Arthur awoke to a loud bleeping. Jumping to his feet to grab his sword he began to notice that his surroundings were not his chambers. He searched for his sword only for it to be hung upon the wall, framed in intricately carved wood and covered in the clearest glass he'd ever seen, not that the prince cared about the quality of the glass. He punched through the glass, grabbing the hilt of the sword and heading to the doorway. Ignoring the pain in his bleeding knuckles, Arthur observed there was light coming in from under the door. He carefully turned the doorknob and opened the door slowly, sword at the ready.

The crowned prince peeked through the crack in the door to see if there was anyone in the hallway, and upon it being empty he ran out into the hallway. He made his way down the hall, stopping at a turn in the hall and checking around the corner before continuing. Nothing looked familiar. Everything seemed blindingly bright and the walls were covered in some sort of paper. It wasn't like any castle he had ever been in or seen anywhere in Albion. Arthur stopped suddenly when he heard footsteps. They were soft, muddled by the carpet on the floor.

Arthur was poised to swing as soon as the person turned the corner. As soon as the person began to turn the corner, Arthur recognized the face of his manservant. He dropped his sword to his side in relief, seeing Merlin freely walking around meant that the situation was probably not very dangerous.

"What are you carrying that around for?" Merlin asked, looking at the sword with an expression of confusion and fear.

"What do you mean what am I carrying it around for?" Arthur responded indignantly, though Merlin's confusion did not seem to fade. "Whatever have you got that look for?"

Merlin seemed to be at a loss for words for a long moment. "Your hand's bleeding." He pointed out, as if Arthur hadn't already noticed the rather obvious fact.

"I've noticed that, Merlin. Someone put my sword into a bloody glass case."

"You broke the case? You're obviously still concussed. You need to get some rest." Merlin instructed, gingerly trying to take the sword from Arthur.

"What are you saying? I don't need rest. I need to find out what's going on! Where are we?" Arthur asked, yanking the sword out of Merlin's reach.

Merlin's eyebrows furrowed in further confusion, "You don't know where you are?" He asked.

"Are you to say you do?"

"Of course I do. We're in your house, you clotpole." Merlin said. "And since you don't remember that means you should go back to your room and rest while I call Gaius."

"This isn't my house! And go ahead and call Gaius, he'll tell you that you're mad." Arthur stated, wincing slightly as the adrenaline wore off and he noticed not only the stinging in his hand, but also a throbbing in his head.

"Whatever you say, Arthur, let's just get you back to bed." Merlin said, starting to lead Arthur back towards the room from which he came.

Arthur begrudgingly followed, figuring that soon either Gaius would sort this whole mess out or Arthur would find his own way out of whatever situation he'd gotten himself into this time.

Merlin took the sword from Arthur as he sat down on the bed. Looking around he said, "Really made a mess of the place, haven't you?" Arthur looked around the room. There were glass shards on the ground along with a few drops of blood, clothes were scattered around the unfamiliar room and the curtains were drawn blocking out the light. All over all it looked no messier than his usual room.

Arthur shrugged, "Go ahead and fetch Gaius would you?"

Merlin handed Arthur a couple of clean clothes. "For you hand, you have no idea how hard it is to get a stain out of your expensive bedsheets." He chucked as Arthur wrapped the washcloths around his hand.

Merlin reached into his pocket and pulled out a rectangle. It seemed to be made of metal and glass and produce its own light. "What on earth is that?" Arthur asked.

"You asked me to call Gaius, so I'm calling him." Merlin answered, not answering Arthur's question, but instead putting the rectangle up to his ear. Arthur could have sworn he heard a faint ringing for a few moments before Merlin started talking again. "Gaius. Yes. He woke up. No. He seems confused. Yeah. I found him wandering in the hallway. Okay. See you soon."

Arthur's face was contorted into extreme confusion. "How… What…?"

"Just try and get some rest. Gaius said he'll been over soon." Merlin insisted.

"What do you mean? How does Gaius know to come?" Arthur's questions seemed to multiply the in his head the more he verbalized.

"How many questions are you going to ask before you just get some rest?" Merlin rebutted.

Arthur huffed and fell back onto the strangely soft bed. He wanted answers, but it seemed like Merlin seemed not to want to give them to him. "You may go." He said, dismissing his manservant.

"Okay." Merlin said, exiting the room without another room.

That was odd, thought Arthur. Merlin almost always said sire or your majesty or some form of a formal address. Come to think of it, Merlin hadn't used any sort of title since Arthur had woken up. Arthur stared the ceiling, trying to make sense of any subtle clues that Merlin might had dropped. So this was his chambers… or Merlin had said his room. He sighed loudly, shutting his eyes against his throbbing head. Why was his bloody head hurting so badly? And what was that persistent humming sound? He considered calling Merlin and asking him, but he doubted that Merlin would truly answer his questions.

Just a few minutes had passed before he heard a light knock on the door followed by the entering of Gaius and Merlin. Arthur began to sit up as a bright light suddenly flipped on from above.

"What is that light?" Arthur asked, blocking his eyes from the brightness.

"It's the light. You know the thing above your head." Merlin answered, gesturing towards the source of the light, a chandelier lacking candles, but instead having odd balls of glass.

"But there are no candles or torches, how is it making light?" Arthur asked another question, hoping for a good explanation.

Gaius, seeming to ignore Arthur's question, spoke. "Do you know who you are?"

Arthur furrowed his eyebrows. "Of course I do, what kind of question is that?"

"Your name, please." Gaius insisted.

"Arthur Pendragon. Seriously, Gaius, why are you asking me my name?" Arthur asked, noticing Gaius writing something down. Gaius never took notes during exams, nor did he ever carry around a sizable folder.

"Do you know where you are?" Gaius said, moving on to the next question.

"Merlin said I'm in my room, but to be honest I have no clue." Arthur said, rubbing his hand over his eyes in exasperation. Why were none of his questions answered when he was the crowned prince.

Gaius wrote something else down and asked another question, "Do you know the date?"

"It's early spring." Arthur said. He rarely paid attention to the exact day, that was what servants were for.

"And the year?"

"498." Arthur answered.

Gaius looked rather concerned as he wrote something else down. "What do you remember, before the hospital?"

"The hospital? What's a hospital?" Arthur asked. "Can someone just please explain to me what's going on?" Arthur could feel himself getting more and more frustrated by the moment.

"You seem to be presenting with an abnormal form of amnesia. You suffered from a concussion two days ago and were transferred home yesterday afternoon, March 5th, 2015." Gaius started to explain. "The best thing is to rest, hopefully most of your memories will restore themselves with ti-"

"2015! That's not possible. And where am I?" Arthur interrupted a knot of fear in his stomach. Gaius said he had only been asleep a couple of days, not 1500 years.

"You're in your home on the outskirts of London." Gaius answered. "I really must insist you get some rest. I can run some additional tests tomorrow, but for now it's best you try your best to stay relaxed."

Merlin chuckled. "Arthur relaxed, yeah right."

Under normal circumstances Arthur would have thrown something at Merlin's head, but this was not normal circumstances. He nodded solemnly, deciding there was not much else he could get out of the physician. "You're dismissed, Gaius."

Gaius nodded. "I will talk to you father when he gets home and I'm sure he'll want to talk to you as well." Gaius said before exiting the room.

Arthur had barely noticed Merlin cleaning up the broken glass on the ground as he lied back down on the bed; trying to make sense of the information he was just given.

A/N: First Merlin fanfic. I am doing my best to do research and keep everyone as in-time in-character as possible. Please leave a review~~