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For the idea that Merlin's father may have had something to do with Morgana's parents death, it was an idea of mine that I quickly pushed away. So no, he has no involvement in their death.


Chapter 7

Morgana loosen the knot tying the rope around his wrists and watched him as he wriggled out of it and placed his head in his hands before he gripped his hair. She could see that his girlfriend's death had taken its toll on him.

She looked around the room and saw the face down photo frames. She walked over to pick one up. She looked over the happy couple. She looked back over to him.

"You … lost your girlfriend."

"Shot in front of me."

"Did she know?"

Merlin looked up at her. "No, Freya didn't know that I was an assassin. Well not until I had to tell her. I had always wondered why she was there."

"I'm sorry."

He gave her a small smile. "You have become the third person to say that. I couldn't tell anyone about it. She was buried by them so I have no idea where her body is. I just told everyone that I came home from a conference and she had upped and left me. I had even tried to make myself believe it."

"To lessen the hurt?"

"Six months. Six months and I am still not over her."

Morgana bit her lip. "She must have been special then. I mean, you must be like me. I try not to get too close to people so that they don't get tangled up in my life."

"She was special. I could have given it all up for her if I had to."

Merlin's eyes glazed over as he remembered the times that they had spent together. How they had entered the flat they were in now. He had complained that they didn't need a three bed flat but she had argued where his mum was going to sleep when they had children. She had made him start to think long term when he should have kept to his short term thinking.

She looked back up at the photo of herself and smiled. "Well, no one get away with trying to murder me and gets away with it. I suppose you have had a few shots back at you as I have. Maybe this guy needs to get his just deserts. You know, I will even allow you kill him for Freya."

He blinked a few times before standing up. "You sure? You seem to have fun in your kills."

"They are other's imagination. I know the only person I will feel happy enough to kill will be my parent's murder. Revenge, they say, is sweet. You should take yours."

"I hope that you won't stab me in the back."

Morgana laughed. "I don't need the money from this job. I would hope the same of you."

"I work alone."

"As do I. But maybe that is what we are doing wrong. I think we could make a great team."

Merlin looked her up and down before holding out his hand to her. She took it with a smile.

"He won't know what hit him." She commented.

Morgana didn't believe for one second that he was happy with what he had just agreed to. She couldn't understand why but she was up to prove him wrong and maybe she hoped that he would open up more to her.

She watched his grab his laptop before slumping on the sofa, opening it up on his lap. His eyes flicked to the coffee table and he leant over, picking the last cigarette out of the packet and placing it in his mouth. He started to rummage around in his pockets.

"Really? You smoke? It is such a dirty habit."

He smiled. "Freya told me that as well when we first met."

She took a small bit of confidence in his smile. It was obviously a good memory for him. She sat down beside him and looked at what he was looking up.

"Why are you on the Pendragon Co. website?" Morgana asked.

"I work exclusively for them. The person who hired me was one of the shareholders of the company. Obviously they are the ones that want to keep their own interests in check. Mostly they would set up a meeting with me through Uther but this one made asked Uther to do it from him. They have a page with all the shareholders on it."

He clicked on the page and scrolled through it slowly.

"The Samrum." He muttered.

"Sorry."

"I have met all of them excepted for the Samrum. Who the hell calls themselves the Samrum anyway?"

"It must be him then."

"Technically, not necessarily. But it does look that way." He slid the laptop off his lap and onto the table. He dug into his pockets and pulled out his phone. "There is only one way to find out."

Merlin pressed a few buttons. The dull ring tone filled the flat as they waited for Uther to pick up the phone.

"Emrys? I didn't expect you to ring again. Are you phoning because you have changed your mind? Are you taking back the job?"

"Sort of. I was just wondering, who hired me?"

"Why?"

Merlin took a deep breath. "Uther, you know how I work. I want to be able to tell Le Fay the name of the person who wants her dead. I kinda enjoy watching their face as they try and work out what they have done wrong. Even when they realise it is good."

He felt sick saying what he did. He really had no idea why he had said what he did. He didn't need to say the last bit. He was starting to wonder why he had accepted to what he had done.

But he knew why. One last mission to kill the person that had been responsible for Freya's death. One last mission to help his guilt. One last mission to avenge the wrong done to her.

"I am sorry Emrys. I have no idea which one. The envelope came to my office inside another one asking for you to do what you do best. I did look up Le Fay. She was … she has quite a few kills under her belt."

He looked up at the woman sitting next to him. "I know. Don't worry. Either way you won't be hearing from me again."

"The Samrum?" She questioned once he had hung up.

"The Samrum." He confirmed.