Okay dear readers. This is it. The last chapter of this fanfiction. I have to say that I absolutly wasn't expecting this story to become like that. It really was supposed to be a one-shot. Ican't believe it. And that is thanks to the lovely reviews (even if I hadn't recieved one in a long time and I'm quite sad about that but I suppose that's life...).

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Chapter Seven:

When Gaius finally finished tying a white cloth around Merlin's left wrist the Warlock let his head fall with a thud on the wooden table.

"I'm never doing that again ever." He says, voice muffled by his arms.

"Glad to hear that" Gaius told him, patting his head and getting up.

Merlin didn't move for a long time waiting for the throb to subside in his arm as Gaius once more clean his room. The old man was beginning to think that his Ward had fallen asleep when the boy suddenly looked up and announced:

"Well, let's see if I have done that for nothing."

Gaius froze a bit, his anxiety sparking to life again, but he shook himself quickly and helped Merlin up. They made their way towards the young man's room and sat themselves on his small bed. Merlin took the glass vial that was waiting on his bedside and turned to Gaius, suddenly feeling anxious.

"Gaius…" He began but didn't how to continue.

"You're not going to hesitate now, are you?" The old man answered nevertheless, his voice a bit thick.

"No. Of course not." Merlin said, forcing a smile. He hesitated a bit but finally pulled his mentor in a hug. Gaius nodded to him and Merlin opened the vial and quickly drowned its contents. Surprisingly, the Potion didn't taste as vile as he thought.

During the first seconds nothing happened and Merlin watched Gaius worriedly. He was about to speak when the first wave of pain hit him, making him cry out. The Physician caught him when he bent over, trying desperately to escape the fire that seemed to be burning him for the insight out. Merlin closed his eyes tightly. He distantly heard Gaius call him but he couldn't bring himself to reply or even acknowledge him. He knew only the pain coursing through him. He thought he heard someone begging and he wondered if it was him. The thought left him as a new wave of pain engulfed him and everything went black.

Gaius hadn't know what to expect when Merlin had drank the Potion but it certainly hadn't been the cry of pain of the young man nor the way all his muscle had seemed to painfully tense as once. He had only be able to catch him when he had bent over himself, tears streaming down his face, eyes shut and expression full of pain. Gaius held his Ward close, trying to calm him with soft words and a hand rubbing on his back. The Physician in him was worried to feel tremors running through his boy's body, making him shake. He noticed Merlin was mumbling and put his hear near his mouth to catch the faint voice of the Warlock.

"Please… Please… Make it stop" He begged brokenly.

"I can't Merlin… I'm sorry my boy…. I can't… It's going to be alright you'll see… You're going to be fine, I promise…" Gaius answered quietly, doubting his Ward would be able to understand him.

To Gaius, it seemed forever before Merlin finally felt unconscious and even when he didn't he didn't look fine. His body was still trembling and his brow furrowed. The Physician however breathed a sigh of relief when the heart-breaking pleas ceased.

"Oh, my boy…" he said thickly, caressing Merlin's black hair for a long time.

Night was beginning to fall when he was finally able to force himself to let go of Merlin. The boy still looked in pain and Gaius made him gently lie down on the bed. He got up and fetched a blanket in the cupboard with which he covered him. He then settled in a chair next the bed and took one of the Warlock's hands in his own, hoping it would help him by showing him he wasn't alone. He was beyond himself with worry and found himself praying for the boy to get better.

An hour or so later, Gaius taken out of his anxious thoughts by a knock at the door. He jumped slightly before slowly getting up, joints protesting. He placed a hand on Merlin's forehead, murmured an apology and went out the small room, closing the door behind him.

"Come in." He called and breathed a quiet sigh of relieve when he saw Sire Lancelot cross the door. "Lancelot, What can I do for you?"

"Actually, I came to see how Merlin was. I hadn't seen him recently." The Knight explained looking at the closed door behind Gaius.

The old man didn't know how to answer but knew he could trust the other man.

"You'd better see by yourself." He finally said tiredly.

Both men went back to the Warlock's room and Lancelot gasped when he saw his friend curled on himself, pale and shaking.

"What happened?" He asked worriedly as Gaius took his place back.

"He found a Potion, in his magic book…He believed it would help him to bring his powers back… But… I'm not sure… He collapsed soon after he drank it… H was in so much pain Lancelot… I should have let him do that…" The Physician finished guilt coloring his voice.

"Gaius… You have done nothing wrong. You know how Merlin is. He wouldn't have listened to you if you had forbidden it." Lancelot put a hand on the old man's shoulder. "You look tired, maybe you should get some sleep. I'll stay with Merlin."

