Next chapter! This one is mainly just conversations, but there is some Mergana at the end, so sorry if you don't like talky chapters. If you want me to do more descriptive chapters, then please say.

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"Do you want me to get your bags for you? Should I get the door?"

"I'm not made of glass, Merlin."

"Ah. Yes. Sorry," he says, but grabs the small luggage bag she'd kept in the hospital because they'd made her stay in overnight. Just in case.

"I've never been so glad to leave a hospital in my entire life," Morgana tells him as she enters the house, breathing in the familiar scent that had now become part of her.

"I know," he places her bag by the doorway. "I hated every minute you were in there. I don't know why they were so strict about visiting hours."

"And the food awful."

"It could have been horsemeat for all we know."

They both laugh and flop down on to the sofa, Morgana letting her head fall back against the cushions.

"It's so nice that there's just two of us now," she says, lacing their fingers together. "Remember that older woman who talked in her sleep?"

"She farted, too."

"Oh, God. Don't remind me."

"And no sex for a few months," he continues with an amused smile.

"Ugh," she groans, kicking her feet up as an act of frustration. "I don't know why you're laughing! You're missing out, too!"

"Fine, I'll stop," he gives in.

They sit quietly until someone knocks on the door.

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

"Morgana!"

She blushes. "What? Why can't people just leave us alone? It's annoying."

"No. People just care about you, that's all. I'll go see who it is."

"Tell them to get lost," Morgana instructs him as he leaves the room.

"Yeah, okay," Merlin mutters as he opens the door.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to try to sell you double-glazing," Arthur says with a grin.

"Arth-"

"Who is it?" Morgana yells.

"It's me!" Arthur calls back.

"Who?"

"It's Arthur!" Merlin shouts.

"Oh, Martha! Wait, I don't think I know any Marthas."

Arthur rolls his eyes. "No! Not Martha, it's-"

"Please just come in," Merlin says wearily, stepping aside for him to do so.

"She's such a lazy toad," Arthur says as he walks in. "Always has been. My father treated her like a princess. He still does now, to be honest."

"I can imagine," Merlin laughs.

They walk in on Morgana with her arms folded and a stubborn look on her face.

"I am not lazy."

Arthur pinches her cheeks in a patronising way.

"Of course not. But do you remember that time when I dragged you along to come fishing with me and you fell asleep in the grass?"

By the way her cheeks turned red told Merlin that she obviously did remember that day.

"I was having sleeping problems!" She protests."And it was really sunny and I just got really drowsy and the grass was really comfy, okay? And I caught a fish," she finishes smugly.

"Morgana, it was the size of a tadpole."

"No it wasn't! And when I chucked that worm at you, you screamed like a girl!" Morgana continues to battle with him.

Merlin thought it was now a routine for them to argue every time they saw one another. It was a bit like déjà vu, but entertaining to watch all the same. Arthur sits down and pulls her into a giant bear hug.

"Gwen told me what happened."

Merlin shifts uncomfortably in the background.

"Do you want me to go? Me and Gwaine said we were going to meet up later anyway, so..." he trails off, waiting for a reply.

"Only if you're sure," Morgana tells him.

"I am."

She breaks away from her brother and beckons him closer. "Come here, then."

He goes.

She grabs his shoulders and pulls him down for a more passionate kiss than he'd really wanted anyone to see, let alone Arthur.

"Say 'Hi' to Gwaine for me," she says, slightly breathlessly.

He nods dumbly. "Yeah."

She sends him such an inappropriate wink, his cheeks and ears start to burn.

"Bye, then. Have fun!" She adds with a cheeky grin as he scurries out of the house.

Arthur turns to her, a shocked yet amused look on his face. "When I said Gwen told me what happened, she obviously didn't tell me everything."

"Evidently not by the way your eyebrows are so high up they're touching your hair," she teases.

He forces a frown. "As long as he makes you happy."

"Oh, he does," Morgana assures him, before breaking into uncontrollable giggling.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. I just remembered that last time you came round, well about half an hour after you left, Merlin and I actually slept together."

His eyebrows shoot up again. "Well, that's... great."

"Should I go into the details?"

"Would you like me to go into the details of mine and Gwen's relationship?"

She squirms at the thought of her best friend and brother. Together. Ew. But she was still happy for them.

"No, thank you. Anyway. I thought you'd come round here to rant at me for being so stupid?"

"Not quite. Although, Gwen did have to physically restrain me when she told me. I'm going to beat the hell out of - oh, what's his name?" He snaps his fingers several times in an attempt to jog his memory.

"Alvarr?" Morgana provides.

"Yeah, him."

They fall silent as Arthur contemplates all the horribly brutal things he'd love to do to that man.

"Uther doesn't know, does he?" She asks timidly.

"No. He doesn't have to know, either."

She nods, satisfied with his answer. "That's good."

