A/N ~ Updates. Since I'm off school sick, I decided to take a break from watching Merlin to please you music-merlin-fan-people. This one's for Lady Blade WarAngel – hope this pleases you. And if it doesn't then, you know, it's a songfic, deal with it. Keep your requests coming in, guys.

Ship: Merlin/Morgana

Song: Defying Gravity - Wicked

Suggested By: Lady Blade WarAngel

Set: The Tears Of Uther Pendragon Part 2, in the catacombs.

Merlin swallowed. The cold bitterness in her eyes seemed to match the cold stone catacombs around them. This couldn't be happening. Not her. Not Morgana. Why couldn't she stay calm for once instead of flying off the handle?

'I hope you're happy. I hope you're happy now.' His mind spits poison. 'This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. Your cause is showing how magic is not all evil. I hope you're happy that you've hurt the cause forever. I hope you think you're clever.'

The staff that calls awake the gone emanates a aura of intensity and power, pulsing magic, that calls to them both, their awakened abilities.

'I hope your proud.' She hates him now. She has to. He's in full support of Uther's holocaust. He bows down, a servant, so what? So he'll gain a good position when Arthur becomes king? 'I hope you're proud that you would grovel in submission. To feed your own pathetic ambition.'

Salty beads of exasperation threaten to escape from Merlin's hurt blue eyes. 'Call off the attack. If you called of the attack, you can still be here in Camelot, maybe you'd convince Arthur when he becomes King, that magic isn't evil. You can still have all you've worked and waited for. Morgana; you can have everything you ever wanted.'

Morgana restrains a laugh. He thinks she doesn't know that? 'I know. But I don't want it! I can't want that, not anymore!' She's seen sense that's never going to happen. And Camelot is an empty life of mundane days and heartless murder, stained with bad memories. There's one way that's very clear to her now.

Yes, something's changed within her, something's not the same, and it never will be again. She's gone. And she's sick of living a lie for someone else, she's through with it. She's through with playing by the rules of someone else's game. And it's too late now, for second-guessing. It's gone too far, she knows too much, been through too much, to go back to sleep. This time, she'd have to trust her instincts. Close her eyes and leap.

It was her time to start defying gravity, and everything they said was right. She has to try defying gravity, or there's nothing left. And Merlin can't pull her down. He can't make her understand. She's through now, with accepting limits, because someone says they're so. Uther says some things she cannot change. Until she tries she'll never know.

For far too long she'd been afraid of losing love. But now she has already lost them. Lost more than he will ever know, and she was hiding behind herself, feeling an intruder in her life – if that was love, it was too high a cost.

It's time to start defying gravity. And Merlin can't pull her down.

A/N ~ Probs update soon since I hate being sick.