A/N: You may be wondering what happened to my other story,(but you probably aren't) The Chat. Erm, well.. If you actually want to know, just say so in a review, or pm or whatever.

I am planning on making this a little place for some drabbles/ omeshots/whatever-you-call-'em's. Prompts would be cool, but I know I probably won't get any seeing as how there are many better authors doing things like this. Most will probably be Merlin-centric, as I understand his character the best, but I am willing to try some other characters though it probably wouldn't be all that good. They will also probably be hurt/comfort, friendship, adventure, and probably won't be romance seeing as how I've never written that before and am not too keen on trying, but, who knows? Also I won't be doing any slash, nothing against it, I just can't write it and don't really want to all that much.

Anyways, if you read this, thanks! I'll stop writing this short story and get onto the real one, hope you like it at least a little bit!

Disclaimer: Yeah, I think everyone would know if suddenly Merlin was owned by someone else. (This goes for every story in here)

8-X-M-X-8

"Go muck out the stables, Merlin," Arthur said. Merlin was starting to get on his nerves.

He turned to find Merlin still standing there, "Well? What are you standing there for? I just gave you a job to do, did I not?"

"Well, sire, you see, I just got back from mucking out the stables, so there's nothing to muck out," Merlin said. It was slightly awkward as Arthur's face reddened and his mouth opened and closed multiple times.

"Well... Go... muck out...," here Arthur scratched the back of his head, "... Sir Leon's stables."

Merlin sighed, "Fine, my lord." He left to go muck out Sir Leon's stables...

8-X-M-X-8

Later that day Merlin found himself having a serious case of déjà vu. Arthur had ordered Merlin to muck out the stables (again) before he could stop himself. Arthur was not in the mood for banter today, though maybe he shouldn't be so hard on Merlin, but he just wanted some quiet.

"Um... Arthur-," Merlin began to say when Arthur interrupted.

"Yes, Merlin, I know. You already mucked out the stables. So, you wouldn't have any problems with cleaning out Gaius's leach tank, then, would you," Arthur asked, an evil glint in his eye.

"What.. How do you know about the leach tank," Merlin asked, confused and not liking this turn of events one bit.

"Well, Merlin, who do you think my father sent me to when I was a child and he needed to do some buisness and not be disturbed," Arthur asked, pleased with the startled look that came to his manservant's face at the mention of the leach tank. "Now, run along Merlin. We wouldn't want those leaches' tank to be dirty, now would we?"

Merlin grumbled as he left the room. Arthur, assured that it would take him a while to finish cleaning the leach tank, realized he had just sent his only excuse to procrastinate out the door. So, begrudgingly, he sat down at his desk to work on the paperwork he had been putting off until today...

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So, it's not too long, and probably only slightly entertaining, but it was only half-baked idea, so.. Any ways, my friend, IceDiva21, suggested I do a Merlin/Lancelot role reversal. Ideas are welcome! As are constructive criticism and requests/prompts.