Hmm… I was watching the third episode of Merlin and very near the end just before when Gaius comes into Uther's chambers with that bit of egg thing something very strange is going on between Uther and a few councillors.

And, well, lack of sleep and an over active imagination lead to this…

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. Damn.

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"My Lord!"

Uther turned. Regulas, the council chancellor, hurried towards him, a scroll clutched in his hand.

"I have it! Yergna gave it to me," Regulas' moustache quivered in delight. "You must read it my Lord. Every council member has. We were wondering if it could become a regular at the meetings?"

Uther's eyes sparkled. "Excellent. This is the fifth chapter, is it not?"

"Yes my Lord." Regulas passed the scroll, to Uther's eagerly waiting hand.

'It would not do. Merlin's face was just inches from his, every shadow a dark space to explore, every soft plane of his face a barren land to give life to. Arthur felt overwhelming desire surge in his veins, blood boil in his lips.
'Merlin," in an instant his hands were in the raven hair, his mouth in the hollow of the cheek-'

Uther chuckled. "This is very good-"

"Sire!" The doors to the room were thrown open.

"Gaius."

"The water is clean, and those who are sick are recovering."

"Excellent. Strange, I've never heard of an Avanc before."

"It is a creature summoned from clay by powerful magic. The kind that can only be evoked by an ancient sorcerer," Gaius held something out to the King. Almost half a broken egg six inches across, it was marked with odd runic symbols. "I found this at the water supply. It bears the mark of Nimuwauh."

Pupils dilating, Uther swallowed hard. "Will I never be rid of her?" His voice was barely a whisper. His eyes slid back to the parchment in his hand. "Leave me!"

Immediately the Gaius and the nobles left the room. Uther sighed. These council writing sessions were getting ridiculous. He should stop them. There were so many other things to consider: Nimuwauh, the return of magic to Camelot… and after all, the relationship between his son and the manservant was strictly a working one.

Pushing these thoughts to the back of his mind, Uther settled down to read the rest.

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Yes, a council writing group... you know it's true. This is my first ever fic, so be nice :) Cookies to my first ever reviewer!