A/N: Well... this has been a loooong time coming. This is my re-write of another fic of mine 'Unexpercted Unwanted Uh oh'. It was the first multi-chapter mpreg fic I ever posted and my muse decided to abandon me long ago (and I still haven't forgiven the bitch for it). But after coming back to it and reading it, I was kinda inspired to continue, but I felt like it wasn't written in my style any more (since I started it about four or so years ago... roughly) so I decided to re-write it!

Just so you're all aware, it is an mpreg story, so turn away now if that isn't your cup of tea. There is also NO slash or m/m of any kind. Its set between 'The Eye Of The Phoenix' and 'Queen of Hearts' 3.08-3.10, so slight spoilers for those episodes throughout- just brief mentions of it really (3.08 in this chapter).

There will a little gore later on, so I may have to change the rating, but for now, it's going to be 'T' just to be on the safe side.

Anyway, hope you all enjoy!

Morgana's cloak whispered across the cobblestone steps as she made her way through the castle grounds, her thoughts set solely on reaching the Darkling Woods.

Morgause will know what needs to be done, she thought. Morgause always knows what to do.

The night was quiet and she encountered no resistance, so leaving the confines of Camelot was easy.

Morgana hadn't seen, or heard from, her magical half-sister for some time, and she was growing impatient.

I'm tired of waiting! Morgana thought frustratedly. She entered the woods and continued on toward hers and Morgause's usual meeting place. I want the throne now!

She stepped into the clearing littered with large rocks that had become so familiar over the past months and waited.

"My sister." A voice whispered suddenly from the darkness.

Morgana whirled round and saw Morgause standing by one of the larger rocks. A grin spread across her face as she ran to hug her sister. They embraced.

"How are you faring?" Morgause asked her. They broke apart.

Morgana could not hide her frustration; her face twisted into a grimace. "I'm tired of waiting," she said, mimicking her thoughts from just a few moments ago. "I have grown impatient." She looked at Morgause. "Our previous attempt at killing Arthur failed. He somehow managed to overcome the power of the Eye of the Phoenix and return, triumphant, to Camelot, the Trident of the Fisher King in tow."

Morgause placed a comforting hand on her cheek and smiled at her. "Fear not sister," she said softly. "I know our last attempt on Arthur's life ended in his favour rather than ours, but it matters not that Arthur lives, for I have found a way to eliminate him." Her eyes twinkled with malicious delight.

Morgana's face lit up as she grasped her hand. "You have a plan?" She asked excitedly.

"I have a plan," Morgause told her, a smile creeping onto her lips.

Morgana could contain her excitement. "When do we attack?"

Morgause's smile widened. "Patience, my dear sister. We attack, but we do so emotionally. You are aware of the Prince's feelings for you maidservant?"

"Of course," Morgana scoffed, a bitter expression on her face. "Anyone who spends two minutes with them knows how they feel. A blind man could see it, yet Uther is still completely oblivious!"

"What if Arthur had reason to believe that she is not the woman he thinks her to be?"

Morgana frowned. "What do you mean?"

"If something were to happen to make Arthur believe that Guinevere did not love him, his heart would be broken; his soul crushed." Morgause's voice was barely above a whisper, but was alive with a wicked mischievousness. "He would be in a vulnerable state, therefore making him an easy target to eliminate," she grinned maliciously, "leaving you free to take the throne."

Morgana mirrored Morgause's grin. "How would you do that?"

"We use magic to plant a seed in Guinevere's womb. Once Arthur realises what is happening to her, he will believe that she has given herself to another and he would be left with a broken heart. A broken hearted Prince of Camelot is a poor line of defence for a Kingdom as great as this."

"Impregnate her using magic?" Morgana was still amazed at the capabilities of magic. "How does that work?"

"The thin line between life and death is a complex one," Morgause explained. "For one life to be created, one must be taken away in order to maintain the balance."

Morgana nodded. "Like when Arthur was born."

"Exactly."

"Will Gwen die as a result?"

"It is most likely she will perish giving life to the child we will give her. Now, for this to work, I will need your help to cast the spell."

Morgana felt a little uneasy; she was nowhere near as powerful as Morgause. "What help could I possibly give you?"

"Just give me your hand. You are more powerful than you realise," she said comfortingly, sensing Morgana's self-doubt. "Your magic will aid me in casting the spell and ensure its efficiency. I will make it so she will have no recollection of what we do tonight. Are you willing to go through with this?"

