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
"Don't worry about the safety on your family." Nimueh announced as they entered an abandoned looking building, the beautiful woman only then puling the hoodie from her face. "We have had agents stations outside of your home, your sister and her girlfriend's home/work, your parents home, and of course, outside of Mister Pendragon's workplace and your daughters' school. You are all being protected, but we as an organization, believe that one cannot be truly safe unless you actually know you're in danger." They walked through the door, and suddenly the ground began to move...the floor of the room sliding down into the building like some sort of elevator.
"I don't understand anything." Merlin frowned, holding onto his supplies tightly. "Why are we being 'protected'? Who is this man who is interested in Mordred? And what does Arthur's family have to do with anything?"
"Oh, it has everything to do with the Pendragon family." Nimueh announced with a shake of her head as the floor came to a stop, to show a large, underground facility, filled with busy, working people. "Come with me. Let Lydia take your things---thank you Lydia." She looped her arm through Merlin's now free one. "We know you're magical, Merlin, so I don't have to go into how our kind have had to keep our powers hidden because of normal people and teh persecutions our kind have had to face."
Merlin nodded, remembering the Burning Times and such.
"Well, there are some families whose magic is purest, whose magical lineage can be traced to medieval times." Nimueh announced. "You, Mister Emrys, and Miss La Fey, each belong to one of the Five Purest families. Arthur Pendragon belongs to two of the remaining three."
Merlin stopped walking, eyes widening. "That can't be! Arthur didn't know about magic before Mordred started to manifest!"
"You're right, he didn't know." Nimueh agreed. "But it doesn't mean that it isn't true. The Emrys, Le Fey, Pendragon, Tintagel and Sigan are the Five Pure Bloodlines, the most powerful ones, which is why he had his eye on Mordred. Not only did Mordred have Tinatgel and Pendragon blood in him, but through his mother he also had the blood of Le Fey. He has the strongest, purest blood ever recorded in the history of our kind, and that alone places him as a very important person in our futures. His allegiance, gained in youth, could mean the outcome of our kind and those of humans."
"Wow." Merlin whispered, unable to believe that Mordred, his Mordred, was going to be such a key player in the future. He'd sensed the growing power in the boy, had known that it was incredibly strong, but he just hadn't seen the big picture.
"And now that he realizes that the house of Emrys is not only not dead, but has heirs, heirs with the blood of Le Fey running through their veins..." Nimueh sighed. "Merlin, you were a baby when this happened, and till this day we still don't understand how you survived, but your whole family was massacred. The Emrys bloodline has always been the strongest bloodline magically speaking, the Alpha, the Prominent, the Wisest, they have always been the Advisors, and we've suffered through their loss. Sigan's men are threatening to overthrow us, and we feel its time to not only bring in the New Blood, but to fight Cornelius Sigan, to make a stand, and defeat him once and for all."
"New Blood?" Merlin frowned.
"Yes." A regal, authoritative voice announced. "The next generation."
Merlin and Nimueh turned towards the voice, seeing a tall, grey-haired yet handsome man standing tall, arms clasped behind his back.
"So this is the Patriarch of the Emrys House, whom my grandson has spoken so highly off." The man announced, giving Merlin a once over, before clearing his throat. "Let me introduce myself. I am Uther Pendragon."
Merlin was glad that Lydia had taken his stuff because he probably would have dropped them by now. "Merlin Emrys."
They shook hands.
"Good. You have a strong handshake, it speaks well about the character of a man." Uther announced in approval, letting go of Merlin's hand before motioning to the man standing a little behind him. "I was told you met Sir Du Lac."
"Officer Du Lac?" Merlin's eyes widened as he recognized the policeman from the day of Mordred's would-be-kidnapping. "You work here?"
"It's more of a calling than a work." Lancelot Du Lac smiled at him, shaking his hand. "My family has been what one might call Knights of this order, despite the fact that we in our selves don't have any magic or anything." His smile was very handsome. "I've been assigned to your case now that Sigan has made advances on you as well, and I'm sure that we will get along fine, Mr. Emrys."
"My case?" Merlin frowned, looking from Nimueh to Uther. "What case?"