Gaius hesitated but he couldn't say the Knight was wrong. He wasn't so young anymore and the day's event had got him. He reluctantly nodded and patted once more Merlin's head before leaving the room.

"Wake me if there is any change at all."

"I will." Lancelot said solemnly before sitting down on the chair the Physician has vacated.

"Thank you Lancelot."

Gaius made his way to his bed, leaving Merlin's door ajar. He sighted when he lied down and fell asleep quickly despite his worry for the boy he considered as his son.

It felt as if he had barely slept when Gaius was woken by a cry and the sound of a crash. He sat up and quickly got to his feet. He went to Merlin's room to find Lancelot on the ground, rubbing his head and Merlin trembling more violently than ever.

"Lancelot! What happened?" He asked, helping the man and automatically checking him for injuries.

"I don't know! Merlin started trashing in his sleep but when I tried to restrain him I was forced back… It was magic Gaius!"

The physician didn't know if he was happy or more worried because of that display of magic. It was indeed proving that the Potion had worked but on the other hand, the Warlock had clearly not been in control of his powers and that was scary, scary and potentially dangerous. Carefully, he made his way to the bed.

"He seems calmer now." Lancelot whispered behind him.

Gaius slowly put his hand on Merlin's brow and found it far warmer than it should be.

"It looks like he's got a fever. Could you get me some water to bath his forehead please?"

"Oh course."

Lancelot went out and came back minutes later to find Gaius quietly talking to a still-unconscious Merlin and looking a bit desperate.

"Why are you looking so worried Gaius? His magic is coming back. Isn't that good?" The Knight asked, setting himself near his friend.

"I don't know Lancelot… With what you told me it doesn't look like he is in control of it and that could be pretty dangerous for both us and him…. And I'm worry that he is still unconscious. He doesn't look at peace…"

Silence fell back in the room and only Merlin's rapid breathing was breaking through it.

The night passed without any more trouble but, as the sun set out, Gaius and Lancelot heard Merlin's breathing pattern change again. He was suddenly panting as if he was running and whimpering slightly. Gaius tried to calm him but without success and after a few minutes like that, Merlin sat up, back straight and tense, eyes molten gold, and let out a scream before panting and slumping back against Gaius, unconscious once more. Both Lancelot and the Physician heard glass shattering in the main room but didn't care as Merlin was once more limp. Gaius sighted, brushing his Ward sweat-coated fringe before laying him back on his bed. Lancelot didn't move, under shock for what he had just witnessed. He had never saw magic like that and even less from Merlin who had always seemed in total control of his magic. They waited a bit more to be sure that Merlin was as fine as possible before going to the main room. There, they were faced with a little devastation. Nearly every glass vial that Gaius possessed had been shattered, their content mixing themselves and dripping to the floor. Gaius sighted once again and decided that, just this time, he would use magic to clean the mess Merlin had made.

"Shouldn't you be at training Lancelot?" Gaius suddenly asked when his eyes fell on Arthur's armor which was still lying in the corner where Merlin had dumped it.

"No. I'll stay with Merlin. He needs me more than some practice dummies."

"No. You should go otherwise Arthur will suspect something is wrong and I really don't think it would be a good idea for Merlin to have the Prince near him with his magic so unpredictable."

"You're right… I'll find a servant to bring Arthur his armor and keep him away from here so you can only worry about Merlin."

"Thank you Lancelot."

The man nodded and left the room, carrying Arthur's armor.

After one week of unconsciousness punctuated by various outbursts of magic, Merlin finally woke up. At first, he felt overwhelmed, as if everything was suddenly too bright and every sounds too loud. He was also feeling some residual pain from the potion. However, he had no time to dwell on this thought because as soon as his eyes opened he was engulfed into a hug by Gaius. The old man looked as if he hadn't properly slept for a long time and that worried Gaius more than his own condition. Merlin asked him what happened and Gaius answered. The Warlock felt immensely guilty for what he had put Gaius through and apologized profusely before falling back in a finally peaceful sleep.

For another week, Merlin felt his magic settling inside him. He would occasionally lose control of it, making the fire burn more forcefully or wind pick up in the room without a window open. He still felt a bit exhausted but all in all everything returned fairly quickly to normal. The cut on his wrist had also healed leaving only a faint scar that would always remember him of those days without magic and what he could have lost when trying to regain it.

When he returned to his duties, he felt Arthur's gaze on his back, watching his every move but he didn't care because he felt whole again and he because he knew that, when the time will be right he will be able to tell Arthur the truth and that he had never wanted to kill himself.

The End.

So... A little review for me ? What did you think of that chapter (or the story) ? It is very, very important for me !

Oh and I have a question... Would you be intersted in n AU of 4x13 where Gaius actually died ? Because the idea is nagging in my mind but I hesistate to write it...

And Thank you again !