You deserve more than this for such a long time between updates. I apologise. But this is the end, guys! It's the end of the story. I'm very proud of myself, actually; Merlin ended today and I was so upset about the ending, because it was so beautiful and tragic, I did not feel like writing much. But this just kind of flowed out.


Chapter 9

GENERAL POV

"Josh? Oh, Josh!" Josh heard Trudi's voice in the distance. "Finn! I found him!"

"What? Where?"

"Over here!"

Josh tried to sit up but accidently pushed up on his injured arm. He bit back a cry of pain and felt his vision blur as warm hands grabbed his shoulders. He was pulled upwards in a flurry of golden brown leaves and dead grass. Someone patted him on the back and someone else carefully examined his wrist, gently probing bruises that he didn't know were there.

"Josh? Josh?" Finn's face swam in and out of focus.

"I think he's got a concussion or something," Trudi said, in an anxious voice somewhere to his left. He couldn't find the effort in himself to look.

"Amnesia?" Finn asked uncertainly. Josh couldn't remember what amnesia was.

"That's when you have memory loss, Finn."

Oh yeah. How ironic that he'd forgottrn.

"Call nine nine nine." That was Trudi again. He thought. Faces and voices were muddled.

"You'll be fine," Trudi reassured. "Fine, just fine."


"Finn? Trudi?"

Both looked up and gulped. Matt Wilding stood across from them; looking slightly rumpled and harassed, he smiled shortly and inquired, "Where's Josh?"

"Through there," Finn said, pointing. "Is Mr Clarkson coming?"

"Yeah, he is…I'm going to see if Josh is alright." He shot them both a quick, distracted grin and walked away briskly towards the cubicle, right hand mussing his hair.


"Well, your dad's going to be here any second," Matt promised.

"Great." Josh grinned broadly. "Thanks, Mr. Wilding."

He smiled shortly, and then strode towards the curtain. "Have to go – school needs me," he accompanied this with a roll of the eyes.

"Goodbye."

"Bye, Josh."

Josh stared after his music teacher. Huh. Maybe he didn't have a crush on him after all.

But then Matt turned and grinned once, before turning back to the doors.

His heart fluttered and kicked. Oh. Maybe he did.


Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, guys!