Sorry for not updating yesterday... this chapter is very long though, I hope you'll like it. Oh and... HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW SHERLOCK TRAILER? ? ?

CHAPTER 14
Water You Thinking About?

Yet again, Morgan woke up to her window open, the candles suddenly burning and her door opening on its own. She hated every morning ever since that blasted storm. Not only has she been having nightmares every other night since then, she also witnessed her eyes turning gold and weird things happening around her.

It was a mistake inviting Agatha over. She knew it happened a week ago, but still. So many things could have gone wrong. Luckily, she only burned her finger (thanks to magic), but at least she didn't wake up with her curtains burning. And yeah, that happened once before. The bathroom was close to her room, so she used her shower to douse the fire, but still. She kept a pot of water near her bed ever since. Not when Agatha slept over though, that would be weird.

But she needed a little bit of normality again, and watching Sherlock with her seemed like a good way to do that.

In most of her dreams, she saw a white castle. A huge white castle, with towers and courtyard and a whole city and gates, horses, everything. She knew that place, but she didn't know that place. She's never been there.

She's been to visit only one castle in her entire life. And that was when she was 12, one year before her parents died and she ended up in orphanage. They visited the Bolsover castle. She remembered she loved it there as a kid, and ever since then, she knew she wanted to visit more castles and feel like she felt in Bolsover castle again.

But then her parents died and all her dreams died with them.

Not all of them though - she moved to Glastonbury as soon as she could. This place, this town... it always seemed so familiar to her. She visited the King Arthur's tomb many times (and met Agatha there), and it always felt as if there was something more. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

And now with all those strange dreams, medieval flashbacks in her head and magic? Was this something more? That something she has been looking for this whole time?

Morgan... or Morgana, sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Her name was another thing that didn't seem quite right. In all of her dreams, when she heard different and somehow familiar voices, they all called her Morgana. It was very similar to her real name, but why would they call her that? Wasn't Morgana le Fay an evil enchantress? The enemy to king Arthur?

"Why does this keep happening to me," she mumbled as she threw her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, walking to her desk and blowing the candles out. Thank god she hid the burnt curtain so Agatha couldn't see it. She had no idea how would she explain that.

She yawned and put her socks on, closing the window and going to the bathroom. Then she made herself breakfast and watched the news – nothing new. People were still either becoming aware of their magical abilities or robbing banks or not having any special abilities at all. It was chaos out there, but not that she cared.

Experimentally, she looked at her fridge and started concentrating and narrowing her eyes. Perhaps she could use her magic at least for something. No one liked having to get up from the table to fetch something, and if her magic could help with that, maybe it wasn't such a curse after all.

The door of the fridge opened and she managed to spill the milk. "Jesus," she frowned and got up to clean it all up. Why did she mess up everything she touched? Or didn't even touch?

Later that day (because it was Sunday), she decided to go outside. She took her warm purple coat, a scarf and a bobble hat, and then she drove over to the lake. She parked behind one of the hills, hopefully hiding her car from Merlin and his house.

She didn't know why she didn't want him to see her around the lake. She just knew that whenever she was near him and his other blonde friend (which was so far two or three times), she felt... uneasy. Strange. She didn't want to be mean to them, she barely even knew them, but everything just kept telling her they were not her friends.

So she got out of the car and walked over to the lake and to the forests around. She could really use some time to relax, especially in a forest – for some reason she liked the trees around her, it gave her similar feeling like the one she got at the Bolsover castle. And she missed that.

She breathed in the chilly air and breathed out, closing her eyes while still moving forward.

"I want him dead!"

She quickly turned around as she heard the shout. She frowned and for some reason she started breathing faster and she kept looking around her, searching for whoever said those words. "Hello?" She called, but received no response.

"Tell me where the king is!"

"I'd rather die."

"Then you shall have your wish... once you've told me. Not even you Sir knight, can resist the charms of Nathair..."

Morgan put her hands over her ears and closed her eyes, trying to block those awful voices. One of them sounded just like her, but filled with so much hatred that she almost didn't recognise her own voice at all. The other one sounded like a man. She didn't know what was happening, but she wasn't going crazy.

It was because of her magic again. It had to be.

"Hello, Emrys."

Who the hell was Emrys? Morgan started running back to her car, but nothing seemed to help her make the voices shut up.

"I am a High Priestess. No mortal blade can kill me."

