A/N: ..And its a wrap! Final chapter in guys. Sorry, its taken me aaages to get it out but here we are. I just wanted to say a humongous thank you to all the Merlinites and Arwen fans out there who took the time to read/follow/favourite, and share their thoughts on WAMG over the years (yes, years!) You guys are super awesome and even though the show has since ended, Merlin will always be one of my favourite shows of all times. I will continue to read Merlin ff and support others and I hope you will all do the same x

The One With Ever Afters (Sort of)

For anyone who has never heard of it, Buckney Hall sounds like it could be a nice place. But, because it's actually a prison, it isn't really nice at all. In fact, not much about prison is fun. Or remotely like Hollywood makes it out to be.

Agravaine Du Bois had been awaiting trial at this fine institution for about five weeks now and the best thing so far about 'Bucks' was that, given the amount of time he spent in the infirmary recovering from the numerous 'accidents', the warden had finally assigned him to a private room.

Shifting painfully, he struggles to put his jacket on, then looks up as a guard bangs on the wall, nodding his head towards the exit.

"Oi ! Du Bois?! You've got a visitor. Quick smart!" he bellows.

Agravaine glowers at him. His ribs are still trying to get over the last bust up, and the guards are non-too sympathetic about the whole thing.

No one is here.

"Who is it?" he asks as he shuffles along the corridor behind the guard.

"'Ow would I know?! Wot do I look like? Your secretary? Hah! You'd better drop them airs Du Bois. In 'ere, all you need to know is that you don't call the shots no more. Got it?!" the guard sneers back at him, as he pulls the doors open.

Du Bois says nothing. He won't give these imbeciles the benefit of seeing him react.

Wincing slightly again, he lowers himself into the hard plastic chair and looks around the room expectantly. There's no one here save him and the guard standing by the door.

He is about to turn around to ask what is going on when the 'Visitor's' door opens and a man walks in.

Agravaine sits back and takes a moment to study him closely.

He seems…strangely familiar but he can't place him. He decides to remain silent and allow the other man to make the first move.

"May I sit?" the man is probably younger than Arthur by a few years. He has wavy light brown hair, cut short and he is of medium height and build.

His voice is soft and has a slight lilt to it. An accent of some sorts, Agravaine surmises.

"My apologies for being a bit late. There was some…business I had to take care of first. You look relatively well Mr. Du Bois, considering you are in Buckney Hall, home of more than a few criminals that you helped put in here…" the man continues, as he leans forward on his elbows.

His dark suit is simple. Elegantly tailored and very expensive. He is not wearing a visitor's pass. He does not resemble anyone from Agravaine's legal team. And how did they allow him to bring his Smartphone in here?

Agravaine can't curb his curiosity any longer.

"Who are you?! What do you want with me?" he demands.

The man smiles and straightens up in his chair.

"I am someone you want on your side right now Mr. Du Bois".

Agravaine snorts and gestures around the room and the prison guard in the background.

"Really?! And what, pray tell, can you possibly do for me right now?! My trial will be up in a few weeks' time. My lawyers are telling me to plead guilty and then I get to spend the next fifteen to twenty years locked up. Most likely in this hellhole! No, I'd rather you just send some cyanide in the post and leave me to it!"

The man leans back and crosses one leg over the other. Cool as a cucumber.

"Let's just say, if I help you, then you can help me. We could work together, you and I..."

Agravaine cocks his head and leans in over the table.

"And what exactly would we be doing together?" his tone is dripping with sarcasm but it cannot his interest in this mysterious guest.

The young man smiles brightly now, his light grey eyes shining and for half a second Agravaine could swear he resembles Arthur. Almost.

"Bringing down the Pendragon empire of course".

Agravaine shakes his head fiercely in anger and confusion. There's a name he never wants to hear again in his life. He will never forgive them for putting him here.

"Do not ever speak that name in my presence boy! They ruined my life!" he spits out, slamming his fist into the table top, and then moves back in his chair, suddenly exhausted.

The young man lets out a low chuckle.

It's menacing. Calculating. And enough to get Agravaine's attention again.

"So…Will you help me? Will you work with me and destroy their lives? "

Silence.

"Or will you stay in here and regret the rest of yours?" his voice is soft again.

Agravaine studies him again. Then nodding slowly, he stretches out his hand towards the younger man's where his hand is out. Waiting expectantly.

"Good. Now, first things first, let's get you out of this dump".

