You Are Not Alone

"Merlin?" Gwen called to her friend.

"Gwen, what's wrong?" Merlin turned around. Relief flooded Gwen's troubled expression.

"I've got something I need to talk to you about," Gwen told him, "About my father." She grabbed Merlin's wrist and dragged him through the streets in the direction of her house.

"What's happened?"

"That potion that Arthur found under his pillow," Gwen began. "I didn't put it there. Did you?"

"No – I – what makes you think that?" He asked her.

"You knew he was well – you said you were psychic, but anyone could have faked that. Tell me honestly, Merlin, are you a sorcerer?" Their eyes met, and for a moment Merlin wondered if she knew the truth and was just trying to get him to admit it.

"I-" Merlin glanced to the floor before moving his eyes back to her. "Yes. Yes, Gwen, I'm a sorcerer." He looked away. "And before you ask," He added, "I did put the potion under your father's pillow. I didn't think of the consequences, I thought only of you and your father. I nearly had you killed, Gwen, and you don't hate me. Why?" Gwen didn't know what to say. Merlin had no clue of her feelings for him, and she felt she needed to tell him. But not through words.

Merlin could never have predicted Gwen's next move. Hesitating for a brief moment, she stretched up and pressed her lips to his. His eyes widened briefly before he realised what was happening and fell into the kiss. By that time Gwen had realised what she was doing and pulled away in embarrassment.

"Hub-a-wha?" Merlin murmured, dazed. Then he saw that Gwen's eyes were glowing. He felt her soul resonate in every inch of her body.

"You're not alone." She seemed to be saying. He stared into her eyes, amazed. Then he kissed her again.