So, earlier today I was watching 2x13. There is this amazing scene in it which really target's Merlin and Arthur's friendship. Also, I usually just leave my disclaimer on my profile, but because I'm taking words directly from the script I've decided to do it here: I don't own Merlin. Never have, never will. The facts of life are harsh, I know. This being said, I've decided to write Arthur's POV on it. Read and review!

Arthur stripped his shirt barely wincing at the pain of his wound. Although wound was pretty bad, Arthur had suffered worse wounds like the Questing Beasts bite. He had been on the verge of death with that wound.

Hearing a body shuffle in the bed next to him Arthur became aware of his manservant. It was quite odd to be sharing a room with Merlin. They had slept near each other on hunting trips but that was with other knights. In Ealdor they had slept on the floor next to each other, but Gwen and Morgana lay on the other side of the hut. Here, they didn't have to act as master and servant but as friends. Not that Arthur would ever admit that they were friends. Especially not to Merlin.

The young prince had noticed Merlin's change in attitude. He seemed quiet. Too quiet. This worried Arthur, because Merlin almost seemed depressed. Arthur turned to look at Merlin who had his covers almost pulled up to his chin and was looking very solemn.

"What is wrong with you today?" Arthur demanded.

"What?" Merlin questioned in the same sad voice.

"It pains me to admit it, but I do enjoy your silly retorts. In fact, it's probably your only redeemable feature."

"….Thanks."

"There are loads of servants who can serve," Arthur continued as he eased down into the bed, "so few are capable of making a complete prat of themselves."

Arthur's smiling face turned towards Merlin, expecting a entertaining reply. His smile faded when he received none.

"What is it?"

"Nothing."

"It's something. Tell me." ordered Arthur. His head rolled towards Merlin again.

Silence.

What was wrong with Merlin? Arthur was starting to get seriously worried. He had to find out what was wrong with Merlin, but he'd have to choose his words carefully.

"Alright. I know I'm a prince, so we can't be friends. But if I wasn't a prince-"

"-What?" Merlin cut it. He sounded very annoyed which was highly unusual for him.

"Welllllll then, we would probably get along."

"So?"

"So that means you can tell me." Arthur probed. Couldn't Merlin get the point? Arthur was trying to let him know that they were friends, and that Merlin could tell him anything! Absolutely anything.

"Well that's true. You see, if you weren't a prince I'd tell you to mind your own damn business."

That almost got a smile out of Arthur. Finally! A snappy retort! But this retort was a little too snappy, and Merlin still hadn't told him what was wrong.

"Merlin," Alright, time for a taunt, "Are you missing Gaius?"

"Something like that."

Arthur was fed up with Merlin avoiding the question. With a smile he tossed his pillow at Merlin, "Well what is it, then?" The pillow hit Merlin's face, and that got him to respond.

"I'll tell you."

Silence. Merlin was thinking, and Arthur knew it.

"I'm worried about everyone back in Camelot. I hope they're alright." Merlin said in a rush.

Arthur signed inwardly. He knew what Merlin said was a lie, and that he wasn't going to get the truth out of him. This saddened Arthur a bit, because he wanted Merlin to know that they were friends. Perhaps one day he'll tell him, but right now Arthur had too much pride. So, he just went along with the lie.

"So do I."