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Morgana had made the executive decision of whatever Gwen didn't know couldn't hurt her and she was determined to stick by those rules. Merlin wasn't happy with this and was shifting from foot to foot when Morgana used the buzzer for Gwen's flat.

"I still think you should tell her," Merlin insists as she presses the little grey button.

"Tough, I'm not going to. It's easier that way."

"Yeah, but-"

"Hello? Morgana is that you?" Gwen's voice comes out through a small speaker next to the button.

"Yes, it's me! Merlin's here, too."

"That's good because I need to talk to him, too. Don't worry, it's nothing serious! Right, well come up then," Gwen says cheerfully and then the speaker goes dead.

"If you say one word about Alvarr to Gwen I will hide the biscuit tin from you again and blow up your supposed to be secret stash of Oreos you keep at the back of the cupboard."

His mouth drops open at the threat. "How do you even know about the Oreos?"

"You're very bad at hiding things and I caught you eating them one night, so don't pretend!"

"But that's blackmail! Emotional blackmail!" Merlin tries to convince her, looking terrified at this warning.

"It's not if you don't say anything," Morgana reminds him. "Now, are you ready?"

"Fine," Merlin sighs. "Wait, stay still - no face away from me, actually."

"Why?" Morgana asks suspiciously, turning around anyway.

Merlin says nothing, but gently pulls out the band that was keeping her hair up. He steers her back around to face him using her shoulders and sorts her hair into a bit of a side-parting. He didn't know much about hair styles, but this one looked a lot more natural. "There. That's better."

"Thanks, it was starting to hurt my head," she laughs, shaking her head so that her hair flicks around. "What do you think? Have I got the L'Oreal look yet?"

"You already had it, babes," Merlin replies, putting on a Gok Wan voice and winking at her.

Morgana laughs again and grabs his hand pulling him through the door. "That was a fantastic impression, Merlin. Well done," she compliments with a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she propels them up the stairs. "Can you do any others?"

"I can do Hillary Devey from Dragon's Den. You know, the one with the shoulder pads and funny voice? I used to play charades all the time when I was a kid, I got really good at it. We always used to play it at Christmas and New Year, it was pretty much family tradition. I think I've still got the cards at home somewhere."

"Can we play it? Tonight? With Hunith?" Morgana asks excitedly.

"What, really?" Merlin sounds surprised at her suggestion.

"Yes! It'll be fun! Please, Merlin? Pretty please? I'll love you forever..."

Merlin fakes shock and raises his eyebrows. "What? You mean you don't already?"

"You're right, I do. Um, I'll do the hoovering for a month?" Morgana offers and Merlin accepts. "I used Gwen's vacuum once and I managed to suck up a sock."

"And?" Merlin pants slightly. How many steps were there?

"The container thing where the dust goes broke apart and all the rubbish went on me."

Merlin stops climbing the stairs for a moment and face-palms before continuing. "You seem to be lacking in your domestic skills, Morgana. Is there a reason for this?"

"I haven't had much practice," Morgana admits as she stops at the door of flat number 11 and knocks three times. "Gwen's is this one. Hopefully."

"Hopefully?"

"I get the doors mixed up sometimes. A couple of years ago I walked into number 9, which was completely not on purpose by the way, and got a not so lovely glimpse of a 60 year old man doing rather inappropriate things to himself."

"That must have been... scarring."

"It was very distressing," Morgana agrees. "It was very uncomfortable meeting him on the stairs on my way up. I think he's dead now, anyway. Or is he? I can't remember. Gwen will know."

"Well, I don't think she'd really appreciate you asking her that," Merlin sighs and knocks on the door a second time, in case Gwen hadn't heard the first.

"She won't mind, she's Gwen. She has answers for everything. She could be a life coach. I think she was mine for a bit, without either of us knowing."

"You sound like really good friends," Merlin observes quietly. Gwaine was a great friend to him, but they just didn't seem to have the same bond Gwen and Morgana did. Perhaps they should start spending more time together, but he needed to be there for Morgana first. She was his main priority right now.

"We are, but sometimes – Gwen, are you in there?" Morgana attacks the door with her hand numerous times, the noise echoing around the corridor.

"Shh! Morgana, stop it!" Merlin scolds her, pulling her hand away from the door. "You might wake someone!"

"It's 10 o'clock in the morning on a Tuesday!" Morgana hisses at him. "People are at work!"

"We aren't, yet! And Gwen isn't!" Merlin argues.

"She does night shifts!"

