AHAHAHAHAAAAA NO SLASH, YO

Disclaimer : I honestly don't think I own anything... except for my boring Floofs and whatnot. I don't own anything good *sigh*
Warning : Set after season four, Reveal fic
May Contain : A band of Floofs, UNICORNS, Terribly written spells, Cliffhangers to annoy the heck out of you, Aithusaaaaa (and Kilgharrah), Catboy!Merlin, King Arthur Pratdragon, the Knights of Camelot, GWAINE, EEEEVIL, Morgana, FLUFFINESS, and a whole lot of MAGIC~
I apologize for any OOCness!
Thank you xXMistressMadHatterXx and merlinandfreyaFTW for letting me steal your wonderful ideas! I'm sorry for butchering them!

Whoo. Now stuff starts to happen! I know you probably all miss Morgana and Deathbringer (lol not) but... they're busy atm XD Enjoy more pointlessness!

Early next morning, Merlin was still trying to read the books. He'd got through nearly every pile of tomes, but there were still more and more surrounding him. He'd gone to the library around midnight, to Geoffrey's great displeasure.

Merlin had allowed Gwaine to believe he'd given up, so as not to worry him, but as soon as the knight had left, he'd gone back to his books. There wasn't anything even remotely useful, but that never stopped him. He could always ask Kilgharrah... And then his nose met the pages and his eyes slipped closed. Maybe he could get an hour of sleep for the day...

"Merlin!" Well then. Guess not. After all, taking care of a prat was more important.

Merlin groaned loudly and lifted his face an inch out of the book, getting comfortable. There was no way he was going to Arthur while he had such a lovely place for himself the books...

"Merlin!" That sounded closer, as if he were right next to him, screaming in his ear... No, he wouldn't check. It wouldn't be worth it if Arthur weren't really there.

"MERLIN!" Merlin flinched away from the loud noise, willing his large ears to fold shut. And then Arthur grabbed one of said ears, dragging Merlin's head off the book. Merlin whimpered and did everything he could to not jar his sensitive ear.

"No sleeping on the job, Merlin!"

"I wasn't sleeping," Merlin muttered, sitting down so he was facing the King. Arthur was squatting in front of him, frowning expectantly—and a little amusedly—at him. The poor ear was still in his merciless grip.

"Why do you love to lie so much?"

"Why are you such a clotpole?"

Arthur let out a laugh. "I wouldn't have to be a clotpole if you weren't such an idiot."

Merlin froze and stared at him. "Did you just admit you're a clotpole?"

"No, Merlin," Arthur said, rolling his eyes. He gave his ear a tug. "Up."

"Ow!" Merlin yelped, hastily complying. "You don't tell cats that, Arthur. You tell dogs that."

"I shouldn't have to tell anyone that, I'm the King," Arthur grumbled under his breath, not releasing his manservant's ear.

Merlin let out a guffaw, bending at an awkward angle in a feeble attempt to protect his ear as he was dragged out of the room. He suddenly realized where he was being taken. "Wait, Arthur, can't this wait?"

Arthur stopped. "Why? Have somewhere better to be, Merlin?" he asked skeptically.

"Well, actually, I was in the middle of doing something important—"

"I think you get more than enough sleep, Merlin. You can get some more later."

"No, Arthur, I mean I was looking for something, in the books. It's really important, so..."

"You? Doing something important? What did Gwaine give you to create that delusion?"

"Arthur, you know how Morgana was saved?"

"What are you—?"

Merlin sighed in frustration. "When she disappeared. She was lethally injured. She should not have survived. I was trying to find out what saved her."

"So? She could have just used magic—"

"It's not that simple! I've looked into it, and she's not powerful enough to heal herself quickly enough to be able to survive! Besides, I found something out; you need a lot of good magic for healing. Morgana's only been practising dark magic. She simply can't have healed herself."

"So... something helped her," Arthur clarified, trying to elucidate his manservant's jargon.

"Yes, Arthur. Something powerful." Merlin straightened up as much as he could with his ear in the devil's grip. "Are you going to let me go?" he asked tentatively.

Arthur thought about it for a moment, his face pinched in concentration. "No, I don't think I will."

"What?" Merlin spluttered. "But I told you what I was doing, and it's important!"

"Not as important as doing my laundry."

"But I did that yesterday!"

"And you're doing it again today, Merlin." He dragged the reluctant cat into his chambers, finally releasing his ear and leaving him in the center of the room. The King walked around and picked up each piece of clothing he found on the floor, proceeding to fling it gracelessly at his manservant's face.

Merlin was too busy staring around the room to pay attention to anything until it hit him. The room was a complete and utter mess. "What happened?"

Arthur looked up for a second, throwing another shirt at Merlin's growing pile. "Someone forgot to bring me breakfast."

"Oh, so you threw a tantrum?"

"I did not!"

"Then what happened?"

"I don't feel the need to explain myself to you, Merlin."

Merlin raised his arms placatingly; or at least, he raised them as much as he could, as they were full of prat laundry. "Of course not. Prat," he added in a mumble, when Arthur's back was turned. He trotted into the hall, trying not to stagger into walls in his exhaustion. Really, couldn't he have five minutes to sleep?

Arthur, Gwen, and the knights were meeting in the throne room to discuss something important.

