This is probably one of my more weak written chapters. I'm proud of it but I do feel like more could have been done. My worst fear with this fanfiction is that I'll get you guys confused with the plot line…or I'll get myself confused. Anyway, I must dash, goodbye. Wait, not goodbye. Alunze! (Is that how it's spelt.)

Clark's meeting with the prince of Camelot went surprisingly well.

Arthur seemed to have warmed up to him and offered to show him around some time. Clark felt as if he had almost made a friend in this time. The conversation that they had had in the citadel that morning had led to an unlikely acquaintance.

: Earlier that very Morning:

"Clark, do you have any reasons for being in the citadel this early."

Clark spoke hastily, not wanting to reveal himself. "Eh…I'm just looking."

"Looking…" Arthur said in a very low tone, almost annoyed.

"Yeah. I thought that I should look around. You know, maybe I'll remember something."

"Citizens don't just look around the citadel. Though in your condition that I found you in, I'm surprised that you didn't die from blood loss." Arthur laughed.

"I wasn't dying." Clark muttered.

"Well, that was a nasty head wound. Did Gauis let you leave?"

"Yes he did, I wouldn't just leave."

"You were bleeding, a gash like that, not even my strongest knights could have survived."

"Well, it's healed now and….." Clark stopped himself. His wound wouldn't be healed yet if he were human.

Arthur narrowed his eyes. "I doubt that it's healed yet. I do think that I'm the one who would remember how badly that wound looked. Maybe you should return to the physician chambers. We don't want the injured just collapsing in the middle of the citadel."

"I'm fine Arthur. Wouldn't you just leave me alone? All I need is some fresh air."

A guard past them, overhearing the conversation. He stopped and glared at Clark. "You will address the crowned prince as 'Sire' or 'my lord'."

Clark looked to the guard and then back to Arthur. Was he supposed to? Arthur hadn't told him otherwise.

Arthur waved away the guard "Leave." Then turned back to Clark.

Clark watched the guard go and laughed out to himself with no thought intended "Prat."

He gasped and brought his hand to his mouth. Had he just said that aloud? He looked to Arthur to see his reaction.

Arthur had a clear reaction which confused Clark even more. He seemed to be looking at him intently, up and down. Clark believed he was in for a scolding but was met with a grin. "You sound exactly like my servant."

Clark was shocked, as well as confused. "Do I sire?"

"Merlin…" he heard from Arthur. It was a whisper, a small plea. "You remind me of him."

Arthur looked away, his face morphing from worry for his servant to a plastered version, almost emotionless.

"Eh…" Clark said, unsure of what to say. The awkward silence shifting the air and making him feel tense. That's when Arthur spoke once more.

"Say, Clark. Can you carry armour?"

Clark was taken aback by this unexpected question. He grinned, that would be no problem. He decided to play along.

"Yes. I suppose I could. I've never had to before."

"Can you tend to horses?" Arthur continued, looking thoughtfully at Clark. Almost as if expecting him all over.

"Yes actually. I'm good at riding horses and tending to them. What are you implying?"

Clark was actually very good with horses. Lana and he usually go riding in the fields of Smallville but he couldn't tell Arthur that.

"Can you withstand long hours serving the people of Camelot and or nobles?"

Clark didn't have to think about this question very hard. It was normal for him to do hard work on the farm. Yes, it only took him a few minutes to complete the work but it was still hard work. He did also spend most of his time helping his friends and the people of Smallville, saving many lives. Whatever Arthur asked of him, it wouldn't be much of a chore.

"Yes sire." He replied. A thought struck him. Wait. Was Arthur going to make him a knight?

"Well the problem is…" Arthur stopped mid-sentence, coughing. "…with Merlin missing…there's no one to tend to me. I thought you might like the job."

Clark was very surprised. Almost honoured at the request. "But. I'm not servant material surely. Isn't there anyone else?"

"No. well…I would be lying there. There are the other servants. It's just that the other servants don't understand."

"What don't they understand?" Clark asked, his brows narrowed.

"Merlin, that's who." Arthur said simply. "You can do some jobs for me. Since Merlin has disappeared. Why don't you meet me in my chambers by mid-day."

There small conversation in the citadel had been abruptly stopped however when a guard approached them. The guard told Arthur that his father wanted him urgently. Clark couldn't begin to fathom why. He hoped it had nothing to do with his arrival in Camelot.

"Clark" The prince said in farewell as he turned to leave and follow the guard.

Clark nodded to the prince respectfully. "Arthur."

The prince turned and glared at him, questioningly.

Clark quickly realising that he hadn't addressed the prince properly and would probably be caught out if he didn't keep his cover he spat out.

"A-Sire..."

The prince seemed to smile weakly and shrugged off his mistake, not seeming to mind.