"Think of Lancelot as a live-in bodyguard." Uther ordered. "Sigan is on the move, and not only is the safety of my son and grandson important, but that of Miss Le Fey and your children as well. Miss Le Fey and her partner already have a Knight assigned to them, and has moved in next door to keep an eye on them, and others in their jobs as well. They are safe. But the Houses of Emrys and Pendragon will be the ones Sigan will go after strongest, especially since we have always been the stronger Houses, and an alliance between them would only mean his defeat."
"I'm not sure...I understand. Defeat?" Merlin frowned. "I don't fight anymore. I don't even use magic. I have two daughters. I'm not going to get mixed up in the middle of this---this Magic War."
"Just the fact that you were born, Emrys, meant you were a part of it, and the most vital part of it." Uther glared at him as if telling him to shape up already. "You then mixed with Le Fey blood, your daughters are already strong in their powers, especially young Freya. If we have noticed this, so will Sigan. You're a part of this work whether you like it or not."
Merlin bit on his lip to keep from answering that with a snap. He took in a deep breath and then asked the question that was really bothering him. "If Arthur is the descendant or two Pure Bloodlines mixing, and you're a part of this--whatever this is---how is it that he doesn't have magic? That he didn't even know that it existed until Mordred's cursing?"
Nimueh and Uther shared a look.
Lancelot looked uncomfortable.
Merlin narrowed his eyes. "What?"
"There was...is...a prophecy, concerning my son." Uther finally announced. "Upon his birth, Morgana and Morgause Le Fey's mother predicted that Sigan and he would battle, and Sigan would kill him and take his powers, becoming unstoppable. To avoid this your father, Balinor, did Igraine and I a favor. He was the only one knowledgeable or powerful enough to do the spell."
"He took Arthur's magic from him, nearly killing the baby in the process but Arthur survived because Balinor injected him with some of his lifeforce." Nimueh answered. "Without any magic in Arthur, the prophecy was changed."
Somehow, somehow Merlin knew that this wasn't over. "What else?"
Uther stayed silent.
Nimueh sighed. "Merlin, Balinor took Arthur's power into him, so that one of his descendants would be the ones destined to fight Cornelius Sigan instead."
"That was why your whole family was massacred, destroyed." Lancelot spoke up with sympathy. "Merlin, you have Pendragon in you as well. You have Arthur's power in you, you have Arthur's blood in you, you're practically a apart of him."
"Which makes your children, quite definitely, whole siblings, as you and Arthur have a piece of each other inside of you." Uther declared in a deadpanned way. "You could be considered two halves of the same soul, if one were poetic like that."
"Or like two sides of the same coin." Merlin whispered, remembering John's words.
"Exactly." Nimueh nodded. "Very well put."
"Oh gods." Merlin whispered, bringing a hand to his head, before looking up at Uther and glaring. "How could you keep something like this a secret from Arthur? Especially when you realized that he was going to marry Morgause?!?"
"Arthur and I...have a strained...relationship." Uther obviously wasn't used to being question, and with such a glare. "Ever since Igraine died when he was a teenager he and I have been unable to see eye to eye, and he went away to school and---and Arthur had a normal life. I---it was something overlooked that shouldn't have. He's been drawn into this battle despite how hard I've been trying to keep him out."
Merlin frowned. "You need to tell him, Uther. You need to tell him now
Uther nodded. "I know."
Nimueh and Lancelot looked surprised as they looked between Uther and Merlin.
"What else do I need to know?" Merlin asked, eyes narrowed.
It was to be expected that Morgana exploded when she was told.
She'd made the mighty Uther Pendragon take a step back. And he'd looked relieved when she'd gone to call her parents to scream at them
due to the fact that they were a part of this Organization and hadn't told her or Morgause a thing.
his granddaughters." Merlin complained to Lancelot as he watched Uther, apparently transformed, smiling down at the twins, who listened to him in fascination. "I don't care if Arthur and I share this odd thing, life force, soul, I don't know. Those girls are mine
, not Arthur's
Lancelot would be staying in the room Merlin had magicked into the house for him (a little disconcerted at the looks of surprise everyone but Morgana, Gwen, his girls and Mordred gave him at that act of magic) and if it wasn't for the fact that Merlin was worried about his girls and Mordred, the young warlock would have put up more of a fight about having a stranger in his house. Then again, he liked Lancelot off the bat, and if Lancelot could help keep the children safe, Merlin wasn't about to complain about that.
