A/N: Hey everyone, I'm soooooo sorry i didn't update last week :(. I don't have any excuse, and i can see why if you guys are mad at me. But i want to make it up to you, so for the net two weeks, i'm going to post anything you want me to add into the story. Whether it's just a funny fraze, or an entire chapter idea to type about, i'll post all of them out for everyone who wants it.

This week, I have something that I thought was really funny, but you might differ, but I hope you like it

Disclaimer: It appears destiny still isn't shinig on me, because I still don't own Merlin.

Enjoy :D

Gwaine P.O.V.

How could someone hurt Merlin like that! Hoe could some son on a B**** think that they might possibly have a right to torture someone as pure, and kind hearted as Merlin!
A furiouse Gwaine was sitting at a side table of a local tavern, letting out some steam fromt the information he had just gotten. He felt his blood boil every single time he thought about what Arthur had just told him. He would get his revenge on who ever did this, whether it was a friend or not. Nobody, and he meant NOBODY could dare lay a hand on his best friend.
"When I get my hand on that B*****, I'm going to run his through with my own sword, slowly and painfully as possible. When I'm done with them, there going to wih they were never born." he growled to himself.
He kept his eyes opened, and peeled. Not even dismissing any who had even the slightest similarity to the person that Arthur had described. He foreced himself to focus, but it was one of the hardest tasks he had in a long time, since, well, it's Gwaine in a tavern. He was about to take a sip of his wine, when someone hit him from behind, which caused him to spill his drink all over the counter. He spun around as fast as lightining to spot a man that loojed like he was in his thirties and was very well built for someone his age. as firt glance, Gwaine figured that he was some sort of farmer.
"OI!" he yelled, "Watch where you going lad! You might just run into someone important!".
Gwaine, who felt himself be pushed to his limit, and wasn't able to hold his anger in any more. He gripped his fist as tightly as he possibly could, then sent it flying straight to the man's jaw.
The man looked at with surprise and fright written all over his face. Two man came up behind Gwaine and struggled to hold him still, in fear tha he might strike someone again. Gwaine stuggled to get the men's grip off of him, but gave up after he felt one of his arms start to strain. He threw his most develish looking face at the man in front of him, before forcing his grip away from the men and started to walk out of the tavern. He took one last glance behind himself before exeting the tavern.
Well then, time for the next stop. He thought to himself.

Lancelot's P,O.V

Lancelot took apon himself, the job of searching the castle, though it didn't come as easily as he hoped, especially when you have to fight against Arthur and Gwaine, who are two if the stubbornest people he knew aside from Merlin. He somehow was able to pull a trick off, that convinced Arthur to search the lower town, by telling him that it was most likely too leave a closer trace to the criminal. It didn't take long to convince Gwaine to search the local taverns, or so what he thought. He didn't know how it happened, but one moment he and Gwaine were talking about the upcoming search, and the next moment he was through on the ground, being held there by the point of Gwaine's sword. Arthur had to use all of his strenghth to push Gwaine off to the side, and Lancelot into safety from the sword.
"What the hell is wrong with you!" he yelled. Gwaine remained silent, not putting up any will to defend himself, instead he just glared at Arthur and walked off. Lancelot gulped.
In the amount of time i've known him, he's never been so paranoid and ticked like this. He seemes like a completely diffrent person! he thought.
"Hey, you ok?" Arthur asked, putting out his hand to help Lancelot up. Lancelot took the guesture greatfully, and got up to his feet. "Ya, just a little surprised about that is all,"
Arthur nodded his head in agreement." Ya, it's like he didn't even know who we were. It's kind of worries me."
"Well," Lancelot said trying to lighten the mood, "by now, he's probably inebriated himself with the plethoras of beer glasses that he managed to empty."
Arthur gave him a weak grin in response, then took his horses reigns, and started on his way.
"I'll report back to the castle as soon as I finish here."
"Ok, sire. I'll be waiting."
Arthur nodded once more, then started his search along the streets, and Lancelot did this same.
As Lancelot's mind wondered to Gwaine, he couldn't prevent one of his favorite memories of Gwaine pop into his mind as he walked.