"Then why isn't she sleeping in the day time?!"

"Maybe she's got the day off!"

"Wow, you two are having a bit of an argument, huh?" Gwen is stood in the doorway with an amused smile on her face. Merlin jumps and Morgana rolls her eyes at him as she follows Gwen into her flat, pulling her friend into a hug on the way.

She loves Gwen's flat. It's small but not cramped and although there are many photos of her and Arthur in many different places, but it doesn't seem like clutter. It isn't overly old or incredibly modern, but more in between the ages, with cream coloured walls and a dark red sofa - Gwen says it hides any stains well. Dust never seems to collect on objects, there are no cracks in the ceiling, no damp or mould is in sight and it always smells like Frebreze. Gwen was very house proud and the incident of the exploding hoover hadn't gone down well - she was like Monica from Friends, but not as bad.

"Do you want tea?" Gwen asks as she walks into her small kitchen.

"Yeah, I'll help. Where's Merlin got to?" Morgana glances behind her but he isn't there.

"Not too far, I hope. How many sugars do you have, again? I've forgotten."

"Three, thanks."

Gwen frowns, staring at the cup. "I thought it was six?"

"I'm trying to cut down. 'Trying' being the operative word."

Gwen nods, but shovels five spoonfuls of sugar in when she thought Morgana wasn't looking. "How have you been lately? Good?"

"Yeah, everything's great," Morgana lies to her, feeling guilty the second she says it. It was for her own good, Gwen would only be upset. "Everything's fine."

"And Merlin? How is he? Has he found a new job yet?"

Morgana looks at her in confusion before handing her the milk. "How do you know about that? Did I tell you?"

"No, Uther did. He came round a few of days ago. It was strange actually, he kept asking how I was. And about Arthur and you. Especially you."

"Maybe he's just worried about me," Morgana brushes it off and then panics. "You didn't tell him about the pregnancy, did you?"

"Oh, no. Don't worry, I wouldn't tell him that – that's your choice. It did seem odd, though. It was pretty much constant. And the way he asked it, it was like... like I was supposed to know something and I was deliberately hiding it from him."

"Are you hiding things from him?"

"Don't be so silly! I'd never hide anything from anyone! I don't have anything to hide."

"Then it's probably just Uther being weird like he normally is."

"Probably..." Gwen says distantly, focussing on pouring boiling hot water out of the kettle. "Speaking of the pregnancy, how are you getting on with the... you know?"

"You can say it, Gwen. It's not like we're discussing sex in medieval times."

"What on Earth have I just walked into?" Merlin blurts out, making a sharp U-turn back out of the kitchen.

"Nothing of the greatest importance," Morgana tells him, gulping back some of her drink. "What took you so long?"

He wanders cautiously back to them and holds up his mobile. "Gwaine rang me. He said he's 'as lonely as a cloud.'"

"Isn't that a poem?" Gwen comes in. "Anyway, do you guys want to go to Thorpe Park?"

"What do you mean?" Merlin asks slowly.

"Do you want to go? Because I got this voucher thing – 2 for 1 – and I was going to go with Arthur, but he's gone back early, so..." Gwen trails off expectantly.

"Are you sure? You could just wait until Arthur gets back," Morgana suggests but Gwen shakes her head.

"It expires in about a week. We wouldn't have the chance, but you two would."

"How many vouchers do you have? Just the one?" Morgana inquires.

"No, there's two, but even if I went with you, who would be the fourth person?"

"Gwaine can come!" Morgana exclaims and Merlin groans. "What? What's wrong with Gwaine? He was just telling you about how lonely he was!"

Merlin sighs. "Nothing is wrong with him, but he can be a bit full-on at times, are you sure it's a good idea?"

"Of course it's a good idea, it was my idea and my ideas are always good," Morgana insists and Merlin tuts at her.

"Fine," he agrees, reluctantly.

Okay, I was supposed to update on Sunday, but my life got in the way, so please don't kill me. I will now be trying to stick to a Sunday-update-day schedule, but that may change in the meantime.

Anywho! I hope this was an all right chapter, it was shorter than usual, but it was just meant to be a chapter that got Gwen back in, and also Gwaine, and I have succeeded in both of those tasks because now they're all going off to Thorpe Park. This was also a bit of an insight into the new but old Morgana, if that makes sense? Hopefully it does.

Thank you for reading and please review to tell me your thoughts!

Next Chapter: Hunith's farewell and Morgana spends the afternoon with Morgause :)