A loud groan elicited from the bushes as a young, dark haired man tripped over a tangle of roots peeking up from the ground while a group of well-built men stood laughing while watching from afar. The leader of the men paused laughing for a moment to shout at the man who had tripped.

"Come along now Merlin," he called from where he stood next to his horse, his chainmail gleaming in the sunlight. "Get a move on! We don't want the enemy to get away!"

Merlin moaned before getting off the ground, wiping away any dirt which may have clung to his clothing. He never said a word to the blonde man who had shouted at him as he got up then continued up the root clad hill. As Merlin continued on his way along the forest hill, the sound of voices- a man and two young women it seemed- came from the trees. Intrigued, Merlin continued to follow the noise before a loud snap to his right sent him stumbling forward and down the hill which he had clambered up moments before hand.

Finally, after a long and painful tumble down the hill, Merlin finally came to a stop at the bottom of the hill. He lay there in pain for a moment, before the sound of running faintly reached his ears. He held his breath and closed his eyes as the person drew closer before the person reached his side. The person dropped to the ground beside him, and a pair of hands gently rolled him over. Whoever it was mumbled something inaudible before speaking loudly, more clearly; and the words that were spoken caught Merlin off guard.

"Oi! I know you're conscious." A young female voice declared, surprising him. "You can open your eyes now, I promise I won't hurt you." The voice continued on, and Merlin was further surprised to hear an audible smile in the voice.

Ever so slowly, he opened his eyes to see a young woman with brown hair and eyes, the sunlight which shone through the trees lighting up her hair with shades of brown and blonde, with tints of red. Her eyes met his with amusement as he watched her before finally starting to sit up.

"You okay?" she asked, sitting back of her legs as Merlin sat up. Merlin nodded, feeling the back of his head tenderly, wincing as his fingers located a bump. The girl sucked in a breath as she watched, a sheepish look overcoming her face as Merlin turned his head to look at her. "You have no luck; do you?" she asked; sounding and looking as though she knew it for a fact.

He looked at her oddly. "Something like that," he said. "How did you know?"

The girl looked at him rather uncomfortably for a moment before whipping her head around to look out into the trees surrounding the pair, shouting one single word as loud as she could.

"DOCTOR!"

A/N: First Merlin fic, but Doctor Who isn't anything new to me. Either way, fingers crossed!

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