A/N- Right guys, come on. I still haven't had any requests! Please I can't think of any. Just one please! Even if it is a crack fic! Please!

Anyway here is the next chapter enjoy it.

"Stupid prat, can't even dress himself." Merlin mumbled himself as he lugged away the heavy bag that contained Arthur's armour. The King had ordered Merlin to polish the armour until he could see his face in it clearly. Merlin groaned and whined as he dragged the bag further and further. "pompous...Arrogant...self-absorbed..." Merlin took a deep breath between each word. "dollophead...clotp...Ahh!" His final insult was cut off as he felt his foot give way under the step and he fell backwards. He called out as he landed on the bottom of the stairs. His head hit the stone with a sickening crack and the darkness took him away.

Arthur sat in his chambers listening to Merlin's groans and insults as he slowly dragged the armour away, a snail would probably go faster than him. "clotp...Ahh!" Arthur's head shot up from his paper work. That was Merlin. He jumped up from his desk, the idiot probably just dropped a piece of your armour onto his toe. Arthur tried to calm himself, it work for a second maybe even less as a sickening thud, crack and crash echoed around. The scream of a young maidservant is what gave Arthur the strength and courage to run as fast as he could from the room.

"Sire! Your servant." A young girl grabbed onto his wrist. An action he would have shaken off if it was any normal time but this was no normal time. He allowed the girl to pull him through the corridors to the stairs leading to the armoury. At the bottom lay...

"Merlin..." Arthur ran down the stairs and crashed heavily onto his knees beside the manservant. "Merlin?" He asked slapping the boy's cheek lightly, getting harder as he called his name more. Arthur noticed the large bump and cut with blood oozing from it on his forehead. It slicked the floor, Arthur guessed that it was going to stain and add a permanent tattoo onto the floor. Arthur put two fingers to the boy's neck. Nothing no beat or flutter under his skin. If there was no pulse then he would heal soon. Arthur whirled round to face the young girl next to him. "What is your name?"

"B..beth, sire. I serve the Queen's lunch everyday."

"Okay, Beth I need you to run to Gaius and tell him his ward has fell," Beth bowed low before rushing off towards Gaius. Arthur turned his attention back to his best friend. "Merlin, if you are going to heal, now would be an excellent time. It's just you and me."

Nothing.

"Come on Merlin. Someone might see you. You need to heal."

Nothing, his head lolled in the king's tight grip. Arthur scooped the boy from the floor. "Come on Lazy." He ran to Gaius.

Gaius and Beth were bustling around the room trying to tidy up a bed for Merlin. Gaius stopped when he noticed the boy in the monarch's arms. "Sire? Has he not..."

"No." Arthur answered quickly, aware of the company in the room. Arthur lay Merlin down on the bed. "Beth, could you please fetch the queen. Merlin is a very dear friend to her." Gaius asked the servant. Once Beth had left again, Gaius placed his hands onto Merlin's chest. He mumbled words under his breath that Arthur could not make out. Merlin's eyes snapped open. Breath sucked into his body, his eyes flashing gold. The cut healed on his forehead and the lump slowly receded into his head again. His eyes slipped back closed and Gaius sighed in relief. "He is breathing again, sire. He is just exhausted. Head injuries are incredibly hard to heal. Take it from past experience." Gaius informed the king. At this moment Gwen rushed into the room and saw Merlin on the bed.

"How did he do it this time?"