Wow, thank you guys for the response! It's certainly great to know that I have people reading out there. XD Anyways, this is the continuation of concussed!Merlin, in which the final ends are being tied together and et cetera. I had trouble writing this bit, (*sigh*), but I sincerely hope you guys like it, anyways. :)

Enjoy!

Plot: Merlin hit his head, leading to a temporary concussion. For several scary hours, he's unconscious and wakes up in a fragile, weak state. And then, for some odd reason, he can't remember who Arthur is.

"Don't Forget About Me" – Part Three

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It wasn't until two days later when Arthur properly re-visited Merlin in Gaius' chambers. He couldn't bring himself to talk or even look at Merlin without feeling as though his heart was being shattered into millions of pieces. Arthur drowned himself in work, only occasionally going to Gaius' chambers when absolutely necessary.

Arthur hadn't even planned on seeing Merlin until he had received word from Gaius to come immediately to his chambers. He was now standing beside the workbench, tapping his fingers lightly against the hard wood to keep himself busy.

Someone cleared a throat from behind Arthur and he whirled around to face who it was. Merlin was standing in the doorway, an eyebrow lifted and staring uneasily at the prince. Arthur felt his stomach give a little kick but he simply cleared his throat. "Hello, Merlin." He said.

"Hello, Arthur." Merlin replied with a small nod and pointed awkwardly behind himself. "Gaius is…coming. I'll leave you two at it, then."

Arthur nodded in reply and with another awkward exchange of looks between the two young men, Merlin quickly walked into his bedroom in the back of the room. Arthur let out a slow exhale that he hadn't realized he was holding and blinked, realizing that he was staring at Merlin's closed bedroom door. The prince quickly turned away and whirled around to see Gaius walking into the room.

"Gaius – you called me." Arthur said, crossing his arms. "Is there something wrong?"

The physician gave a small nod at Merlin's bedroom. "There might be a possible way of having Merlin's memory of you restored." He said slowly. Arthur's arms dropped limply to his sides and asked, "There is? What happened to Merlin, exactly? Is it magic?"

Gaius nodded in reply. "There is magic at work." He replied quietly. "It appears that this particular sorcerer wanted Merlin to…forget about you on purpose."

Arthur blinked. "But, why? Why was it so important that Merlin would forget about me?" He asked incredulously.

"He is your manservant, sire." Gaius replied neutrally, but before Arthur could ask on any elaborations, the physician went on to say, "I've been a fool for not recognizing it sooner – however, I have come to a solution."

Arthur rubbed his brow. "Well, go on – what is it?" He asked. "What's the solution?"

Gaius paused and then replied, "Sire, I'm sure you're aware by now that if something is created or caused by magic, the only way how to fight it would be to use magic."

Arthur's heart sank and placed his hands over his face tiredly. "So, you're telling me you will have to use magic…" He murmured softly.

"It is the only way to have Merlin's magic restored." Gaius replied quietly.

Arthur lowered his hands and placed his hand on the workbench. He paused and glanced at the doorway, in case someone happened to be listening. He looked back at Gaius and replied through gritted teeth, "If it'll help Merlin, do it. Do not tell my father."

Already, Arthur felt guilt prodding and poking at him all over, but he quickly shoved those feelings away. Surely, using magic once to help a friend couldn't be too bad. And besides, it was Merlin Arthur was thinking about. If Arthur could help his friend, he would go as far as to using magic – maybe even going behind his father – to do so.

"Are you sure, sire? It is a great risk." The older man said in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter now." Arthur replied tightly. "Just…do what you can."

With that, the prince strode out of the physician's chambers. His heart and brain was racing and pounding in his ears – if there was anyone to find out about what would happen in the next hours…

At least Merlin will remember me, Arthur thought to himself. And besides, it's not like Merlin would be able to know if I used magic or not…

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"You used magic?!" Merlin hissed the second Arthur walked into the younger man's bedroom later that day. Arthur blinked and closed the door quickly. He turned back around to face his friend and crossed his arms. "Nice to see you, too, Merlin," he said lightly, trying to avoid the topic.

Merlin stood up from his bed and walked over to Arthur, his eyes wide. "You used magic." He repeated. "You…I know you did, Arthur."

Arthur sighed and rubbed his brow. "And how would you be sure of that?" He asked.

"I saw it happen – I may have been concussed, but I wasn't blind!" Merlin retorted, crossing his arms.

Arthur rolled his eyes and replied, "Alright, Merlin, I'm so terribly sorry you're upset. I promise I won't ever try to help you out in any way ever again."

Merlin snorted and shook his head in what appeared to be an exasperated manner, but when he looked up, there was a smile on his face. He undid his arms and replied, "Er…thank you, though. It would have been…odd, not to know who you are. Who you really are, I mean." He added hastily.

Arthur's face softened and he simply gave a small nod in reply. "It's fine." He replied and re-opened the door. "I'll expect you to be in my chambers tomorrow morning, of course."

A small, light chuckle escaped out of Merlin's lips and he replied, "Of course. Obviously."

Arthur smiled again and turned back around. "I'm glad you're back, Merlin." He said quietly and left Merlin in a stunned silence.

A/N - I think this little arc would take place around mid-late season one to mid-season two, when Merlin and Arthur's friendship isn't totally blossomed yet, but Arthur still cares about Merlin, even though he's too proud and prattish to admit it. XD

Sorry for any OOC-ness, but...*sighs* I did say I was having trouble writing this chapter. I was a bit desperate to get something done. As always, please leave a review - give constructive criticism if you have any, but no flames! Requests are also open!