Diclaimer: I don't Merlin, because if I would... Heh...

AN: English isn't my mother language and not even my second, so please show me my mistakes!:) I will try to improve, because this is my first experience, and I know that many things are wrong...

Mordred is back, with a plan how to make Merlin his, and he doesn't intend to back down...

Chapter 2

"So he is coming with us?", Arthur furrowed his brow, staring at the young man, who seemed odly familiar.

"Please, sire?", added Merlin with an uncertain smile.

Mordred stood some feets away, looking without any expression at the pair, asking himsel again why such a strong sorcerer as Emrys had to be a servant. The soon-to-be king wasn't sure, but Mordred knew, that in the end he would agree.

"Well, you never seem to get your duties done, so maybe a helper would change something,", said Arthur nodding in a mocking way.

"Thank you, sire!", Merlin's smile looked forced even to the knights, and as he turned around Mordred heard a faint "Prat!".

The other knights waited patiently at the gate feeling aware of the presence of Mordred. Something about the young man made them feel threatened, so the the decision wasn't met with great approval. Merlin couldn't help but agree, nervously casting glances at the druid.

"Here!", Arthur gave Merlin the weapons, which were needed to hunt properly.

Merlin, who wasn't as strong as the prince almost fell under the heavy weight of the weapons, thinking about the idea of giving some parts to Mordred. But seeing the uninterested look in the eyes of the young man, Merlin cursed under his breath and hurring after the knights.

"Don't you think, that as the helper of my servant, you should also help him?", Arthur watched Mordred.

His gaze was met with the fire in the blue eyes, so he stepped back out of surprise. As the staring continued, Arthur found himself getting a little bit nervous. Mordred seemed to pick up on this and smiled on of his evil smiles.

"My knights need me, but anyway, you should help Merlin,", stated Arthur, going towards his men.

"Is there something, sire?", Merlin immediantly felt a wave of worry as he saw Arthurs pale face.

"Your helper creeps me out,", mumbled the prince.

For a moment Merlin just stood there, trying to hold his laugh down, knowing that Arthur didn't appreciate mocking. The "creepy" druid made his way towards the sourcere silently offering his help.

"Now you still have the chance to go away, so I ask you. Do you really want to do this?", Merlin softly whispered, looking directly in the blue eyes, clearly not afraid of the gaze.

What he didn't see, was the sharp intake of breath at such a close proximity,which Mordred seemed to get under control within a second.

"I am sure, Emrys,", the quiet voice held very much intensiety.

"I hope you are...", Merlin told him, just as the knights and the prince went out of the gates...

"So... where did you and Merlin met?", Arthur tried to make a small-talk, as they sat all together by the fire.

The first day wasn't exactly succesfull, as they only managed to catch a small rabbit. But even this happened only by coincidence, as Merlin tried to throw a lance towards Arthur and striking the animal.

"In Camelot", replied Mordred, who didin't seem too thrilled about talking to the royality.

"That is nice...", an awkward nod from Arthur.

Both males searched for Merlin with their eyes, and seemed relieved (one more than the other), as the sorcerer came back.

"You know, Merlin, maybe you should take an example from your helper,", suddenly said Arthur.

Merlin and Mordred looked shocked from this statement, asking themselves if the soon-to-be-king maybe lost his mind.

"I mean the silence,", Arthur realizied what he just said.

"Oh, are you still thinking that it was my fault, that the deer ran away?", Merlin laughed out loud.

"I am not thinking, I know!", argued Arthur.

"Suuuure...", snickered Merlin.

Mordred couldn't help, but feel a little left out, not wanting to share the attention of Emrys. Soon, he promised to himself, while looking up to the dark sky, where thousands of stars gleamed...