THIS is a Smallville/Merlin swap fanfiction that my best friend and I have been working on for a while now.

We hope that you enjoy it.

Clark Kent's eyes strayed over to the words written in his history book as he leaned against the wall of his barn.

'It befall in the days of Uther Pendragon when he was king of all England, that he loved a fair lady by the name of Queen Igraine….'

Clark sighed deeply as he continued to read the words printed on the old hardback in front of him. He and his classmates of Smallville High had just recently been given a research assignment on the legend of King Arthur. The project mostly consisted of finding out the true identity of Arthur Pendragon and of his history in Camelot during his reign as King.

Clark was not impressed.

It meant that he would be forced to read through a number of books during his spare time and then process the information into an Essay or formal presentation.

It was not that he wasn't interested in the project, it was the fact that he just didn't have enough time to focus on it. Protecting Smallville from the meteor infected was becoming a full time gig, and sometimes projects such as this do get in the way and become less important. Clark didn't have time for this. Chloe however could not have been more thrilled in the prospect of researching about the life of a dead king. Clark couldn't understand how she could be so excited. The Arthurian legend was almost common knowledge to all people in the world and the facts given were very bias. However still many believed it to all be a myth or conspiracy of some sort that has been passed down through time until it become muddled into an entire different story. Chloe was determined to find out the secrets of the legend itself and of all of those involved. Clark couldn't understand why he would even need to know the history of the great Arthur Pendragon and the kingdom of Camelot. He had enough on his mind as it was.

'Merlin called all the people to London, to show who should be right wise king of the realm, and Arthur drew the sword out of the stone….'

Clark's eyes flicked over these words restlessly as he processed each new piece of information in his mind of the Arthurian Legend. He had been told of Merlin when he was a boy and the name had slipped through the lips of many during class, including Chloe herself. The man 'Merlin' in his view was said to be the great King Arthur's loyal and most trusted advisor. He was a powerful warlock and was said to have brought peace and magic to the land of Albion. Clark had been confused at first when he had learned that such a man had existed. Was it true that this man ever lived? If he did then did that mean that magic was once considered a normal practice? Does that mean that magic was real, or had been at a time?

Clark's thoughts raced as he processed this and he could easily imagine what it must have been like for the wise old Merlin. It must have been difficult to live with such a burden and such a responsibility, and to have known that if he had failed then the lives of many would have been at risk. Clark felt like he could relate to this man. In his own life he had been faced with many troubles and difficulties that affected the lives of others and not just his own. It must have been so hard for merlin. Living with the secret and lying to his friends. Clark continued to read as more thoughts sprouted.

'And when Arthur was king, it befall that he would take a wife…He said to Merlin, 'I love Gwenivere of Camelot, that hath in her house the round table, and she is the most valiant fair lady…'

In reading this, Clark's thoughts instantly drifted to Lana Lang. He was unsure of their relationship. Where they just friends or did she truly want to be with him.

Did she want him to make the first move in their possible relationship?

Lana seemed to be comfortable enough with Whitney, they are dating now anyway, weren't they. It seemed that almost every moment of the time that Whitney and Lana were together at school or at the talon involved them making out with each other. It seemed difficult not to stare and Clark desperately wished that he was in Whitney's place.

It just seemed unfair.

It seemed unfair that he was now resulted to indulging in his dreams and darkest thoughts and desires.

He just had to keep reminding himself that Lana wasn't married, there was still hope in a future. He just felt that if he interfered too much then Whitney would become jealous and stage an intervention. They were already high on the red alert when it came to who Lana was dating. Clark didn't want to be seen as if he were interfering too much with Lana and her life. It wasn't his job to protect her anyway, though many times he had found himself in that position. Clark deterred his attention back to the hardback he held in his hands and started to read once more.

…The history of Arthur and his loyal advisor Merlin….

Clark settled the book down on a stair to which he was now perched upon. He rose from where he was crouched and slowly descended down the wooden stairs until he stood in the centre of the barn. He looked around the barn until his eyes settled on a pile of hay in the dark slightly-lit corner. How could he have forgotten to finish that chore? Usually he had finished all his chores before the sun set with barely a thought to it, and then had the time to complete his school work.

Though Clark thought nothing of it.

As his thoughts lingered on the unexpected chore he had forgotten to complete and of the book that he had just read, he hurriedly grabbed a pitchfork leaning against the barn door and super speeded the work before him. When he had completed the work in what seemed to be less than a second he rested the pitchfork back against the barn and observed his work. A smile stretched across his face as he observed the now clean pile and thanked his gifts that he didn't have to do it the normal way. It would have taken him hours to complete that.

The best part of being Clark Kent was the virtue of having super powers.

Without his gifts Clark would be considered a no body.

He would be normal.

The thought of normality didn't scare him, it was intriguing.

Clark knew however that he was meant for greater things. Like merlin, he had a destiny that he couldn't escape and the world relied on him.

Clark's thoughts drifted to the Merlin that he had read about in the book. The most peculiar questions surfaced in his mind.

Had Merlin ever had to complete chores?

If he had then did he use his magic?

Did he have a choice in his destiny?

These were questions that would probably never be truly answered in history.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a pain erupting in the side of his head. His vision became blurred by a green light and shapes morphed in front of him. The pain was terrible and Clark forced his eyes shut instantly. In that moment of blindness his legs were knocked from beneath him by an unknown force and before he knew what had happened he had fallen to all fours and the pain intensified significantly. Clark immediately tried to lift his head to look at his attackers but the pain struck him like hot knives to his skull and his vision was blinded by a flash of green once more. He screamed.

Kryptonite.

That had to be what was causing him to fell this pain. It was the only explanation. Clark moaned as the pain struck him again in the chest and he bit his tongue in an attempt to stop himself from screaming. He had never been the best at showing himself as weak and this was not the time to do it. Though that was what he was.

Weak.

He fell to his side and cradled his legs as his chest started to burn with a fire that was almost as if he had been dosed in a significant amount of kryptonite. His entire being was burning and every limb felt to have been torn from him. He risked a moment to open his eyes and saw a blur quickly pass him, was he being kidnapped? As this thought occurred to him he was suddenly hit with such a force of pain that he lost all his senses and lost consciousness, the black drawing him in until he knew no more.