Hello yet again, dear readers! Thank you all for reading this and/or any of my other stories. I appreciate every type of feedback… *wink*.

So, here is another little piece of rubbish from me. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own 'Merlin', I only own my imagination- oh wait, you can have that, I don't want it.

Merlin ran through the castle on his way to serve his king, and slammed into a wall. He spun round and collapsed on the floor, a throbbing pain emanating from his head causing the servant to be blessed with a rather unforgiving head ache.

The young warlock remained like that for a few seconds, before he pushed himself up onto his feet and walked to Arthur's aid, clutching his head and scrunching his eyes when light seeped through a window, hurting his sensitive blue eyes and irritating his head ache.

Merlin burst through the door to Arthur's chamber, groaning at the sight he saw. Arthur, was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, a look of thunder implanted onto his face.

"Take your time, Merlin. Don't worry about me. It's not like I need a servant or anything like that, is it, Merlin?"

"Sorry, sire. I was… delayed." Merlin shuffled his feet and looked down at his boots. He really needed new ones…

"How were you delayed?" Arthur leaned back on his desk, not changing his body stance and not moving his glare from his servant's face.

"Um… well, I… um… err…ouch." Merlin clutched his head and Arthur's face immediately changed to a picture of worry. He dropped his arms and stood up straight.

"Merlin, what happened?" He walked over to his secret protector and looked at his eyes, looking for any sign of lying when he answered.

"Nothing. I've just got a bit of a head ache." Merlin shrank from his master's stare and tried to push past him. Arthur stopped him.

Arthur sighed. "I know you're lying. I can see it in your eyes. Tell the truth."

"I tripped, I fell… into a wall. It kinda hurts a bit…"

"You're such an idiot, Merlin," Arthur said, fondly and tiredly. "Where does it hurt?" Merlin lifted up his fringe to reveal a nasty purple bruise, which had been well covered by his thick black fringe. Arthur winced.

"You should sit down." Merlin nodded and sat down on the floor where he was. Arthur chuckled. "I meant on a chair, Merlin." His servant looked up, confused. The king sighed and bent down to his servant's level. He yanked him up and tugged him to a chair near the fire. Merlin plonked himself down and grabbed his forehead in pain.

"It hurts. I'm so stupid."

"Yes, you are."

Merlin fell asleep in the chair, resting peacefully as the fire crackled in front of him. Arthur watched him for a while then left, sure that a wall was not the worst thing Merlin had faced, and that a bruise (no matter how… shocking) and a head ache would not kill him, even if he'd wanted it to.

So, that's that. Only a 5 second thing that popped into my head whilst listening to my French teacher drone on about infinitive verbs and the like… I harmlessly imagined her running into a wall, then I realised that that sounded like something Merlin would do.

I wrote this as a one-shot, but if anyone wants to see more, I'll be happy to.

A CALL FOR HELP! Please give me plots! I'm literally stumped for ideas but I still wanna write. HELP ME! (: