A/N: Thank you to all those who reviewed, favored, alerted, etc… :) It made me so happy! This chapter was very fun to write, it might add. Of course I've said that about all of them, but in this one I made up a new word in the process, then finding out it wasn't really a word, and having to change it…

OK enough of my babble on my part and on to the story!

Disclaimer: Merlin doesn't belong to me. I only own Jen.

I woke up when there was a knock on my door. Lifting my head I saw that I had fallen asleep writing my version or diary of Camelot. My back was against the headboard and aching like hell. The door opened without waiting for a response.

"Hi, Jen," Merlin greeted me with a smile. "I hope you slept well." He sat a tray that had a very wide array of food on a trunk at the foot of my bed. That's when I remembered that I had slept in the castle last night.

"Uh, yeah I did. Thanks, Merlin, but you didn't have to get me breakfast." I said, still groggy from just being woken up. "It's not like I'm a princess or anything." I stretched me arms high in the air.

He looked me up and down; my hair was sitting there on my head like a rat's nest and my dress was wrinkled beyond repair. "No, you're definitely not a princess!" he teased. I grabbed my pillow and threw it at him. Unfortunately, he ducked out of the way.

Arthur walked in through the opened door- and just to my luck- the pillow hit him right smack dab in the face and dropped to the floor with a plop!

Merlin was biting his lip trying to hold back a laugh. My hands shot up to my mouth to cover my open mouth. Arthur was staring straight ahead with a grimace. Merlin suddenly burst out laughing whilst I was still in shock that I hit Arthur with the pillow that was supposed to hit Merlin. Crap!

"Do I want to know what was going on in here?" the prince asked plainly. I shook my head.

"I'm so sorry, My Lord!" I chewed on my lip, silently waiting for his reply.

He turned to a Merlin who was clutching his sides. "She's been here for a day and you already have her against me, Merlin?"

Merlin straightened up immediately. "No, uh, I'm sorry. We were just having a bit of fun. The pillow was meant to hit me, not you." he hung his head, but I could see the smile still there. This was just too tempting. I grabbed another pillow, and threw it at him, softly. Success! "Ow!" he laughed.

"Good, you're getting the hang of things." Arthur said to me. "Merlin, we are having a feast tonight so I need you to wash my clothes and polish the buttons on my jacket." He ordered. "Jen, of course you are more than welcome to join your cousin at the feast."

"Thanks." I said softly. Arthur walked out of the room and Merlin and I broke out laughing.

"Did you see his face?" Merlin said in between breaths.

"Oh yeah, I sure did!" I exclaimed. "That was too good!" We stopped laughing a second or so later. I got up and started pushing Merlin out of my room. "Leave, I'm going to get dressed now." He chuckled and shut the door behind him. I turned back to the wardrobe.

Flipping through the garments, I finally saw one that was casual enough for me. It was a dark purple dress with medium length sleeves. I put the gown up to my body to see what it would like. Facing the mirror, I observed that the color brought out some of the blue in my eyes and it complimented my straight, dark hair perfectly.

Unfortunately, my hair wouldn't stay straight for long, seeing as the second I'm able to get a bath I'm going to wash it! After it would dry it would be curly again. Too bad they don't have straighteners here.

There was another knock on my door and in stepped a beautiful lady who had black wavy hair that flowed over a green dress that complimented her eyes. She smiled warmly at me.

"It looks beautiful." She said to me. "I hope you are enjoying your stay here so far? Arthur hasn't been too much of a prat, I hope."

"Oh, it's been simply lovely. Arthur's been great, as well." I told her. "I'm Jen, by the way."

"I'm the Lady Morgana." Morgana said with a smile. I stiffened. Wasn't Morgana supposed to be evil? This Morgana didn't seem bad. If anything she seemed very nice. "Would you care for some help?" she asked.

"No, that's fine, but thanks." I took the dress and went behind the screen. Morgana sat down on my bed and began talking.

