JG: Okay guys, this one is in my Blog Stories and One Shots...I was told to expand it so...Here is part one of The Dragon's Call. :) Enjoy!

Disclaimer: JelloGirl323 does not own Merlin or Doctor Who.

The Doctor fiddled with the virus knobs and levers around the consul of the TARDIS. His brown eyes sparkled with excitement, and he was chattering excitedly. "Just you wait; this is going to be brilliant! You are going to see the coliseum, the tower of Hercules, maybe even Augustus Caesar. Won't that be exciting?"

A snort came from his companion. The companion was a tall young boy of about nineteen with ebony black hair that-quite like the Doctor's- stuck up in odd places. His eyes were a deep ocean blue that had a kind of peculiar 'goofy-wisdom' in them. He wore a blue button up shirt with brown slacks and a long brown trench coat quite like the one the Doctor wore. He also wore a red neck scarf, something that would look quite odd on anyone else but seemed to suit him. "Right," He said smirking "The last time you said we were going on an 'exciting' trip we ended up running for our lives as the natives chased us down plotting to kill us. So tell me father, will this trip be the same?"

The Doctor looked at his son with a faint scowl. "Really Merlin," He commented dryly "One would think that a son would trust his father more often."

"I do trust you," Merlin commented with a smile then his smile turned into a smirk. "I trust that you will get us into trouble. Which you always do. Remember the 'misunderstanding' we had with the Leeke people?"

Pouting the Doctor twirled a lever then turned to look at his son. "That was one time. And I told you I had it sorted."

Snickering Merlin shook his head. "Yeah I highly doubt about to get your head chopped off would qualify as 'I had it sorted'."

"Oi!" The Doctor huffed "That's enough of you. Now-" His words were cut off as the TARDIS gave an almighty lurch then started to promptly spin out of control.

"Dad! What's going on?" Merlin yelped hanging onto the railing for dear life.

"I don't know! She's just going berserk!" The Doctor then proceeded to pat the consul comfortingly. "There, there, what's wrong with you?" He cooed looking at the monitor curiously. The TARDIS hummed in reply. "Really? Well what's wrong with were I wanted to go?" The Doctor asked curiously. More humming. "Well! No need to get snippy. And what do you mean by 'destiny'?" Another Hum. "Alright. Fine be that way."

"Uh...Dad? Care to tell me where we are going?"

"I...uh... actually don't know." The Doctor said shrugging cheerfully. "What? The TARDIS is driving and won't tell me where we are going. It's not like I planned this! We were going to Ancient Rome!"

All further comments were stopped when the TARDIS came to a stop with another big jerk. The Doctor looked at the monitor with surprise. "Camelot? What are we doing here?" He wondered out loud. The TARDIS hummed again. "Oh really? Well then we must go look around."

With that the Doctor and Merlin walked over the door and proceeded to go out and look around. They were in the woods outside of a big castle. Just as Merlin was about to start walking to the castle his dad stopped him by grabbing his elbow.

"Where do you think you are going?" The Doctor asked

"Well I thought that we were going to look around..." Merlin said raising an eyebrow. "That is what we are doing aren't we?"

The Doctor glanced around feeling that something was not right. "No that is what I am doing. You are going to stay here and watch the TARDIS."

"What?" Merlin glared at his father. "That is so unfair. You said that I could come with you."

"Well I changed my mind." The Doctor commented then started to walk away. "Stay here, and don't leave the TARDIS."

"Yes Father," Merlin said with a fair amount of sarcasm.

Merlin waited until his father was out of sight then started forward curiously. The TARDIS hummed in warning. Glancing back Merlin smiled reassuringly. "I'm only going to look around. I'll be back soon. What's the worst that could happen?"

-.-

The Doctor walked around the city of Camelot thinking on what the TARDIS had told him. "A great destiny will find you. You must help restore balance to the world." He muttered looking around for what ever this 'destiny' might be and how exactly the world was unbalanced. He couldn't find anything that looked remotely 'unbalanced' frowning he stopped a nearby peasant. "Excuse me," He muttered pulling out his psychic paper and showing it to the man. "I'm the Doctor, I was wondering if you've noticed anything odd."

"Odd?" The man asked looking at him strangely. "What 'cho mean by odd?"

"Odd...you know... peculiar, note worthy, anything out of the ordinary."

"Ah! Well if you must know-" The man was cut off by horns being blown.

Everyone looked up to a balcony on the castle. A man with gray hair and a crown stood there looking tall and proud. He looked around at his people. "Let this serve as a lesson to all. This man, Thomas James Collins, is judged guilty of conspiring to use enchantments and magic. And, pursuant to the laws of Camelot, I, Uther Pendragon, have decreed that such practices are banned on penalty of death. I pride myself as a fair and just king, but for the crime of sorcery there is but one sentence I can pass."

At his word there was a metallic 'shink' then a sickly thud. Pushing through the crowd with a feeling of dread settling in his gut the Doctor gasped when he saw the body of a man slumped across the platform that he was on. "Oh no..." He breathed thinking about his son.

Then King Uther continued looking grim. "When I came to this land, this kingdom was mired in chaos, but with the people's help magic was driven from the realm. So I declare a festival to celebrate twenty years since the Great Dragon was captured and Camelot freed from the evil of sorcery. Let the celebrations begin."

'Celebrations?' The Doctor thought with a scowl. 'Chopping someone's head off is not a cause for celebration.'

His thoughts were interrupted when a lady close by started to howl in misery. "There is only one evil in this land, and it is not magic! It is you! With your hatred and your ignorance! You killed my son! But I promise you, before these celebrations are over, you will share my tears. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a son for a son."

