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sjritts - It would and that's why Merlin (more in future chapters) finds it hard. Everything that has happened to him has effected him in some way.

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When everything's meant to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

Chapter 6

"Then I just waited by the lake. Sometimes I wondered away from it and searched for work but there was no place like home. I heard of all their deaths." Merlin finished.

Morgan just sat there.

"We have all been through so much. But the triple goddess have given us a new start. That's why I am so interested in the Arthurian legend. The goddess wanted us to be together. Who are we to stop her?"

Merlin looked up at Morgana, no Morgan. She was Morgan now.

"Firstly we need to get you new clothes and then think of a name for you. Not many people call their children Merlin nowadays."

"I think that they do, what about Merlin Olsen?"

Morgan raised her eyebrow.

"You know the famous American football player. He only died a few years ago."

"Merlin do I look like someone who watches sport?"

"No." Merlin said shaking his head. "There are some actors ..."

"Merlin, I don't care. You are coming up with a more modern name."

Merlin sighed he knew there was very little point arguing with her. Even Arthur knew that she would win eventually.

"What about Marlin?" Merlin said.

"That is too close to your own name, what about Aaron?"

"And yours isn't? You were Morgana and now you are Morgan."

"Good Aaron it is then. Also I didn't chose my name."

"Neither did I." Merlin tried to argue.

"Yes but yours was chosen ages ago." Morgan said.

Merlin huffed. He couldn't believe how stubborn she was but that is what he liked about her. Just he wished she wasn't so stubborn on things to do with him.

"So how are you getting back to London?" Morgan said finishing her coffee.

"Aren't I ..." Merlin started to say.

"No, no, no. I already have too many questions to answer. I will give you my address and I will met you there."

"Great." Merlin said under his breath.

Morgan wrote down her address and phone number.

"Call me if you get lost." she said getting up and kissed him on the cheek.

Merlin watched her go and smiled widely.

She remembered. He had been waiting for this for ages.

He hadn't told her everything and he knew that she would find that out later but this wasn't the time or the place to talk about her other lives or Aithusa.

How he had neglected the young dragon?

He didn't want to but nobody could get near her. She couldn't hunt and wouldn't accept any food off him.

Merlin sighed. He had only been to London once and that was the time of the black death. He wanted to help people but couldn't. It was too many to cure by magic and too suspicious if a few got better. He would sit there and watch people die. But after a goddess knows how many years watching people die, it doesn't become to difficult to watch.

"Aaron." Merlin tried it on his tongue.

Merlin smiled. Even if he hated the fact that he had to change his name, he always knew that Morgana would chose a good name.

Morgan not Morgana.

He must remember that.

Merlin picked up the napkin and left.

Firstly he needed money. Good thing he kept changing the money that he earned it. Merlin must admit that the currency used today was the most easy to use. There had been many weird and wonderful ones over the years.

Merlin reached into his pocket and pulled out a little navy-blue book.

"National Westminster." Merlin whispered.

The book was all tatty.

"1968" Merlin said once he opened the front page.

Merlin scratched his head. The bank was in the name of Merlin Wyllt. How was he going to get the money out with it? Would he be able to get money out with it?

"Excuse me, do you know where the closest National Westminster is?" Merlin said to the waitress that was cleaning the table he was at.

The waitress looked at him with confusion.

Merlin looked back that the book. "It may be called NatWest now." He said trying again.

The waitress shock her head. "Yes of course, if you go right out of this building then you come on to the high street from there walk up and its on your left."

"Thank you" Merlin said.

The waitress carried on her job as Merlin left.

Lets get on with my life.

Morgan watched as Merlin left the museum and turned right up the high street. She had never really thought of how he was going to get to her and it was probably selfish for her to leave him to find his own way there but she knew how teenagers could be with gossip, especially about the teachers if they got hold of anything.

"Are you all right now Miss?" Sophie said as she got onto the bus.

"Yes Sophie, I am fine." Morgan smiled at her.

"I think Miss Fay has an admirer." Harry said to his friends as he got on the coach.

"And why would you think that Harry?" Morgan said stopping him.

"Because the man that you were talking with is now looking over at us and starring right at you."

Harry pointed over at Merlin.

Morgan shock her head. I thought he had gone.

I did, I just wanted to look at you one last time before I meet you again.

Morgan shock her had again. She swear that she just thought something in Merlin's voice. And why would she think of something like that.

Because isn't not you, it's me. Merlin's voice said again. Meet you in London.

