broken enough?
Morgan shifted in the bed and looked up suddenly, as a smell of fresh brewed coffee and warm bread tickled his nose.
Confused and curious, Morgan pushed aside the covers and stepped out of the bed.
Hesitant, he opened the bedroom door and walked into to joined living room and kitchen. Morgan stopped in his tracks, finding a blonde haired man, dressed in loose pajama pants and a black unbuttoned shirt, walking about in Morgan's kitchen, whistling to himself.
You're not alone.
A silent voice told Morgan and he remembered how the detective had showed up the day before. How they had spend the rest of the day just talking and laughing together.
Morgan remembered having woken once, during the night, only to find himself tucked up in Arthur's arms, feeling more warm and safe than ever, before falling back into a peaceful sleep.
He watched Arthur, as the other man opened the oven and pulled out a couple of freshly backed bread buns. His eyes caught Morgan's as he looked up.
"Well, goodmorning sleepyhead!" He said cheerfully and smiled at Morgan, "I was just about to go and wake you up. Breakfast is ready." Arthur glanced at his arm watch, "Or maybe the term brunch is more accurate, considering it's almost ." He added and grinned.
Morgan gave Arthur a look and walked up to the kitchen table to find bread, scrabbled eggs, small sausages, bacon, coffee and everything else belonging to a traditional British brunch table.
He looked at Arthur surprised.
"Did you make all this?" He asked gobsmacked. Arthur nodded proudly.
"Well, most of it." He admitted, "The bread, I bought premade, only had to bake it."
Morgan stared at the grand meal before him, not really sure what to do.
"But all this stuff, I didnt even..."
"Yeah, I went and did some early shopping." Arthur said and scratched the back of his neck in a nervous manner. Morgan looked up at the blonde.
"Why?"
Arthur shrugged nonchalantly.
"I wanted to." He said, as if that was his answer to everything.
Morgan stood still and stared at all the food. He felt confused, as to what he was supposed to feel. Not a moment ago, he had felt completely lost and alone, after the dream's relevation and then he'd come out to find Arthur having made breakfast to him.
Arthur, who was a man, he had met only a few times, a yet Morgan felt more content and safe with him than with anyone else. He recognized all the small details about the other man, as if he knew them all too well. The presence of the detective felt as that of a dear friend, who Morgan had known for years.
And this, more than anything else, puzzled Morgan.
"Are you okay?" Arthur asked, pulling Morgan out of his thoughts, "You seem a bit shaken up and looks as if you've been crying."
Morgan cursed to himself and dried his eyes with the back of his hands.
"I'm fine." He said quickly and coughed, clearing his voice, "Just a dream."
"Wanna talk about it?" Arthur asked and gave Morgan a gentle, concerned look. Morgan shook his head and sat down by the table.
"Not really." He mumbled, avoiding Arthur's glance. To his surprise, Morgan soon felt a pair of strong arms embracing him from behind. He automatically leaned into the warmth and comfort of the other. He closed his eyes as he felt every last bit of the before felt loneliness, fade into nothing, as the warmth filled him up.
"Don't you have work?" Morgan then asked, not moving one inch in the embrace.
"Not ." Came the answer behind him. Morgan hummed pleasantly and opened his eyes to meet Arthur's.
"Really? What should we do until then?" He asked, voice a little husk and teasing. Arthur crooked a playful smirk.
"I can think of a few things we could do..."
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The office was quiet, except for the heavy rain hitting the floor to ceiling windows. Windows revealing grey and dark skies over the Tower bridge and London Eye.
The room was dimly lit by a large terrarium behind the desk and a fireplace, by the small couch group.
Another sound broke the quiet office, when a small rumbling and click came from behind one of the bookshelves. The bookshelf moved aside and a woman in her late 20's stepped out from behind it.
She was drying her hands in a cloth, painting it deep red from blood. Growing the bloodied cloth into the fire, the woman headed to the terrarium.
"Well done, my small pets." She said affectionally, as two black and one brown spiders crawled down her arm into her palms. Opening a part of the glass terrarium, the woman put her hand in. The 2 inch black spider along with the brown, immediately jumped off her hand and into the web covered greenery of the terrarium. However, the last one, with a distinct red hourglass on its back, crawled back up her arm. The woman chuckled.
"More cuddle time, Princess?" She asked and retrieved her hand, "Very well then."
The spider crawled back up the arm and settled on the warm spot in the crook of the woman's neck.
A small knock on the office door made the woman look up.
"Enter." The woman called as she sat down behind the desk. A man, in his early 50's stepped in hesitantly and gave the woman behind the desk a unsure look.
