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Another chapter that slightly got out of hand but then again it is the penultimate one.

Yeah, sorry. Only one more chapter after this one.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.


Chapter 9

Merlin had been awake for a while now. It wasn't that he regretted what they had done but it was just something that they shouldn't have done.

He tried to blame that it had been that they had been together, alone in his flat, for the past few weeks and just got use to each others company. There was also the fact that it was impulse when emotions were high. He was sure that if they had been out on the street, she wouldn't have given him a second glance.

He was sure that after today, they would go on their separate ways.

It was the only reason he hadn't woken her up. He was still amazed at how everything had happened. He was still amazed that a woman as beautiful as her was lying in his bed, in his arms. He felt like he was dreaming, a fantasy of his.

Merlin placed a kiss on her shoulder and felt her shift as a result of his movement. He cursed himself as she woke up, turning over to face him.

"Morning." She said sleepily.

"More like afternoon."

She laughed. "Overslept did we?"

"Just a bit."

He turned away from her to get out of the bed and started to get dress. "We should probably get on. We still have time but I would want to get there a bit earlier just to make sure that what we have planned will work."

"Okay."

"Maybe if we left in the next half an hour. We could pick something up on the way. I will call a friend to see if I can borrow his car. I am sure he will be fine with it. He has quite a few and I am sure he will probably give us something that if we need a quick get away, it will deliver." He started to rambled.

Morgana sat up, bring the covers with her. "Okay. Why are you acting weird?"

He placed his hand on the door handle. "I am not acting weird."

"Then look at me."

He swallowed before looking at her. "Last night shouldn't have happened. It was great but shouldn't have happened."

He quickly opened the door and walked out before she could say anything.


Morgana was tied between being angry and upset about what Merlin had said. It hadn't helped that the only thing that he had said to her since was that he couldn't drive when he threw her the keys to the car, explaining that one of Uthers henchmen was always his get away driver.

She didn't really mind driving but it as just him.

The thing was he was her type. A black hair man that just had something about him to make him interesting.

She knew that he probably thought that he wasn't good enough for her. She really hoped that it wasn't because he was still too hung up over Freya.

She hoped that this would give him to closure that he needed. He could be the one to kill him. Then they would talk again and she could tell him all what she wanted to say to him now.

The sat nav cut the silence as it told her to turn down a road and then they had reached their destination. They drove a little further down and Morgana pulled into a lay-by.

"You know the plan." He asked.

"Yeah." She looked out of the window next to her. "Looks as though we could walk across that field to get to the back of the mansion."

"That would probably be a better idea."

"I don't fancy walking up the drive." She joked.

"We still have a bit of time before nightfall."

She turned to him. "Well we better get to our stations shouldn't we?"


Over the course of the afternoon, they had got closer and closer to the boundary of the Samrum's estate. By the time it had got dark, they just had to get through the fence. Merlin looked through the binoculars as he tried to note the movements of the guards. He raised them towards the house and saw the man in his study.

"If I had my rifle, I could kill him from here."

Morgana took the binoculars off him as he offered them to her. "I could to but we agreed that we didn't want to give him a quick death. Anyway we want answers and he cannot answer them when he is dead."

She watched him as he reached on the table and picked something up. A few moments later, her phone buzzed in her pocket.

"Obviously checking up on me." She said as she answered it. "Hello."

"Have you done it?"

Merlin slipped the binoculars out of her grip.

"You said you wanted it slow. I have almost got him begging. I am sure it will be in the next few days."

"I wanted it slow but not this slow."

"You told me to drag it out. It will be done in a couple of hours."

"I want photographic evidence."

"I will text you." She placed her phone back in her pocket. "Let's play with him."


They already knew he was a bachelor but that lack of womanly touch was evident. They knew that he was in his study but was happy once he left it. It made their job more exciting. They split up and ran around the house, moving things slightly.

They started to notice that it had put the Samrum on edge and as he sunk back into his study, they both met up again.

"Now?" Merlin asked.

"Now."

He cocked his gun before stepping closer to the door. He gentle opened it before he stepped into the room.

That was the moment they realised that the Samrum had not just gone back to his study because they had messed with him but he had gone back there for safety reasons. His study was his castle and as soon as they entered it, he attacked.

Merlin was just glad that it was his leg that he shot at. Morgana was quick to run into the room and hold her gun up to him. He grunted as he pushed himself from the door and to stand next to her, face to face with the person who wanted him dead.

"Now that is something I didn't expect." The Samrum said from his desk. "You two teamed up. I was hoping for a big show down. The best assassins in the country going head to head."

"Sorry it hasn't gone the way you wanted it." Merlin said.

"Did you really think that we wouldn't be suspicious once we found out that the other was an assassin themselves?" Morgana questioned.

"I was hoping you would both see it as a challenge."

"Why then? Why would you want to kill an assassin?" Merlin asked.

The Samrum picked up his gun and Merlin automatically pulled Morgana behind him, bring up his gun.

"See both of you see it as a game. It is all fun when you are the person killing, the hunter as it would seem, but it is not as fun being the hunted is it?" The Samrum stood up. "I always wondered if an assassin had a conscious. Whether they would look back on all the things that they have done and regret it.

"When you resigned Emrys, I knew that they did. Maybe I thought it with your father but then he just wanted to go home to his wife and child that he had never seen. You, on the other hand, could blame your girlfriend's death at the hands of Alvarr but you don't. You blame yourself. And like your father, wanted to leave. Unfortunately you can't just leave. You knew about our ways. You knew how corrupt we were. You knew everything that could bring Camelot to its knees. You knew too much and I couldn't allow you walk around knowing that.

"For Le Fay, she got too close to the answer she had been so desperately after. Gorlois and Vivienne Driscoll help Uther make the business. They became co-founders and then shareholders in Camelot. Just they unfortunately had a bit too much influence than the rest of us. They started to fill Uther's head with ideas, that we have used, I will admit, but the market wasn't right at the time. They wanted to change the direction of the business but it would have lead to the fall of Camelot. So there you are Le Fay, that is why your parent's had to die."

"And I suppose you were their judge and jury." Morgana said.

"Yes, but the executioner did a wonderful job of it. I read the police report. Poor old Gorlois' name tainted because he murdered his wife."

Merlin turned to Morgana. "We are just as good as them."


The guard wondered around the house. He had come as soon as the Samrum had messaged over that he thought that there was an intruder. It had taken him a while to get from his post at the front gate to the house but he started his search, going from room to room, reporting to the study when he had almost finished.

He pushed open the door to find it empty. He switched off the light and looked down, just to see a blood trail. He followed it towards the main staircase where he found his employer.

He looked in horror as his eyes trailed from the spindle on the staircase to the Samrum swinging from it. He thought that he had screamed. He started to walk backwards, still with wide eyes, unknowing of what to do.