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Sorry that the first two chapters are pretty short, but it's because I've mostly been writing about character's thoughts. There hasn't really been any conversations yet and I also wanted to set up the mindset that the characters are in. I promise I will start moving the story along after this (and have more Mergana action, hehe).

Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin, but my patronus charm is a manticore. . .

CHAPTER 2 - The Question

Morgana begins to stir from her sleep very early in the morning. As her senses begin to come back to her, she is in deep thought. Her body refuses to wake up as her mind is focused on the events of the past 12 hours.

"Can this be, is my relation to Uther by blood? Most of my childhood, I grew up knowing Gorlois to be my father. I respected him, looked up to him. He was a fair and noble man with just character. Uther. . . pales in comparison to Gorlois. Uther is a tyrant, continually blinded by his hatred of magic."

Thoughts about Uther being her father overcome her like an avalanche. Uther took her in as his ward when she was just a young girl. She has always been eternally grateful for this, for the love that Uther has shown towards her. Maybe there is still hope she thought.

"But, the sins of his past will forever haunt me. Because of him, I have the lives of many innocent villagers and druids on my hands. I can never forgive him for this, for his heartlessness. On the other hand, I know I was close to death. . . how is it that I live? I know what I felt, but I know it is not possible to have been. . .the mere thought of it is not a possibility for me. I could not have been healed by magic."

Morgana was very close to death, and she knows this. There is no medicine that could've cured her, no other method to save her fading life, except magic. The thought of her having been saved by magic sounded preposterous to her. "Surely Uther would've killed anyone on sight that performed magic on her. Maybe it was Morgause," she thought, "I was supposed to meet her yesternight. She must've come looking for me. She must've heard of my affliction and came to heal me during the night."

But even this does not make sense to her. Uther would have had the place securely guarded. No one would be able to come close to her without being thoroughly questioned. Also, chances are that Morgause does not even know of her predicament.

The idea that Uther would knowingly allow magic, the Old Religion, the object of all his anger and wrath, to be practiced under his watch to save her life seemed foreign to Morgana. And yet, would not a father go to great lengths to save their child? "Is this his confession of our bond, our connection by blood? Does he confess his love for me as his child, not just to me, but to the people of Camelot?"

She thinks of giving him a chance, a chance to redeem himself. All she wants is for her father to accept her, accept her publicly. She is possibly open to accept Uther's dedication to her life, his willingness to go to great lengths to save her. Of course, the method of her recovery will be unspoken between them, but, she still needs to know the name of her savior. All she recollects is that the magic that touched her is powerful. It is unlike any other that she's felt before. She desperately wants to know whose hands gave her life back to her.

The sun hasn't escaped into the horizon yet and Morgana's eyes begin to open. Only a few candles illuminate Gaius' familiar room, however, her eyes are still able to draw out a figure next to her bed. Her eyes didn't open instantaneously, and even when she was fully able to lift her eyelids, her eyes took a while to focus on objects. She directs her eyes towards the sleeping figure next to her.

"This must be the owner of the strong magic. The sorcerer that brought the life back to me. The sorcerer that I should be grateful for."

Morgana always had the heart for anyone with magic. She believes that it is only with people with magic that she can truly be herself, and truly put her trust in. She's felt alone, but ever since the druids and Morgause, she feels she belonged. There is excitement in her heart to meet her saviour. All the questions that she would have rushes to her, "Who are you? Where are you from? How did you learn of your magic? How did you obtain such great power?"

As her eyes get fully acclimated to their true purpose, the figure sleeping on the chair next to her form into a black haired lanky man. A man wearing a brown jacket, with a blue shirt, which is completed with a red neckerchief. Her eyes have no need to go any further since she already knows that this man sitting next to her is one of her mortal enemies, Merlin.