Suddenly Morgan fell down to her knees as a sharp pain appeared in her stomach. She quickly unzipped her coat and pulled up her sweater, looking at her skin – there was no blood. She frowned and got up again, holding her side and running back to her car.

As soon as she closed the door behind her, she locked the car and closed her eyes, her breaths and heartbeat still faster than they should be.

What the hell was that? What the hell just happened? Why did she hear Those voices and why did it all sort of feel like a deja vu? She decided that the safest place was her flat, so she started the car and drove away. As soon as she was on the road, she slowed down and glanced at Merlin's house. She looked into his windows and narrowed her eyes.

There had to be a reason why he was so familiar to her. But there were other days for figuring that out, right now she needed to get back to her flat as soon as possible. Or maybe she could call Ag and ask her why was Merlin so familiar, of course she wouldn't tell her what was going on though...

But anyway, she couldn't spend any more time in the forest.

xoXÖXox

The door to their room burst open as Agatha marched forward and dropped her bags beside her chosen bed. She had the right to choose since she drove them there, and it took almost two hours to do that. She turned to them with a big smile on her face and her eyes sparkling like tiny drops of water on clear glass.

"This trip has officially began!" She laughed and took Merlin's hands to get him to the room. He almost dropped his bags as she started spinning him around and he laughed with her and with Arthur as the king closed the door.

This was Merlin's first time at a sea, and the first time he owned any kind of swimwear – trunks. Well, he didn't find them at home so it wasn't incorrect to assume so. The only thing that kept him not completely happy was this weird unsettling feeling at the pit of his stomach. And it wasn't just the usual nervous feeling – butterflies in his stomach you could call it – because he's already got used to that. He felt it every minute of every day (because he spent every minute of every day with Arthur). But this was a different feeling. He felt it a few times when he was with Arthur at the lake, but it wasn't this strong.

"I'm so excited," Arthur smiled at them as he put his bags on another bed. There were three beds in the room, each of them separated from the others by a little bedside table. Arthur looked up at Agatha and at the beds and then he glanced at Merlin. "Are you sure you don't want another room? I'm sure I could arrange that..."

"I'm not letting you arrange anything on your own." Merlin told him right away, silencing Arthur who just rolled his eyes.

Agatha chuckled and then smiled at Arthur. "No, it's fine. I don't mind if you don't."

"I don't." Merlin reassured her with an easy smile and so did Arthur, after glancing at Merlin again.

Agatha nodded and knelt down to open her bag and go through it. After she threw out the majority of her clothes (Merlin was a little surprised to see she was just as unorganized as Arthur was – he had to pack his things up for him), she pulled out her purple swimsuit and grinned as she pressed it to her body and stood up.

"I've been waiting to show you that," she smiled. "What do you think?"

"It's beautiful!" Merlin smiled at her. When he looked at Arthur though, the former king's eyes were wide. Merlin frowned and turned to him completely, together with Agatha.

"What's wrong with it?" Ag asked, lowering her hands with the swimsuit.

"Is that... how women dress these days?" Arthur asked hesitantly. "Because back in Camelot you could be put in the stocks for this."

"It's normal these days." Ag explained.

"Yeah, women like to undress more, which I don't find particularly normal, but that's just how it is." Merlin shrugged. "You know, people don't put other people in the stocks these days either."

"That's a shame." Arthur smirked and glanced at Merlin, clearing his throat immediately after. "But anyway, it is a beautiful colour."

"Thanks," Agatha smiled at him and threw the swimsuit on her bed carelessly. "You guys have nice trunks too, you know?" She laughed, knowing well that they didn't really like it.

They spent almost an entire hour just wandering through shops in the city, trying to find something suitable for Merlin and for Arthur. Arthur's trunks were red, and Merlin's were blue. These two colours somehow seemed to be characteristic for them, and she liked them in those colours.

"You'll look perfect, you'll see." Agatha laughed when she saw the slight doubt on their faces. When she looked at them, the doubt was replaced by a fake smile in an instant though.

"Alright, let's unpack and then prepare for the first trip to the water!" Agatha said as she knelt down on the floor, unzipping her bags again. The sun was high, there was no strong wind, and although the water was cold, it was nothing a couple of warm towels couldn't fix. She didn't have a chance to go to the sea in the last six years, and since her sister had recently been to Australia, she thought she could enjoy herself for a few days too.

