Title: Ties That Bind
Fandom: Merlin (bbc)
Disclaimer: I do not own
Summary: When Merlin saves a young boy from would-be-kidnappers, he unknowingly starts the course of events that lead him to meet the boy's father, Arthur, who has played a painful part in changing Merlin's familiy's life in the past.
As the last word was chanted, the power between the two bodies fused, Sigan's conscious forcing itself into Merlin's body. The sorcerer who'd performed the spell collapsed dead, and Morgause walked over him, smirking. This was killing two birds with one stone...this sorcerer was going to be disposed of anyway. The blonde made her way to where Merlin's body was retrained on the sacrificial slab, undoing his bindings, smiling when his eyes flew open.
"My Lord." She gave a little bow.
Sigan, in Merlin's body, gazed down at his hands and body before slipping off of the slab and onto his feet, cracking his neck. "What happened?"
Morgause motioned towards where his old body was, the head bashed in.
Merlin's eyes widened. "He did that to me?"
"Without magic?" Sigan's slight accent was odd in Merlin's voice.
The blonde nodded once more.
Those blue eyes shifted towards her. "How disconcerting."
Morgause didn't look quite sympathetic, a small smirk tilting her lips. "I did tell you not to underestimate Merlin just because his magic was in check."
"That you did." Sigan, in Merlin's body, made a face, looking himself over once more. "This Vessel is...uncomfortable."
"How so?" Morgause frowned, confused.
"I'm not sure." Merlin's head tilted. "I have this abominable cramp in the base of my stomach."
"It's probably Merlin's nerves from when he was still in charge of his body." Morgause rationalized.
"Perhaps..." Merlin's eyes narrowed.
But if it was so...why did he feel so wary?
Arthur groaned as he held his stomach and crouched over. The magic inside of his was churning wildly, as if frantic and working desperately, which worried him through the pain. He felt sick, nearly nauseous and yet not, a cramp eating at the base of his stomach. It took him a couple of minutes for the young man to realize it, but this pain was familiar. The last time he'd felt something remotely similar had been when the kids had placed that lust spell on him and Merlin...and Merlin had said that this sense of unease was the magic filtering out the spell of someone weaker than him.
Arthur's eyes widened.
"Are you alright?" Lancelot placed a hand on his shoulder. "We're almost there."
Arthur looked up at him. "They've done something to Merlin, something magical."
"How do you know this?" Nimueh asked, turning in the back of the front seat, eyes narrowed.
"Our magic is trying to filter it out, I'm feeling it. It happened once before when the kids tried to put a spell on us...I know the feeling." Arthur winced as the cramp worsened. "Whatever they've done to Merlin, it's bad. The magic is going insane trying to filter out the spell."
"At least this means that whoever cast the spell was weaker than Merlin." Lancelot announced. "If this is so, Merlin's magic will be able to filter out whatever was done from his system, especially thanks to the bond between you two being open. It might take a while, but he can."
Arthur was still worried as he clutched his stomach.
What exactly had they done to his wizard?
"This isn't good." Morgana paced the room she, her girlfriend, and nieces and nephew were being held in. "If they've transferred Sigan's consciousness into Merlin's body, then he would have taken over Merlin's magic as well. Not only is he holding Mer hostage, but he's got both their powers and that makes him almost as powerful as a god!"
Gwen gasped, bringing a hand to her mouth.
"He doesn't have papa's powers." Freya whispered, looking around her before scooting closer. "When papa lost control of his magic, it went through their connection to daddy. Daddy's using it to come find us, the others are on their way, but he's not going to fight papa and Sigan knows this. At least, that's what I've Seen."
"Are you saying Arthur's not dead?" Gwen whispered, eyes wide in hope.
Mordred took in a deep, relieved breath.
Sophia smiled brightly.
Morgana's eyes widened."It makes sense! Merlin and Arthur are one being and if Merlin's still alive Arthur has to be as well!"
Mordred didn't seem to be paying attention to them anymore, hands on his Rada'Han. "We need to buy dad time...and to do that we need to get these things off."
"It's impossible." Morgana grumbled, sitting down. "I've tried everything I can think of and I can't use my magic at all. There's no way we're going to get them off."
"That's not exactly true." Sophia finally spoke, tapping her lip with a finger. "I've been studying the one Mordred's been wearing, and I'll let you know, for the badassery of the equipment, there are flaws in the design."
"Language, Soph." Gwen sighed.
"Sorry Auntie Gwen." The redhead sent the pretty dark skinned woman a sheepish smile before going serious once more. "Also, the assumption that we can't use magic is erroneous. We can use magic to some degree, but it hurts us so much to do it that we don't. And we can't do magic to others but who says that we can't do magic to ourselves or something?" Sophia grabbed Mordred's Rada'Han and gave it a sharp jerk.
"Hey!" He yelled, annoyed.
His Rada'Han vibrated.
"My point exactly." Sophia flicked the metal. "Mordred's collar has been vibrating nearly constantly since he woke up. Especially whenever he's feeling something intense, like annoyance right now." She turned to Mordred. "It'll hurt, but if you could concentrate enough and send a volt of your power right here, you should cause it to overload and spring open." She poked the exact place she was referring to. "Once you do that, then you can use your magic freely and free aunt Morgana, and you all can free the rest of us."
Morgana was looking at her in shock.
Gwen blinked. "But once you're free we're still stuck in this room."
"I can sense weakness." Sophia felt the need to remind her aunt. "I know how to open this door." She folded her arms over her chest. "What I don't know is how we're going to buy time for the others to arrive, and for papa to filter out that Sigan guy from his system."
