Heaven and Hell (20/?)
Heaven and Hell (20/?)
Fandom(s): Merlin, Supernatural, The Secret Circle
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur, Dean/Cas
Words: 890
Summary: Merlin, Arthur, and the rest of the gang are constantly being reincarnated. The story plays out the same every time, until Morgana seeks out Faye and Merlin crosses paths with the Winchesters. Then the game changes.
And spread, like weeds, their poisons wide,
Fresh healing plants came blooming bright,
And stood, to check them, side by side
Notes: MOR MOR MOR MOR MOR MOR MOR. Poor Faye. No wonder she feels so out of place. Her name isn’t Morfaye. Also, her eyes aren’t blue. A brown-eyed girl name Faye is in the blue eyed Mor club. I would feel a bit weird too.
Faye didn’t like Mordred. He scared her, to be honest-though she would never admit that out loud. But what if he found out she’d helped Merlin and the Winchesters? She got the feeling he wouldn’t hesitate to snap every bone in her body. She had no doubt he was perfectly capable, small as he might be. What was worse was the Hellhound that followed him around everywhere like a God-forsaken puppy. She wanted nothing more than to leave the room when he and his giant mutt walked in, but she didn’t want to seem suspicious. And she didn’t want Morgana to see her as weak either.
She was always relieved when everyone went to sleep. It gave her a single shred of peace if only for a few hours. She didn’t think Hellhounds needed sleep, but when Mordred did, apparently so did his dog.
In the middle of the night, she awoke to hear Morgana crying softly and immediately went to check on her. She opened the door and didn’t think Morgana had heard her, but then she whispered, “Faye,” followed by a pause. “It’s Morgause. She’s here.” When she turned to look at Faye, her eyes were a dam about to burst and she just looked so small, so…exposed.
Faye knelt on the ground beside Morgana and wrapped her arms around the usually invincible woman.
“She needs a vessel,” Morgana said, refraining from sniffling.
Faye attempted to say something comforting. “Well, there’s plenty of those.”
“She wants it to mean something,” Morgana continued, a waver in her voice, but also a renewed strength. She turned to look Faye straight in the eyes, the light from the fireplace reflecting deceptively in her eyes. “I told her about Castiel and his vessel. She’s going after Novak’s daughter.”
Calm. Calm. Calm. “A nice choice. That will definitely get a response out of Castiel.”
“Indeed. And since they believe we won’t attack for several days, we have the upper hand guaranteed.”
“…How strong is he?” Faye asked hesitantly. “Castiel.”
“He’s an angel. Or at least he was. I’m not sure now. Merlin created that spell on the spot, Castiel might not be 100%...Castiel. And he wouldn’t dare return to the heavenly host. I’m hoping he’s been cut off from his power source and it’s just a matter of time before he runs dry, but it’s best not to rely on luck.”
Faye titled her head. “What are you planning?”
“I’m trying to get my hands on a blade that can kill angels.” Morgana’s voice dropped several notches from her already hushed tone. “They’re practically impossible to come across, but I figure, with all of hell at my disposal, I must be able to get at least one of these handy little knives.”
“I’m sure they won’t stay hidden for long.”
“Yes, the sooner, the better.”
Morgana. Faye jumped at the sound of an unexpected voice in her head. Mordred was standing a few feet away in the threshold.
“Speak, Mordred,” Morgana said gently. “Faye’s not become accustomed to exchanging thoughts yet.”
“No, it’s okay,” she interrupted quickly. “He just startled me.”
“You’re happy,” he said anyway, ignoring Faye almost completely. “Why are you crying?”
Morgana half-laughed. “Morgause contacted me,” she explained. “My sister’s alive…”
Not alive, Faye thought in unison with Mordred, who spoke it.
“Well, you know what I mean.”
Just then, a young girl, maybe a little older than Mordred, appeared.
“Sister,” the girl addressed Morgana.
Morgana sprang from Faye’s arms and embraced the small girl.
Faye could feel waves of power rolling of the small body, intense but different than Mordred’s. This was darker, heavier. If anything, it only made Faye want to disappear even more. She hated the feel of Morgause and Mordred’s magic. She wondered vaguely if she would’ve felt like this about Morgana if she’d never restored Faye’s solo magic, but, in the back of her mind, she knew it wasn’t’ just different with Morgana-Morgana was differet.
Maybe she should go back to Chance Harbor…and stay there. She could tell Morgana this time. Maybe she could focus on getting Morgana’s magic back, impress the older sorceress. In her head, she laughed at herself. None of her old circle would believe her if she told them about Cassie’s power. Her “dark magic”. This was her circle now, in it’s own sense. Morgana, Mordred, Morgana. She felt less fitting with Mordred and Morgause, but it was still who she was now. (She may or may not have took a small comfort in the idea that Merlin was a part of the circle too-that he’d just rebelled and went off on his own.
“And who is this?” Morgause asked, looking pointedly at Faye.
Morgana smiled, somewhere between warmly and wickedly. “This is Faye. Faye le Fay.”
“A sorceress of your blood?” Morgause sounded impressed.
“Yes. There is so much to tell, sister, so much you’ve missed.”
That twinge was beginning to familiarize itself with Faye’s gut. And it was completely unreasonable. This girl-woman, she corrected herself-was Morgana’s sister! Faye had no right to feel jealous.
Morgause turned to look at Faye again-this time really look at her-and her ice colored eyes seemed to see right through her. Faye suddenly felt transparent under the child vessel’s gaze.
It was animal instinct.
Evil, evil, evil.
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