Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin or the 11th Doctor's epic speech

Warning: none needed

Summary: Merlin tells Morgana that there is something you never put in a trap.

Dedications: this story is dedicated to boundenid who requested this story.

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Merlin fights the urge to sigh in frustration as Morgana smirks again, it's all she ever seemed to do now Merlin thought to himself. Merlin looks around at all of Morgana's stone angel soldiers surrounding him in a network of caves.

"You're trapped Merlin, you have nowhere to go. You will die in these caves and no one will be left to save Arthur," she taunts the young warlock. Merlin takes a deep breath to calm himself. His eyes widen as he smells the slight smell of natural gas, almost undetectable. He looks up at the cave above him and subtly using his magic he sees the source of the gas. Merlin weights the flaming torch in his hand as he calculates how high he'll need to throw it. He looks at Morgana and grins cheekily at her.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you?" he asks her, Morgana remains silent, her brows furrowing in confusion.

"There's one thing you never put in a trap if you're smart. If you value your continued existence, if you have any plans about seeing tomorrow, there's one thing you never put in a trap," Merlin taunts Morgana.

"And what would that be?" she sneers. Merlin just smiles.

"Me," he answers throwing the flaming torch up into the air. The gas trapped in the cave's ceiling ignites causing a huge explosion sending Morgana and her stone angel soldiers crashing to the ground as rock falls all around them. Morgana looks around as the dust settles, all of her stone angel soldiers have been crushed by the falling rocks and boulders. However the most infuriating thing is that Merlin is long gone.

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Boundenid asked really nicely if I could write a Merlin version of the Doctor's little bit of advice to the Weeping Angels.

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