Freya smiled. "Leave that to me."
Morgana turned to her niece. "What do you know that you're not telling us, Princess?"
The dark haired child looked up at her aunt. "I have a plan that just might buy everyone some time and help the others be able to break in."
"Well then," Gwen leaned forwards. "Share with the rest of the class."
Freya did just that.
When the alarms went off, Morgause froze where she was in the throne room with Sigan. She looked up at the flashing lights, the siren loud and annoying, proclaiming that somehow the prisoners had managed to escape their cell. It was unbelievable and for a moment she wondered if something else might have tripped the magical alarm system set around the holding room. The people inside were wearing Rada'Hans, they shouldn't be able to use their magic, and only with magic could they leave that room.
And yet Morgause knew deep inside that they'd managed to somehow get around that.
She turned to Sigan. "I will check it personally, My Lord."
He nodded, waving her away.
Turning, taking in a deep breath, Morgause stalked towards the direction of the holding cell, and stopped when she finally came upon the scene at hand.
Not only were they all free from their Rada'Hans, but Mordred was at the forefront, hands tense at his sides, palms out, energy and magic visibly growing in said palms.
They were surrounded by guards and sorcerers.
Freya's eyes were clouded over with the Sight, yelling quickly to Mordred, telling him who was going to attack and with what before they did.
Sophia then would yell a weak point to Mordred.
And Mordred, with a scream, sent magic attacks that would not only send the group around them back a couple of paces, but would effectively down and disarm the ones Freya had signaled out.
Resentment filled Morgause.
How was it fair that she herself had been denied powers and yet her brats had such awe-inspiring ones?
And were so strong?
Those three worked rapidly and in sync, the group around them failing terribly.
This was enough.
Morgause narrowed her eyes. "Play time's over kids."
The children exchanged looks and then Mordred screamed louder, sending everyone, even Morgause, flying against the closest walls. And then, while everyone was disoriented by the blow, the children and Morgana's girlfriend raced away in the opposite direction.
"After them!" Morgause yelled, stumbling to her feet.
The group stumbled after them, the brats and woman having turned the corner and disappeared from sight.
In the hallway, only Morgana and Mogause stood, facing each other, eyes narrowed.
"So this is the big plan? Have us face off?" Morgause sneered. "Night and day? Good and evil? Are we following some storybook story line?"
Morgana shook her head. "No. This is just me showing you that I'm better than you. Even without using my magic."
Morgause flinched at that barb. "Without your magic you're nothing. I'll crush you under the sole of my boots!"
"Blah. Blah. Blah." Morgana taunted.
Knowing that she was being goaded, Morgause couldn't control herself.
All the anger and frustration and resentment she'd harbored all her life surfaced, and with a yell she charged.
Racing, trying to get as much space between them and those chasing them, the small group ran behind Freya. She'd Seen this, knew where they were going, and she could only hope that they could make it in time.
"Someone's going to come out of that door!" Freya pointed.
Mordred turned and as soon as the door opened he yelled, his magic throwing the person back into the room, and since the person had still been holding onto the doorknob, the door slammed shut as well.
"Hole in one!" Sophia crowed.
"In here!" Freya pushed open and door and waited until everyone had entered before slamming it shut. "Soph..."
The girl nodded, raising her hands up as she whispered words in old Gaelic, light shooting out of her hands and engulfing the door with red light. "One of the only spells I can actually do on my own." Sweat was already beginning to form at her brow though, as she kept her hands on the door. "Hurry up. I won't be able to keep this for much longer."
Mordred went to stand by her side, placing his hands against the door and adding his own energy and magic to the spell, going pale as the spell visibly drained him like his sister.
Gwen looked at them in worry.
"Come on." Freya grabbed her hand. "We have to go now or we'll get there too late!"
Sending Sophia and Mordred another look, Gwen reluctantly turned and ran with Freya up the winding stairway in the corner of the room.
Beneath them they could hear the door beginning to break, as the children's magic weakened.
Gwen almost stopped and hurried back down.
"Come on!" Freya urged her own. "Sigan wants them. They're not going to be hurt!"
The dark skinned beauty, encouraged by this, still sent a sad look down before hurrying up the steps until they entered a tower, Freya lowering the hatch after them, locking it.
Freya looked around her and gulped.
Gwen gasped, in awe at the view the plate glass walls provided.
"There, that's it." Freya pointed to china vase suspended high in the air by magic.
Gwen rushed towards the vase and reached up on her tiptoes, fingers finally curling around the base and yanking it out of the stream of magic. "What goes around comes around." And with that, she smashed the vase down on the ground, destroying it.
Suddenly the lights went out, replaced by emergency red lights, blinking furiously, a mechanical voice announcing that the compound's security had been compromised.
Suddenly the hatch Freya had closed began to be banged violently from the underside.
The girl gulped. "They're going to be pissed."
Gwen drew the child to her. "It's their fault they anchored their protective magic for the base in a flimsy vase. And left it so unguarded."
"Pride." Freya whispered, clinging to her aunt. "They knew that no one could enter the compound without their permission, and those in here who weren't on their side are in Rada'Hans, prisoners. They never thought someone might be able to overcome the Rada'Han and make it this far."
Suddenly the hatch was blown away, pieces of wood flying everywhere.
The females screamed, and Gwen turned, shielding Freya's body with her own.
The last thing they heard, before they were surrounded and captured, was another alarm filling the night.
The compound had just been breeched.
The calvary had finally arrived.