A/N: Ahhhhhh I worked so hard on this damn chapter but it's here it's finally done!

Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin...or Arthur no matter how much I wished I did. The bbc owns them...but not the actors so maybe I could...

"So it started just after your birthday?"

An aging woman leaned forward in her seat as she listened to her patient. His case seemed to be a special one. His condition appeared out of nowhere, starting just after his 21st birthday.

"About three days after yeah."

A blonde man sat opposite her with confusion written across his young face. He wasn't even sure why he was here, no that's wrong his did know he just couldn't believe why he was here. What self respecting 21 year old man would?

"What exactly is it that you see?"

"Me."

Strange right. Visions of himself and they're everywhere. Not all the time but they happen in the most random of places and it was freaking him out. The young man sighed and hid his face in his hands before looking back at the woman and continuing his explanation.

"I see me but not me...I think. Sometimes I'm wearing a crown and chainmail with a red cape flowing behind me. It has a gold dragon on it."

"What does?"

"The cape and sometimes I look older. I'll have a beard and the crown will be different, more important looking, like that of a king."

The woman studied her patient with curious yet doubt filled eyes. Crowns, gold dragons on red capes, chainmail, it all seemed like he had just fallen asleep after watching a film about the medieval times.

"You just finished University did you not?"

"Yeah, so what?"

"What is it that you studied?"

"I studied History. I did my dissertation on Medieval Battle strategy."

"So you're sure this wasn't just a dream you've been having. A way of releasing all that stress you were under why writing your dissertation."

Agitation flickered across the young man's face as the older woman seemingly mocked his problem. She didn't know how it was to be in the middle of a job interview and have yourself staring at you from across the room dressed like a damn knight.

"It wasn't a dream! He...I...It was there in front of me, once while I was shopping for god's sake."

His outburst seemed to ignite more interest from the woman and she eagerly started scribbling down some notes.

"Well then-"

A loud beeping noise cut her off and she put down her notes.

"I'm sorry, our time is up for today. I'll see you next time Arthur."

Arthur walked out onto the busy streets on London no happier than when he went into that therapy session. He wanted confirmation that he wasn't crazy, that what he was seeing was caused by some bad food or whatever. He didn't want there to be no explanation for the fact that every now and then he would see himself dressed like something out of a story book.

As he walked down the street towards where he parked his motorbike he thought back to the first time it had happened.

Arthur pulled himself out of bed though his body strongly wanted to resist. Moving away from his bed Arthur stumbles across the room to head for the door but as he reaches his floor length mirror a flash of red catches his eye and he freezes. He wasn't wearing red so he was confused about what could possibly have caught his attention.

Moving slowly Arthur stands himself in front of the mirror and a gasps leaves his lips. His reflection was not that of his hardly dressed self, sporting only the underwear he wore to sleep in. Arthur's reflection stood tall with a noble air about him.

He was dress in chainmail with a vivid red tunic over it. In the centre of this tunic was the skilfully embroided image of a golden dragon. A cape of the same red covered his shoulders and went so far down it brushed against the floor. On it was the same golden dragon that the tunic sported. Another thing which stood out was the sword placed at his left hip.

Startled by the unbelievable image in front of his Arthur stumbled backwards with a weak yelp before tripping and landing on the floor. He winced as he hit the floor taking his eyes off of the mirror for a moment. When Arthur finally dared look back he saw only himself looking both shocked and confused.

Arthur slipped his helmet into place as he recalled the last of the experience. He remembered spending hours trying to figure out if the mirror had been altered in anyway. After finding nothing Arthur had come to the conclusion that he had still been half asleep and what he saw was a dream, until he saw it again and again and again.

Starting off down the road Arthur decided that he really just needed somewhere to relax so he set off towards a small cafe he knew was a few streets away.

After parking up he entered the cafe and went to order. He hadn't been in here enough to be recognised and know the staff names but he came often enough to know they served a good cup of coffee and made nice sandwiches.

Just as Arthur had sat down and was about to dig into his sandwich someone entered the cafe and immediately tripped and fell onto Arthur's table causing it to go down with him.

"You absolute idiot!"

Arthur was on his feet in moments, anger very evident on his face. