Hello dear readers! It's been a while! I've been way tooooooo busy. Updates are going to be very slow sorry; I have to work on my Algebra class, read the Princess Bride ( and answer a hell of a lot of questions), AND I have to memorize 50 major cities for a test I'ma gonna have in 9th grade. UGH SO MUCH CRAP TO DO! But you don't care. You probably aren't even reading this. I know I wouldn't!

Standard disclaimer… mer… Merl… Merli… Merlin.

Merlin… YaEh.

Here ya go:

Chapter 7 (Gees sorry if this sucks, I feel like this story is falling apart)

At 7 o'clock in the evening Merlin and Sherlock sat at the kitchen table. Sherlock shoved the unimportant experiment and equipment into a hasty pile on one side. Both were sharing stories about their lives over greasy Chinese food from a local restaurant. Neither of the skinny men ate much of the lo mien and sweet and sour chicken. Merlin asked Sherlock to share his cases with him; Merlin wanted to hear them from Sherlock's point of view.

"And that's how I knew that the hound was a fake," Sherlock finished. He waited for Merlin to comment on how amazing his deductions were. Merlin was silent the whole way through and didn't ask a single question.

"So you really don't know anything about the universe?" Merlin took his chop sticks and proceeded to stuff his face with noodles.

Sherlock face palmed, "Why is that the one thing people always ask?"

Merlin shrugged.

"No, I don't know anything about the universe. Everything I need to know is right here on planet Earth. It's pointless to waste space with that knowledge," Sherlock said exasperated.

"But the universe is so… interesting. After being alive for so long, I know all that this world has to offer. I would love to travel the galaxies, visit different planets. There's just SO much out there you' know. I know I'll live long enough to someday get there, snuggled up with the stars," Merlin looked off into the distance and in his head he was light years away from the now boring planet Earth, " Maybe there will be a whole planet made of crystals or something," hi dismissed the thought, "Nah that's mad. But you know what they say, or maybe you don't, 'space: the final frontier'," For the first time in his visit Merlin seemed to be the immortal, insightful warlock he was.

This time, Sherlock shrugged. He changed the topic, "So this Arthur, why are you looking for him? Why now?"

"He died many years ago from a wound in a great battle. I was told that he would come back when needed most. Years passed by as did wars. When World War I came I was sure that he would return. He did not. World War II came and he did not rise. I thought I knew then, what it would feel like when he would be reborn. I know now that I was a fool. Just last Saturday, I felt- I felt magic. It has been a long time since I felt something like that. I am the last magical creature on Earth, so imagine my surprise! After thinking about it I realized that it must be Arthur," He got goose bumps at the memory of it. It had hit him like a golden wave of pure- friendship? He wasn't quite sure how it could be explained but for that moment, it felt like his friend was right there with him, "I checked the lake, like I do every weekend and his aura had left it. Usually I can feel his soul sleeping under the lapping waters. When I went this time though, it just felt like a normal lake. Freya, the lady the Avalon told me herself that he had awoken,"

"Freya?"

Merlin's eyes filled with love and he had that dopey grin of his plastered on his face, "She's my undead- dead- sort- of- girlfriend,"

"Undead- Dead?" Sherlock said incrediously.

"She's immortal but she died. It's a long story that I don't want to get into,"

Sherlock changed the subject in fear that Merlin might get mad and leave, and then he couldn't see any more magic.

Sherlock had a faux questioning look on his face, "Sort of?"

"We're fighting right now," Merlin frowned and looked down at his food.

"About what?"

"I got mad at her for not telling me about Arthur sooner, I chatted with her just the day before,"

"How do you chat with the undead-dead?"

"We perfected the method a couple hundred years back. It's like Skype or FaceTime but you look in a pool of water," Merlin answered like it was perfectly normal to talk to the undead- dead in puddles.

Sherlock decided to ask about that later. "So Arthur is definitely out and about?"

"Precisely,"

"… And he died thousands of years ago and came back in the 21st century,"

"Yup,"

"Won't he be a little, oh I don't know, freaked out because of technology?"

"I wouldn't doubt it if he started swinging his sword at televisions,"

"He has a sword."

"Of course he has a sword! He's a- was a king!"

"Let me guess, he's walking around downtown London in full body armor?"

"Most likely,"

"We have to find him soon,"

Merlin nodded in agreement.

I don't really know how to write Sherlock's deductions, so if anyone wants to PM me with help it is much appreciated. Please review! :3 it would make my day no joke. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside when I get a review. -