Morgana Pendragon was never happy, she hadn't been in years. In the past two months, she had been married twice and divorced just as much. And a year before she had an abortion in fear that the child would ruin her body. She thought that the illusion of money would please and pleasure her, but she was wrong. She was missing something that she knew none of her suitors could give her, and that was love.

Uther banged his fist on the table for the fifth time before glaring at his son in fury. "You must marry Sarah!" He ordered. "If you care for this family's well being!"
Arthur, who had his feet propped up on the glass table shrugged. "Well, I don't really care about what happens to this family, or its fortune." He smiled. "Now father," He stood up. "I have some place to be."

"No!" Uther shouted, grabbing his son's arm. This had been going on for an hour and Uther intended to end it.

Morgana, who stood in the corner of the huge room slightly jumped. She felt cold sweat go down her back as she stared at the two. She hated when their fights became physical and more than that, she hated that her brother couldn't be happy for what he was. He was rich, he was an heir to a fortune but yet he put all that aside for something that his family had no clue about.
Her brother angered her, but at the same time he amazed her. He had the strength and courage to stand up to Uther, and that was something Morgana lacked. Arthur never let their father control his life, and she admired that about him.

"Let me go." Arthur commanded in such a flat tone. "I want nothing, to do with you. Nothing to do with this family." He pulled his arm free and without a word darted down the stairs. Within seconds, the front door slammed and a car could be heard screeching out of the driveway in full speed.

Uther looked towards his daughter and frowned. "Where did I go wrong? Was it when I divorced his mother?"
"I don't know father." Morgana sighed knowing that Uther had actually cheated on Arthur's mother with her mother. But that wasn't all the fueled Arthur's hate.
"Morgana love," Uther made way towards her. "I want you to keep tabs on your brother for me." She looked up, shocked and surprised.
"Father...I_" "Yes you can." Uther placed his warm hands on her shoulders. "He wasn't dressed in his usual suit attire, he was just wearing a T-Shirt, jeans and sneakers, I'm concerned about what he is doing."

Morgana nodded, once again acknowledging the fact that she did everything her father told her.

When Arthur arrived at the restaurant, he was surprised to see that Merlin was absent.
"He's not here, Mr. Pendragon, he's actually at the bookstore down the street." A girl, known by the name of Kara said, she had a bright smile.
"Oh thank you." Arthur said, returning her smile and quickly leaving the shop. Not bothering to get in his car, he darted down the street, dodging angry men and women who yelled at him.
When the only book store he saw finally came into view, he dashed inside and shut the door behind him. A bell rang above his head, signaling that someone had entered the shop.
"Hello?" A small woman asked from the front desk. "Do you need something?" Luckily, she hadn't known who Arthur was, and didn't cause a ruckus.
"Nothing, thank you. I'm just looking for someone."

Arthur darted through the numerous bookshelves and stopped when he saw one that read above it, "Chemical Properties.". Sitting on the ground, holding a book was Merlin. He seemed so focused that Arthur thought it would be an offense to disturb him, but shrugging he walked into the aisle of books and sat down. Merlin had noticed him yet until he felt someone put a warm arm around him. He dropped his book and looked at Arthur in surprise.

"Arthur!" He yelped. "What are you doing?"
"Well...I just wanted to see you." Arthur replied. "I had a rough morning."
"Same here." Merlin admitted, picking up his book and flipping a page.
"How so?"
"Take a look for yourself." Merlin turned around as he sat and faced Arthur. There was a large burn down his neck and barely on his face. Though he didn't seem too worried about it, Arthur sat there looking shocked.
"How_" "My stove blew out and it got my face. Don't worry, I don't think it'll stay."
"Well, did you go to the doctor for it?" Arthur asked.
"Nope, the clinic wasn't open." Merlin carelessly replied.
"Not the clinic, the doctor." Arthur dryly replied. "It can get infected."
"If it does, I'll handle it_" Arthur had hoisted Merlin up and over his shoulder against his will and now carried him out of the book store. Merlin, who was visibly surprised and angry attempted to fight back.

