A/N: Hey, guys. Thanks a billion for reviewing! So, this chapter you will either love or hate. There was just this plot that I couldn't get out of my head and needed to write. You know how that goes. You can't sleep, you can't eat, not until you've finally typed it out! I'm just kidding… kind of…

I got the idea after watching the episode Sweet Dreams and I've had it ever since. Please tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin, Arthur, or Arthur's pants. (That's kind of an inside joke so just ignore the pants bit. =D)

In The Boy's Dorm…

Mason flipped through the magic book, looking for nothing in particular. He was bored and could think of nothing better to do than lie on his bed and brush up on the magic. It had been such a shock to him to find out that Merlin and Arthur really existed, let alone, he's related to them. This world sure did work in strange ways.

He turned the page to see a very odd looking spell. "Love, Hate, Lust," Mason read the fancy words at the top of the page. Below the scrawled words was the picture of a rose burning in blue flames. Next to the flame was a simply worded spell. He had no idea what it would do, but he could reverse it. "The spell needs two names, huh?" he read. "Why not," he said lazily.

The boy got up from off of his bed. There was a single, plastic rose over his bed which was given to him by a girl last year. He opened his drawer to get out the matches. Mason walked back over to the book with the materials in hand. He struck the match, causing the flames to raise high before diming to a slow burn. Grabbing the flower, Mason let the plastic burn in the fire, turning the artificial plant whilst saying the spell. "Tel Jennifer llaf ni amor htiw Merlin"

Immediately, the flames turned blue, consuming the flower. Mason let go of the stem before his hand could get incinerated. It floated there in midair until the petals disappeared out of thin air, leaving only the plastic stem. The green stem landed silently on the floor. Mason smiled, satisfied with himself. "That was cool, whatever it did." He thought to himself. He took another look at the spell. Wait, what did 'amor' mean?!

In The Girl's Dorm Five Minutes Earlier…

Merlin was pacing in my room so much that I thought he was going to burn a whole in the carpet. I felt sorry for him, seeing as he didn't have any magic with him other than Mason who was beginning to be unreliable. For the past day and a half, he had been worried about that Gypsy Fortuneteller. I was trying to convince him that a lot of people are frauds when it comes to fortunetelling. Merlin, being from a world where most denied having magic, wasn't convinced that she would advertise that she had powers if she didn't.

Arthur had wanted to practice his sword fighting. For some reason he kept reminding me every time I asked him to stop that he needed to be able to protect me. "Arthur, swords don't stand a chance against guns." I pleaded with him. Two hugs and one very passionate kiss later, he gave in and handed me the sword. "Thank you," I said relieved as I placed the weapon back in the closet.

I sat down on my bed watching the two boys argue about who was going to be the one to go get Mason. Neither one of them trusted Mason fully, so they always fought over who was going to go and get him. This was beginning to become a daily occurrence.

"You are related to him!" Arthur yelled defensively. This is exactly why I put away the sword…

"So are you!" Merlin argued back.

"Yes, but he's got your magic!" the prince barked back.

"So, that doesn't mean a thing!" Merlin defended.

"You go get him!"

"I did last time!"

"That doesn't matter!"

This was unbelievable! "Boys," I yelled as loud as I could manage. They both turned to stare at me, stunned. "Look," my voice went quieter. "Arthur, you go get Mason, and bring him here. Merlin will stay here with me and wait. No more arguments. Now go, please."

Arthur sighed and gave me kiss on the cheek before exiting the room to retrieve Mason. I turned to look at Merlin knowing he needed something to occupy his time other than worry and Mason. "Here," I walked over to my small stack of books. I went through the volumes until I found the right one. "Why don't you read this? It's about a boy wizard and you are mentioned in here once or twice." I smiled as I handed him my worn out volume of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.

With a bright smile on his face, Merlin took the book out of my hands eager to read it. It was moments like these that just make your day! He sat down on Sarah's bed and opened up the book to the first page, perfectly content.

