My own little foray into the Merlin world. Which I don't own.

"A-arthur!" The voices came first, which was odd for a dream.

"W-what? Oh, Arthur..." The voice purred out, familiar in sound but not tone, followed the earthy scent of a forest with a sharp tang of metal, or perhaps blood, and sweat.

Metal ground against itself and she too felt the cold touch of it.There was a distinct darkness about the place, more than just night time. It gave the feel of a small area, sequestered from the outside world, and yet light glinted off metal, shined in eyes.

A low, masculine sound came next, something a mix between a groan and a sigh- deep, but somehow light and breathy. She braced herself, for the first time feeling. The feeling of being completely covered, surrounded in both enemy territory and home.

Hands stroked. Distinctly, the feeling of nails scraping along his scalp, through his hair, digging into the chain mail at his shoulders.

Her body felt lifted, hers, and yet not.

Everything about this was oxymoronical. And oh so sinful.

There was a pause as the sound of a hand wrenching cloth filled the small alcove and then-

"Arthur!"

"Arthur!"

Her call sent Gwen running; she was at her bedside in moments.

"Milady?"

Morgana took a moment to calm her quickened breath, before brushing her mussed curls over a shoulder.

"I-I'm fine, Gwen. Bad dream is all." She fiddled with the covers- half flipped them off, anxious to leave her maidservant and friend's scrutinizing stare. Gwen swiftly took hold of the corner and placed them back over the slightly trembling noble, before calmly pushing Morgana back into the pillow. Hand going to her friend's forehead, Gwen frowned.

"You're flushed. And warm. If I didn't know better I'd say you were feverish, Morgana."

Bustling about the room, she opened the window before moving back to close the drapes around the bed.

"You just wait right here, I'll fetch Gaius. Better to be safe than sorry, right?" She bowed slightly and hurried out.

Sighing, Morgana allowed herself to sink deeper into the bed, blush still staining her pearlescent skin.

What a dream.

Nightmare –She corrected herself.

Gwen was acting strange- She was ever so good at misdirection, even in her own mind- Almost as she does when I have those nightmares... the ones about Arthur dying.

The ones that very nearly come true Her mind nudged at her.

This couldn't have been like that. She dismissed. Why would I dream of Arthur...

Blush furiously darkening; she refused to continue the thought.

It was not real. And it won't be.

Still, the sound of Armour clanking in time with footsteps and a yell of "Mer-lin" from the corridor before the steps receded did little to stem that ever darkening blush.

Gaius frowned.

"My word Morgana, have you been dancing in the rain again? You look as though you've caught your death. Fever is the first sign, you know."

So...? Not sure whether to make this into something greater, of leave it as it is. Either way... R&R? Pretty, pretty please ^^?