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.
When the magical barriers protecting the house went down, Merlin felt it.
His eyes opened and he shot up in bed.
And yet he didn't have time to even say a word before a shadow sprung towards him from the darkness and something cold and metallic snapped shut around his neck. Immediately the magic within the metal attached itself to him, infiltrating his body through his pores, and attacked his magic, neutralizing it. Immense pain exploded inside him as his magic tried to fight back in vain.
Merlin howled in pain as he doubled over, clawing at his collar, and yet unable to pry it from his neck.
"Merlin?" Arthur sat up, groggy.
Something swung in the darkness and connected hard with Arthur's face, knocking him out cold.
Merlin wanted to roar in anger, but he was only able to whimper in agony as his magic continued to rage inside of him, trapped within his body.
"Shhhh." Morgause appeared from the shadows as the sounds of doors and windows breaking, and the sounds of screaming and thudding boots echoing throughout the halls.
Merlin snarled, trying to launch himself at her, but he ended up falling out of bed in agony, curling on the ground.
"Don't fight it Merlin." She kneeled over him, reaching out and softly pulling some of his hair out of his face and behind his ear. "With the Rada'Han your power is useless, and trying to summon it is only going to hurt you more."
The girls screamed.
Merlin fought harder, the pain so bad he was seeing explosions of light behind his eyes.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Standing, Morgause went to where Arthur was knocked out cold, sneering down at him. "I bet she didn't See this." And with that she pulled out a knife from the folds of her skirt and plunged it down into his heart.
Merlin screamed, his magic going wild.
And that was when everything went black.
Nimueh had always wondered what it would take to make that asshole Uther breakdown, but she'd never wanted this.
From what they could tell, someone had destroyed the object the protection spell had been anchored in, thus bringing down the magical walls and allowed the (already waiting) minions of Sigan to siege the house and the sleeping people within. The place had been ransacked, destroyed, and everyone had been taken.
She was wrong.
Nimueh's gaze rested on Arthur's dead body on the bed, a dagger buried to the hilt in his heart.
Uther had rushed out after stumbling onto the scene, and Nimueh was reluctant to admit that she was worried about him.
No matter how hard-ass and bastardy her boss was, he loved his son dearly.
She was worried how he was going to channel his energy now.
Especially since his grandchildren were still missing.
The witch went to Arthur's side and looked down onto his lifeless face.
She then closed her eyes and looked away, hugging herself as their coroner arrived to take the body to the lab in their base.
"When Uther is finished with her, Morgause is going to wish she was dead."
Cornelius Sigan watched the faces of his prisoners, all who wore Rada'Hans and all looked like they wanted to kill him. The only one of the group who didn't have a Rada'Han was the pretty dark girl, and that was only because she didn't have a speck of magic in her. But she had her uses, such as being a bargaining tool to make Merlin and the Le Fey chit behave, which was why she was still alive.
Morgause joined him by his side, clasping her hands behind her back. "I told you I could do it."
"Yes." He agreed. "Where magic couldn't, a pitiful story worked charms."
"Merlin has a good heart." Morgause nodded, standing with her feet slightly apart. "It's always been one of his greatest weaknesses."
"I'm going to kill you both slowly." Merlin promised darkly despite being chained and unable to use his magic.
The dark hair girl was being held by her lover, the sister of Morgause, who looked like she didn't know who out Morgause and Sigan she wanted to tear apart first.
But it wasn't them that made him wary.
It was the children.
They should be crying, terrified, clinging to the adults seeking for protection.
And yet while they were crying, there wasn't a hint of fear in those children's eyes.
Mordred, most possibly one the strongest and powerful sorcerers in the making, was completely silent, his lips pulled back in a frightening snarl, and his fists were closed tightly.
His Rada'Han also seemed to vibrate a little...which was a first.
Sophia, the redheaded twin, was eyeing Sigan intently. Her eyes were sharp and intelligent and fierce as she seized him up, almost as if reading into his soul.
It made him feel naked.
He didn't like it.
But, to be truthful, it was Freya, the dark haired twin, who made him most uncomfortable.
The child stood between her twin and little brother, eyeing Sigan, a small smirk tilting her lips.
It was as if she knew something he didn't and gloried in it.
And, considering that Morgause had informed him that unlike all the other Seers in the world he'd been unable to blind her, well, it spoke about the extent of her Seer abilities...and she very well might know something he didn't.
And that put him in a bad, edgy mood.
"What do you get out this?" Morgana glared at her sister. "What could you possibly get out of betraying your own flesh and blood?"
"Power, wealth...the usual." Morgause replied with a smirk. "Your power, to be precise."
"What?" Morgana gasped.
"I should have been the one born with the powers, not you!" Morgause snarled, finally losing her temper as she took a menacing step towards her sister. "Look at my children! They will be the three most powerful witches this world has ever known! My children! With my blood in their veins! That tells you that I was the one who should have had the power you waste." She sneered. "But once they are removed from you and transferred to me, then everything will be righted."
