AN: Something I began writing for the enjoyment of my friends in the Heart of Camelot. ( www . theheartofcamelot . com )
Gaius was pacing back and forth in his chambers, he was nervous and worried, Merlin was late, missing. He was supposed to be back from his herb hunt four days ago. Something must have gone gravely wrong. The king knew that his manservant was missing and he had sent out search parties, some of them had returned with no news, some were still out there, searching.
The old physician sat down, hiding his face in his hands. He couldn't lose Merlin, the only thing that really mattered to him, and the one person he considered as a son. His old heart wouldn't be able to take it if the news were bad… if they got any news at all. It was like the young man had just disappeared.
