AN:Well, this is the final part of this small story. I really do hope you enjoyed it, those who read that is. I wanted it wrapped with small tidbits from the past that connected to their future. Anyways hope you enjoy it, it was a nice venture. Thanks for reading and reviewing. All the best.

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Two years later…

Stumping her foot for once more missing her bus, she resigned herself to a bench in a small park that overlooked the lake. Things have been crazy as of late, with her getting her memories from her obvious life, and then meeting a person who belonged in it. Somehow when she met him, he remained as untouched by time as he was during the golden age of Albion.

It was ridiculous that he got to be bestowed with immortality. Wasn't it her dream from back in the day to have that kind of power at her fingertips and rule into the new age? But no, he had to be the one that destiny saw fit to carry the torch so to speak.

Morgana hadn't seen or spoken to him since that night at the library and she was glad for it. She needed to gather herself and find out what made her tick. And if she tried to see if she had the same magic she was bestowed with before, nobody would hold it against her. Everyone needed a little magic in their lives.

Sadly, she wasn't successful. As much as she hoped that it would be like riding a bike, it ended up in an utter failure. To distract herself from it all, she decided to gather information. Concrete evidence about her time that would help further in her decision. To see how things turned out and what her struggle actually brought in the grand scheme.

It showed the dark times of magic, its complete disappearance. Which was a complete hoax, because that stalker still had it and as much as she wanted to hate him for it, it actually made her feel sad that he was the one who had spent centuries with that burden alone, as she knew how that felt. No person deserved that, not even him.

But it was no time to dwell on the past or the boy she would probably never see again.

Instead she decided to take a moment and simply enjoy her surroundings, as she had spent her last two years running around, traveling the world. She has made the decision to go look for answers about her past (and the present) that night at the library, concluding that things needed to be seen and experienced for her to make an informed decision. So, maybe she indulged herself a bit, okay. It was a crisis damn it and she wanted to make the best of it. She really needed that push or she would've been stuck in that miserable existence her entire life.

So, here she was in a nameless place, just wandering and enjoying what world had to offer, for as far as she could remember, she had never done it before. She wanted to enjoy the world as it presented itself before her and just be a bystander for a moment and take it all in.

Things had started to unravel themselves, as she heard about interesting developments. News of a man in an armor and a sword in the streets of London spurred her to go back home, but she wanted to take a moment before reality would set in.

With a final breath and a clear goal ahead of her she decided it was time to head back home.

The trip took long, left her excited at the prospect of something new and unknown. London greeted her, with a cloudy skies and a rainy pavement. Hello old friend. Placing her backpack on the side, she waited for the cab - it will be here in a few minutes. Sometimes, no matter how hard you tried to escape there was something about a familiar place that just held you and refused to let go.

"Do you need help with the bags, madam?"

The voice brought her out of her musings. Looking towards the source, she recognized Merlin standing there, with a smile on his face and a closed umbrella in his hand.

"Back to your old job I see. Being a servant probably fits you best, Merlin." she joked.

Only a smile stretched on his face and he looked bashfully to the ground. She couldn't help it if she found it adorable. He was probably using some kind of a trick on her. She didn't even feel the old, familiar hostility towards him.

"Old habits die hard I'm afraid, my lady."

He chuckled as he leaned on the wall next to her and just observed the traffic on the road. Taking a moment to really look at him, she saw how unchanged he still was. To the normal person, he looked just like everyone, nothing stood out. If you take away that perfectly shaped face and piercing eyes that is. What was wrong with her?

Think about years of hate, hostility and never ending glares. Shaking her head, she tried to clear away those thoughts.

Still, she couldn't help it. She found him fascinating then and it was the same now. Despite all the things that happened between them, it was always there - the bond between two lost souls. Realizing that she stared for way too long she quickly averted her eyes and focused on their banter instead.

"Yeah well, I did try, but you kept coming back. How I didn't realize you had magic is beyond me. That you kept it so long from others is commendable, I must admit. You fooled us all."

