Whilst we're waiting for my next story, I thought I would treat you to something. Btw, I literally just wrote this so sorry for the mistakes. (Hopefully there aren't any.)

One-shot 5x03. I noticed that Arthur never really took any notice of Uther's last words, so naturally, my brain started coming up with crazy ideas again.

Enjoy!

Merlin has…. What?

Merlin slowly looked up as he heard the heavy footsteps coming towards him in the armoury. Uther was coming, and he was trapped, two spears pinning him the wall by his brown jacket.

Uther walked towards Merlin, "It will give me great pleasure killing you." He said with disgust as he raised his sword, ready to end the sorcerer's life. How could he have let a sorcerer live under his nose the whole time?

"Father!" Arthur called out as he came around the corner, entering the room. He was faced with Uther pointing his sword at Merlin as his servant was stuck, unable to defend himself.

Uther turned quickly at the sound of his son's voice. They looked at each other for a moment until Arthur raised the horn he held in his hand above his head. He was going to end this before Uther hurt anyone else.

"Arthur, no!" Uther pleaded. "Please. Whatever I have done, I have done for Camelot." He had made the kingdom what it was. He had made it strong. No one dared attack Camelot whilst he was king. He had pursued the evil that plagued the land, magic users and magical creatures alike, to protect his citizens. Arthur was weak in his rule. He had forgotten what it was to be a leader and a king. His son had even allowed commoners, commoners to become knights. How was he to know they were truly loyal to the kingdom?

"You've had you turn," Arthur said, "now it's mine." He had brought peace throughout the five kingdoms. He had even made peace with the druids. No one else had done that. It was by listening to the people around you, finding out their views, that you could make the right decisions. He had a wise and beautiful queen, and had close and most loyal knights, that he knew he could trust with his life. His father had been wrong.

Arthur brought the horn to his mouth and got ready to blow. He loved his father, but he knew what had to be done.

"Merlin has…" Uther roared as he was interrupted by the noise of the horn, and was rightfully sent back to the other world where he belonged.

Both the king and his servant took deep breaths. Merlin couldn't help but think what a close call that had been. Firstly, Uther had almost run him through with a sword, and secondly, the same man had almost told Arthur his deepest secret, the one secret which his mother had drilled into him from birth to guard with his life. Relief flooded through him, and he could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, threatening to fall.

Arthur pulled the horn slowly away from his mouth. Uther was gone. Arthur couldn't believe his father had been willing to kill him over Camelot, and Uther had been so close to killing Merlin as well. If Arthur had arrived any later, he feared the sight that would have met him. He couldn't help but keep thinking of his father. The words he had spoken before he had disappeared. 'Merlin has….'

He suddenly looked a Merlin, realising the man was struggling to get free as he was still stuck to the wall behind him by the spears. He immediately rushed over to help, pulling the two spears without barely any effort. "Honestly, Merlin, you're completely useless." he grumbled.

"Thank you, Sire" Merlin replied sarcastically whilst straightening his jacket, which now had two holes in it. He would have to fix that later; another thing to add to his ever-growing list. "How about we get out of here?" Merlin asked rhetorically, getting ready to walk back to the main area of the castle.

"Merlin." Arthur said, ignoring Merlin completely, making his servant pause.

"Sire?"

"What was my father going to say?" he questioned. Merlin must know.

"I don't know what you mean, Arthur?" said Merlin, trying to avoid the question. He didn't like where this was going.

Arthur took a frustrated breath; he could tell Merlin was evading him. "Before we sent him back, Merlin." the king paused. "He said 'Merlin has…' but he didn't finish." He looked Merlin straight in the eyes. "What would be so important that you have, that my father used his last words to try and tell me?"

"I don't know." replied Merlin, but Arthur could tell he was panicked. It was deep in his eyes, but it was there.

"Please, don't lie to me, Merlin." said the king desperately. "Over the years I've had enough people lie and deceive me. I think I deserve better than that from you."

Merlin froze. What should he do? There was nothing he could say. Arthur already knew there was something to tell and whatever Merlin made up, he knew it wouldn't fool his friend now. "I don't know if I can tell you." he said honestly.

"Merlin," started Arthur, trying to be understanding. "Whatever it is, I won't judge you for it. I don't want there to be any secrets between us."

"You say that now." Merlin could feel tears welling up in his eyes again. Why was Arthur doing this to him? Why couldn't he just leave it alone? Things were better the way they were.

"Merlin, please." the king begged, "You can trust me."

"I…I ha… I have…. I can't, Arthur!" yelled Merlin "You're not ready!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Arthur was really confused now. "Surely I should decide if I'm ready to know or not?"

"You'll hate me." said Merlin, his tears now flowing down his face. For once in his life he was truly scared. He rushed to wipe his face clear as he dared to look back at Arthur.

"I promise you, Merlin. Whatever it is? I will not hate you." This caused Merlin to quickly become very interested in his hands. Arthur would hate him, he was sure of it.

What Arthur got as a reply was nothing but a mumble, his servant continued to look at his hands. "Merlin, I couldn't hear what you said." he spoke simply.

"I have magic, Arthur."

Well there ya go. I love a good ending. *wink*

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