Naturally, Merlin was there as well, having been dragged from his chores to attend the assembly. He didn't have to hide in a corner, trying to be inconspicuous, because everyone in the room knew he had magic. That didn't stop him from doing it, though.

"Percival and Elyan," Arthur was saying, standing with his arms folded behind him, "I want you to gather the people of the lower town, and tell them that there is a threat impending. Prepare them to evacuate into the woods; we don't know when Morgana will attack this time, or how powerful she is. Elyan, I want you to find them somewhere in the forest where they can hide. That cave from a few years ago won't do; Morgana knows where it is."

Each of the knights nodded dutifully, already formulating plans in their heads. "Yes Sire," they chorused.

"Guinevere," Arthur enunciated, turning slowly to face his wife. The Queen straightened. "I want you and Leon to speak to the rest of the city. They'll listen to you; they know you. Tell them what's going on, and prepare them like the people of the lower town. We can't be too careful. And, Merlin..." Arthur stopped, seeing his manservant curled up in a corner, snoring softly. Gwen cooed a little, smiling at the way his tail twitched in his sleep. The knights were all smirking in amusement, except for Gwaine, who was eying them dangerously. Gwaine was oddly possessive, and Gwaine liked cats.

Arthur sighed, grabbing a metal jug from the table, preparing to hurl it at the wall above Merlin's head. Gwen saw him, and gripped his arm, gasping. "Arthur!" she hissed, prying the weapon away.

Arthur frowned incredulously at her. She wasn't the boss of what he threw or didn't throw at his manservant! Still, Arthur compliantly released the container, puffing out a breath of exasperation.

"Merlin," he called. Nothing happened.

"Merlin," he called again, a little louder, but to no avail.

Arthur walked right up to him and, placing a foot on the side of his head, spoke very clearly, "Merlin."

Merlin didn't even stir.

Arthur sighed. He didn't want to resort to this method... but his manservant had to understand the importance of this meeting. He gingerly grabbed one of the cat's silky ears, and without further ado, gave it a sharp tug, pulling Merlin's head off the ground, much like he had in Gaius' chambers.

As expected, Merlin yelped, immediately getting off the ground and cupping a hand around his abused ear. "Arthur!"

Arthur ignored him, standing up. "Merlin, you and I are going to meet your friends in the forest, to make plans."

Merlin blinked owlishly. "My friends?"

Arthur nearly smacked him. He really had no desire to go through this again. "Yes, Merlin, your friends," he forced through gritted teeth.

Merlin frowned, feigning confusion. "Are these the friends that—"

"Yes, Merlin, your friends!"

Merlin flashed a grin, pushing himself off the cold ground. "So, my friends, then." This time, Arthur really did smack him upside the head, walking swiftly away. Merlin chuckled, rubbing his head.

Elyan was the first to speak. "Your friends, Merlin?"

Merlin laughed when he heard Arthur screaming at him to hurry up. He winked at Elyan, jogging to his master. He nearly ran into a wall more than a few times on his way out of the castle, but that never stopped him.

Merlin and Arthur had been walking in the forest for the better part of an hour, having ditched the horses at the clearing. Arthur, strangely, complained more than Merlin did. It was probably because Merlin actually knew where they were going, and so had less time to bicker with the King.

"Merlin, where are we going?"

"That's the third time you've asked that!"

"And yet you never answer me."

"Well, if you'd speak in a nicer tone—"

"Oh, you're one to talk."

"See? That's exactly my point!"

"Shut up, Merlin."

Merlin sighed, looking around at the trees for a way to navigate himself. He felt a flash of satisfaction as he passed by yet another strip of cloth tied to a low branch. If he followed the signs correctly, he would end up exactly where he wanted. And since Arthur only wanted to meet up with his 'friends', he didn't have to know where they were going. Regardless, he wasn't going to like it when he got there...

"Merlin," Arthur said, spearing out an arm to stop his manservant from going any further. Merlin stumbled a bit, but stopped. He looked around for whatever Arthur was warning him of.

"What?" he hissed, not seeing anything.

Arthur grabbed the back of his head, turning it so he could see. There was a figure dressed in a light blue cloak, standing still about fifty feet in front of them. It was facing them, but they couldn't make out its face. Merlin, suspecting who it was, stepped around Arthur's arm to see the figure a little better. Ignoring his friend's frantic whispering, he walked up until he was ten feet away from the newcomer. From there, Merlin could easily see his face. He grinned, and his ears twitched in excitement.

"Gilli!"

Hey, is that a cliffhanger? Not really... it's more of an open-ended sequence.
Cliffhanger sounds better.

Yeah, I'm still not solving the whole "is Merlin suicidal? :O" thing. He's not, by the way.

But yay! It's... Gilli tiiiiem!
GILLI I LOVE YOU.
SORRY IF I LOVE CAT!MERLIN MORE, THOUGH.

And sorry if I love my readers more than the two of you combined XD sound impossible? It isn't. I love you all so much I could die. It's ridiculous. I thought I would get a maximum of 30 reviews on this thing (and even then, it seemed a long shot) and look at this now! Guys... it's so much, I just... six more reviews 'till a hundred! A HUNDRED! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! I CAN'T... I MEAN... this is getting long, sorry XD

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