I was bored couldn't sleep and reallllly needed some inspo…
This little random act of writing is the result.
Once again, damn damn plot bunnies

Mostly a crack fic I'll see where it takes me : P
Reviews loved as usual and I hope you enjoy :)

The three witches glowered at each other from over their small table, Morgana, Morgues and Nimueh all looking particularly irritable. Cendred's kingdom was a bit of a mess after his demise, but his castle held together well enough and that was where the three had stowed away. Quietly waiting for the time they would take their revenge.

Or at least that was usually the case. The three had bonded more than ever over their particular hatred of Uther, Merlin in particular and of course the world and life itself generally. But through their latest rants (coupled with angry scowls and evil smirks alike) they had come upon the question to which they all had different answers.

The question happened to be; Who did Merlin view as his greatest enemy. His 'Arch Nemesis' as Nimueh had said quite mellow dramatically.

Morgana said it was herself obviously, she had been his dear friend for so many years and then stabbed him in the back. She had tried to kill him, and his friends, turned her back on everything he knew. The ultimate betrayal, she had gone against that which he believed in and become his Arch Nemesis.

Morgues disagreed. She after all had been the one to bring Morgana to their way of thinking. She had taken one of Merlin's friends and made her an enemy. She had tried to turn Arthur against him as well and attempted to kill his friends as her sister had. This made her Merlin's true Nemesis. Also she was more powerful then Morgana and had taught her all she knew (Morgana was not happy at this pronouncement)

Nimueh told them both to be silent. They were both wrong after all. They stood no chance against her, not only had she very nearly killed the Prince but Merlin's own mother and his guardian. She had poisoned Merlin herself. She had fought him most and been the closest to killing him. She was Merlin's true Nemesis.

Morgues added rather snidely 'yes but he did kill you for it'.

From then the argument descended in to chaos where no one could agree and just continued shouting until at last they fell in to an angry and simmering silence. This was not helped by the appearance of a very small and grouchy looking shadow that appeared in the doorway scowling at the three witches.

Mordred was not amused. More not amused than usual, in fact he was positively irritated by this argument that had gone on no less than three hours. Three hours that he had been trying to sleep in, three hours that he had been lying on the floor gazing in to the darkness with words like, 'well yes but I'm just so much better then you' and 'at least I know the proper amount of eyeliner to wear before it looks ridiculous.'

At this point it was easy to say that Mordred was very, very fed up. His irritation was only highlighted by the fact that they were all wrong. Mordred after all was the Nemesis of Emrys, he would kill the Once and Future King and leave the Warlock but a quivering wreck upon the floor. As he had plainly said 'I will not forgive this, and neither shall I forget' or something along those lines, he had practiced it so many times in front of the mirror it was hard to remember the exact wording that had gone in to the day in question.

He knew though that the witches would not take this in to consideration. Nimueh would snicker and Morgana would no doubt simply cue at him until he was forced to retreat back in to bed. No if he wanted to get any sleep he need to shut them up and if he wanted to shut them up he would have to think of something, quickly.

He was tired, he couldn't think of anything and his head already hurt from all the shouting. So sure maybe it wasn't his fault that the plan had been such a spectacularly bad one but he had sort of assumed that if the plan were that bad the 'adults' would weigh this up and think better of it. Oh dear.

"Look!" He shouted rubbing his eyes grumpily, "You won't be able to work it out yourselves. If you're so desperate to know why don't you just ask him!" it was a stupid idea, he knew it as he said it but really and honestly he just didn't care.

"Ask him Mordred whatever do you mean?" Morgana asked sweetly, with that warm motherly smile plastered over her face. Nimueh rolled her eyes 'this woman'.

"I'm tired, I can't sleep." Mordred said throwing in a pout for good measure. Morgana's face melted instantly while Morgues's eyes seemed to soften. Nimueh though simply looked disgusted. Mordred had never liked that woman. "Rather than argue why don't you… take Merlin and make him tell you?"

"Kidnap?" Morgues purred and if he had seen the sudden spark of interest in her eyes he would have taken it back right there and then, but as it was he was too busy rubbing his sore eyes.

"Yup kidnapping." He said in an indulgent voice.

The witches didn't notice, Morgana looked at her sister with a similar spark of excitement in her eye. Even Nimueh seemed at least tempted by the idea. Morgana saw it in her eyes when she looked over at her newest friend and then the witches circle was complete and evil malevolent grins were spread all round.

"Go to sleep Mordred." Morgues called, "We are sorry to have woken you."

"Sleep well darling." Morgana called.

Mordred walked away still scowling grumpily. They better hope he slept well or he would have his revenge.

Meanwhile unknown to him the witches set about on their plot smirking darkly all the while. Yes they would have their answer. They would have it from the idiots mouth itself and then they would kill him. Really, they wondered why they had never had this idea before.

Well its unbeta'd and I'm a lil tired but I hope it worked out alright : P

If you think it should be continued please say so and… well did you like it or hate it etcetc basically what most writers ask at the end of their fanfics :P

I have to sleep now, sleep is good… annnd its four hours until I have to get up… that's just… great.

Hope you enjoyed!
SQ