Title: The Wrong Emotion

Summary: Morgana Le Fay liked nice guys. But she can't seem to shake her emotions for a certain dark-haired, blue-eyed asshole, with a penchant for annoying the living hell out of her. But recently, he's been... nice?

Author's Note:

Hello, everyone! So I know I'm really late to the whole Mergana community, but I really hope you all enjoy this. I don't know why, but I suddenly found this new obsession with Mergana after rewatching episode 1 of Merlin on Hulu. Reviews are greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading!

-McDiggin'It

Warning: Merlin and Morgana are a little ooc in this fic, so just a quick heads up on that.

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Chapter One:

She doesn't know why she's here. She hates the bloody place! But it's her only source of income at the moment so she forces herself to stay. The work itself is not bad. It's just... him. She can't stand him and his stupid hair, and his stupid blue eyes, and his stupid mouth, and his stupid smile, and his stupid... just his stupid everything! And it's not even the fact that he makes her do the stupidest shit for him. It's the way he treats her like she's just dying to please him.

And gods, she hates how stupidly handsome he is. She wishes he were an ugly monster, but he's not. He's absolutely gorgeous with his stupid beautiful eyes. But if his physical appearance had matched his soul, he'd be a scar-faced hunchback with 4 rotting teeth, a large nose, and warts growing out of his eye sockets. But she had to be forced to work for a sexy arse idiot.

"Morgana!"

She huffs, rolling her eyes as she gets up out of her seat at her desk to tend to her bosses needs. "Yes, Mr. Emrys?" She asks in an obviously annoyed tone from his office doorway.

Merlin looks up from the stack of papers on his desk and quirks an eyebrow at her. "Haven't I told you to stop calling me that?" She just stares blankly at him so he continues, "It's Merlin. Mer-lin." He draws out the pronunciation of his name as if she were retarded, which annoys her even more.

"Was there something you wanted, sir?" She asks in an almost too sweet, but sarcastic tone.

He shakes his head. "Not sir, Morgana. Merlin."

She rolls her eyes, "Was there something you wanted, Merlin?"

He takes a pencil from his desk drawer and points it at her. "Please sharpen this."

Morgana felt her eye twitch as she tried to control her fury. The bloody pencil sharpener was right in front of him! All he has to do is stick the bloody thing in the sharpener! She wanted to scream but instead crossed the office to take the pencil from him and stab it harshly into the electric pencil sharpener.

She watches him with a hateful look on her face as he goes back to reading through his paperwork, completely oblivious to the raw loathing she had for him. She resists the strong urge to stab him in the neck with the newly sharpened pencil. It would only take a few seconds for him to bleed to death if she hits the right artery. 'Breathe, Morgana.' She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes as she finally pulls the pencil from the sharpener and places it in front of her boss. "Here you go, Mr. Emrys." She ignores his spluttering at being called that again and heads back to her desk.

If he was going to make every moment of her life a living hell, then he can expect she won't be making his life a walk in the park.

Of course, she's aware of the fact that he could fire her for completely disregarding most of his rules, but she's been doing it for nearly a year and he has yet to say anything about it.

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She's the last one to leave tonight, only because Merlin makes her pick up the thousand mechanical pencil leads he had "accidentally" spilled on his carpet floor. Of course, that was the janitor's job, but Merlin insisted he could only trust her in his office and made it sound like he was doing her a favor by making her pick up his stupid pencil leads.

"Stupid bloody idiot and his stupid bloody pencil-,"

"Are you talking to yourself?"

Morgana jumps nearly out of her skin, whirling around to find the object of her annoyance smirking down at her from the doorway of his office with his bare forearms folded across his chest.

Clearly he was enjoying seeing her on her hands and knees, picking up after him. She grits her teeth as she picks up the last of the pencil leads. "Did you forget something?"

He shakes his head. "Just wanted to make sure you were doing as you were told and not snooping around my office." He waves a hand at her, oblivious to the fact that she's glaring directly at him in anger.

"Wasn't it you who told me that I am the only person you trusted to be in your office?"

He nods, still smirking. "Indeed. But I don't know what you would be like if I were to leave my office. You've only ever been in here when I was present as well."

"Yeah, well I wish you bloody weren't present at all." She mutters under breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." She smiles innocently at him. "Was there anything else you needed? Or can I lock up and go home?"

He shakes his head and unfolds his arms. "Nope. You may continue locking up." He doesn't make any move to leave, so Morgana continues to pack up her work bag in silence, while trying to ignore the fact that he was still there, still watching her.

She could almost feel his eyes on her, an unfamiliar feeling coming over her at the knowledge that he was watching. As she goes to walk past him, he stops her, laying a hand on her arm. She glares at him, and he immediately drops his hand back down to his side. "I need you to pick up my suit from the dry cleaners tomorrow morning."

She nods, "What time?"

"Around 6 a.m."

At that, her eyes widen. She usually doesn't have to be at work until 8a.m, so you should understand her surprise and annoyance at the news. "Why do you need your suit at 6a.m?"

"I have a conference call with the CEO of Pendragon Stocks at 7a.m, and I need an hour to get ready." He says easily as if this were an acceptable answer.

For the umpteenth time that day, Morgana wishes she could get away with the murder of her boss. She resists every urge she has in her body to strangle him and instead asks frustratedly, "Why the bloody hell would you need a whole hour to get ready? And why did you wait until now to let me know of your conference call? And how the hell did I not know about this call? I'm your assistant! All calls go through me first!"

He blinks rapidly at her in surprise at her audacity to speak to him that way, and to question him at all. He recovers rather quickly and smirks at her. "I forgot to mention it to you when I got the call from Uther Pendragon.. Be happy I'm telling you now and not calling you at 6a.m to go to the dry cleaners while you're still in your pajamas. While that is a sight I wouldn't mind, I'm sure you'd like to look a little more presentable when you show up at my place with my suit."

She stares at him, her mouth hanging open as she tries to mentally figure out how his brain works, and whether he even has a brain at all. Surely this behavior of his is inhumane. He's got to be from a very faraway planet, probably infested with arseholes just like him. She forces herself to answer him politely. "Of course. I'll make sure you get your suit at 6a.m." With that, she walks away and towards the exit.

"Oh, and Morgana?"

She stops, gritting her teeth yet again. If this continues, she's not going to have any teeth left to grit. "Yes, Mr. Emrys?" She couldn't resist annoying him with the formality one last time before she heads home.

He rolls his eyes at her, but begins to smile as the skin of his face reddens a bit. Morgana refuses to acknowledge it as a blush. Aliens don't blush! "Thank you."

She could've choked on her saliva right then and there because in the 11 months she's worked for him, she had never heard him say thank you to anyone in his life. She didn't think him capable of such a thing. She stares at him for a long moment, only breaking from her short trance when he turns and goes to his desk. She walks away slowly, not sure about what she's feeling.

Shaking her head as she waits for the elevator to reach her, she mutters under breath. "He's a bloody odd one."

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Author's Note: Ok, so tell me what you all think! Yes? No? Boring? Not to worry, it will get better. I'll try to update regularly. Reviews are appreciated. Thank you for reading!

-McDiggin'It