Well, her boss let her off his hook for a week, so she was definitely about to enjoy that.

"Isn't it too cold to actually get into the water?" Merlin voiced his worries. He wasn't really worried about the temperature, it was quite fine outside, but that strange feeling in his stomach wouldn't let him rest, and it sort of jumped when Agatha mentioned swimming.

He really hoped he wasn't afraid of the water or anything, why would he keep protecting the lake then? Besides, he's been to the lake before – when he ran to meet Arthur and didn't even know who it was at first. Since then... the only water he used was in the bathroom.

"Are you kidding? It's like 22 degrees(*)," Agatha told him. "This might be the last chance we get to swim in this entire year, I'm not sure you noticed, but it's autumn." She said.

"Yeah, I know, it's just... I don't want either of you to catch a cold or something. And I don't want to catch anything either." He started playing with the hem of his shirt slightly as he stepped back and looked down.

"It's fine, Merlin." Agatha smiled at him reassuringly. "You don't have to go into the water if you don't want to."

And he was grateful for her understanding, but it wasn't really him in the water he was worried about. He didn't like the idea of Arthur being anywhere close the sea, and he had no idea why.

After they unpacked most of the things and ate something, they changed into the swimsuits and put on normal clothes over it. Then they finally locked the room (each of them had a key), and they left, driving to the nearest beach.

"So, do you want to be here, or..." Agatha asked as she looked at the beach full of people. They weren't the only ones who didn't mind slightly cool weather it seemed. And judging by Agatha's expression, she was hoping they would agree with her and want to find a different part of the beach.

Before Merlin could reply, Arthur answered. "I don't think this is the best place for us." He said. "After all, we're not really from here, at least I am not. Maybe we should find some more silent place."

"I agree," Merlin added as Agatha nodded, her lips pursed into a thin line.

"It's settled then," she smiled. "Let's find someplace better."

They started walking to the right side of the beach, passing many parents, couples, friends and kids, umbrellas near multicoloured towels and sandcastles. There were rocks and a high cliff where they were going. Maybe they could find a quiet, peaceful place with no one else so they can enjoy the sea properly.

As soon as they rounded the cliff and other large rocks, they knew they found the right place. There was still sand, but not a lot of it – just enough for three towels and a possible sandcastle. The little secret beach ended on the other side, the rocks meeting the water.

An easy smile appeared on Merlin's face as he entered the beach after his two friends. He didn't want to smile, he really didn't because the feeling in his stomach grew even stronger, but that beach was just so perfect. He closed his eyes briefly and though the wind wasn't particularly warm, it pleasantly played with his dark hair as soon as he removed the sun hat he wore on the way from Ag's car to the sea.

He really didn't understand what could be so wrong about something that looked so beautiful.

"It's been so long since I bathed like this," Arthur smiled, bringing Merlin from the magical moment back into reality.

Agatha laughed and Merlin turned around, just in time to see Arthur unzipping his coat and throwing his clothes all around him carelessly. As soon as he was only in his red trunks and nothing else, Merlin lost all ability to make coherent thoughts.

What was he supposed to do and what should he look like? Should he look away or keep looking at him as if nothing was wrong or should he-

"Don't drool all over yourself," Agatha whispered into his ear, startling Merlin like never before. He jumped away, quickly closing his mouth (that had apparently been open) and turned to her, rolling his eyes.

"I'm not," he whispered back as he turned to look at Arthur again, who just went into the water. The feeling in Merlin's stomach grew stronger and he frowned, but Agatha wasn't looking at him. She just raised her eyebrow and shrugged with a little smirk.

"Definitely seemed so," she smiled and ran after Arthur, entering the cold water as well. She squealed a little bit and told Arthur something, which Merlin couldn't hear.

Not because they were far away, but because the feeling in his stomach spread through the rest of his body and for a second he felt as if paralyzed. What the hell was wrong with him? His friends were having the best day of their lives while he was just standing there, still in his clothes and just looking at them as if he didn't know them at all.

He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to will that feeling away and concentrate on something else instead. Like on Arthur's handsome body. He opened his eyes and just stared at him, keeping his mouth shut this time. And then he decided it would take a while, so he laid out a big towel on the sand and picked up Arthur's and Agatha's clothes after them and folded them on his towel. Then he sat down and took his phone out of his pocket, opening the camera and zooming in on Arthur's face.

