Merlin felt strangely warm when he woke up. He was lying in bed but it wasn't his own. The blanket that covered him smelled faintly familiar and opening his eyes, he saw Morgana. She sat at the table drinking tea. Her eyes were red from crying and now they were staring holes into the ground while she absent-mindedly stirred her tea with her spoon. Gold passed her eyes and smoke rose from the cup. All she had done was warm it up again.
Beneath the sheets he felt his wrists. Last time those chains had given him some serious bruises only this time there was no trauma at all. He brought his feet to the ground and she looked at him for a moment.
"Sleep well?" She asked as her eyes moved back to the mug before her.
He noticed the lack of venom in her voice as if she was actually trying to make decent conversation.
"There are worse ways to wake up." He replied.
It was strange for him to see her behave so... normal? Why wasn't he in chains anymore? He found it difficult to imagine she would have a sudden change of heart. What if he tried to leave, would she stop him?
"You can leave whenever you like." She spoke as if reading his mind.
Why wasn't she taunting him? They were enemies and she was indifferent. It was almost as if she had given up. Why was that? After all the sweat and pain, why would she give in? It wasn't like her at all.
"Why?" His question made her smile so very sadly.
"Christmas, I suppose."
How sad could she get? If she really wanted him to leave then she would have kicked him out. This wasn't even being cold. This was sad, indifferent and depressing.
He got up from the bed and opened the door to leave. Then he looked back and still it was like she didn't care. He knew it shouldn't but it broke his heart. She was never indifferent, she was stubborn, devoted to a cause and fought for what she believed in. He felt more for her than pity. It broke his heart to see her broken.
He closed the door and sat opposite of her.
"What are you doing?" She asked confused.
He showed a rare, genuine smile "No one should be alone for Christmas."
AN:
Originally, this is here the story ended.
First and foremost, I didn't want to force an ending and let your imagination fill in the blanks rather than write a crappy ending.
Secondly, the world can't be fixed in one day. I mean, Scrooge wasn't a wanted man who tried to take the throne by magic and murder.
Finally, I'm writing a crappy ending. Turn the page if you want to.