Merlin's busy day had finally come to an end. He walked home from work to tiny apartment that he shared with his room mates Guinevere and Lancelot.

The three of them were quite the odd trio. Merlin was an immortal warlock, Lance had been raised from the dead... from the 5th century, and Gwen was a ghost.

"I'm home," Merlin announced, though he knew the odds of getting any answer were slim to none.

Lance had finally found love again in the 21st century and he was always either spending time with his girl or sitting in his room pining over her.

Merlin and Gwen were not always on the friendliest of terms. He was pretty sure that she blamed him for her current predicament. Though she claimed the blame was no ones but her own. But it had been his suggestion for her to go visit Arthur at the Stones of Nemeton. Truth be told it was for his own selfish reasons of wanting to see him again too. Arthur had forbid him never to return after the first time Merlin had gone there to say hello.

Merlin had assumed things would go over easier if Gwen showed up with him and of course the Queen was more than thrilled over the idea of seeing Arthur again. But it had resulted in her death when she had refused to leave him. Merlin had panicked and tried to save her but had only resulted in teethering her to the mortal plane so that she couldn't even be with Arthur in their ghost forms nor could she ever die to join him, since she was technically already dead.

Without a ruler or an heir, Camelot had fallen. Merlin and Gwen had parted ways for many long years... 1500, to be exact. It was only last week when they had stumbled across one another and decided to put the past behind them and start anew. Merlin had invited Gwen to be his roommate and she had graciously accepted.

Lance's was another story all together. Sometime last year Merlin had been messing around with magic, as usual, trying to ensure that Lancelot's soul had truly found peace. He believed that to be the case since in Lance's final moments he had seemed like himself again but Merlin had longed to be sure.

Merlin had miscalculated his spell and somehow conjured Lancelot back from the dead. Luckily not as a wraith! Afterwards, Merlin had tried the same spell for Arthur but it sadly hadn't worked.

Lance was flesh and blood but they liked to joke that he was "undead" on account of all the times he had returned from death.

Merlin walked into the kitchen and saw Gwen.

"Hello Merlin," she said kindly.

"Oh hi Gwen. How was your day?" Merlin realized that he should just stop asking questions like that. Her days were always the same.

She gave him a patient smile, as an understanding passed between them, but said nothing.

"And er... how's Lance?" Merlin guessed he knew the answer to this as well but he was really just trying to find something to talk about so it wasn't so awkward between himself and Gwen. They used to be such good friends, once upon a time. He hoped one day they could find that again.

"He misses his girlfriend. He hasn't been out of his room. I peeked my head through the wall a few times and he was just laying in bed every time."

That sounded about right. "I'm sure she will be done with finals and her summer job soon enough and then hopefully things will return to normal."

Gwen gave a polite nod. The subject of love was difficult at times but she wanted to be there for her friends any time they needed to talk. That was just about the only thing she could do now.

Merlin stayed for a few moments longer and then left the room. He would try to bond with Gwen one of these days. He didn't see why they shouldn't, they both had one major thing in common... they both missed Arthur. But perhaps that was the same thing that kept them apart, perhaps it would never be the same without him.

Merlin hesitated as he passed Lance's door but then decided to keep on going to his own room. His day had been pretty rough too. He didn't like that he felt bitter at times with Lance for how mopey he got after not seeing his girlfriend for only a few hours when Merlin might never see his best friend again. Today he didn't feel like dealing with it.

He flopped on his bed and pulled out his iPod and stuck the ear buds into his ears. Then he closed his eyes and let the music take him far far away, to happier times.