"Arthur says that you and Merlin are cousins?" she started. Curiosity was filling her voice. Once I got myself out of the dress I answered her, thinking carefully about what I was going to say.

"Well he's right." Simple enough, I think.

"I take it that you two are close."

"Why do you say that?" I asked. Finally, I got my head through the whole of the purple dress. I stepped out from behind the screen to show off.

"Merlin is just always so sweet and caring, and by what Arthur says you and Merlin seem more like brother and sister." She told me. I noticed that when she was saying that Merlin is 'sweet and caring' there was a certain look on her face. You know the look I'm talking about. The look when someone likes somebody…

"Yes he is, and yes we are. It seems that you are a bit sweet on him, Lady Morgana." I said as casually as I could manage as I was looking in the mirror, twisting my hair up into different styles.

Her eyes got wide, but she remained calm. "Don't be ridiculous, Jen. I'm too busy around here helping him annoy Arthur." She giggled.

"Are you Arthur's half sister?" I asked turning back to her.

"Oh, no," Morgana smiled. "Uther took me in after my father died and I've lived with him ever since. I don't believe in some of his morals, though." She said darkly.

"You don't believe that all magic is bad?" I asked without thinking.

She smiled at me brightly. "No I don't. Magic could choose you, and that doesn't make you evil." Morgana confirmed. I smiled back at her. I wondered why Merlin hadn't told her his secret yet. Or maybe he has and I just don't know about it.

"That's very smart." She nodded a thank you and stood up.

"I shall leave you to whatever you are going to do. If you need anything my maid, Gwen and I will be there." She smiled again and left the room.

Now, on my own, I had no idea what to do, so I walked over to the massive plate that Merlin had brought me. The bread was exceedingly delicious and warm. It must have come straight from the kitchens. Once done with that, I moved on to the apple. I wondered for a brief second what fruit from Camelot would taste like. That thought went away when I bite into it. The juice from the apple quenched my thirst. Amazing how food can taste so different a millennium and a half, or so compared to the twenty first century.

After I was finished with some of the food, I went for a walk in the castle. I found that servants would bow for me and kept calling me 'My Lady'. It was very strange, but I played along. Soon I found my way to the courtyard and ran into Merlin, but not the way I had been expecting.

The poor boy was in the stocks having fruit pelted at him from all angles. There was a big red tomato on the top of his head. A rotten red apple was lunged towards him and hit him right in the nose. When it plopped down on the ground I could see his face. He was laughing! Merlin was the target of rotten food and he was happy about it?

I walked up to him after the attackers had left- probably to get more ammunition. "Hey, what did you do to get thrown in the stocks?" I asked.

"It wasn't my fault!" Merlin said defensively.

"Of course it wasn't. Let's hear the story."

"So, I was bringing the Lady Morgana flowers," I raised my eyebrows. "It's not like that!" he reassured me. "She suffers from bad dreams and I was just… Never mind that! Anyway, so there I was bringing her flowers, when I passed Arthur's chambers. I guess I hadn't done something that he had asked me to do."

"I'm going to assume that you are often a popular target for rotten fruit?" I asked.

"Yes he is." Arthur walked up to stand on the other side of Merlin. "I was hoping that with family here he might behave for once." The prince shook his head and patted Merlin on the head.

"Not again, Merlin?" Gwen asked as she walked past us.

"Yes, Guinevere, again!" the prince said with a chuckle. "Well, this has been fun, but I need to prepare for the feast."

"But that's not until tonight." I said quickly. "What are you going to be doing? Fixing your hair?" I heard Gwen muffle a giggle and Merlin was trying not to laugh.

"No, Jennifer, I need to help my father with the plans. Now, if you'll excuse me?" he began walking away again before I grabbed his arm. "What?"

"What about Merlin?" I asked gesturing towards the poor warlock covered in fruit. The people who were throwing food at him returned then.

"What about him? Throw some at him yourself. You'll find it's rather fun." With that, he walked away. I shook my head.

