Hi guys,

*NO Spoilers*

Well, it's been awhile but that's the reason I decided to post this story. So I could come and go as I pleased. I've always been a huge fan of Merlin since I watched the first two seasons on Netflix in about a week before the third season came out. After that, every year I waited for the new season, and during the season, every episode would drive me completely crazy, in the best way. I would scream, laugh, and cry with these characters. I love this show so much, and my incredible sadness at its ending has led me back here. I know everyone is going miss Merlin as much as I will, so let's all go on for a while as if season 5 never happened (or at least the last episode), so here we are.

I wrote this a LONG time ago. It's set after season three...yeah, season 3. Anyway, it's just a little thing about how things could have turned out if everyone wasn't dumb. It's a Merlin/Morgana one. Yay. I should have the second part up in a week or so.

"Sister, you look exhausted, have you been having trouble sleeping?" Morgause asked her, a concerned look on her face.

Morgana turned around and smiled briefly. It had been a month since their immortal army had been destroyed…a month since she had almost lost her sister, her best friend and her reason for living.

Morgana did not know how she had been able to transport them back to the castle on the Isle of the Blessed, but somehow she had managed. Once there she had went to find someone who could heal her sister. That man had been a Druid, but it had taken a whole week before her sister had been able to open her eyes. Morgause had then explained what had happened, how Gaius, of all people, had surprised her and thrown her to the floor using magic. She had managed to recover and retaliate, she had had Gaius on his back and had been about to kill him when somehow she had been thrown again, this time into the wall and her head had smashed against the pillar. It would have been a mortal wound if Morgana had not found the Druid healer.

Morgana shook herself from her musings, "I'm alright sister, but I am tired. I think I'll go to bed."

Morgause nodded, running a hand down Morgana's hair in affection, "Good night then." She murmured before exiting the room.

Morgana turned back to her image in the mirror. Ever since Morgause had been healed, Morgana had been feeling weird. She should be happier that her sister was alive, and she should be busy with her, plotting her revenge against Camelot. She was angry, furious even, that Merlin had spoiled her plans again ,and had somehow managed to empty out the cup. How he kept winning was a mystery to her and for the life of her, she could Not. Figure. It. Out.

There was that and the fact that the Druid healer kept looking at her in a way that made her feel more than a little uneasy.

Suddenly, she felt the day's length get to her; she could feel her eyes closing in sleep. She stumbled as she made her way over to her bed before falling in it, her hand knocking over a vase with flowers on the nightstand. The sound alerted Morgause who wasn't far from her door. The blonde sorceress came running, but it was too late. Morgana could not be woken.

Morgana's eyelids felt heavy. She was on her back on a bed, and she was feeling a weight on her middle, a pressure she couldn't identify. Something felt wrong; she knew she wasn't in her bed because the position was off. The weight that had held her eyelids shut lifted, and she sat up quickly with a gasp, her head spinning with dizziness. The room was still dark but she would recognize it anywhere, she was back in Camelot. Was this some weird dream? If it was then why wasn't she in her old room?

Morgana felt panic well in her chest, and her breathing accelerated dramatically.

Then the door opened, a figure outlined in the darkness. Light streamed in and her mouth dropped when she saw who was standing there.

"Morgana? Are you alright, I felt your distress and I came as quickly as I could." He came over and sat on the bed beside her, grasping her hands in a familiar gesture. Morgana was too shocked too say anything, speechless for once in her life.

"Was it just a nightmare or did you see something?" He touched her face, his expression growing more concerned as she continued to gape at him.

"Is it the baby? Should I fetch Gaius?" He asked again, his voice growing more frantic.

Finally, Morgana found her voice,

"Merlin?" She whispered.

Merlin frowned at her when she said his name like that, calling himself all kinds of stupid for leaving her this morning. He knew strange things could happen to her when she was pregnant. He pushed his magic out; searching for Gilli who he knew was with Gaius and asked the young man to have Gaius come quickly.

Morgana studied Merlin, certain that this was an elaborate dream or a trick of some sort, because no matter how real this felt she knew that it could not be so. Merlin didn't seem to see that obvious truth however, as he was still looking at her, that all to fake concern on his face. As if he could ever care for her!

He looked different. His hair was a little longer; the dark locks curling up slightly beneath his ears. He had facial hair now too, growing in the specific areas of his chin and upper lip, making him look older and even more handsome. She also noticed his wardrobe. He wasn't wearing his usual dowdy peasant clothes, but instead had on a fine blue shirt with gold patterns on the collar and the cuffs of his sleeves. His pants were dark and also of fine quality. His trademark neckerchief was absent and she could see the pale expanse of his throat.

"Morgana, love, talk to me please." Merlin pleaded.

Her mind honed in on that word, what had he just called her? Love. He had called her his love. She felt warm, too warm. She promptly began extracting herself from the mound of covers, wanting to put some distance between her and this- this man who looked like Merlin, but who obviously wasn't, because the Merlin she knew hated her, and the feeling was mutual.

She practically launched herself out of the bed, but her head was still spinning and she felt oddly off-balance and before she realized she felt herself swaying. Before she could fall Merlin was there beside her, his arms around her, holding her close. Her face was buried in his shirtfront, just under his chin.

To her horror, she heard a sob escape her throat and then she was crying. Crying on Merlin's chest, clutching him to her because even though she was confused and scared, he was familiar, and when no one else had been able to see through her disguise, he always could.

"Shh, it's alright, I've got you." He murmured, stroking her hair, and she felt him kiss her head. What in the world was going on?

"What's hap-happening to me?" She sniffled sounding absolutely pitiful, even to her own ears. Merlin continued to stroke her hair and say reassurances that she could barely hear over her sobbing.

She continued to cry, even when their door opened and a familiar voice filled the room,

"What's happened? Is Morgana okay?"

Gaius. She couldn't stop crying though, sniffling against her archenemy's chest.

"I dunno Gaius, I felt that something was wrong and I came up here. She won't talk to me and she's just started crying. I don't know what I'm supposed to do!" He spoke frantically, his chest moving with each word. She heard Gaius sigh,

"Well for one, it's entirely too dark in here, open the curtains and let me see her."

Then she heard Merlin say something, soft words, old words that carried power. Tears still in here eyes she looked up at him in confusion, just in time to see his eyes turn gold and then the curtains rolled back and light flooded into the room.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

She stepped away from him, feeling like she was in a daze her hand going reflexively to rest on her stomach. That's when she felt it. She looked down in disbelief at her protruding stomach. So this was the heaviness in her middle she observed, she felt like laughing but instead she made a hysterical sort of sound, not quite a scream but certainly an exclamation of some sort.

And even though the Lady Morgana had never once fainted in her entire life, the sight of Merlin doing magic coupled with this impossibility did it for her. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she went limp in Merlin's arms.