This takes her by surprise. Surely it is not Merlin who saved her, she thought. "He could not have magic, especially a magic so strong that she was able to feel it even in the brink of death. Thinking of this weakling of a servant boy possessing a power that would rival mine and Morgause's is completely unheard of." And yet, the thought of Merlin having magic is not completely outrageous to her. Time and again, she always saw courage and felt strength in Merlin even in the most difficult situations. She remembers the time at Ealdor when every villager and even Arthur was losing hope. It is only Merlin that had hope and the will to win. She always asks herself where Merlin pulled strength from. "Is it on magic that he relied upon? Is magic what gives him the hidden strength that he emanates?"

Past events begin playing back in her mind. Situations before that she understood to be impossible and hopeless, always had mysterious ways of fixing themselves on their own. She remembers the snakes in Knight Valiant's shield that Merlin warns Arthur about, Lady Helen singing her song to place everyone into deep slumber and Merlin being the only one alert enough to save Arthur, how a strong gust of wind inexplicably blows inside of a cave to aid Arthur in taking down an Afanc, and when Camelot is overrun with stone gargoyles, it is only Merlin that believes that a powerful sorcerer has possessed a lowly servant Cedric. There have been many other events that threatened Camelot, but surprisingly, all the threats just faded away. In all those events, there is always one unchanging factor, and it is Merlin. Morgana wrestles with her emotions as she put pieces together. "Has Merlin been the unseen defender of Camelot? The strong presence that protects the weak and the helpless? Has he been using magic all this time, hidden, and requires no recognition or praise? I cannot even start to believe this. How can someone with so much strength not stand up for his own kin, not stand up to protect those with magic? How can someone like me. . . betray me. . . ."

"If Merlin does have magic, why does he continue to protect Uther?" She asks as she begins entertaining the heaviest question on her mind, "Why would my mortal enemy go to such lengths to save my life and risk being exposed? Risk having his mortal enemy live and continue to plot against Camelot? It does not make sense."

Morgana is flooded with emotion. Magic or no magic, she questions how Merlin ended up sleeping in a chair next to her. "Did he fall asleep caring for me? Why would he even care about my health and watch over me? Surely he wasn't watching over me?" All the hate and anger that she feels towards Merlin since his betrayal didn't go away, but the thought of the loving, caring Merlin that she once knew lifted these emotions from her momentarily. She is reminded of the time that she almost died of cerebral hemorrhage and Gwen later willingly reveals Merlin's actions to her. "Lady Morgana, do you not know Merlin's actions during that time? Merlin was in here in your chambers as much as he could. He watched over you whenever he had a chance of relief from Arthur's errands. He also never failed to bring you flowers. He truly is a good friend to you." Morgana asks herself if this is Merlin's same intention right now, to care for her. She believed in her heart that Merlin was a true friend, but not anymore.

She has so much thoughts, so much questions to ask. Morgana is about to get a chance for relief, as the slumbering figure next to her begins to wake. Merlin slowly gets to his senses and starts to feel his body ache as he realizes that he slept in an uncomfortable position in a chair. He also remembers that he fell asleep next to Morgana. He quickly grasps the situation and hopes that Morgana is not awake yet. However, as he raises his head and starts to face where Morgana's face should be, he is met with bright green eyes gazing up at him. Looking at her eyes always weakened him, it's consistently been the same effect since he first met her. He doesn't realize he has put on a small smile looking at her which he quickly fights off his face with a serious look instead. He is happy that she is alive, but he feels the burden of the actions that he committed. He knows that Kilgharrah's words have heavy weight as he warned Merlin of the evil that follows.

He examines her countenance as he could tell that Morgana is fighting with thoughts in her mind. He ponders whether to speak first, but he knows to wait as he sees Morgana searching for words.

Words escape from Morgana's lips, "Merlin . . . did you save my life with magic?"

Merlin takes a few seconds to respond back, "Yes."

Alright, finally, this part is done. This was so hard to write since it was mostly thoughts. Also, notice that the events here only really happened in minutes in real time.

Please let me know what kind of Mergana you guys would like to see. I'm always down to please people. . .unlike the Merlin writers.