A/N: I believe that writer's block is like a cold. It is really bad one day then suddenly your nose becomes unblocked over night. I'm at stage 2. The coughing has gone but I still have an itchy nose. This is my anological explaination for the worse-than-usual quality of this chapter but I didn't want to let anyone who wants to know what happens down.

On with the plot ;)

the Arthur span around on the spot. There was roaring sounds coming from every direction. Huge beasts pounded towards one another in what seemed like armour while people walked past in indescribable robes talking to themselves holding grey boxes. Arthur successfully managed to be able to see above the heads of the crowd and spotted his big eared companion, who was studying a large parchment.

"Oh, you're here. Thought you said you would find another servant to replace me if I didn't return" Merlin grinned looking up from the scroll.

"Merlin, where are we?" Arthur asked, trying to keep the worry out of his voice

"Apparently, according to this map, we are right in the middle of Trafalgar Square" replied Merlin, returning his gaze downwards as if Arthur had asked him what the weather was like.

"Merlin, what are you talking about? What is a 'mar-p'?" Arthur was beginning to feel agitated.

"It's a MA-p. I used on of the very few coins you give me as payment for my services to buy it off that man over there" said Merlin, pointing to a stall labelled 'MAPS' where a bald man was gleefully grinning at Merlin, kissing and biting the coin.

Just then, a female wearing a very inappropriate looking gown that made what Morgana wore look innocent, bounded up to Arthur and kissed him full on the mouth while another female held another of the grey boxes towards the surprised prince. The was a small click and the girl pulled away, winked, and tore off with the grey box girl.

Merlin was trying very hard not to laugh at the expression on Arthur's face as he turned to face the young warlock.

"Merlin, I do not believe that this… land is in Camelot's borders and I suggest we leave"

"But Arthur, this place is exactly what you need. You are always saying how you sometimes feel that the burden of being the heir to the throne is too much. This could be like an…expedition?"

Arthur looked around. It was true that although those metal creatures were noisy, unlike in Camelot, they were not trying to attack. His father would never know of this as he had presumed the two would stay in a tavern outside the forest for the night. He turned towards his black haired assistant who was smiling hopefully back at him

"Fine. One night. But we must not tell anyone as they might feel this is sorcery. And if this does turn out to be the work of magic, I am alerting my father that you suggested this. Agreed?"

"Great!" chirped Merlin "Now, since you've decided we're secure, I recommend you ask around for a place to stay."

"Why must I ask? You seem to know a lot more about this place than me" argued Arthur

"I don't have the grandeur and grace that you own… but mostly because you have the money" remarked Merlin "Oh, look there's someone" he added, indicating towards a man dressed in black breeches, with what seemed to be a black noose around his neck. Arthur walked towards the man and held out his hand.

"Halt, peasant" he commanded forcefully. Merlin rolled his eyes behind his master's back.

"Excuse me?" replied the commuter, who seemed quite daunted by the presence of the strange man's sword around his waist and his greeting.

"Could you direct my servant and I towards the nearest tavern?" Arthur stated firmly, looking the poor man straight in the eye

"He means a 'hooo-tel" interrupted Merlin helpfully.

"Well, if you want a place to stay, like a 'hooo-tel', there's the Trafalgar Hotel over there" replied the man, pointing with a shaking hand towards the south.

"Thank you kind sir. Your assistance is appreciated" said Arthur, handing the man a gold piece.

The man looked at the coin, his previous worries for his own safety turning into disbelief.

"That's for me? This is amazing! I can leave my job with this and buy that conservatory the Mrs wanted AND the 48" inch flat screen telly and have millions left over! Whoopee!" and with that, the black noose man, shook the confused prince's hand until it hurt, and left.

Once the strange and peculiarly overjoyed man was out of eyesight, Merlin faced his master.

"What was that? 'Halt peasant'?, 'direct my servant and I to the nearest tavern'? That isn't how people around here talk, I heard them on their tel-e-phon-e-s. They say things like 'hey' a lot"

"So if I owned a horse, I would look more 'normal'?" asked Arthur. "These people have strange customs"

"I agree. We should ask for a room in the Traf-ale-garrrr Hotel using your money then. People seemed to be very impressed with your sword, they're watching us enough and if someone steals it, the King will probably take it out of my inadequate fees." responded Merlin.

Arthur picked up the two rabbits that had made their journey with him and followed Merlin to the south towards the Traf-ale-garrr Hotel using Merlin's MA-p.

Right, if you would like this to continue, it is now up to you (wow. I sound all business-like :P) the kiss from Elizabeththecrazy has been used up and my other lovely reviewer did not put her request in. A few more kisses can be allowed because Arthur seems to loveeee them but it would be payback for laughing at him if Merlin received one too ;) In a few chapters time we discover Morgana's evil plan (including LOTS of smirking) and what that has to do with our heroes.. expedition

Anyway, read, review and please please please please pleaseeeeee send in what you want to happen next so you can act as my Vix cold relief :P