A/N: Sorrry, I think I promised last chapter that I would publish this yesterday but I got distracted by a Jill Mansell book, so not one word was written. But it's here now. And I'm sure most of you will forgive me if you Merlin lovers read on... ;)

Merlin awoke to a terrifying screeching noise from the comfiest night sleep he had had since the day he was born. Opening his eyes, he found the source of the monstrosity was Arthur fiddling with a round grey box with buttons.

"Arthur, what is THAT?" said Merlin as he pulled the pillow over his head to try and shield himself from the blasts of nails on chalkboard. "According to the voices coming from this box, it was a person called Mile-yy Sigh-us. I quite like it, they're talking to me with music behind them. Apparently it's a 'tuuu-n'"

"It's pronounced Mile-e Sigh-rus and nobody in this country likes her. Now turn it down! What part of 'keep quiet so no one will know you were here' do you not understand?" asked Polly, who had walked into their much to Arthur's disgust, shared chambers during the conversation.

Arthur turned off the magical grey voice box ad Polly quietly said "anyway, I managed to sneak you some breakfast, then you can be on your way to wherever you're going." Polly put down the tray and helped herself to some toast. She had enquired their name last night and seemed to be extra friendly towards Merlin as she explained he had a 'cute way of saying his name'.

"Poll-ee, where do we freshen up? I need Merlin to prepare my bath" asked Arthur, taking his sword out from under his bed. Polly looked at Arthur angrily "let Merlin go in the bathroom first, he deserves it" she snapped, turning to grin at Merlin who looked rather confused and grateful at the same time. Merlin walked into the door he discovered held and large white bucket for Arthur's bath later.

"Polly, where's the water?" came from the bathroom.

"Hit the round circle thing called a button in front of you for the-"

"Arggh! Why's the water coming down?" came the surprise cry, as the young warlock reappeared from the door soaking wet from the head down to his shirt, which now clung to him rather nicely, Polly noted.

After Merlin had got used to the sound of the hairdryer, he was able to dry off and the three left the hotel without being spotted. "Right, I have a day off so I'm all yours" said Polly, glancing at Merlin. "I could be your tour guide?"

And so began a very unconventional day trip.

Polly suggested seeing the London Eye before the busy afternoon but faced a difficult problem on the Underground but the ticket seller promised to not press charges after seeing the size of Arthur's blade when he had attacked the ticket barrier after getting frustrated with not being able to get through.

Once the boys had stopped screaming at the thundering noise of the train approaching and Arthur had managed to pull his sword from the gap between the train and the platform (Get your mind out the gutter people! Especially you Witherspoons…) they travelled towards Westminster.

They got their own private capsule on the Eye by Arthur sneakily handing the very bored looking man behind the desk a gold coin. Once on the Eye, the boys clung to the rail as if there was no capsule at all and they were about to fall into the brown water below. They had to stop off inside HMV for Arthur to find some more Mile-yy Sigh-us tuuu-n. Sitting down in Starbucks, Polly had taken several pictures of the two experiencing their first frozen headache. Just as they were finishing their coffees and Polly had put her phone (or grey box to our heroes) Arthur sighed.

"Well this has been a memorable time, but we really must get back to Camelot so-" Polly choked on her mocha. "Sorry…where?" she asked glancing between the two companions.

"Umm… Camelot? Our…home?" Merlin replied, feeling very confused at the lukewarm coffee on her chin.

"But Camelot's not…Oh my God" Polly breathed, now increasing the pace she swivelled her head. "Arthur and Merlin…you're Arthur and Merlin." She had now begun violently pointing her finger at them.

"I just gave the King of Camelot and Merlin brain freezes!" cried the two octave higher voice of the girl.

Once Polly had stopped hyperventilating, the trio left for Trafalgar to part their separate ways. They were just coming from Charing Cross station towards the fountain when the medieval duo spotted two familiar yet unexpected faces.

The Lady Morgana and her handmaiden Guinevere stared right back at them.

Yep. Merlin got wet (No. That is NOT another innuendo.) I had to do it. Witherspoon has been moaning about how we all see Arthur shirtless so I decided to happify her. And never fear, if you enjoy this story, you will be delighted to hear getting back to a place many people believe never existed is not going to be easy. And this morning, Spoons also agreed that Gwen being run over by a bus would NOT be a nice thing for me to write so Gwen will actually be mentioned in more than one chapter and not meet her untimely end trying to befriend the glossy red creature...

have a nice interlude between chappies and a nice day!

Reviewsical please!

xxx :)