A.N. SO I was thinking...I've been reading to much slash fanfic and my brain is full of all these ideas as a result. I need to write them down, but I don't wanna become one of these slash shippers so I'll write slash that isn't slash if you get what I mean...

Merlin POV

"MERLIN!" Arthur growled from the bed. Gods I thought he was asleep if not I'd have brought breakfast in.

"Arthur?" I replied without turning from the armour I was polishing.

"MEERRRLLLLIIIIINNNNNN!" I sighed and turned to face the King.

"Yes Sire?" I wearily responded.

"I'm bored! Entertain me!" he demanded like the arrogant spoilt prince I thought we'd seen the back of when Uther died.

"Umm Sire, what did you have in mind?" I scratched my head wondering where this was going.

"Mmm...come here and I'll tell you!" Somehow I'm thinking he's gone mad. If it was Gwen he was talking to I'd understand but me! I'm really not sure I like this.

"Err...Sire you must be hungry, I'll just go and get breakf...mmph" I nervously squeaked as I hastily backed towards the door before the end of my sentence was muffled.

"I'll have you for breakfast..." Ok, backing away real slow now.

Arthur POV

The clash of metal on metal in a tournament as men fight to the death. That is the sound that sorts the men from...well Merlin. It's what I hear every night in my dreams. And every morning I am awoken by that oaf stomping about. Gods just because he can't sleep doesn't mean we all can't. So this morning I decided to tell him he's too loud in the mornings.

"MERLIN!" I groggily growled as I was once again awoken from my sleep by the manservant.

"Arthur?" He didn't even turn to face me, the insolent prat. Does he think a king enjoys talking to the back of people's heads?

"MEERRRLLLLIIIIINNNNNN!" I'll pester him into facing me.

"Yes Sire?" Good, he's finally got the decency to face his King.

"I'm bored! Entertain me!" after all I'm king so I can have whatever I like.

"Umm Sire, what did you have in mind?" Ahh bless him, his little brain is working overtime trying to second guess me. I raised an eyebrow in perfect imitation of the court physician Gaius at the meaning behind the dark-haired boy's words. Well if that's what he wants, it wouldn't hurt to play with him a bit.

"Mmm...come here and I'll tell you!" I purred from my position on my bed and tried to stop myself from laughing as his abnormally pale cheeks flushed with colour for once.

"Err...Sire you must be hungry, I'll just go and get breakf...mmph" He stumbled over his words as he tried to back out of the room only to fail at dodging a well aimed cushion from yours truly to the face.

"I'll have you for breakfast..." I playfully teased before getting to business "...duty every morning if only you'd be more gentle and quiet in waking me up!" but I don't think he heard past breakfast he was in that much of a hurry to run out the door.

3rd person POV

And that children is why it doesn't pay to leave a conversation mid sentence. Because at the end of the day, sometimes the end is what puts the sentence into context.

And another thing, my 3rd person POV/Moral thingamajig in my head sounds like Kilgarrah... please review! It's all that keeps the little hamster running in his wheel up there in my head to power my ideas!