'Oh, hello!' the young man broke the silence. His voice sounded young and playful. 'How long w-were you there?'

'Just uh, a minute or so,' Merlin guessed.

'Ah, well, I'm the Doctor, and this,' he put his arm around the beautiful young girl 'is Clara.'

'Um, Doctor who?' Merlin asked, knowing he couldn't possibly be called the Doctor.

'No, just the Doctor,' Clara said 'what do we call you then?' The two went up to him.

'Oh, I'm-' Merlin was cut off by Arthur's voice

'Merlin!' he shouted. Blushing slightly, Merlin pointed to the direction of the voice.

'Yeah,' he chuckled.

'Merlin?' Clara looked at the Doctor, then back to him 'nice name.' Merlin looked at her, she seemed familiar. Where did he know her from? Arthur cut through his thoughts.

'Merlin,' he said 'honestly I tell you to go get a blooming rabbit and you take forever-' Arthur stopped when he saw the Doctor and Clara.

'Oh, yes hello,' the Doctor smiled 'see it's all been a bit of a mix-up. I'm the Doctor, and this is my friend Clara. You see, we're quite new to the area and your friend Merlin here was giving us directions. We're travellers, you see. And I would be proud of his community spirit and general helpfulness. Now, might I ask who you are?' Merlin was surprised at the lie the Doctor had just said to save him from a tongue lashing from Arthur.

'King Arthur Pendragon of Camelot,' he said, shaking hands with the Doctor 'Doctor who?'

'Just the Doctor, sorry, King Arthur? Of Camelot?' the Doctor asked, seeming delighted.

'Yes,' Arthur replied. The Doctor smiled at Clara and looked at her; she had a look of total excitement on her face.

'Oh good Lord, massive honour,' the Doctor said 'I've heard tons of stories about you; I-I-I never dreamt I'd actually meet you.'

'Yeah, it's amazing to meet you,' Clara said, smiling.

'What do we call you?' Clara asked the boy, walking up to him. As she saw him up close, she was struck by how familiar he looked. Had they met before?

'Oh I'm-' his was cut off by another voice.

'Merlin!' a man shouted. Blushing, the boy pointed to where the voice came from.

'Merlin?' Clara asked, she looked at the Doctor and then back to him. Merlin's a story she thought. 'Nice name,' she said. A young man entered. He was tall and strong looking, with floppy blond hair and blue eyes. He was wearing brown trousers and black boots, with a blue shirt and brown sleeveless jacket.

'Merlin,' he said 'honestly I tell you to go get a blooming rabbit and you take forever-' he stopped and looked at the Doctor and Clara, looking slightly puzzled.

'Oh, yes hello,' the Doctor smiled 'see it's all been a bit of a mix-up. I'm the Doctor, and this is my friend Clara. You see, we're quite new to the area and your friend Merlin here was giving us directions. We're travellers, you see. And I would be proud of his community spirit and general helpfulness. Now, might I ask who you are?' Clara smiled, knowing the Doctor had lied, and the look on Merlin's face showed he was grateful.

The man came down and shook hands with the Doctor 'King Arthur Pendragon of Camelot' he introduced 'um, Doctor who?'

'Just the Doctor,' the Doctor said quickly 'sorry, King Arthur of Camelot?' They were excited and shocked, and if that was the legendary King Arthur; did that make Merlin the sorcerer?

'Yes,' Arthur replied. The Doctor and Clara looked at each other, more excited than ever.

'Oh good Lord, massive honour,' the Doctor said 'I've heard tons of stories about you; I-I-I never dreamt I'd actually meet you.'

'Yeah, it's amazing to meet you,' Clara said, smiling. Arthur smiled.

'Well, thank you,' he said 'Travellers, you say. Where are you headed?'

'Oh, well we don't actually know,' the Doctor admitted. He wanted more than anything to go to Camelot, be a part of the legend.

'Well, in that case. I quite like you, Doctor. Would you like to come back to Camelot with us?' Arthur asked. He didn't know why he was asking that, but something was telling him to. But he did like the Doctor; there was something about him that he was fascinated by.

The Doctor smiled and looked at Clara, who was as excited as a child in a sweetshop. 'Yes, I-I-I'd love to. Thank you so much!' the Doctor couldn't get the words out fast enough. Arthur smiled.

'Have you got supplies or-' Arthur asked

'Nope, just our good selves,' the Doctor said. Arthur started walking followed by the Doctor and Merlin.

'I just need to get something, I'll catch up,' Clara called. Merlin looked over his shoulder to see her disappear into the TARDIS. A few moments later, she came out with her red bag across her body. She smiled at Merlin, who seemed slightly confused, and put a finger to her lips. They walked together, trying to catch up with the Doctor and Arthur. She was surprised at how easy he was to talk to. Clara left out the details of time and space travel.

'So, you're his personal servant?' Clara asked.

'Yeah,' Merlin replied.

'Sounds nice,' she said.

'Yeah, until you start mucking out stables,' he joked. They laughed and, as she looked at him, it hit her. Where she had seen him before. In the dreams.

She had been having these dreams for months, but she had never paid much attention to them. She never told the Doctor about them. But they always had Merlin in them. They were together, lying under a tree, sitting by the water, running, holding hands. He had never spoken and he had never said his name, or if he did she never remembered. In the most recent dreams, she was holding onto him. She had never known why, but something was pulling her away from him. The harder she was pulled, the harder he held on. There was one thing she always remembered from that dream, one thing in her head when she woke up.

I can't let him go.

-Merlin was excited that the Doctor was coming to Camelot, he didn't know why though. As he walked, he looked back at Clara, who had disappeared into the blue box. He wondered what that box was, or what it was for. A few moments later, Clara emerged with a red bag across her body. He was confused, and Clara put a finger to her lips and pulled him along, to catch up with the Doctor and Arthur. As they walked, they talked; Merlin was surprised at how easy Clara was to talk to. Just about their lives, but Merlin left out the details about magic.

'So, you're his personal servant?' Clara asked.

'Yeah,' Merlin replied.

'Sounds nice,' she said.

'Yeah, until you start mucking out stables,' he joked. Clara laughed, and looking at her, Merlin realised where he had seen her before. His dreams.

He had been having dreams almost every night for the past few months. He hadn't told Gaius about them, he thought they meant nothing. But she was always in them. She never spoke, nor ay her name. They were dancing, walking, hand in hand, lying under a tree, wrapped up in each other's arms. It was always different. He had been having a dream recently, the past few weeks, where he ran into the throne room to found Clara lying face down on the ground. He lifts her head and looks at her, she is pale and her eyes are dull, without sparkle. One thing he always remembered, sticking in his head after he woke.

I can't lose her.