woodcomb:crackship pairing: Eleven (Doctor Who) and Morgana (Merlin).BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL A

woodcomb:crackship pairing: Eleven (Doctor Who) and Morgana (Merlin).BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL AS ALWAYS, KAYLA. UM. HERE’S A TINY TINY FICLET TO GO WITH IT? <3333The Doctor found Morgana quietly seated by the crackling fire when he’d arrived. His original intention was to land in the forest, away from the castle, but he’d somehow miscalculated (which did not come as a surprise), instead landing in the empty storage room of her chambers.From the moment he stepped out of the TARDIS, from the very moment he saw her face, he knew something was amiss. There were no greetings, no hugs or hellos or I missed yous.“How long has it been?”Morgana chewed on her lip then, staring at his familiar boots as he stood before her, but she didn’t look up to meet his gaze. “Nearly three months,” she replied, her voice barely audible. “Four summers since your first visit.”She had quickly come to understand that time was something far more fluid to this man than to any other being, and she grew accustomed to explaining to him.Sinking into the chair beside her, The Doctor could not even feign a smile, seeing her grim expression, and when she spoke again, her words only confirmed what he thought.“Th—the nightmares…” Morgana whispered, clasping her hands tightly together so they wouldn’t tremble, “…the nightmares have been getting worse.”The Doctor was her sole confidant, her one secretkeeper, and there was a small sense of relief that filled her now that she was finally able to share her burdens with another.“I’m sorry,” he offered, wincing at the sound of his own voice, for he knew his apology was far from enough to mollify her.She finally looked up at him then, her fear clear in her green eyes. “You know what is to come, far better than my nightmares tell me,” Morgana said, chewing on her lip. “You’ve seen it. Lived it. You know what’s to become of me.”The Doctor wordlessly nods in return, and she takes a shuddering breath, choking on a sob.“I’m unsure if I can live with them for much longer, Doctor. Not like this. Not alone.”And as tears began to stream down her cheeks, the Doctor leaned forward, enveloping her hands in his. They were cold, he noticed, and he could feel the energy - the magic - pulsating through her veins, pumping through her system and threatening to unleash itself.“Let me help you, Morgana,” he murmured, and she looked up at him in surprise. In all his visits, the Doctor had comforted her, advised her, been a listening ear when no one else would… but not once had he ever directly offered her any help.“H—help me?” she echoed, sniffling. “How could you help me?”“I’m the Doctor, silly,” he quickly answered, and he offered her a familiar, wide smile; he was satisfied enough when she managed to purse her lips together and give him the smallest smile in return. As his expression sobered, he leaned in, letting his eyes fall shut as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Come away with me.”The Doctor relinquished his hold on her hands, allowing her to wipe her tears away, and when he met her gaze again, he saw confusion, fear, curiosity, excitement and hopefulness all at once.Oh, Morgana, he sighed, if only you knew what you were destined to become.“Come with me, Morgana. I’ll take you to places you’ve never seen. Places you never imagined possible. And I’ll help you… I’ll help sort out all that…” and he trailed off, losing words and instead gesturing wildly to his head.“B—but Arthur… he’ll know I’m gone first thing at dawn! Gwen too,” she argued, frowning. “Uther will think I’ve been kidnapped.”“Haven’t you learned a single thing about me and… time? I could have you away with me for years, and we could return right here and only minutes will have passed,” the Doctor replied, and he rose to his feet, offering a hand out to her. “What do you say, then, Morgana?”She stared at his hand for a few moments, recovering from the shock of his offer, but it wasn’t long before she slipped her hand into his. As she stood up, wiping her last tears away with her free hand, Morgana exhaled, expelling the tension from her shoulders as her fingers entwined with his. Meeting his gaze and holding it, she nodded.“Take me away, then, Doctor.” -- source link
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