InsaneJournal

This was not a Merlin any of them would be familiar with. Not their young version, stumbling through life, with no real plan beyond protecting Arthur. Not the old, story book version full of childish fancy.  He was taller, tattoos on his fingers, scruff on his chin, and more scars then even he knew. Dressed in black leathers and his hooded traveling cloak that made him look out of place in the hall to say the least, and an imposing figure to be sure. This Merlin was not particularly kind like his other counterparts either, if his brief discussions over the network were any indication.

He turned the PDA in his fingers absently as he leaned back against the wall, gaze holding steady on a door not far from the room he'd woken up in. She would keep close. Morgan in any form was not someone he was ever free of for very long, and he was curious about this one. She already had some of the traits so obvious in his own. Of course, she thought she could hide from him - that he would not be able to locate her - different or not. She wanted him to wait though, and so he would. He watched another man enter the room, heard the sound of children, and finally took a few steps forward. The device he'd been given dropped into a pouch at his belt as he crossed his arms, and stood a few feet from her door.

She had sounded protective of Arthur, one of the many thoughts that he had been considering while he waited. Of course, Morgan had tried to pretend she was worried for her brother too, but he knew better then to think she would give up her claim on the throne so easily. Then there was this Guinevere who claimed to be Arthur's wife. Merlin groaned, rubbing at his temple briefly. He needed to see all this - see their Camelot - to be sure that it wasn't all lies and magic meant to confuse him. That this was not Morgan meddling with magics she didn't understand.