"Now that sounded like a threat if I've ever heard one." The Doctor commented to himself quietly.

With a cry of "Seize her!" The guards sprung into action rushing forward to grab the old lady. But it seemed that the old crone had a trick or two up her sleeve. Muttering furiously under her breath she diapered in a cloud of wind, dust and smoke.

"Well that could have gone better." The Doctor muttered to himself. "Now to go warn Merlin." With that he started to run towards where the TARDIS was parked, knocking over some people in the process.

-.-

Merlin walked around the court yard looking for his dad. Feeling hopelessly lost he stopped a nearby maidservant. "Excuse me?" He asked sheepishly. "I've seen to have gotten lost. Have you seen The Doctor? I need to find him."

"Doctor?" The girl asked curiously.

"Yeah...ah... that is to say he's a healer. You know 'helps people with getting better'?"

The girl nodded. "Oh you must mean the court physician, here let me show you..."

Wondering faintly what she meant by 'court physician' Merlin followed the girl sheepishly. "I'm Merlin, by the way." He commented.

"I'm Guinevere, but most people call me Gwen. I'm the Lady Morgana's maid." The girl, now named Gwen, said smiling then she stopped in front of a set of stone steps. "You'll find him up there."

"Uh...thanks Gwen." Merlin said smiling then he turned to look at the steps. "Well, it can't hurt to look around." He mumbled to himself.

Climbing the stairs he opened the door cautiously. "Hello? Anyone here?" Going in farther he looked up and saw an elderly man on a rickety wooden balcony. "Hello?" He called again a little louder.

The elderly man turned around swiftly, too swiftly and started to fall backwards...Without thinking Merlin's eye glowed a brilliant gold and he slowed the time around the falling man enough to magically move the bed to cushion his fall.

Feeling slightly proud of himself for his quick thinking, Merlin grinned but that grin fell off his face when the man said the next words. "What did you just do?" It wasn't so much the words that startled Merlin but the tone in which they were said. It sounded accusing, frightened...and a little bit awed.

"Erm..." Merlin mumbled sheepishly.

"Tell me!" The man demanded looking at Merlin sharply.

Still confused, lost and wondering where his dad was...Merlin did the only thing he could think of. Deny all possible acts of course. "I—I- I have no idea what happened."

"If anyone had seen that..." The man trailed off ominously.

Feeling slightly nervous as to what exactly would happen if someone had seen him Merlin again denied that it had anything to do with him. "Er, no! That-that was- that was nothing to do with me. That-that was..." he trailed off not knowing exactly what to say it was.

"I know what it was!" The man exclaimed impatiently. "I just want to know where you learned how to do it!"

Now feeling more nervous and confused Merlin mumbled "Nowhere." It was true after all. He had always done magic...he never learned it from anyone.

"So how is it you know magic?" The man asked suspiciously.

"I don't." Merlin found himself saying automatically.

Glaring slightly at him the man asked "Where did you study? Answer me!" He added when Merlin hesitated. He looked at him sternly with a look that dared Merlin to lie to him.

"I-I've never studied magic or, or been taught." Merlin explained quickly.

"Are you lying to me, boy?" The man asked his eyes narrowing dangerously.

Feeling at a loss Merlin shrugged slightly. "What do you want me to say?"

"The Truth!"

"I was born like this!" Merlin burst out.

"That's impossible." The man muttered then seemed to blink. "Who are you?"

"Oh...erm...I'm Merlin." Merlin said absently.

The man's eyes went wide. "Hunith's son?" He breathed

"Who?" Merlin wondered.

"Your mother." The man supplied still looking shocked.

Merlin's face dropped into a confused frown. "I-I don't have a mother. Only a father. I don't know what happened to my mother. My father said he found me alone." and on the TARDIS Merlin supplied to himself mentally.

"Oh...well then..." The man muttered awkwardly looking away. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Yes actually, I've been looking for my father." Merlin supplied smiling sheepishly. "He's the Doctor."

"You mean a physician?" The man asked. "I'm Gaius by the way."

"Nice to meet you Gaius. And yeah, I suppose you could call him that." Merlin finished with a shrug."He's tall, like me, and has wild looking hair with brown eyes. Wearing a pin-stripped suit...long brown over coat."

"I haven't seen anyone like that sorry. Although if I do I'll be sure to tell you." Gaius said apologetically.

"Well thanks." Merlin said starting towards the door. Then he stopped and looked at Gaius sheepishly. "You won't say anything about..." He trailed off meaningfully.

"No," Gaius assured him with a small smile. "Although Merlin, I should say thank you."

-.-

The Doctor raced up the slope his hearts nearly stopping when he noticed that Merlin wasn't outside leaning against the TARDIS waiting for him like he normally was. "Okay... there has to be a logical explanation. He's just...inside." The Doctor muttered to himself. He smiled. "Yeah, that's it. He's gotten bored again and went inside to read." With that he stepped inside and called out for his son. He was met with silence. "No..." He moaned looking around "Where did he go?"

The TARDIS hummed agitatedly causing one of his hearts to stop then start again.

"He WHAT?" He yelled in dismay. "Are you sure?" More Humming. "What do you mean 'it's all right'?! Merlin is missing in a city were magic is punishable by death!" Some more humming. "I will not calm down! Not until he is here safe and sound!" The TARDIS hummed again sounding slightly pleading. "What do you mean it's his 'destiny'?" The TARDIS hummed for a minute. "Well how can you be sure?" More humming again this time more agitated. "Well you don't need to get snippy."

JG: Well How'd you guys like it? Was it believable? I would be ever so grateful if you'd do me the pleasure of reviewing.