Diclaimer: I'm a lazy sod, ad as far as I'm concerned these will all be chapters of the same story so I'm going to put a disclaimer on the front and just ask that you assume application to all chapters of this story. I don't own BBC Merlin, or any of it's characters or settings I might steal for this story, Though I maintain that they can't own the names Arthur, Merlin or Camelot as they are part of ancient legends that make up the very small amount of mythology that england has and surely that belongs to all british people. I do own the plot, any new settings I might invent (Not sure what I'm writing yet) and any original character.

Kajos: Right that's the boring stuff out the way, sorry fr the rant there. I just don't like to let people think that history can belong to the BBC just because they make a TV Series of it, a rather historically inaccurate one at that though I'm not complaining because the slash factor of Arthur/Merlin hits higher enough on my scale that the nerve centres of my brain that care about continuity shut down. I have no idea what I'm about to right, what the setting, style or even plot line of it will be but hey I can enjoy the surprise just as much as you do! Though I suspect it will be some form of odd AU as that's my normal style. What do people think of space age Arthur? Or even better military modern Merlin? Yes, I like that… Right lets go with that one.



Welcome reader to Insworth Royal Airforce Base. Not really where our story starts I think, but I'll decide where it did start later…possibly in chapter three. Any way it was a dismal Gloucestershire day, full of grey clouds a bit of drizzle and nothing much really happening. Except that in a simple very sterile room of a flat a new officer was dropping his bags, fresh out of university his shirt was still itchy with newness. He wasn't much pleased with his placement, Insworth was a rather back of beyond posting mostly housing men between tours of duty or "military" intelligence people working down the road in cheltenham.

His father though had been determined that he should not be placed in danger or given preferential treatment, a bit of an oxymoron but then again parents always seemed to be full of those. So he had been sent here. The most ridiculous thing of all was the job he had been given. Training. All he knew was that the military wanted some civilian given a rank and sent out into combat, but he needed to pass through training first. He had so far cracked two training sergeants, one officer and twelve psychologists. He was not in bad shape just impossible according to all reports. No discipline, no respect and worst of all, he seemed to be able to do somethings ridiculously well when needed but the second you looked to closely or tried to test him he failed.

Well, he was his fathers son, he wouldn't be beaten by some useless over the hill scientist. Speaking of which he really had been hoping to get that file on him read at some point, but Merlin Emrys file filled two boxes. Mostly of complaints forms and certificates of brilliance. He was away this weekend at some lecture somewhere, but on Monday he would go full steam ahead. His father had plans and wanted the man ready to go in six months. Arthur thought this far more time than he needed but then if he finished early or did a particularly excellent job maybe he could transfer out of this place quickly. It was damn near almost Wales!


No way was the teenager hanging around some convention for the whole weekend, no matter what he might be told to do. He going home to his X-box, a two litre bottle of Pepsi Max and the biggest bag of doritos he could get. After all there was nothing else he was required to do for the weekend.

Drill sergeant number three had been a doddle, a few nice comments, a sneaky change of timetabling for the assault course so oddly enough their session was already double booked and giving him a nice run-a-round the doughnut and he had applied for a transfer. One he was given. He had a week or so before his new victim was brought in and though he had to go into work on Monday he was free till then, and anyway, work wasn't bad. Everyone got a laugh at his military escorts. It was funny, what did they think he was going to do, run away? If so they were rather bad about stopping him as he climbed down the drainpipe out side the uni dorm.


There was a nock on the door the next morning.

"Enter." He called sullenly from his sheets, he had drunken a little too much the night before thinking he didn't need to get out of bed until 2.

"Capitan Pendragon, sir?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"The Base chief wants to speak to you. Your starting your job a bit early." He looked up to check as was satisfied to see that the officer was of equal rank meaning he hadn't been misplaced in his tone and neither had the other man.

"Why? Is Emrys back early?"

"No, Pendragon." The officer smirked. "He's gone AWOL."

Kajos: Well, that went better than expected. Sounds like it could pan out to something interesting. I certainly think I shall continue writing this if there is a call for the rest to be written. Read and review please. I like comments and ideas are welcome, honestly. I make this up sat at my keyboard as I go along. I didn't even know what was going to happen when the bloke nocked on the door.