Three months later…

"Really? That's great. Yep, I'm looking forward to hearing the updates tomorrow. Yes, it can wait 'til then Merlin…Oh please, don't sound so surprised. I am able to take a step back from work these days…Whatever! I don't sound like that and you know it! What's that? What the fu-?!...When did you hear about this? No, I didn't…Just thinking about him brings a sour taste to my mouth..But this is concerning…Yep, Gaius is right…We need to be strategic about it. Yes, of course we were all surprised to read the trial date had been moved up too. What do you mean 'something about new evidence'? Here's a thought, if you could, oh I don't know, actually do your job for once and get something concrete that would be grand?! Sorry, I didn't mean to take that tone, it's just…well, he may be behind bars but I wouldn't put anything past that man. I just want to make sure that we help the police to put him away for what he's done. Yeah sure…Okay, so tomorrow night then? Thanks to you and Morgs giving us both a head cold! You're disgusting…Get your mind out of the gutter! Yeah sorry; tonight I'm cooking and-Oh shut up! I only burnt it once and you bring it up every time she makes it now! Hanging up now. Yes. Bye!"

Arthur puts his phone away and moves to one side as people fill the entrance to the shop. The chemist is super busy this time of the day as people rush in before going to the station to catch a train or bus home for the evening. He groans inwardly because he can never seem to remember to come in earlier in the day when it's less busy.

Arthur's POV

Not that I'm complaining much about it, or anything else much these days. The only problem is the cold that I have now after yet another 'fun afternoon activity' yesterday planned by M&M – this time it was black water rafting. Gwaine, who was also in town for some business planning was moaning about it whilst getting changed into the one size too small wetsuit, "I wish those two would hurry up and produce a child so the wee bairn can do all their planned activities and give the rest of us a break eh?!". While a tiny part of me agrees with him, I also know that they are people who I guess, if I am being really honest with myself, I am lucky to count as my friends. Yes…I am able to say nice things about Merlin! I love the challenge of doing something new and adventurous but then something happened to Merlin's helmet and then the rigging in the cave went wonky so the two of us spent twenty uncomfortable, dark, wet, cold, and irritating (an adjective I always utilize wherever Merlin is concerned) minutes in a cave waiting for our guide to return with a new helmet while the others had gone on ahead. Merlin insisted on playing 'I Spy' to which I had to remind him that we couldn't play anyway since we are in a dark cave. With no lights, save the one on my helmet. Still, it was fun, and life is good. Not perfect. Nothing ever is, but near enough. At the end of the next financial year my Dad's going to formally announce that he is handing over the reins so it's gonna be a busy ride. But I've got the best team, and support so I feel the company's set for bigger and better things…That, and other changes, what with Elyan – who has grudgingly sort of forgiven me for being a shit to his sister in London now, Ellie and Leon expecting a baby soon, and M&M married (but still as exasperating as ever) life is moving on, but I'm just taking it in my stride..Where is she?...

Gwen's POV

Having a cold is not fun, but it's not a big deal. Why do I keep coming back to this chemist when it's always packed at the end of the day? The black water rafting activity was actually really cool. Cold and wet, but it was neat. I could've done without Gwaine strutting around (the wetsuit wasn't helping either because it was so tight) in the changing area in front of that 'Hen's Night' group ogling him, then saying very loudly that 'his missus', "see the one over there with the curly hair pretending not to know me would be really upset if I take down your mobile numbers girls". Apart from that – and the part where Arthur and Merlin were stuck in one of the smaller caves waiting for their guide because of some helmet malfunction, it was smooth sailing. A lot has happened in the last year and a bit. I met a guy who I never thought I would end up liking and I fell in love with him. Then we split up because of too many obstacles, and now…well, now things are good and I know I am blessed. I have a job I love, wonderful friends and family, and the life I want to live. Okay Gwen, enough mental monologues. Get your meds and go. You still have to get those reports graded before you sleep tonight. Oh! There he is…

"Next please! Hi Sir..." the cashier calls as Arthur moves to the front of the long line, placing his cold meds on the counter. The cashier, name tagged Jane, smiles at the good-looking tall blonde man as he greets her then scans his purchase. She can't help thinking that he looks familiar…

"Excuse me Sir? These cold meds are part of our '2 for 1 special' in the store this week. If you would like to get another one, perhaps for your partn-", Jane pauses, reminding herself that she should be wary of assuming things. Sometimes people get a bit stroppy and all.

"…Or, if you don't want-or need to, you can just take the one then but you can't get a re-…Sir…?, her voice trails off as she looks up and notices that the man doesn't even seem to be listening to her anymore but instead is focused on the petite lady walking towards him with long, dark curly hair, carrying two tote bags. When she reaches him, she laughs as he tucks a stray curly lock behind one of her ears and then quickly pulls her towards him kissing her very gently on the lips.

Jane suddenly remembers both of them, and bites back a knowing smile. Her husband Nicky always said she was good at seeing things that other people couldn't. These two had always been destined to be a couple. They had that look about them – even all those months ago.

Gwen is still smiling as she reaches out and puts the same box of medicine on the counter next to Arthur's.

Grinning happily, as he pulls his wallet out, he answers Jane, "No it's alright. We'll take them both, thanks".

The End

A/N: Done! Thank you folks! 'Tabeana lakua' (thank you) for your support. Yes...I've gone and left it like that. Yes, there is something in the works. Call it a Part II if you like. 'Til then, stay positive and safe. Much love, IslandGem :)