In London. Morgan said getting on the coach herself.

"So who is he?" Miss Jennings said to her when she sat down.

"He is only an old friend of mine." Morgan said.

"Well he is rather tasty."

Morgan couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Merlin had got a lot of attention at his time in Camelot and that had made Morgana jealous. But she knew what it was. It was his boyish looks and charm, his high cheekbones that you could cut yourself on and his kind manner.

"He has changed a lot since I last saw him." Morgan said before she took out her book. She knew the ending now because she had lived it. But she didn't know if this was that version.

She opened it where she had left it.

"You know, there's one thing I don't understand, Merlin." Morgana said as she cleaned his wound. "You're Arthur's servant, nothing more. Yet, time and again, you've proved yourself willing to lay down your life for him."

"What are you doing?" Merlin asked.

Morgana turned to him. "Have you never seen Gaius clean a wound before?"

"All right, I know what you're doing. What I don't know is why."

Morgana grabbed his face. "I believe I asked you a question first. Why are you so loyal to Arthur?"

"I don't expect you to understand, Morgana. You have no sense of duty, no sense of loyalty."

"You're wrong. Don't think I don't understand loyalty just because I've got no one left to be loyal to." Morgana spat at him

It was a couple of days before Merlin arrived on her doorstep.

He had at least changed his clothes.

Merlin had decided to go for a chequered shirt, buttoned all they way down save for a few buttons at the top that showed a white t shirt underneath, with a black leather jacket and denim skinny jeans. He stood there looking slightly awkward, holding a bunch of flowers.

"How do I look?" Merlin said turning around.

"Lovely." was the only word Morgan could get out.

"Well you said that I should update my clothes. A very nice shop assistant helped me chose what to wear. I hope you don't mind." Merlin said kinda letting himself in. "for you" He held out the flowers.

"Thank you, no I don't mind and at least we have something to go on."

"Well new life, new name, new style." Merlin said.

"May I ask how did you get the money to buy that and get here?"

"Being alive all these years has its perks. I need you help choosing a bank. I have had money in the NatWest for 45 years and now they are wondering why I have only just got money out. Well not me, more my grandfather put money in there in 1968 and never touched it until his grandson came today saying that his grandfather was dead and left all his money to him. I thought I might have to pretend to faint about how much was in there but it was real."

"Why? How much do you have?" Morgan asked curiously.

"Well I put about £134,310 in there in 1968 and with the interest rate I had on it, there is £362,637."

Morgan stood there opened mouthed. "How did you have that much?"

"Well I transferred most of my silver into gold, because the gold price was higher and put it in there. I did cheat slightly but making my account have 6% interest but I suppose that is what you get for having it in there for 45 years."

"You're bloody rich Merlin"

"I suppose I am."

Morgan just smiled at him. "Do you still have some gold left?"

"A few thousand coins. I wasn't stupid to put it all in the bank. I thought that they may go back to gold and silver."

Morgan pulled out her laptop and turned it on. Merlin didn't question what she was doing but looked around her house.

Well it wasn't a house, it was a flat. You went from the door straight into the living room, which was a good size with a flat screen TV and leather sofas. The kitchen was just before the living room but had a hatch into it. Merlin shock his head at the colour of it. The worktops were made of earthstone black star with rounded edges while everything else was white.

"Merlin come and have a look at this." Morgan shouted from the living room.

Merlin stopped snooping and returned to her side.

"Yes Morgan."

"£750.79 for an ounce. For one ounce."

"Yes I could be rich Morgan but why would I want to be rich without you."

Morgan left it for the moment. It was more nice to know that if anything happened he could look after himself, even though he really hadn't.

"Shopping tomorrow?" Merlin proposed.

Morgan just nodded. "Yes Aaron. I need to get use to that."

"You think you need to get use to it."

Morgan couldn't help but laugh.

"Remind me I need to buy you a scarf."

Merlin looked at her. "Why?"

"I always liked you in your neckerchief. Arthur may not have liked it but I did."

Merlin just nodded his head not taking notice of much.

Morgan just looked up at him.

"What you thinking about?"

Merlin just hummed.

"Come on. It has been a long day." Morgan said taking his hand.

Merlin just allowed himself to be led to her room. There was no point in protesting. One reason was that they weren't in the 6th century any more and those traditions didn't matter. Another was that it wasn't like it was the first time. They had shared a bed more times than he could remember. Whether it was her as Morgana or in another life.

Merlin knew that some excitement would come to his life now.