-Lancelot's Memory-

They wew training once again while Gwaine was out drinking. The knights were going through there basic strikes, perfecting the best they could. The figured that Gwaine had drug his favorite little servent along with him on accout of Merlin being nowhere to be seen, and because on Arthurs constant complaining about Melrin being completely use less, but Lancelot picked it up as a disgues for his jealousy, as did the other knights.
After about an hour or two through their training session, Merlin had arrived with a very drunk Gwaine by his side. The moment the knights layed eyes on them, they felt the jaws drop open, speechless from this surprising scene.
Gwaine was crouched on all fours, nibbling at the grass like some goat, wearing a very old and warn pink blanket around him. PINK! and to make it even worse, he wore, what seemed to look like a horse head, pink hat apon his head, looking both to the left and rights, as if searching for omething. At the bottom of the fabric, was, what the pressumed, was the top of a mop head tyed to the back of the fabric, that was suppose to look like a horse tail, from what the knights gathered.
No matter how hard they tried, the most noble of all knights weren't able to hold back the laughter the emitted itself from there lips. They bursted out with their full force with there giggles and howls. Unable to stop themselves, Elyan, Percy, and Leon were clutching their aching sides as they guffed. Lancelot, who was the one who would normally find little humor in these types of situations, was rolling around on the ground. Arthur was the only one who seemed to be in control, or as close as any of he knights could possibly be at that moment. He was able to hold back his laughter by clasping his hands over his mouth with all the possible force he could apply, but it all went for not once his face started to turn cheery red and he started to wheeze and gasp for his breath.
Between breaths, Lancelot was able to stammer out the question that everyone was thinking. "Merlin!" laugh "Merlin! What happened to Gwaine?"Merlin chuckled to himslef, causeing the knights to become even more curiouse.
"Well..." he started. "I founf him outside if my chambers, even more intoxicated then I've ever seen him, so I thought that I would have some, well, fun."
"And how did you manage to convince Gwaine to get himslef into that gettup?" Leon guffed.
"Quite simply, accually. I just convinced him to drink enough beer until he completely forgot who he is temporarily. So..."
"So?"
"So, I convinced hom that he was a lost, pink fluffy unicorn, who is looking for his missing horn. He automatically thought that I am the one helping him find it, so i convinced him that you guys would be able to help him find it."
Everyone started to laugh even harder thatn before, if that was even possible. Merlin flashed them his signature lop-sided grin. "That's not all I was able to get him to do." he stated.
The knights went silent with this new founded information, and eyes Merlin expectantly. Merlin took this as his cue, to get the act started.
He walked over to Gwaine and wispered something quietly in his ear. Gwaines eyes rose as he heard Merlin tell his the unknown message. He slowly walked over to the group, and studied them for a matter of seconds.
"Have any of you ever heard the song about the drunken sailor?" He asked in amusement.
"No, why?" Arthur asked.
As if on cue, Gwaine took in a deep breath, and stood up on his two feet. Merlin spun around from his position next to Gwaine, and made his way to the side of the group of knights.
"OHHH!" Gwaine started out withthe best pera voice he could other knights felt their jaws once again drop in amazement at the sound of the solid note being sung by none other then Gwaine, the drinking bafoon. Out of nowhere, Gwaine then pulled out an accordian, playing it expertly, and dancing all around the training grounds.
"What should we do with the drunken sailor! What shall we we do with the drunken sailor? What Should we do with the drunken sailor, early in the morning?" The he dropped his instement and grabbed a rope that was convieniently connected to a large flag on a poll.
"Way, Hey! UP she rises, Way! Hey! Up she rises! Way! Hey! Up she rises, early in the morning!"
The song went on for a few more versus before Gwaine was so exhausted, that he passed out. By then, every single knight, and even a few passer-byes, were on the ground laughing there hearts out with pure enjoyment.
"Merlin, I think you've done quiet enough for this prank!" Percy wheezed.
:"Any more, and I think I'll explode!" Elyan agreed.
"Aww, and here I thought you guys would want to help me with the final part.
Once again, there was a silence that lingered amongst the knights and people. Then, Arthur spoke up.
"What's the final part then Merlin?" he asked.
Merlin let his most devilish grin spread accross his face before he answered.
"Well..."
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A/N: Sorry to leave you guys on a cliff hanger, but this next part is going to be mentioned in throughout the next chapter, and I thought it would be nice if you could quickly look back to refresh your memory.

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Yours truly; Destiny writter.