Sheila Wolfe: Lol, that's alright. :D Thanks!

Merlinfanatic77: Aww, THANK YOU! *hugs* Your review made me lol so hard and it was so sweet.

KrisEleven: I always feel so humbled when people praise my writing. Thank you for all your support KrisEleven ( though I'm sure the little message that comes up when you submit reviews already told you this) but I am really amazed by your words :D

sarajm: I know. *sigh* I liked good Morgana though I knew she would be evil. I guess I'd never seen her in the light of a good person before this show.

April29Roses: I agree with you wholeheartedly my friend! Merlin and Morgana's relationship is so intricate and so interesting. Lol, I could not resist adding the S5 quote. ;)

Katerina Riley : *hugs* thank you so much for all of your lovely reviews!

Title: Turning Pages.

Summary: A ficlet miscellany inspired by random music/desserts/quotes/movies or thoughts. No slash.

Inspiration: Just finished watching Once Upon A Time. :D Tag to 'The Poisoned Chalice.'

A/N: As mentioned before I finally finished season 1 of Once Upon A Time and was blown away by how entertaining it was, especially the last episode. The interaction between Regina, Henry and Emma was just...so heart wrenching.

To understand why such an unrelated show inspired me on this you must watch a bit from 1x21, in which Snow White bites the poisoned apple. :P I'm sure you, Oz, will certainly understand what I'm talking about and God, I could not stop drawing parallels between this scene and 'The Poisoned Chalice,' for the rest of the episode. :D

the reason why it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be.

-Nicholas Sparks, 'The Notebook.'

Alone.

It was a stab, not physical but certainly as painful, that forced his eyes open with a panic unbeknownst to the young prince before those moments.

It took him a few precious gasps of air to remember why he was leaning on the damp wall of the dungeons instead of lying on his soft bed, waiting for Merlin's voice to call him from sleep and feel that slow smile extend through his features as he heard the boy ramble on- a smile that, of course, he'd hide with a providential goblet thrown towards said boy ( though not hard enough to hurt him.)

Bright flashes of memories succeeded one another in the confused, jumbled up way that only pure panic can summon because, even as he tugged the collar of his shirt, Arthur's breaths were still coming in painful gasps. He remembered a goblet, the face of his father as he declared his will upon his idiot manservant and then Merlin drinking the goblet and himself, with a heavy heart, watching. Only to have said heart shaken in horror when the boy that had wriggled a way into his heart plummeted to the floor.

After everything was done and Guinevere had walked away with the Mortaeus flower he leaned, exhausted, on the wall of his cell, not even noticing when sleep claimed him and a short rest for his eyes transformed into restless sleep. Only to be awakened by the distinctive feeling of...drowning.

However, it lasted but a few seconds.

And yet what came after was the worst.

For as long as he had taken those raspy, gasping breaths the whole that was suddenly boring through his heart was certainly not there and he was certainly not moaning in agony as if a part of him had been ripped apart in the blink of an eye.

No wound he'd ever received could compare.

For the space of a few seconds, the prince of Camelot felt loneliness like no other prickle his heart. He felt it -and an odd and unexplainable shadow lifted itself before his eyes- so very strong that another gasp was torn from his lips as he leaned his forehead on the cold bars of his cell and wrapped his hands around them, undefinable and yet familiar, as if it had been dormant from the moment of his birth and something had awaken it.

For the space of a heartbeat, as he held in his breath and tensed his muscles, Arthur Pendragon knew it.

He was alone.

He was truly on his own.

But yet...the next moment his eyes were flying open and the loneliness had vanished from his heart as if it had never existed.

Leaning heavily against the wall Arthur Pendragon wondered blearily if it had all been a dream or an hallucination of some sort, not knowing that, in the physician's quarters, his young servant's heart was pumping again.

I pinky promise that the next one will be a happy or bromance galore one! :D