"You're insane." Morgana hissed. "It will never work!"
"You better pray it does, because if it doesn't, then your little girlfriend is going to be the one I take out my...disappointment...on." Morgause chuckled darkly.
"I will never let you touch Gwen!" Morgana snarled, struggling against the one holding her chains.
"If the spell is botched, you'll be dead." Morgause informed her. "Hell, you'll probably die even if it is successful."
"No." Gwen whimpered.
"I won't let you hurt either of them." Merlin promised her darkly.
Morgause turned towards her ex. "And what exactly are you going to do, Mer? You have no magic you can use, and I will."
"Don't underestimate me Morgause." Merlin whispered, voice a vicious hiss. "You've seen what I can do."
Sigan was surprised to see a flash of fear flash through Morgause's eyes.
"I'm going to kill you for what you did to Arthur." He promised to her. "And if you touch Morgana, Gwen, or the kids, I'll make you beg for death before I do so."
Right now, for the first time, Sigan could see a glimpse of that dark wizard that Morgause had told him of. For the first time he could imagine this gangly, awkward looking guy as the demon of her stories.
It was so impressive.
Even if, right now, he was the only one whose power Sigan couldn't sense.
Cornelius could feel the others' powers being restrained, and yet Merlin felt a lot like Gwen did.
Sigan wondered if the power had burrowed deep inside him or turned off for now, to protect itself somehow.
He was intrigued.
Maybe, before he transferred all of Merlin's power into his own body, he'd cut him open and see just how it ticked.
Only when he knew that there was no one in the morgue, did Uther slip in.
He felt cold and empty inside, completely torn apart.
It'd been terrible when he'd lost his wife, and that had been a natural death.
But to know that his son had been taken from him so brutally before he could truly make things right between them after their terrible past relationship. Uther had been so sure that with Merlin and the girls in Arthur and Mordred's life he'd be able to find grace in the newcomer's eyes...and through them slowly ingratiate himself more to his son.
The son he'd done so much to protect.
The son whose birthright, whose magic he'd had taken from him to keep this very thing from happening.
And yet Sigan hadn't been the one to do it.
Some powerless little bitch had.
Tear-filled eyes going to his son, Uther hated the knife still sticking in his body.
He yanked the knife out and it slid from his trembling fingers, clattering loudly on the ground.
Uther gazed down upon his son's face.
His tears falling down onto the boy's skin.
"I'm so sorry." Uther whispered hoarsely before draping himself over him, crying. "I should have taken better care of you!"
Suddenly blinding light erupted from deep inside Arthur, throwing Uther off and against the wall.
Disoriented, head hurting, Uther opened his eyes as the light died to nothing.
And there, standing in front of the slab, was Arthur.
Uther's eyes widened in shock. "Arthur?"
"What happened?" Arthur asked, confused, looking around him, before gazing down at his hand. "And why am I glowing?"
"You're alive." Uther whispered, unable to believe it. "And you have magic."
Gasping as she came out out of the vision, Freya looked up, disoriented. Her head was nestled in Auntie Gwen's lap, and everyone was watching her, worried, but were being held back by their captors.
"You were right." Sigan whispered, surprised. "She can still See despite the fact that I blinded all Seers."
"Are you alright baby?" Papa called, worried, struggling against his restraints.
"Yes papa." Freya nodded, voice gravelly before she smiled and turned her gaze on Sigan.
"What did you See?" Sigan snarled at her.
She needed to stall.
She needed to give the others time.
And she needed to try and weaken the bond between these two.
She wasn't cunning like Sophia.
"Tell me!" Sigan stormed towards her threateningly.
"Yeah, tell him." Sophia's voice surprised Sigan and caused everyone to turn towards her. "Tell him what you've been Seeing. Tell him about how he dies."
Freya wondered what her twin was doing.
She hadn't told her about what she'd Seen.
And even if she had, she wouldn't want to tell Sigan how he died so he could try and stop it!
"You lie!" Sigan snarled at Sophia.
The girl smirked up at him. "When you transfer Aunt Morgana's power to Morgause-because you are the only one strong enough to do it-that's going to leave you very weak, isn't it?"
His eyes narrowed.
"And she's going to be very powerful." Sophia smirked. "You stupid bastard."
And that was when Freya understood.
Whereas Freya could See things, Sophia could sense their weaknesses, and she'd sensed Sigan's after her fierce analysis of him...and she was using it against him.
"You little bitch!" Morgause snapped, going towards her and slapping her hard, causing her face to swing.
"Get off of her!" Papa snarled.
Morgause turned to Sigan. "My lord, I'd never-!"
Sigan's eyes were narrowed on her.
Sophia watched them with a dark smirk, a small trail of blood making its way down the side of her mouth.
Freya took in a deep breath.
The seeds were planted.
Now they had to await the harvest.