Merlin smiled to himself has he woke up. He knew it was ages before he had to be up. One word rang in his mind.

Clara.

There had been no dreams; he decided that may have been because they had met. All he knew, all he cared about, was that he had kissed her. And she kissed back. It was wonderful and scary and confusing and beautiful. And perfect. He loved everything about her, her smile, her laugh, her voice, the way she had to stretch up and he had to bend down when they kissed, and she laughed at his jokes. He smiled, closed his eyes and cherished those last moments of sleep.

'Hey,' Clara pulled the blanket over her head 'I'm asleep.' The Doctor woke her up by flicking her ear, something that she wasn't delighted with, seeing as she had spent last night with Merlin and just wanted to go to sleep.

'Clara,' the Doctor said to her 'I think we may have out stayed our welcome.' This shocked her awake and made her sit upright, but holding the covers over her chest, as she slept in her underwear.

'What?' she choked out 'I-I-I thought you liked being here, in the middle of the legend, you said.'

'Well, I do, but I don't want to be irritating and we've been here for a day. And what if we start meddling with history?'

'That's what we DO, nitwit,' Clara slapped him lightly on the shoulder. But she was serious. If they left, that would mean leaving Merlin. And she couldn't, not once she'd found him. 'One more day?'

The Doctor sighed and grinned at his companion.

'Oh, all right,' he agreed, watching a smile spread over Clara's face 'one day.'

Clara picked her dress up off the floor, white decorated with black birds. She had to tell Merlin, one day was all they had to work out the dreams. And all they had together.

Bored, Merlin made circles in the ground with the sword he had. He couldn't concentrate on Arthur; he just gave him the odd 'Yeah, great' when asked how he was doing in training.

'Are you OK,' Arthur asked him.

'Yeah, why wouldn't I be?' Merlin answered. Arthur was still looking at him strangely. But all he could think about was Clara, he couldn't stop. It was like breathing, he just found himself doing it. He felt a tap on his shoulder.

'Clara,' he said, turning around to meet her. She was more beautiful than she was in his mind, like she got more perfect every time he saw her.

'I have to talk to you,' she began 'I-I have one more day. The Doctor and I leave tomorrow. And that's all the time we have to work this out.' Merlin felt like a huge stone had been shoved on top of his heart and all the air had been shoved out of him. He felt stupid. How had he convinced himself it would last? He had pinned all his hope on her; he thought they would be together . Idiot.

'OK,' he couldn't look her in the eye.

'Merlin,' she sounded hurt. He dared to take one look at her, she looked broken. Crushed. He took a deep breath.

'Clara, I fell in love once,' he confessed 'and I lost her. So you're here, and you're a second chance, and I'm losing you. I can't-' he couldn't finish; Clara was staring into his eyes. She was about to speak, but she was cut off by something above them. They looked up and saw black smoke cover the sky and then disappear. It was accompanied by a sound Merlin had never heard. It was like someone dragging a key along a piece of metal.

'What was that?' Arthur asked. From over Clara's shoulder, Merlin saw the Doctor running up to them.

'Doctor,' Arthur came up to join them 'Clara, do you-'

'Um, yes,' the Doctor cut him off 'Clara we need to go.' The Doctor grabbed his companion and dragged her off, with her looking back at Merlin.

'Doctor!' Clara said 'what was that? What's up with you?'

'It was a spaceship Clara,' he replied 'and if I am not mistaken a very, very bad one. We need to get on it and.'

'OK, slow down,' Clara said 'what is it?

'If I am not mistaken,' the Doctor began, while still walking 'it's a Charlin ship. The Charlin were all destroyed in a war. They were clever, though. Clever and aggressive. Their spaceships were programmed to fly off to other worlds and destroy them. Once they did, the Charlin seal would be printed on what was left of the planet. It would be Charlin property. And that is why we have to stop it, because to power up, it needs a fuel cell. And a fuel cell is a living organism. The scanner cherry picks the best one and drags it in to use it. And, we're being followed.' The Doctor and Clara turned around to see Merlin duck behind a tree.

'Merlin!' Clara called. He stepped out and came up to them.

'What,' he asked 'are you talking about. I mean space ships and, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were talking about creatures from, not from this planet.' Clara bit her lip and looked at the Doctor. He was already walking off, looking for the ship. She turned and was about to talk to Merlin, tell him something, anything to get him to go back, when she was interrupted by the sound of the Doctor hitting his head on something.

'Oh, Jesus,' he complained. Merlin and Clara ran over to him. He stood up, pointed the sonic screwdriver at the air, and a ship appeared. It was sleek and black, like a rocket from the year 6000. Clara heard Merlin watch his breath. He looked at it in awe, like he wasn't sure what to say. He looked at Clara for help, and she simply smiled and nodded. The Doctor on the other hand was looking at the ship, for a way to get in.

'What?' Merlin asked.

'That it's um,' Clara tried to think 'a sort of, ship. From another world.' The door to the ship slid open, a white light coming out, seeming to shine on each of them. The Doctor looked at them, afraid.

'You two should go back,' he said, his voice serious, free of any youthful comic he normally had.

'Why,' Merlin asked, but the Doctor had his hands in their shoulders and was marching them along. Suddenly, Clara felt a grip on her waist. It was like a tight belt, and she was pulled back.

'Clara!' Merlin shouted and ran after her, the Doctor close behind. She was being pulled into the ship, he grabbed her wrist with both hands, tightly. She could see the concentration in his face. She pulled her hands forward and grabbed him around the wrist. Their eyes met. She remembered, this was the dream she had been having. It was happening now. She held onto him tightly. I can't let go, she thought. But her hands were already slipping off him He tried to hold her, but he couldn't. Her arm slipped through his hand, he was holding her fingers. He dig his heels into the ground, determined not to let her go. Clara tried to bring her hand back to his, but it felt as if it was chained to something . Her fingers fall out of his hand and she was pulled into the ship, the door shut behind her.