"In magical circles...thats more sacred then a marriage...and marriage is sacred
." Lancelot admitted. "In magical circles, you two aren't seen as two different people sharing something like a soul, its more like one being split in two, the Ying to the Yang, one completing the other. Why do you think you two are so drawn to each other? That you get on so smashingly?"
Merlin opened his mouth, and then closed it. "So...its because of this thing inside of us?"
For some reason, that depressed Merlin.
Merlin had had to keep adding more rooms to his home, since Uther had invited himself to spend the night because he hadn't been able to see his grandson for a while, and because he wanted to get to know his granddaughters as well. The young warlock would have snapped that Uther was not the grandfather if it wasn't for the fact that the girls had taken to Grampy Uther like fish to water, and Sophia especially seemed fascinated with him, talking battle strategies and such. Morgana and Gwen had stayed over as well, staying in their room, and of course Lancelot would be moving in until...until....
They'd never told him under what circumstances it would be safe for Lancelot to move out.
"Unable to sleep?" A voice asked in the dark of the living room.
Merlin jerked slightly, turning towards the voice.
Everyone else had gone to bed and he'd tried sleeping, but the day's events had kept him awake.
They'd been trying to get into contact with Arthur, but his phone had been off, and that worried him. It obviously worried Uther as well, since the man he had trailing Arthur in Japan had reported to having lost him some time earlier.
"Yeah." Merlin nodded. "I was trying Arthur's number again, and its still turned off."
"I'm sure he's fine." Lancelot reassured him, going to stand by the window next to him. "I was sent to the same high school as him to keep an eye on him, and I know that even without magic he's able to take care of himself, so don't worry."
"You've been doing this since you were a teenager?" Merlin asked, surprised.
"We're groomed for this from the time we're children." Lancelot nodded, smiling. "I always knew that this would be my calling, and I was always happy with it. It gave me a purpose in life. Kept me on the straight and narrow."
Merlin smiled, before a stray thought made him blink. "You've known Arthur from the sidelines for a while, right?" Lancelot nodded. "So what is it that he does for his profession? Even Nimueh and Uther wouldn't tell me when I asked."
Lancelot grinned brightly. "I can understand why they wouldn't."
Merlin frowned, confused. "What do you mean?"
Lancelot just chuckled. "How about I start teaching you how to fight without magic? Nimueh said that the minions sent for you today were cursed so that if you used magic it'd be drained temporarily. In situations like that you need to know how to defend yourself physically."
Merlin grinned, raising an eyebrow. "Have you seen
Lancelot chuckled. "What about it?"
"I'm skinny." Merlin replied slowly, as if to a child. "No way I could hurt a fly."
"When I'm done with you, you will be able to." Lancelot told him, face serious. "Your life might depend on it."
Merlin's smile dropped.
Lancelot sighed and placed a comforting hand on the much thinner man's shoulder. "Don't worry, you're not alone in this fight. I will protect you and your family with my life if I have to."
"I don't really want anyone
to have to." Merlin sighed. "Everything's getting so complicated---just when I thought things were getting...comfortable."
The sound of keys in the door was the only warning they had before suddenly the door opened and the light was turned on...and Arthur paused in the doorway, suitcase in hand.
"Arthur?" Merlin asked in surprised. "What are you doing
here? You're supposed to be gone for at least another week!"
The surprise and confusion darkened into something else in Arthur's eyes as they narrowed, and a muscle jumped in his cheek. "Things went uncommonly well and I was able to fly out soon after texting you. I took the first fight out." His lips hardened into a grim line. "Didn't realize you'd have company
Merlin frowned, not exactly sure what was wrong with the prat. "You know Lancelot, don't you? He tells me you two went to high school together."
"Yes. Du Lac.
" Arthur sneered, slamming the door shut behind him. "What are you doing here at this time of the night? It's indecent. I think it's time you get the hell out of here."
"Arthur!" Merlin snapped, more and more confused. "Stop it!"
"Yes, Arthur, stop it." Uther's voice announced, causing everyone to look at him. "Before you embarrass yourself."
"Father?" Arthur gasped in shock. "What the bloody hell are you
This was going to be a long