Merlin looked at his reflection in a glass window and sighed deeply. "Okay, it's time to go." He said to both Gwen and Mordred. The two sat conversing at a table, laughing slightly.
"You've said that about three times." Gwen replied.
"Well I'm serious this time, the snow is starting to pick up."
As Merlin waited for the two to stand, he was surprised to see the same bright lights from the car before. He felt his heart sink when he saw the same two people emerging from the car.
"What's this about?" Gwen asked as the two quickly barged into the restaurant.
"Where's my wallet, and my glasses?" The woman asked angrily.
"How would we know where your stuff is?" Merlin asked, looking at both Gwen and Mordred.
"Because he," And the woman pointed at Mordred. "Stole it. When you were in the back, probably planning this, he came out and stood next to us at our table, he stole my things! I want them back now."
"Me?" Mordred addressed himself. "I'm sorry, but I wouldn't want to steal anything from your fake hands. I'd rather steal from the dumpster."
"How dare you!" The man this time, whom Merlin discovered was Arthur after he signed his bill, quickly advanced towards Mordred.
"Save your breath, look outside." The woman said. And the four looked towards the windows. To Gwen's dismay she saw police officers emerging from their cars and heading into the restaurant.
"What's the meaning of this?" She asked nervously, but they didn't pay her any mind or Merlin. They only went over to the two siblings and asked them a few questions.
"There!" The woman said. "He's the one." And she still pointed at Merlin.
"Are you certain, Lady Morgana?"
"Lady Morgana?" The three said in unison.
"She's royality?" Mordred whispered a bit loudly to Gwen.
"Yes, yes I am. I am the daughter of a Duke!" Morgana had obviously heard them. "Return my things to me!"
"I don't have your stuff, you stupid whore!" Mordred yelled. Merlin had gasped, Gwen and Morgana placed their hands on their mouth's, and Arthur tensed up. However, before Mordred could actually say another word, the authorities had restrained him.
"Let him go!" Gwen yelled. "He doesn't have anything!"
"Yes, that's what people like you always say." Morgana calmly replied.
"Get your hands off of me!" Mordred yelled as the authorities took him out of the restaurant.
Morgana gave a prideful smirk while Gwen burst into tears and ran into the back. For some strange reason, Arthur made way to comfort her.
"You leave her alone!" Merlin harshly hissed as he advanced past Arthur.
"You didn't have to do that." Arthur said. "That was rude."
"That brat insulted me and took my things." Morgana replied. "He deserved it, don't let them get to you Arthur_" She stopped short and stared dead underneath the table they sat at. Arthur caught her eye and stared where she did. To their horror, they saw that Morgana's wallet and glasses were under the table where the two had previously sat. Morgana's things weren't stolen, she'd only dropped them.
"Morgana..." Arthur turned towards his sister. "You've just sent an innocent man to jail!"
"I...I didn't know, I thought that_" "You're all the same." This was the Irishman's voice, Merlin's. He and his friend had just emerged from the back, his friend was still in tears.
"You accused him because he was poor right?" Merlin asked. "Because he's not as rich or as wealthy as you?" The waiter quickly advanced towards Arthur. "Get out of here." He said. "Both of you and don't ever come back."
"I'm sorry!" Morgana had her things in her hands.
"Leave!" Merlin yelled.
The Pendragon's did as they were told without question.
Merlin and Gwen stood there and watched them leave. Gwen's shoulders sagged as she attempted not to cry. At that time, Merlin softly rubbed his shoulder and shook his head.
"Let's go home Gwen."
"Out." Arthur commanded as he stopped in front of his father's large mansion. Morgana lived with their father, Uther, but Arthur had recently moved out of their house and into an expensive flat in London.
"You're not coming in?" Morgana seemed slightly puzzled.
"Morgana, I really don't want to talk to you or father right now, just leave."
Morgana could tell that Arthur was furious, especially after the way he quickly drove away.
Arthur couldn't believe Morgana. She was almost like Uther, and that was the reason he'd moved out in the first place. He couldn't stand their constant nagging, their cling to their Royal heritage. From the moment of his birth, everything was planned out for him. Who to be around, where to go, what to wear and what to eat, and most importantly, who to love. He didn't want that anymore, and moving away was his first step into clearing his name.
When he arrived home he took his shoes off and went straight to bed.
Before he drifted off into a peaceful sleep, his couldn't get Merlin's image out of his head. Strangely, there was just something odd about him. It wasn't odd in a bad way, it was just something different, something that Arthur had liked.