"Well, Merlin," I said as I got closer to him. I saw a little boy raise his arm, about to launch something soft and wet. "Best of luck!" Quickly I got out of the way.

"Wait, Jen, no, OW!"

I laughed all the way to Gaius' chambers. When the physician asked what was so funny, I told him.

"Oh, not again?" he asked shaking his head just like Gwen did.

"Yes, but I can't help but feel sorry for him. He's going to be a mess when he comes back." Gaius nodded as I sat down. "Perhaps I should get him some water to wash up with." I stood up and grabbed the bucket. Then I paused.

"Is there a problem?" Gaius asked putting down his book.

"Yeah, how do you get the water?" he chuckled at my ignorance and brought me out to the pump to show me- step by step- how to use it. He helped me carry the heavy bucket back into the castle and onto the table.

I spent my time reading Merlin's magic book that Gaius told me was hidden under a loose floor board in his room. It had so many pictures to look at- that's the only thing I could do. Most of the writing was in Latin or faded out. I skimmed through Gaius' creature books as well. These I found quite interesting. There were griffins and unicorns and strange fairy like things, all of the stuff I didn't think existed. And when I asked him about it he looked at me like I was crazy.

"You've never seen a unicorn?" he asked. The way he said it almost made me feel foolish to answer no. He sighed and said something under his breath that sounded like, "Strange century she's from" and "Not even a unicorn".

Merlin came trudging through the door. Once again I noticed that his red scarf was not around his neck, but in his pocked, clean as can be. When he saw the bucket he walked over to it and put his whole head in the icy water.

"Uh, Merlin?" I asked cautiously. "Are you okay?"

He took his head out and I handed him a towel. "No, that stupid feast is tonight, but that's not what I'm going to think about." He started to smile. "We need to focus on finding a way for you to get back home."

"You want to get rid of me that bad?" I teased.

"You know what I mean." Merlin rolled his eyes. "Gaius, do you mind helping?"

"Not at all!" he said and we all sat down at the little table. The physician got up and found some books to start with and slammed them down in front of us.

"Alright, sit all the Latin books down here." I gestured towards a place next to me. They both did this quickly, knowing which ones were Latin and which was not.

"You can read Latin?" Merlin asked impressed.

"No, these are all the books I won't be able to read." I gestured towards the pile that reached to the top of my head. Merlin and Gaius chuckled at my lack of knowledge of the Latin language as I rolled my eyes. How was I supposed to know a dead language?

I read the books that I could read. All I found was just a few things about slowing time and stopping time for short periods of time, but never anything on traveling it! Merlin was starting to fall asleep over his magic book.

Soon it had gotten dark and we were forced to light a candle to see. The giant clock chimed which made Merlin and I jump. Gaius remained calm, of course. "Won't you be late in helping Arthur get ready?" he asked still immersed in his book.

"Ugh, that's right." He got to his feet and walked over to the door, pausing when he put his hand on the handle. "Jen, you're coming to." It wasn't a question.

"No, no, no, no!" I stuttered.

"Oh, yes you are going. Arthur invited you." Merlin persisted.

"No, he said I may come. Not that I had to come." I argued.

"Jen, if I have to go and keep Arthur's goblet full, then so do you."

"Yeah, well parties, feasts, they aren't really my scene."

"You're scene?" Merlin asked trying to figure my newest term out. "Well, if that means what I think it means, then you're still coming." He walked over to me and lifted me up out of my chair as I groaned in protest. "Come on," he pushed me over to the door. "Now, go get ready." As he went in the direction towards somewhere I went the other way. Once he disappeared around the corner I headed back to Gaius' chambers. Merlin's head peaked around the corner. "Jen," he scolded and pointed in the direction of my new room. "Go," he smiled. I groaned again and obeyed him. What was the point in arguing? He would just enchant me or something with a flash of gold.

A/N: And there we end the next chapter! Please review it for the next chapter, it would mean so much to me!