"Of course!" Morgana beamed wickedly. "When do we go through with it?"

"Tonight. We strike while the iron is hot."

Morgana felt her heart flutter. Finally, she thought, the throne shall soon be mine!

"Shall we go now?"

"Lead the way my sister."

The two sisters whisked themselves toward the castle as quickly and quietly as they could. Once in the confines of the castle grounds, they stuck to the shadows, avoiding the eyes of the night watchmen. Morgana's heart was pounding so feverishly with excitement, she half expected them to hear her.

But no-one stopped them and they made their way to Morgana's chambers undetected.

"Are you sure she is still here?" Morgause asked.

Morgana nodded. "I asked her to prepare a selection of dresses for me. There's going to be a Knighting ceremony tomorrow night." She unfastened her cloak and threw it onto her bed.

Morgause nodded once in reply and stepped behind the door, concealing herself in shadow.

They did not have to wait long before Gwen came back, a basket of neatly laundered dresses in her arms.

"Here you, my Lady," she said when she entered the room, setting the basket on her bed. Gwen frowned when she saw the discarded travel cloak and the dirt on Morgana's dress. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes," Morgana said with a strained smile, "I couldn't sleep, so I went for a walk."

Gwen nodded slightly and returned her smile. "You should be careful, my Lady. At this time of night, who knows what could be out there." She turned her back to smooth out the last remaining creases in Morgana's dresses.

Morgause stepped out of the shadows and moved to the foot of the bed, holding out her hand toward Gwen. She turned to Morgana. "Take my hand on my command," she whispered. Morgana nodded. Then she started to chant.

Gwen whipped round at the sound of the strange words issuing forth from Morgause's mouth, a look of surprise and fear in her eyes. But before she could shout for help, her mind went blank and her expression glazed over. Morgause had her under her control.

Morgana had never felt such power. It seemed to flow through the room, crackling the very air around her. She felt light headed and giddy. Morgause was the very image of resplendence; her eyes were molten gold, white-blue light radiating from her fingertips.

"Now!" Morgause roared.

Morgana grabbed her sister's hand and gasped. She hadn't been prepared for an energy surge such as this. She felt as though a fire had been passed from Morgause's hand and into hers, rushing throughout her body, burning through her veins and passing straight back into her sister.

So much power! she thought weakly. I don't know how long I'll be able to hold on. But her fingers had locked, frozen in place so she would not have been able to let go if she wanted to.

Morgause was reaching the climax of her incantation and as the final words left her lips, a dazzling blue bolt of light burst from her hand. But it didn't hit Gwen.

It hit Merlin.

The young Warlock had appeared from nowhere and was now being blasted backwards into the wall. He crumpled in a heap on the floor, grunting at the impact.

Gwen, who was sprawled on the bed, leapt up and pulled Merlin to his feet. He seemed dazed and confused, but followed Gwen dutifully as she yelled and dragged him out of the room.

"No!" Morgana shouted. She made to rush out of the room, to pursue Merlin and make him pay for what he'd done- what he'd ruined!

But a strong hand on her arm stopped her. "Wait!"

"He is always getting in the way!" Morgana hissed. "He must have followed me! He must have seen me making for the woods and listened to our plan!" She was seething at the thought of Merlin tailing her and her inability to detect him.

"I know you are frustrated right now, sister, but you must be patient. Meet me in an hours' time, in the vaults of the castle. I will explain everything then." She kissed Morgana's forehead and turned and fled.

Morgana ran to the door and watched Morgause's cloak whip around the corner and out of sight. To say she was furious would have been an understatement. Her thoughts were trained on Merlin and how much she wanted to eliminate- no- destroy him. He had meddled in her affairs for far too long.

I should go and kill him myself! He has the nerve to defy me!

But as much as she wanted to watch Merlin perish, to see him suffer at her hands, Morgana knew that Morgause would not let him get away with this. Surely, surely, she will have had some sort of backup plan… just in case?

Yes… she told herself, of course… Morgause would not allow that worthless excuse for a human being survive after what he's done tonight?

She sighed, closed the doors to her chambers and slumped onto her bed.

The next hour would be unbearable, but if it meant getting rid of Merlin once and for all, Morgana would've gladly waited an age.

A/N: Again, anyone who has alerted my previous fic and has been waiting for it to be finished, I apologise. I've only just managed to get myself motivated to write it. Plus, I hope you'll agree that this version makes more sense and reads better too :)