"Oh boy," he took a deep breath as he focused on Arthur's smile and similar smile formed on his face.

Then Arthur's eyes found his and Merlin's heart started beating a little faster. He looked up at Arthur who was looking at him from the water. The king waved and smiled.

"I want to see those pictures once we're back!" He called at him. Merlin smiled and showed him his thumb up – to which Arthur frowned until Agatha started explaining to him what it meant. Then he smiled in return and did the same gesture with his both hands.

Merlin sighed and zoomed in on Arthur's abs. Right. So no inappropriate pictures that Arthur could find afterwards. Merlin thought.

He wondered how often was he with Arthur alone in his chambers, dressing Arthur up. Arthur told him they used to do that, but Merlin refused to do it in this century. And to be honest, he quite regretted that decision. But maybe it was better this way – he couldn't even imagine how red his cheeks would be if he saw Arthur almost naked from that close.

He was blushing even now and Arthur wasn't even close to him.

Merlin put the phone away and looked at Arthur and Agatha again. He became painfully aware of the feeling again, and he couldn't get rid of it. There was just something with Arthur and water that made him feel scared, like he wanted to protect Arthur and not let him go into the water at all.

Maybe something happened to Arthur in the water. Maybe...

The sun disappeared and clouds gathered up on the grey sky. It was evening. The wind was cold and the water that went up to his knees was even colder. Merlin looked down and saw that he was standing in a lake. The lake. And in front of him... there was a boat. A boat with a body inside – a dead body of a great king of legends. The boat with Arthur was slowly moving away from him and he couldn't do anything about it.

It was over. He had failed.

"In sibbe gereste."

Merlin blinked and immediately got up from the ground, looking around him, confused. His eyes were wide, his heart was beating too fast for his liking and his hands were shaking. And that feeling was stronger than before, but what did it all mean?

And then he heard a scream.

Merlin looked up and saw a wave coming to the shore. Behind that wave was Agatha, standing, and a body with red trunks floating on the surface.

Merlin's blood ran cold as he yelled Arthur's name and started running toward his king, not caring about the water at all. That feeling was gone after all – it had felt like a warning. He understood now. He lost Arthur to water once, he couldn't do that again.

"Arthur!" He screamed as he ran to the water in his clothes, swimming towards the man he loved.

Agatha was already holding him, trying to reach the shore and once Merlin reached her, he helped her and grabbed Arthur by his head and shoulders, using his magic to move faster.

His eyes were gold and full of tears and some part of all of this felt instinctive, but the rest of Merlin's brain was just screaming, trapped in endless despair.

They reached the sand and Merlin laid Arthur down.

"Arthur! Arthur!"

Agatha got up and started running away, calling for help, but Merlin couldn't hear her. He couldn't even see her, all of his senses were completely devoted to Arthur who was lying in his lap on the shore, the sand sticking to his wet skin.

He started pumping the water out of him, the skill suddenly appearing as if he already did this many times before. And of course he knew how to do that, he lived in the Lake village - future Glastonbury - and he helped its people during the floods.

How did he know that?

"Arthur! Wake up!"

I need you!

And then it all came back to him. The people. Faces. Feelings. Moments he thought he'd lost forever. All those centuries of his life, every day by day, appearing in his mind again, as if the dark clouds just simply disappeared and helped him see everything clear again.

"Arthur!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, with tears streaming down his face and his eyes flashing from blue to gold and to blue again. Was his magic trying to help? Was it actually helping?

Where was Agatha?

"Arthur!"

"Merlin!" He heard a female voice yelling and running closer to him, followed by the sound of other people. Agatha knelt down next to him again in the same moment Arthur started coughing. Merlin helped him turn over and get the water out of his lungs as he kept coughing and Merlin kept crying.

He knew everything now. He remembered every moment they'd shared in the past, every moment he spent alone, without Arthur. Without the other side of the coin, without his other half that made him complete.

"Arthur!" He cried and hiccupped, grabbing Arthur by his shoulders as soon as he turned up to look at him, and kissing him right then and there, lips on lips.

He didn't have to think about it, it just happened. And he couldn't feel anything except for Arthur's lips, gently moving against his own as his hands tightened around Arthur's shoulders. And then another pair of hands appeared on his cheek and around his neck and he was pulled down into a hug, still pressing his lips to Arthur's and almost forgetting to breathe at all.

