AN-Yes I started this today, but I hated how I made it TOO SHORT! T.T Gah, this is short too, but it's better. I have a vague idea what may happen soon, it depends on whether people actually like this. So, to continue I have to know whether people like it. to know if people like it, they need to reveiw. Therefore if people want a continuation, they must reveiw. I even mentioned drunk Gwaine for you. :)

I'm going to add this each chapter to be safe, I don't own Merlin. Whoever owns it does, and that's not me,. It's BBC and Shine.

"MERLIN!"

At the sound, Merlin jumped, slipped over, and looked into the angry face of Arthur Pendragon, who sighed at the clumsiness of his ridiculous servant.

"Umm, sorry?" Merlin had been so caught up in his thoughts of Morgana, that he didn't even know what the meeting was about. Well, it wasn't like they were going to quiz him on it.

Arthur straightened. "Anyways, ignoring my useless servant here, back to the matter at hand. Due to...erm, well, recent events..." Merlin gave a faint whisper of a smile, Arthur still found it all so hard to belive, he always would find it his weak spot, no matter what. in a way, merlin found it comforting, to know that, he wasn't alone in thinking about her.

As the young warlock lay in bed that night, he, well he just lay there, the words and images repeating themselves. Over and over and over again.

Morgana. His first sight of the beautiful princess.

Morgana. Her kindness in helping the druid boy.

Morgana. The helplessness of her nightmares

Morgana. He first realises her betrayal

Morgana. Poison

Morgana. Revealing herself and taking over Camelot

Morgana. The formorra. Morgana. Fear of Emrys. Morgana. Taking power again. Morgana. Kiling her. Mor- NO!

Because he knew. He knew. She wasn't dead. He could feel it in his gut. Gnawing at his insides. The pain of guilt rocked him into an uneasy sleep in which he moaned, for the memories, those horrible memories were too much to bear.

And when he awoke, it wasn't to Gaius' grumpy, yet loving wake up call. Nor was it to Arthur's moody shouts. It wasn't even to the loud bangs in the middle of the night that meant a drunken Gwaine for sure. When he looked up he saw a disturbingly familiar expression, tthe eyes of which were too tender to be on that face.

A smirk.

Ok see, that wasn't so bad... I suppose...mayby...I guess...perhaps...