"It's ready, mistress." He said, voice small and slightly shaking, "All that's left is your order to distribute it."
The woman crooked a smirk.
"Did you hear that, Princess?" She asked and petted the small spider, "It's finally ready." She then looked back at the man, still standing close to the door.
"Very well," She said to him and nodded, "You know what to do."
The man nodded and was about to leave when the woman stopped him.
"Oh, and tell Morven to come see me."
It wasn't long before it knocked on the door again and a man dressed in a red suit entered the office. The woman got up and stepped around the desk.
"Morven, how are we progressing?" She asked, walking up to him, a single finger petting the spider continuously. The man called Morven gave a small bow.
"He is very stubborn, my mistress." He answered, standing straight in front of the woman, "He won't accept it easily."
The woman hummed.
"I never expected it to be easy." She replied annoyed with a sneer, "If he's anything like how Morgana described him, I knew he would be a hard man to break." She paused for a moment, staring into the pouring rain outside and the London beneath, "Pay him another visit. If there's still no progress after that, we'll try the next step."
"Yes mistress." Morven said with another bow and made attempt to leave.
"How are my other pets progressing?" She then asked as she returned to her desk. Morven stopped, with a hand on the door handle and looked back at her.
"As planned, Mistress." He assured her, "They're scared and just about to announce higher taxes to pay enforced military."
"Perfect." She said, a wicked smile creeping across her lips. The spider crawled down her arm and across the desk, it's eight legs running effortlessly, to a white crystal on the desk.
"Did you hear that, Morgana? As planned."
The image of a black haired and pale skinned woman appeared within the crystal.
She let out an impatient groan.
"Why waste time?" She asked annoyed, her voice low, "You have them both right at your mercy, why not kill them right away?"
The woman smiled and turned to the crystal.
"Because, my dear Morgana, I am not you. I won't be as reckless." She answered patiently, "Besides, killing Merlin now would be a crying waste and too easy. I'd much rather use him. Merlin has a pure and innocent heart, letting the prophecy happen would be the ultimate revenge against him."
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Their laughter spread from the small corner of Hyde Park. The joint went between them, as they sat close together, trying to stay warm from the cold evening.
Morgan looked around, taking time to remember the faces of his friends. Ever since that morning of the dream and breakfast with Arthur a little week ago, Morgan had come to realize that he truly wasn't alone.
Although he couldn't really tell them what was happening with him, like the man in red and the things he sometimes caused, he still had friends. Friends he had known most of his life and who, deep down he considered as family.
He wasn't broken.
Morgan's eyes fell on Will. Blond, almost golden hair, reaching just under his ears. Dusty blue eyes and a slightly yellow smile. He had known William since the first orphanage.
When all the other children had mocked Morgan, for thinking he had been able to do magic, but couldn't show them, Will had been the only one to defend and support him.
Elyse, a dark skinned girl with a contagious laugh and Pete, a tall dangly guy with a crude sense of humor, were another two, whom Morgan had met during his time at different orphanages. The four of them had no family, having left behind one way or the other, but they'd found each other and stuck together like the four musketeers.
No, Morgan was far from alone.
"So Elyse, how's married life treating ya'?" Will asked and nodged the young woman next to him. Elyse grinned and gave him a shoulder punch in return. She had been the only one of the four, who had been adopted. Getting responsible and caring caretakers, she had gone to school properly and started university, studying medicine, where she had met a guy, who she'd recently married.
"It means I have my personal servant, so it's all good." She answered and took the join Pete handed her.
"Nothing different from when you were a kid then?" He pointed out, and blew out. Elyse took a drag of the joint.
"Not entirely." She admitted and looked around at the guys, "I only have one, which is far less, than the three I had back then." She said and blinked, making the three men laugh.
It was true though.
Elyse was not just the only girl, in their group, but the youngest too and so, the three boys had spoiled her, as big brothers would their little sister.
The four of them continued to talk and laugh amongst themselves, Elyse teasing Morgan about the guy she knew he had dreamt about for years and whether or not that dream guy was gonna turn up one day. Old and affectionate teasings.
However, somehow Morgan couldn't get himself to tell them, that in fact, he had met said dream guy and had been seeing him a few times. This was another thing he couldn't make himself tell them. If he told them, they would have questions of how, when and why. Questions which Morgan himself, couldn't even answer. He couldn't tell them, not until he understood himself.
At some point, during the night, after Elyse had gone home, another group joined the three young men. Morgan knew them, having hung out with them a few times and didn't think much of it when they brought out a small plastic bag of pills.