Every sound around him was dulled compared to the sound of his breathing and heart beating. Agatha's crying laugh, the sound of the ocean waves hitting the cliff and the shouting and clapping of hands from the people who were watching them and probably congratulating them.

When he pulled away and finally opened his eyes, Arthur's crystal blue eyes were looking into his. And Merlin was cradling his face in his hands, smiling like a complete idiot. They were mere inches apart, and there was nothing more urgent Merlin could think of saying than this:

"I remember." He whispered. "I remember everything."

Arthur's smile got bigger and he pulled him in for another hug before he collapsed on the sand with Merlin on top of him. Merlin closed his eyes and didn't want to hear anything else except for Arthur's once again steady heartbeat. Nothing else was this reassuring.

As the time went by, the people disappeared and Merlin could hear Agatha talking to them. Then he heard her footsteps as she walked to them again, sitting down into the send next to them. Merlin opened his eyes and took a deep breath, sitting up, but still keeping the contact with Arthur by gently stroking his hand. Arthur sat up then too, with Merlin's help.

"I'm sorry this trip turned out like this," Agatha apologized.

"You have nothing to apologize for." Merlin smiled at her. The smile looked like from a very old and tired, wise man, who was happy at the moment. "I didn't feel good about this trip from the start, but I didn't say anything." He admitted. "It felt... like a warning, perhaps."

"Maybe it was." Arthur told him, coughing again.

"It's not a warning if you don't know about it until the very last second," Merlin said, but then he looked up and smiled. "But I remember now." He smiled up at Agatha.

"What?"

"I remember everything." He laughed. Then he had to wipe his teary eyes with his wet sleeve as he sniffled. Agatha's smile couldn't match any other smile Merlin's seen on anyone else – she looked so happy that she could explode.

"Oh my god, Merlin!" She laughed and briefly hugged him. "The doctor was right! You finally remember everything!"

He nodded.

"What do you think set it off?" Arthur asked. "I mean, I've been trying to make you remember for the last month or so."

Merlin shrugged as he thought about it. "I think... I might have sort of relived something." He looked down and then glanced at the blue body of water next to him. "I had a vision before Arthur got hit by that wave. I saw him on a boat. He was dead, and I think I had put him there. He was floating away from me on that lake, and I think... I didn't want it happen to again... It almost did."

"But it didn't," Arthur smiled at him and took his hand, making Merlin's breath hitch. "I'm still here."

"I'm so glad you are," Merlin whispered, earning himself another hug from Arthur.

Agatha slowly started clapping, grinning like an idiot. "I thought you guys liked each other." She told them as they pulled away again. "I mean, I knew about Merlin liking you, but I just wasn't 100% sure you liked Merlin back." She laughed awkwardly.

"How could I not like him back?" Arthur put his hand on Merlin's thigh and smiled up at him. Then he coughed again and got up. "Am I the only one who still wants to get into the water?" He asked then.

Merlin rolled his eyes as he slowly stood up as well. "This time I'm going with you though. I can't have you swimming around, unprotected."

"So I'll be protected by an idiot like you?" Arthur snorted. "How could you protect me?"

"Careful, I could also take you apart with less than one blow." Merlin smirked, knowing well he almost repeated one of the first things he ever told Arthur after meeting him.

"That's pretty far from protecting, don't you think?" Arthur laughed as he started going backwards to the water, keeping his eyes on Merlin's smirk.

"Oh I can protect you," he laughed as he started taking his clothes off, Arthur staring at him the whole time.

"I'll just stay here for a while then," Agatha laughed as they started running to the water. Merlin turned at her and nodded, looking back at Arthur immediately after.

It was time to finally have some fun.

xoXÖXox

Agatha smirked and took another towel from her bag, putting it around her shoulders and sitting down on Merlin's towel. She had enough for one day already. Besides, she could really use some time to continue writing her novel again, and yes, she knew that it wasn't the best thing to do on a beach, but she didn't bring anything else.

So she opened her laptop and started writing paragraph after paragraph, eventually stopping and taking a few pictures of Merlin and Arthur in the water. They were swimming around each other, throwing water at each other and laughing. To be honest, Agatha didn't think she saw Merlin laugh like that yet. Not even Arthur.

They looked so in love.

