A/N: It's been ages since I last posted and I am so sorry for the wait for this chapter! I have no excuse, only that school etc. got in the way of writing, as it always does. However, I hope you enjoy this; I think it's a little longer than normal, and there is a confrontation I've been planning for a while at the end ;)

He didn't know what had come over him. One second he was standing there, bickering with her as they always had, and the next he was watching her too-green eyes widen a little fearfully as she stared up at him. And then he had captured her lips in his.

It was not like he had imagined at all. Their previous kisses had been passionate and even a little frantic, stolen moments at parties when she had been more than a little drunk and he sober enough to watch out for her as she drank to forget everything, but definitely not this tender, affectionate type that somehow felt so right.

He broke off a few moments later, not wanting to overstep the mark if she was unwilling, and stepped back to drink in the sight of her. Her eyes remained closed for a second, as if she was relishing the feeling, and her cheeks were flushed pink, but with pleasure or embarrassment he could not tell.

Even when she opened her eyes she didn't look at him, instead she hurried into the kitchen and busied herself pouring a cup of tea.

Morgana seemed to avoid him for the rest of the morning, preferring to play with Edward and his Duplo in her room. Arthur stole as many glances through the slightly-open door as he could, and could see her sitting on the carpet, her legs folded beneath her, clapping delightedly as Eddie grabbed a brick and held it out to her so she could stack it on top of another.

But when the half past ten arrived, she came out of her room dressed in what Arthur assumed was clothing attempting to soften the blow to his father when she turned up at his office. She had made an effort, with a pretty navy blue dress and a cream woollen cardigan, and had made sure that Eddie looked presentable, too, in his cute red shirt and matching jumper.

With Arthur's offer to drive her there, she arrived at Camelot PLC headquarters in plenty of time.

The heart of the Pendragon business empire was a colossal building in the centre of London, and took Morgana's breath away every time she saw it, even as a full-time employee. Glass panes stretched to an almost incomprehensible height, tapering to a fine point from which it was possible to gain a stunning view of the city.

Walking up the steps to the fancy glass double doors bearing the company name and castle logo in glorious gold, Morgana wondered more than once whether this meeting was a good idea. But she was here now, so she reasoned she might as well get it over with.

Steeling herself, she took a deep breath and pushed open the doors.

Heads turned the second she entered the foyer. She knew they would. Camelot was a notorious rumour-mill; it was impossible to believe that no-one would know what had become of the boss's former ward. An eerie silence fell over what seemed the entire building. That is, until Arthur appeared from behind her, carrying Edward.

"Come on," He said gently, taking Morgana's hand in his. She realised she had been standing completely still.

Together they waited in silence as the glass lift rose grandly towards Uther's penthouse offices, and when it finally stopped, Arthur led the way, seeming to sense Morgana's unease.

"I'll wait right here," He said determinedly, flopping down in one of the plush white leather chairs in Uther's waiting room. "Unless of course you want me to..."

"I'll be fine, but thank you, Arthur." Morgana smiled, what she hoped was convincingly, before taking a deep breath and striding purposefully into the office.

She didn't knock. Courtesy may state that one knocked before entering the private rooms of another, but Morgana had never been one to be meek and obedient if she felt strongly about something, so she walked right in.

Stepping in to Uther's office was like stepping back in time several hundred years. The Victorian furniture looked altogether out of place with the rest of the building.

Her guardian was sat behind a large mahogany desk, signing papers with an elaborate fountain pen. He looked up as she entered, his face freezing in recognition.

"Morgana." He breathed, disbelief clearly written over his entire countenance. Recovering quickly from his shock, his face hardened and Morgana could see the anger building behind his eyes.

"Where have you been?" His demanding tone was seeping with barely concealed fury. "Months and months, and not a word! We're your family, Morgana, or have you forgotten that? I've never known you to be so selfish!"

"You think I'm selfish?" Morgana replied furiously, feeling her own temper rise inside her. "This is my life, and you have no right to control it!"

Uther saw red. "I am your guardian!" He yelled. "I saved you from the mortal embarrassment of your mother's sins and your father's ignorance. You owe me everything! I have every right to do what I think is best for you."

"Don't you dare! My father was a good man, ten times what you'll ever be, Uther Pendragon!" Morgana was lost now, in a haze of crimson.

"I will not allow this!" Uther yelled. Suddenly she felt her back slam against something hard as fingers wrapped tightly around her neck. She tried to scream, but her constricted throat left her barely able to breathe, let alone make noise.

"Let her go." Arthur bit through clenched teeth, the syllables clearly intoned as if full stops existed between the words.

His father turned, and released his hold on Morgana, who crumpled to the floor and buried her head in her hands, barely restraining tears.

"Arthur." Uther's voice sounded surprised, even a little hurt, that his son would take Morgana's side over his own.

Arthur stood strong against his father, holding little Eddie tightly, as if afraid that if he let go he might do something to Uther that he would regret. Morgana could see him shaking, but she couldn't tell if it was with fear or anger.

"Don't you ever," he paused to let the word sink in, "place your hands on her again."

Uther seemed to ignore his comment, and focussed his gaze directly on the little boy, who was whimpering slightly because daddy was holding him just a little too tightly. Arthur quickly relaxed his hold on his son, and let him snuggle closed to his chest.

"What is that?" Uther tried to retain his calm exterior, but Arthur could hear the strains in his voice.

He lifted his head proud as he informed his father, "my son."

"And mine." Morgana commented. She lifted herself off the floor, brushed down her dress and moved to stand next to the family she had inadvertently made for herself. She felt Arthur's hand slip into hers as he moved Eddie to rest on his hip.

"The way I see it, Uther, you have two choices." Arthur's reassurance had recovered Morgana's confidence, and she spoke calmly but firmly. "Either you accept me and your grandson as part of your family, and everything is as near to before as it can be. Or you chose to send us away, in which case I will not see you again."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it, please review!

K x