"Remember me, please…" Merlin begged, voice strained. "Remember…"
"I want to tell you something I’ve never told you before… Thank you." It’s been fifteen hundred years since those words were spoken, and his friend’s deaths still weigh heavily on Merlin’s mind. But after all those years of waiting, trying, suffering, they’ve finally returned. Not just Arthur, but all of them. Even Morgana. And something is horribly wrong. (Modern fic. No slash.)