He only glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, she noticed. Probably to see if she was kidding or not. Right now, she didn't even know.

Letting out an annoyed sound he said, "Ah well, yes I did it would seem. Talking about it won't make it different. It happened, so what more is there to say? I hid, lied and plotted and you all believed whatever story I span for you."

He moved away from the wall and went towards the edge of the sidewalk, abandoning the safety of a roof over one's head and standing in the rain. That hit pretty hard it would seem. That she could see even as he tried to act indifferent about it.

It almost made her say sorry, but then again it was the truth. Even if it was stated a bit harshly. Just as it was a fact that in the end she lost sight of what was right and became a hate filled person that wanted to exact revenge on those that hurt her. Maybe not even that, because nobody was safe from her wrath.

So, maybe it was time to focus on here and now. Leave the past and its mistakes to dwell for some other time, their time wasn't in the old anymore. They weren't the same people that fought those wars and laws. She decidedly changed the subject.

"I hear Arthur made his grand entrance."

A laugh followed and he turned to look at her. Drenched by the pouring rain he looked as happy as person can be. How can one switch character so fast was beyond her.

"Yes, made a proper fool out of himself. The clot pole."

She could hear it in his voice, that he was glad to finally have his friend back. If she knew Arthur, he was probably stomping around like a mad man asking people if they've seen Merlin so he could explain where his royal ropes and castle were. She really did miss that idiot.

A simple thing, like seeing how Arthur's return brought back some life into Merlin made her see that it was time to move on. This age doesn't have the place for more darkness, other entities are now in charge of it. She can just live and rediscover her old friends. Enjoy finally connecting to her life and not just watch it pass by.

Rediscover their bonds and magic. See how it is when magic is really used for good. To have someone look over your shoulder and help you learn. This time she had that, if she wanted to. The bottom line is she did. With all the crazy that came with her, they are probably the only ones who can understand it.

So she would make that first step and finally let go.

"You know, I could use some help with my bags. Also, if you wouldn't mind my magic seems to be rusty these days, like nonexistent rusty."

He looked baffled, lost and bewildered at the same time, hope shone in his eyes like he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. She understood that the time had made him serve his sentence and he also deserved a break and a fresh start.

He rushed towards her backpack, words muttered one over the other in a rush.

"Ah yes, sure. Bags, be happy to help you with magic. I mean Morgana I'd be happy to help you, the bags… eh …"

Morgana couldn't help but find it endearing how he rambled in his disbelief. She really did feel like exploring where everything with Merlin will lead is the best decision she has ever made. Because at the heart of it, she knew he always wanted to help her in some way. She finally moved from her spot by the wall and stood before him.

"Merlin."

He snapped his head from where he was obviously tying to grasp how to get all of it in one go that it made her internally smile. He really was a goof. She remembered him to be, before all the bad things. When she thought that they could be something more. Maybe now was the time to test the strength of that bond. He looked at her, still lost over the entire ordeal.

"Hm."

Making sure she had his full attention she said, "Forget the bags."

Seeing the intensity reflecting in her, he clumsily jumped from them like they were on fire and as he stood in the rain, drenched and at the loss of control, he slowly asked, "You really wouldn't mind. Letting me back in your life, Morgana?"

The hurt he caused her had passed, time had done its share. Now, it was just pictures from a really old movie, the hurt had somehow subsided and she could see how much he wanted to be back on good terms, that small glimmer of hope shinning in his blue eyes.

"No, Merlin. I wouldn't mind. Time for us to do it right this time."

He seemed to finally understand the message beneath it all and he stood at his full height looking at her with all the gratitude in the world. He finally let his confidence shine through and she could see him for the powerful sorcerer that he had become. The great man that he is.

"So ready for us to go get Arthur and find us a home? A place where we can see what fate has in store for us. Are you ready to be taught magic by the greatest magician to ever walk this earth?"

"Hell yes."

With that she pulled him by surprise and kissed him with a lifetime worth of passion. This was what she wanted to do from the start.

She didn't even mind the rain.