"It's okay Clark. You can call me Arthur. Your more like Merlin than you think. "

Clark laughed, he understood how annoying titles could be. "Arthur…" he said once more.

Midday in Camelot

He almost felt disappointed that he had to say goodbye. He had just met the King of Camelot! Well…the future King of Camelot. He wanted to learn more about the person behind the legendary figure that is Arthur Pendragon.

That was when he realised.

Wait…Had he just been tricked into replacing the Great Merlin as the personal and up close servant of Prince Arthur.

Clark knew that the prince had been joking about showing him around Camelot, but he couldn't stop thinking that it would have been nice to have someone showing him around. Maybe he would have found out how to return to his own time faster that way.

The only person that he had met was Gauis and he wasn't very fond of the man. His worries only seemed to stretch out to figuring out why he was here and why.

Arthur was the second person to of who he had met from this time. He hoped that he wouldn't have to stay in Camelot very long, he didn't want to interfere with history. Who knew what would happen if he did. He wasn't supposed to be in this time.

It had taken some time for him to adjust to the new situation.

He was lost.

He was standing in the middle of the castle with no idea where to find Arthur's chambers. He should have asked Arthur where they were. It looked like he would have to ask someone else for directions.

The problem was that the hall he stood in was completely vacant.

Clark sighed and started to walk down the hall in a long stride in an attempt to find Arthur's chambers or even someone who would give him directions. He had not been that surprised when Arthur had asked him to be his temporary servant, I mean it wasn't as if Clark had any other problems. The good thing that Clark thought of when it came to serving Arthur was that he would now be able to ask about that rock that Gauis found. He remembered on the first day he arrived. Gauis had given something valuable to Arthur and he had said that it would be going into the vaults. Was that like a bank? Where the vaults where the kingdom kept its valuables. This seemed the most obvious explanation to their conversation. Now that Clark was close to Arthur, this was going to be much easier. Maybe he had a chance of returning home. All he needed was to look in those vaults…

So caught up in his thoughts he was just rounding a corner and thinking of how much time he was wasting by working for Arthur when he suddenly crashed into someone.

The unknown victim fell backwards and Clark quickly super speeded under the person so that they landed safety in his arms. When he looked down to who he had barged into he was meet with the most delectable and sparkling green eyes he had ever seen and full, red lips that was set against her pale complexion. Wavy black locks framed the woman's face and her cheekbones were high, which added to the affect.

Clark woke himself from his trance and pulled the women up to her feet. He knew he was blushing, he could feel his face starting to burn.

"Thank you." The women said as she readjusted herself firmly on the ground.

Clark caught view of what she was wearing and his heart ached at the view. The women before him wore a dress of pale blue that gripped her curves perfectly and set nicely against her waist length, shiny, and flowing black locks. He couldn't help but gape at her. He had never seen anyone so beautiful in his life.

"Thank you..."the women said again and stared up to him confusingly.

Clark shook his head and looked to her face again, blushing madly. He smiled, and nodded his head to her. "It's okay, my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going."

The women smiled back at him and Clark's heart melted at the beauty that shone from her face. Her eyes seemed to sparkle with every smile and Clark couldn't stop himself from smiling back at her in an attempt to impress her.

"I'm the Lady Morgana" she said when Clark didn't reply.

Clark stopped himself from gaping and realising that he was still holding the woman's wrists. He let them go quickly and stepped back slightly. "M-My Lady." He said with a stutter. "I-It's nice to meet you."

Morgana tilted her head slightly to the ground before looking back up to his face. It was if she were inspecting him as well. Clark suddenly felt self-conscious, but all he could really feel were the butterflies in his chest making him feel bubbly.

"Clark. I'm Clark." He muttered in a love struck way, clearing his throat as he said it.

Morgana smiled. "Well, Clark. Thank you very much for saving me. Even if you where the cause in the first place."

"Well, I hope that you can forgive me, Morgana." Clark answered her cheekily. He liked the way that her name rolled on his tongue. The name almost sounded familiar, as if he had read it somewhere before. He couldn't recall where he had heard it before.

Morgana turned to pass Clark and continue down the hall. "I'll see you around, Clark."

Clark nodded and turned to face her as she pasted him. "Yes, I would like that."

Morgana smiled before heading off, her hips moving with every step she took.

That's when Clark remembered why he was there in the first place. "Eh…my lady"

Morgana turned to look at him.

"Do you happen to know the direction of Arthur's chambers?"

There was a gleam of laughter in Morgana's eyes. "Oh yes, if you go down that hall and turn left it's the last door on the right."

"Thank you!" Clark said and turned to rush down the hall.

Morgana called out last moment. "If you late then you better hurry, Arthur's not the waiting type."

Clark smiled, looking back once before heading to Arthur's chambers.