"There is no such thing as magic!"

That's what most people have tried to tell her since she was a child. Hogwarts is not a real school. Light can play terrible tricks on you and fireflies are just fireflies - not fairies.

But Jocelyn Truesun, a girl of the mature age of 18, has never accepted this. She likes to think of Thor when thunder strikes and Dementors whenever she feels sad or angry without a reason. She's been laughed at, only slightly encouraged, for believing the impossible.

"Just because you can't see or touch something doesn't mean it's not real!" has always been her argument. It is a darn shame, according to her, that people have forgotten what magic is like and, therefore, have no way of finding it again.

Winter has passed and for half a year Jocelyn has been studying a University. She was excited to begin a more grown-up life, but soon realized it was way to dry and small-minded.

"It's as if the lecturers are paid to suck the fun out of everything!" she explains to her parents. "Take Social Science for instance: My essay was neglected for being, and I quote, 'too much speculation and not enough fact'. But the bloody teacher already said we can't base our answers on fact! 'Sometimes we have to think for ourselves'. That's what I did! And what do I end up with?"

In moments like these her best comfort is to cuddle up in a duvet and watch episode-after-episode of her favorite TV-show: Merlin. Since it aired the first time in 2008, her love for the characters has grown great. The arrogant jet compassionate Arthur, Gwen's kindness and irritating modesty, Morgana's good-hearted self, the goofy and noble knights and Gaius' changing hair... Even King Uther has some of her affection, but only because she doesn't have to be around him herself.

Merlin smiles on the computer screen and Jocelyn can't help but smile, too. Oh Merlin! He's one of a kind. She has seen him sacrifice so much for the greater good. Having to hide his secret for 5 seasons, losing people he loves... It should be too much for one person. Even if it's just a story, Jocelyn would like to ease the weight on his shoulders.

"Joyce, dear?" her mother cries from the kitchen. "Will you please step out of Camelot for a moment?"

She unwillingly closes the computer and walks into the living room. She sits down at the round table and sighs deeply. Jocelyn's eyes are tired, grey rings are hanging over her freckles. Her joyful spirit is saddened...

"Look here, sweety," her mother says. "I'm sending you on vacation."

Jocelyn is startled.

"What?"

"You need a break. I'd like to suggest that you can stay home for a couple of weeks, but then I suspect you would do nothing besides walk around in your own world."

Jocelyn grins at the likely prediction.

"So what do you have in mind?" she wonders.

Her mother shrugs her shoulders.

"You're choice! As long as you get some rest and enjoy yourself for a change. Maybe practice your French a little?"

Jocelyn finds her suggestion hard to grasp. Is she supposed to just take off somewhere and her parents are fine with it?

"Mom, are you serious?"

"See it as an early birthday present!"

So, I just realized I haven't written a fanfic on MERLIN jet! I don't know how this is going to be, but I like the concept of someone traveling in time and ending up in a well-known fictional world... Hope we'll all like it!