"A...Arthur! Put me down!" Merlin yelled.
"No, if you're not going to take care of yourself then I guess I'll have to try." Arthur replied, ignoring the glares he received from customers in the bookstore.

When he finally got back to his car, he forced Merlin inside and quickly buckled him up. Then he took a seat in the car and drove off. For the first ten minutes, there was nothing but silence and then finally, Merlin broke the ice with a question.
"Where are you taking me?" He asked, crossing his arms.
"To an actual doctor, not a clinic of uncertified men and women." Arthur replied. "And are you going to get a new stove?"
Merlin sighed and looked out of the window. "I don't have money for a new stove, nor do I want you buying one for me." And then again, there was a long pause of silence until Arthur mustered up something to say.
"I saw the book you were reading. You have to be pretty smart to understand that stuff, right? Is that why you were reading it?"
"Yeah..." Merlin sounded interested.
Arthur chuckled before speaking again. "You hate me." His voice was serious. "And you have every right to...after what happen to your mother."
Merlin who felt his heart sink sighed and spoke. "I don't hate you. What your father did to my family...to my mother had nothing to do with you and still, has nothing to do with you. You are not your father." He said. "And I hope you realize that."

Again, there was more silence until Arthur pulled into the parking lot of a large hospital. Before Merlin could get out of the car, Arthur already held the door open and assisted him.
"I'm fine..." Merlin looked ahead. "This place is huge."
"Yeah..." Arthur smiled and took Merlin by the hand.

"Sir Pendragon, if you'd have waited any longer, this burn would have gotten infected." The doctor said, examining Merlin's neck.
"It's a good thing I spotted it then, right Merlin?" Arthur teased.
"Shut up." Merlin angrily stammered.

The surprised doctor looked at Arthur, who only smiled. "What else do I need to know."
"Here." The doctor filled out a prescription sheet. "He needs to rub this on his burn every night before he goes to bed and," The doctor handed the paper to Arthur and filled out another one. "He needs these pain killers. Two a day."

Merlin snatched the papers from Arthur and stared in horror. "Together, these are $300, Arthur I can't afford this."
"I know you can't, I'm buying them for you."
"Arthur_"
"My insurance will cover this sir." Arthur told the doctor.
"Well then, the two of you are free to go."

"Are you going to complain the whole way to the pharmacy?" Arthur asked.
"I don't want you doing this!" Merlin yelled. "I don't need your help!"

Arthur rolled his eyes as he pulled into the pharmacy. "Are you coming inside or staying?" Arthur asked.
Merlin grunted as Arthur assisted him out of the car. "It hurts doesn't it? Just admit it already." Merlin kept his mouth shut as he followed Arthur into the store.

Morgana was shocked when she saw her brother bring the same man into the pharmacy that he had brought to the hospital. Was there something going on between the two? If so, it was strictly forbidden.
Morgana took her phone from her purse and snapped a picture of the two, not sure whether to send it to her father or not.

For a long time, she stared and saw Arthur leave the other man alone. The brunette retreated to the book section and unknowingly, Morgana followed him. She didn't get close enough to talk to him, but she remembered him from somewhere.

"Hello." She said as she walked over to him.

"Aye...Oh..." The two instantly recognized each other. "Lady Pendragon?" He held a book but placed it back on the bookshelf.

Morgana felt her heart grow heavy when he addressed her.

Lady Pendragon! Why can't he just call me Morgana? He probably calls my brother my his name! What makes me different? She thought to herself. Instantly, her eyes grew heavy with tears and she began to cry.

"Oh...um..." Was all the man could say as she ran into him and hugged herself to his chest. This had to be strange for the poor Irishman, but she just needed some real comfort. She didn't care about the burn on his face or that he wasn't rich, she just wanted to feel better...to feel happy.

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