Her smile faded away a little bit as she thought about that. She met a guy once. She fell in love with him and they'd been flirting around for weeks, but when he finally asked her out... she found out he was a complete asshole. She still couldn't get over it. He even had two other girlfriends who didn't even know about each other – that was until she told them what their boyfriend was really like.

He moved out and never talked to her again, and so she tried to fill her days with writing and eventually visiting Glastonbury and meeting Morgan.

Agatha smiled and opened her bag once again to find her notepad. She started reading all those old prompts she hasn't had time to use yet. There was one about hobbies, and another one she wrote when Merlin and Arthur were painting...

She smiled as she remembered that day and looked over at her boys again. They were looking at her, saying something. Then Merlin waved his hand and pointed behind the cliff and rocks on the end of the beach. They probably wanted to swim over there.

So she nodded and smiled at them and then they started swimming away, leaving her alone only with her laptop. Ag sighed and started writing a short story for one of the prompts to exercise herself before she started writing her book again.

And then her phone started ringing.

She rolled her eyes and let the towel fall off her shoulders, finding the ringing phone in her bag.

It was Morgan.

"Hi!" She grinned when she put the phone to her ear. "How are you doing?"

"I need to ask you something," Morgan went straight to her point, surprising Agatha a little bit.

Some kid from the crowded part of the beach yelled for his mom as Agatha wanted to answer. "What is it?" She asked.

"What was that?" Morgan asked instead. "Was that a kid? Where are you?"

"I'm with Merlin and Arthur, at the sea." She answered simply and shrugged. And then she realized – she forgot to tell Morgan they were going there!

"The sea?" Morgan asked, clearly slightly annoyed. "You didn't tell me Merlin wasn't at home."

"What?"

"Nothing, you just didn't tell me you'd be gone. With them." She corrected herself before Agatha could react properly. "Where are you?"

"Just near Bristol... anyway, what was that question you wanted to ask?" Ag smiled slightly and put the phone to her other ear, closing her notepad with the other.

"I just..." Agatha could hear a slight sigh on the other side. As if Morgan was deciding whether she should ask her at all. "I was just wondering... before Merlin and I met... do you think we might have met before? I mean... I know he's the Ghost of Glastonbury and all that, but just... he seems really familiar. And that other guy does too. What was his name again?"

Agatha was already frowning. "Um... Arthur." She told her friend. "But I don't think you could have met him before. He uh... he lived in another city before he moved here about a month ago, you know? So I don't think you-"

"Arthur?" Morgan repeated his name as if it was very important for some reason. She couldn't have known about the legend, could she? Agatha knew they met at King Arthur's tomb in Glastonbury, but surely she couldn't have known this Arthur was the actual king.

"Yeah, Arthur." She looked over at where Arthur with Merlin were supposed to be, but she couldn't see them – oh, they were still behind the cliff. "Morgan, I don't think you could have ever-"

"Never mind, it's fine." Morgan cut her off. "It's okay, I must have confused him with someone. Sorry."

"But-"

"Enjoy your holiday!" Morgan told her and hung up, leaving Agatha all confused. What just happened?

Morgan had no way of knowing that Merlin was the real Merlin and Arthur was the real Arthur. And if so, she would have made that connection at least a month ago, at the concert... but they didn't actually tell her Arthur's name then, did they?

But even if Morgan realized that, she should be fine. They could be a happy group of friends, knowing something the rest of the world didn't.

"Well," Agatha shrugged and put her notepad and phone back into her bag. Then she stretched her fingers as she laid them on her keyboard. "Let's continue this then." She smiled and started writing again.

Nothing felt better than writing. At least in Agatha's mind.

xoXÖXox

"Hey, hey hey, stop," Arthur took Merlin hand gently under the water to stop him from swimming away. They were behind the cliff now, completely and utterly alone. "Agatha can't see us now," he smirked and his heart started beating faster.

"Now what would such an old man want to do with me?" Merlin smirked and let the water take him closer to Arthur as he entwined their fingers and raised them above the water surface.

"I'm not old, you are!" Arthur laughed. "All those years I'd spent in Avalon don't count." He added. "I don't even remember any of it," he laughed. He loved this – their usual banter. It made everything feel normal again. He was happy.

His wish from the hunting trip came true.

"Well, if I'm that old," Merlin looked up as he smiled and swam even closer to Arthur. "That makes me very experienced, doesn't it?"