I was about to go and brush up on some reading as well, but something suddenly came over me. For some reason I looked over at Merlin, and I saw him in a whole new way. The warlock was so handsome with his short, black hair and his red neckerchief! I had never noticed before how charming his smile really was, or how his eyes sparkled. I couldn't help but admire every one of his perfect features.

With a great intake of air, I made my way over to Merlin. When he saw me so close, he smiled and said, "Yes," Never in my life had I heard someone say 'yes' with such beauty. I bit my lip and motioned for him to stand up which he did. It was obvious he was confused, though.

I took the book out of his hands and gently threw it on the bed, pulling him closer. My heart was beating harder and harder the more I looked into his eyes. That voice in the back on my head piped up, "Just kiss him already!" I put my right hand on the back of his head and stood on my toes, crushing our lips together.

Merlin had his wide eyes open. I backed off for a minute. "Close your eyes. It's rude." I said and continued kissing him. There was so much power that my heart was about to pop out of my chest. I was trying to push him towards the bed, but he wouldn't budge.

At that moment the door opened, but I didn't care one bit. All I cared about was kissing my warlock, my love, my Merlin. There was a crash as if someone dropped a heavy object.

"Merlin," Arthur barked from the doorway. The two of us separated. Merlin's eyes went even wider if it was possible. Mason, who was standing right next to the angered prince, was speechless and didn't bother picking up the book he had dropped. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

Merlin backed off immediately. "Arthur, I swear this isn't what it looks like!"

"Isn't what it looks like?" Arthur repeated. "I get that you were angry, but this is ridiculous."

"Oh, no," Mason said suddenly. Arthur and Merlin looked at Mason whilst I was more concerned about Merlin. "I think I might have done something."

"What kind of thing are we talking?" Merlin asked quickly.

"I'm not sure exactly."

"Show me the spell." Merlin ordered. He's so hot when he's in charge! He picked up the book and found the page of the spell he had used. "Love, Hate, Lust," Merlin read aloud. "It gives you a choice of three words. Which one did you use?"

"That one, the 'amor' one," he said pointing to the Latin word. Merlin's head shot up to look at a guilty looking Mason.

"Whose names did you use?" Mason bit his lip. "Well," Merlin pressed on.

"I used Jen's name and your name." he confessed.

"What," Merlin and Arthur exclaimed at the same time.

"Hey, in my defense I didn't know what 'amor' even meant!" Mason put his hands up in surrender. Merlin sighed.

"It means 'love.'" The warlock informed him. Mason shrugged and sat the book down on a bed. I walked over to Merlin and began smiling and giggling at him. "Okay then," Merlin said uncomfortably. Arthur looked as if he was about to murder someone.

The prince put a hand up to his temple. "We have got to fix this."

I looked at him with my arms around Merlin. "Fix what?"

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"This should work." Mason piped up after a few minutes of reading. He pointed his hand at me. "Tribire res quensy Jen higa Merlin" His eyes didn't flash gold and he seemed puzzled. "Nothing happened." He pointed out.

Merlin then asked, "What kind of flower did you use?"

"Well, I used a fake rose."

Merlin and Arthur's eyes widened. "There are fake plants?" Arthur asked astonished. He shook his head. "Never mind that, Merlin what does that mean?"

I looked at the warlock intently, awaiting his answer. "It probably reinforced the spell to make it almost impossible to break. If it's fake then it can't die." He concluded. Arthur let out an extremely loud groan before walking over to me.

"That can't be good." He murmured. "Well, we need to find a way to fix this because I would like to have Jennifer back, instead of watching her snog my manservant." Arthur said, gesturing disgustedly towards me kissing Merlin's neck. I rolled my eyes and stopped, pouting.

Mason crossed his arms. "Alright, don't get your crown on too tight." Arthur glared murderously. Mason looked through the book to take a glance at that spell again. "Let me try this." He conjured a real rose and said the spell, "Tel Jennifer llaf ni niþ htiw Arthur" he tried. This time, his eyes did flash gold.