A new drug. They had informed with excitement and taken one pill,m themselves, before passing the bag around.
This new drug, apparently, was supposed to take you on the wildest and most surreal ride, making you feel like you were flying and capable of doing anything.
The first thing Morgan thought, putting the small, light blue pill on his tongue, was that it tasted minty.
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Arthur was seriously starting to think about taking up the chief of MI5's offer.
He wasn't getting anywhere in his investigations. Not the murders or the explosions. Maybe the title of a MI agent would grant him access to more confidential documents, which could shine a little light upon what was happening in his city.
Arthur let out a long, resigned sigh and dropped his head on the desk. It had been months already and he was none the wiser.
It had brought nothing but sleepless nights and Arthur suspected, a beginning stomach ulcer. Maybe he should take Ashley's advice and just let the murder case go already, focus on more important things, like his upcoming wedding. Arthur groaned at the mere thought of it. Shouldn't a man be excited about his own wedding? Why did it feel like a chore to him?
Tableplans.
Decor.
Food.
Flowers.
Music.
Speeches.
Chore, chore, chores...
Arthur leaned back in his chair and looked up into his ceiling.
Should he make an invite for Morgan? Maybe that would lighten to mood, having him there.
Arthur made a face. No. No, that would defiantly be awkward, considering the things they'd done to each other.
He let out another resigned sigh and was about to drop further into his chair, when he heard commotion out side his office.
Stepping out to the general area and arrival hall, Arthur found several of his subordinate constables, struggling with holding down a group of hysteric people, men and women.
"What's going on?" Arthur asked, stepping up to a slight frightning looking receptionist.
She looked up at him, startled by his sudden appearance and stood up.
"There's been another eviction, sir." She answered and gave him a small nod in respect.
"Eviction?" Arthur asked confused, never having heard of something like this, "Another?"
"Yes sir." She answered and stepped back as a struggling constable and man came closer to her, "Buildings are being emptied and torn down sir. It's part of the new plan for the city."
Arthur stepped forward, as the man fell on his back and the constable lifted his baton to strike.
Arthur caught the baton midair and gave the constable an angry look.
"What are you doing?!" He shouted, surprising the constable who looked at him confused.
"The man was resisting arrest, sir." He explained, as if it should have been obvious. Arthur ripped the baton from the constable.
"Arrested for what?" He asked, feeling himself growing angry and annoyed, "For wanting keep his home?" Arthur guessed, not hiding his spite, "For wanting a place to feel safe?"
The constable stared at him, utterly confused and slightly scared. He opened his mouth, about to answer when another one stepped in.
"Pence." A voice spoke behind Arthur, making him turn to find Adley, an older subordinate, who had worked in the force since before Arthur was born.
"Let the constable do his job." He said as he walked to Arthur and took the baton from him.
"You knew about this?" Arthur asked feeling just a little outraged. Ever since becoming a leader in the force, he had considered Adley an ally and confidant he could turn to when his responsible had seemed heavy.
Adley nodded and gave the constable his baton.
"Orders from your father." He said and put an arm around Arthur, leading him back towards his office, "With everything going on, there's made a new plan for the city, to keep it more safe."
Arthur pushed Adley's arm away angrily and glared at him.
"You call forcing people from their homes, making the city safe?" He spat, "Safe for who?"
Adley sighed and gave Arthur a look.
"With the murders and random explosions, what's gonna be next?!" Arthur asked, feeling the anger and frustration rise within him.
"Drugs."
Arthur looked up to find his friend and closest subordinate, Lance, by his office.
"What?"
"There's a new drug in the streets." He elaborated and handed Arthur a small plastic bag with two light blue pills, "A nasty one, which according to the coroner, slowly burns the organs from the inside."
Arthur stared at the pills for a moment before looking up at Lance.
"How did you come across this?" He asked and held up the bag.
"A body was found in Hyde Park this morning." Lance answered, "A young man, early to mid twenties. The pills where found on him." He said and nodded towards the drugs in Arthur's hand, "The coroner said his organs was covered in wounds, caused by acid."
"Caused by the drug?" Arthur wanted to know and ignored the bad feeling luring at the buttom of his gut. Lance nodded.
"Most likely sir. However we haven't had the time of means to properly examine the drug yet."
Arthur sighed and turned the blue pills in his hand. He really had a bad feeling about this. "Take me to the body." He said, not realizing his voice was shaking as Lance nodded again and motioned Arthur to follow him.
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A/N: That was it for this year, hope you liked it