Gwen and Merlin arrived home soaked and drenched. The two really hadn't said anything during the walk home, they only held their coats around them and tried to stay warm.
When they reached their neighborhood, there were the usual gangs around lurking around, but they paid no mind to Merlin and Gwen, seeing as though Mordred wasn't with them.
"What are we going to do?" Gwen finally asked as they settled down.
"I'm not sure Gwen...I mean, to get him out of jail would be expensive..." Merlin sighed. "I don't want you to feel like I'm giving up on him."
The two sat down at their wooden table in their kitchen. Merlin placed his head in his hands while Gwen rose and began to cook dinner. "I hope you don't mind eating small bits." She announced.
"Have I ever?" Merlin replied.
When Arthur awoke the next day, he was surprised to see that his father was in his bedroom. The man rummaged through his son's desk and other personal belongings as if trying to find something important.
"Father..." Arthur sat up from bed. "What are you doing here?"
"Morgana, told me everything that happened last night...I'm sorry to hear it." Uther replied, which greatly confused Arthur.
"What do you mean?"
"There will be a court hearing set later this week..." Uther smiled. "I believe justice will be served."
Merlin ran to work with a book and an envelope in his hand. He loved to read, especially things having to do with history or science, on the other hand he greatly disliked letters. They were simple signs that things were going downhill.
When he arrived at work, he saw Kara there, cleaning the tables and their manager, Freya at the cash register.
"Hey Merlin! You're here early, where's Gwen?" She shouted.
"Work." Merlin replied. "Or her second job. Look what I got in the mail." Both the girls quickly ran over to him as he opened the envelope. As he read on, he felt his heart sink into his stomach.
"Court hearing?" Kara asked. "For Mordred, but why?"
"The stupid Pendragon bitch accused him of stealing her things, she figured out she dropped the stuff later on." Merlin crumbled the paper and put it in his pocket.
Both Freya and Kara looked at each other. "Would you like us to come with you?" One of them asked.
Merlin shook his head and went into the kitchen.
Arthur roughly made his way into his sister's building where she was apparently getting one of her many photo shoots. He pulled her from in front of the camera and began to talk to her.
"What did you tell father?" He asked in anger. "About what happened?"
"Not now Arthur I'm_" "What did you tell father?" His voice was more than threatening.
"I had to lie..." Morgana's voice rang with guilt. "He wouldn't believe me...I'm sorry Arthur." He let go of his sister's hand and left.
He took it upon himself to get into his car and drive back to the restaurant.
Arthur felt relieved when he realized there were no customers and only the employees were there. He quickly parked his car in the parking lot and ran inside.
"Hello sir! How may I help you?" This voice came from a young and joyful teenage girl. Arthur smiled at her as walked to the cash register.
"Is there a man by the name of Merlin, who works here?" He asked.
"Yes_ MERLIN!" The girl yelled, flinging her brown hair back.
Seconds later, Merlin, the same waiter emerged from the kitchen. He walked behind the girl, touched her shoulder and whispered something in her ear. She smiled nervously at him and then left the two men to conversate.
"What the hell do you want?" Merlin crossed his arms.
"I'm sorry for what happened." Arthur said with nothing but honesty ringing in his voice.
"No you're not, your lot is never sorry. You're all the_" "What do you have against me?" Arthur regretted interrupting him.
"I have everything against you and your kind!" Merlin pointed at him. "Because of your kind, I'm where I am today!"
"Excuse me, but I hardly see how this is my fault!" Arthur replied.
"And of course you wouldn't." Merlin laughed and through his hands into the air. "You are all the same!"
"Don't classify me Merlin." Arthur sounded angry. "I can't help being what I am."
Merlin groaned, rolled his eyes and turned around. However, Arthur roughly took his arm in a firm hold.
"Let me go!" Merlin yelled. "Now!"
"Not until you accept my apology." Arthur replied, only holding him tighter. To his surprise, Merlin's eyes became watery and he started...crying.
"I'll tell you why I hate your kind so much!" He yelled. "It was your father, Uther Pendragon, who crashed into my mother's car the night she died! And now here you are, his son, making my life a living hell!"
Arthur didn't have to be told twice to let go of Merlin's arm.
He could've hugged Merlin, or comforted him, but he just let the waiter pass by, with thick tears in his eyes.
Not so sure what to think about this chapter, but please, please review! Oh, and I don't own BBC Merlin.
On the upside I've got a Twilight Story (based on books not movie) coming up, a Resident Evil story coming up, and another Merlin story coming up!