Merlin, disguised as the great dragoon, stumbled into Gaius' chambers after yet another long day of saving Camelot, having Arthur mock him for supposedly ''hiding'' during battle, and other troubles that seemed to gravitate towards the young warlock as if he was a magnet. Tripping over his long robes in his eagerness to return to his young self, Merlin grabbed the potion and gulped it down not pausing o glance down at the label… a big mistake.
At the same time an equally tired Gaius walked down the castle corridors after an extremely boring talk with Uther about how terrible magic users were or something along those lines. Though he wasn't quite sure, he had stopped listening halfway through, but Uther's talks were usually all the same anyway.
As the old physician listened to his footsteps echo through the hallways a thought popped into his head; He would get Uther a therapist! Someone who was wise, kind, and wouldn't try to take over Camelot. Though thinking back on the idea, it was quite rare to find someone with all these traits, especially the last one. Gaius was thinking so intently upon this that he almost didn't notice when Merlin's voice suddenly called for him to ''watch out!''
Gaius looked down at his ward and burst out laughing, ''taken the wrong potion again have we?'' the old physician chuckled.
Merlin snapped, ''oh come off it!'' he said as he scuttled into his room.