I looked over at Arthur as anger began to wash over me, flooding my heart. "You," I growled. "Why did you even come here? I was just adjusting to life without you, and here you are!" I yelled. "How could you do this to me? Don't you know that a girl can only take so much beating?" Arthur stumbled back as I advanced on him. "You and your little friend, here, are taking over my space and my room, complicating my life!"

"The same thing happened when you can to Camelot." Arthur shot back.

I smiled with irritation. "Oh, don't you pin this on me."

"Alright, we need to look at the book." Merlin said clapping his hands together. He and Mason bent over the book. Merlin looked up annoyed. "You told her to be angry towards Arthur. She hates him now." Mason exhaled heavily. "Conjure another rose."

"-turned you in if I wanted to!" Arthur yelled. I had tuned out of our argument, but I was sure I knew what he was talking about.

"I have an idea." Mason said after a moment's silence.

Arthur pointed a finger at him. "No more ideas will be heard from you."

Merlin, choosing to ignore Arthur, asked, "What's that?"

"Chocolate," he said simply. "Girls say chocolate always makes them happy, so maybe that will work." Arthur was staring at him like he was crazy, but Merlin nodded and went over to my drawer.

"Hey, you put that chocolate back!" I yelled, angry about… something. Merlin had my Hershey's candy bar in hand, and broke a piece off, handing it to me. I took it out of his hands, very confused as to why I was eating chocolate now. As I took a bite, warmth came over me and I was able to see things clearly, like what was rational and irrational. I started to feel dizzy, and Merlin helped me sit down on Sarah's bed. "What happened?" I asked, looking up at all three boys.

"I can't believe that worked!" Mason said with great joy. Arthur rolled his eyes.

"You can't remember what happened?" Merlin asked. I shook my head, still bewildered.

"Mason cast a spell and you were in love with Merlin." He told me. My mouth fell open.

"I was what?" I demanded. Arthur nodded. "That's not true." I froze, realizing what I had just said. I looked at the warlock who had a cross between an astonished and amused look on his face. "Not that I don't love you. I mean, I do, but as a friend or a brother." My words jumbled together and thankfully Merlin started laughing.

"Jen, Jen, it's fine." He chuckled. I let out a sigh of relief.

Slowly, I made my way to where Mason was standing, and held out my hands. "Book," I said. He looked around at us, not sure what I was asking. "Give Merlin the book. We can't have accidents like these happening every few seconds." Mason looked at Merlin for some backup.

"She's right." Merlin confessed. "You really shouldn't do spells that you don't know what the outcome will be."

Arthur glared at Merlin. "Yes, Merlin knows that from personal experience, don't you Merlin?"

"Whoa, how did you know about that? You didn't know about magic then." Merlin squinted his eyes at the prince.

"No, but after I regained my memory, I thought more about it, and realized that you had to be the idiot to have done it." Arthur accused.

"Wait, do what? What happened?" I asked, trying to break up the potential fight.

They both completely ignored me. "Well, I told you I was sorry, and you threw me in the stocks."

Arthur smacked him upside the head. "I should have you muck out the stables every day for what you did to my memory. You made me think I was going mad." He muttered.

Merlin perked up. "So it did work?!"

"Oh, shut up, Merlin."

As the boys continued their banter, Mason looked at me. "Here's the book. You are right, I suppose. But still, you were pretty entertaining to watch!" Mason scoffed. "You were like-" I opened the door for him to leave.

"Goodbye, Mason," I interjected. He took the hint and smiled. I took the book from his hands and shut the door. This was such a crazy day and it wasn't even noon yet. I looked back at Merlin and Arthur battling it out with words. "Mythical boys will be mythical boys." I thought. That's when I noticed something hanging from Arthur's waist. Oh crap, did Arthur find his sword?

A/N: TADA! Yes, it was kind of weird, but I needed to write it. Please review! Also, I'm at a loss of what should happen next. What do you guys want to happen?