"How are you coping, anyway? I can't really speak from experience, but it mustn't be easy to lose a child. Even if it's with a man you don't particularly like."

She hesitates. "I'm.. okay."

"It's alright if you're not, Morgana. I know I always used to tease you for being weak-" he stops when she sends him a dirty look- "But it's different now. It's okay to be upset," he says with a level of gentleness and kindness she'd never really seen in him before.

"I'm not upset. I almost feel glad about it. No matter how awful that sounds."

Arthur nods, unusually deep in thought. "And how does Alvarr feel about this?"

She blinks. "He doesn't know."

"What, that you've miscarried?"

"No, that I was pregnant in the first place."

Arthur stares at her. "Surely he has a right to know?"

She shakes her head firmly. "Not now. He doesn't deserve to know."

He shrugs. "And how does Merlin feel about everything?"

"The same as I do."


Gwaine stares at him, his mouth wide open in shock.

"Okay, so let me get this straight. In two weeks, you've met this amazing woman, she's left her boyfriend and moved in with you, you got to spend the night with her-"

"It was more than that," Merlin interrupts stubbornly.

"Right. And now you're together, she's found out that she's pregnant with that guy who punched you in the face and then lost it?"

Merlin sighs. "To put it simply, yes."

"And I thought my life was fairly hectic."

"It's like being on a rollercoaster," Merlin adds.

"And is she worth?"

Poor Merlin nearly spits out his drink.

"Worth it? I'd do anything for her!"

Gwaine grins at his friend's reaction. "Alright, just checking, don't start spouting Bruno Mars' lyrics to me. So, what's she like?"

"Absolutely incredible," he states.

"What about in bed?"

"Gwaine! That's none of your business!"

"Oh, come on. You've been waiting for me to ask you," Gwaine insists. "So. Is she good?"

"Yes. Very," Merlin says curtly.

His friend laughs. "Look at you! You're like an awkward teenager that's just lost his virginity!"

Merlin fidgets in his seat, avoiding his gaze.

Gwaine's eyes turn into saucers, they go so wide. "No way. Are you joking? Bloody hell!" He hits his friend on the arm.

Merlin rubs at the pain, blushing furiously. "What?"

"You!"

"There's nothing wrong with being a virgin, is there?" He defends himself. "Not that you'd know much about being one?"

"No, but- well, she's a fantastic woman to start with," he admits.

"You do realize that this is my girlfriend we're talking about?"

"Yeah, but, oh never mind. I'm pleased for you," Gwaine replies.

"Thanks. Anyway, I promised Morgana I'd be back soon," he lies, looking at the clock and realizing how late it really was. "But thank you. For the chat. And the drink. And about that job. Just... thank you," he hugs his friend gratefully.


"I'm back!"

No answer.

"Morgana? I'm back! Where are you?" He calls through the house.

He finds her curled up on the sofa, with Aithusa held tightly to her chest. Over the past few weeks they had gotten incredibly attached to each other and Merlin was starting to get jealous of his own cat.

Idly, he picks up the TV remote. "Why are you watching Crystal Maze repeats?"

She jumps and he immediately feels a pang of guilt. She sits up and rubs her eyes, yawning.

"I must've dozed off. Sorry."

Aithusa hisses at him so he does the same back, causing Morgana to laugh softly.

"S'okay. I didn't mean to wake you." He sits down and pulls her across his lap, stroking her hair back in what he hoped had a calming effect. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," she says sleepily and tilts her head up to kiss him gently. She pulls back and wrinkles her nose. "Lager. How romantic."

"Gwaine was quite insistent that I have some."

"I bet he was. How is he, anyway?"

"He's good. How about Arthur?"

"Hmm."

He frowns. "What does that mean?"

"He's been called back to Afghanistan," she grumbles.

"But I thought you said he goes back in 5 months, or something? When does he leave?"

"Next week."

"Oh."

"I'm sure he'll be fine, but I'll still worry. And Aithusa clawed his hand. It was quite funny," she says with a smile.

The doorbell rings and Morgana manages to hold back a tsunami of curses. Why couldn't people just leave them alone?

"Pizza's here," Merlin says casually and goes to answer the door.

She stares at him as he comes back in with a steaming box, and suddenly feels very hungry.

"Merlin! Why are you spending money on pizza when we're both unemployed?"

"Not for much longer," he says in a mysterious voice.

She narrows her eyes at him. "What do you mean?"

He puts the pizza down and grabs her waist to bring her closer.

"Gwaine told me about this job in a factory-"

"In a factory?"

"Shh, just listen. Okay, so there's this job going in a factory where all you have to do is just polish parts and sand stuff down, but it's quite well paid so I'm going to apply for it," he finishes.

She hugs him tightly, spinning them around. "And that, Merlin, is why you are my favourite person in the entire world."

Yay, I finished it! I hope you like it!

Also, I know it was a bit unlikely that Merlin would be a virgin, but hey.

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