Arthur smiled and wrapped his other arm around Merlin's waist, while still moving his legs to keep them above the surface. He pulled Merlin closer and kissed him, gently brushing his lips against Merlin's.

Without opening his eyes and pulling away, he whispered, "I've been wanting to do that for so long."

"Not for as long as I have," Merlin argued, chuckling slightly as he wrapped his arm around Arthur's shoulders. "I've... I think I felt something for you right from the start." He admitted, finally opening his eyes, but choosing to look down at the water instead of Arthur's eyes.

"I'm sorry it took me so long, then." Arthur told him, but Merlin started shaking his head.

"It wasn't like that, I... I didn't understand what was it about you that kept me... interested. I would have stopped working for you if I could, but I just couldn't. And one of the reasons was that I knew me working for you and protecting you was my destiny."

Arthur laughed at that, earning himself a look from Merlin. "How could you have known that?"

A little smile appeared on Merlin's face and he looked into Arthur's eyes. "I remember everything I've lived through for the past thousand years. And I know we'll need to have a serious conversation about it, a conversation that includes the answer to your question." He paused for a second, still looking into Arthur's young curious eyes. "You don't know everything I've done back in Camelot, and that's because I didn't tell you about a lot of things that I did back then, but I'll tell you."

"Are you trying to ruin this moment?" Arthur asked honestly, frowning slightly.

"No," Merlin sighed. "I just want to apologize again for lying to you for so long and I want to talk to you about it, but later."

"Okay," Arthur nodded, glancing at the cliff and rocks. "So I probably won't get an answer now."

Merlin chuckled a little bit. "No, but I can tell you a little bit." He waited until Arthur looked at him again and raised his eyebrows in question. Then he grinned and finally answered, "a dragon told me."

"What?"

Merlin just laughed and pulled away from Arthur, swimming away into the sea. Arthur stayed at the same spot for a few seconds, thinking about what Merlin just said. There was only one dragon he knew about – the last one. And even though he didn't know the full answer know, the entire story, he had a feeling he won't like it very much once Merlin tells him.

But why to ruin the moment now when there was plenty of water to throw at Merlin?

Arthur let the question slip his mind and started swimming after Merlin again, at full speed. He had a training as a knight of course. Not a very good one, but he could definitely swim faster than his former manservant.

"You can't catch me if I use magic!" Merlin called at him, laughing when he had to turn around to look at Arthur.

"Don't you dare!" Arthur smiled and went down under the water, swimming even faster to Merlin and grabbing his legs, pulling him under the water as well.

Merlin's eyes were open when he saw him under the water. His cheeks were full of air, but he could see in his eyes that he was smiling. Arthur moved closer and pulled Merlin to him by putting his hand on the back of his neck. Once their lips connected, they rose above the water again and started kissing more desperately.

And Arthur couldn't get enough of Merlin. He loved kissing him, loved having him so close. And he was sure he would love all those moments spent together in bed, just talking about their past and their future. And they would talk about all the stories Merlin kept from him when they were still in Camelot, all those paragraphs Merlin skipped in his diary (there had to be a reason for that), and about that damn dragon.

Or about Merlin's scars that Arthur noticed as soon as Merlin took off his t-shirt, but didn't say anything.

They would have to talk about them a lot, for sure.

xoXÖXox

Agatha was just finishing another paragraph for her prompt, when she suddenly heard a loud laugh. She startled a little and looked at the shore, immediately noticing a certain warlock being carried to their towels over the shoulder by a certain king. She laughed when she saw how Merlin tried to fight Arthur but eventually gave up, just hanging there and drawing circles into Arthur's naked back with his fingers.

"See?" She smiled as she looked at Merlin, whom Arthur just put back on the ground. "The water wasn't that bad, was it?"

"The water was the best actually," Merlin smirked as he looked at Arthur. Agatha's eyes narrowed and she had a feeling she didn't really want to know why the water was so good.

"And what have you been doing?" Arthur asked her when he noticed the laptop on her lap.

"Writing," she smiled. "Although, Morgan called me."

She could see how both Arthur and Merlin visibly winced and tensed. Merlin cleared his throat and looked at the sand, digging with his foot a little hole and pretending there was nothing wrong, but obviously there was something.

"Why are you guys like this?" She asked plain and simple. "It's like...every time I mention Morgan or she calls me or anything, you just... stop smiling."

Merlin looked at Arthur, who shrugged and then nodded silently, but Ag didn't see that. Instead, she looked at her laptop again and then closed it, clearing her throat.

"Alright," She started. "There's something I should probably tell you about her and about the phonecall." When nor Arthur and nor Merlin said anything, she took a deep breath and started. "It's really weird 'cause Morgan just called me... asking whether she'd seen you somewhere before you met. She said you both looked very familiar and she was a bit shocked to hear your name, Arthur. We never really introduced you, so I had to tell her and she just ended the call, not explaining a thing." Agatha looked down and frowned. "Last week, we had a sleepover." She added. "And I saw her... use magic."

Now Merlin suddenly reacted.

"Morgana has magic?" He asked almost way too loud, swallowing and looking at Arthur again. They both knew something that she didn't.

"Okay, what is it?" she asked. "And I'm not driving you home until you tell me."

"Alright," Arthur cleared his throat and took a deep breath. "Sorry we didn't tell you before, but... Morgan's real name is actually Morgana."

"The real one, from all those books." Merlin added, raising his eyebrow. "It's her. The Morgana."

"Morgana le Fay?" Ag asked, frowning. I mean, this was ridiculous.

"Morgana Pendragon." Arthur corrected her. "She was my half-sister, but then she turned against us and tried to kill us many times, until Merlin killed her instead."

Agatha looked at Merlin, who was still looking at the ground and not talking at all.

"Are you being completely serious right now?" She asked desperately. She wanted to be friends with Morgan, they've been friends for about two years already and she didn't want to lose that. Although sometimes Morgan could be a little mean, Agatha believed she was a good person in her heart.

But how could she not trust Merlin and Arthur? She barely knew them for two months, but... she loved them as her brothers. How could she think that what they were saying was not true?

"We are," Merlin nodded, finally looking up at Agatha who had little tears in eyes.

"Oh my god," she covered her face with her hands, regretting she ever even asked that question. When Morgan called her, she could tell she wasn't being honest with her. She didn't tell her about her magic and she didn't tell her why she needed to ask that question. But now it was pretty obvious.

"She's remembering her past life then. She must be." She told them. "That's why she called. She wouldn't have asked if she'd seen you before, then."

"If she remembers and has magic..." Merlin shook his head and looked at Arthur.

"Then she could do anything." He finished for him.

Agatha's eyes widened. "Do you think she would be capable of breaking into your house?" Merlin and Arthur both turned to her with their eyes wide. "I forgot to tell her that we were here and she sounded surprised and sort of weird when she found out that you weren't at home." She looked at Merlin whose face looked very worried.

"We need to get back." Arthur said as he stood up. "We can return to the sea when this is over or we can use the lake, but... we need to make sure she's not at our house."

"I agree," Agatha said as she accepted Arthur's hand and he pulled her up. Merlin stood up on his own and started drying himself with his towel.

Agatha started putting on her clothes and when they were all packed up, they headed back to her car.

To be honest, Agatha didn't know how to feel after what she just learned. She didn't want to betray Morgan... or Morgana by not trusting her and turning against her because supposedly she was evil and Merlin's enemy, but on the other hand... Morgana was sometimes unpredictable and if she broke into Merlin's house... Ag didn't know if she could stay friends with her after that.

Morgan was the only girl friend she had. And she didn't want to lose that, of course she didn't. But sometimes... destinies were troublesome things.

TBC

Well, I didn't really plan to do such drama around Morgana, but whatever, I'll have to adjust the next chapter a little bit XD

(*) - 22 degrees of Celsius = 71.6 degrees of Fahrenheit.
"In sibbe gereste." - means "rest in peace" and was used by Merlin in the last episode... you know which scene I'm talking about (take deep breaths and don't cry please, that's what you'll be doing at the end of this fanfic).

The flashbacks Morgana had in the forest were also taken from the last episode. It was from a few different scenes - the first one when she was sitting on her throne and yelled "I want him dead!" (talking about Arthur), the next one was when she was talking to Gwaine and torturing him (*sobs*) and the rest was from when she met Merlin and he killed her - her last words.

The flashback that Merlin had on the beach was from the last episode too, which was kinda obvious.

I hope you liked the chapter! And I hope I can finish writing the next one on time, they're getting too long! XD

Please let me know what you think, thanks! ;)

(Oh and about the name for this chapter... do you sea what I did there?) ;)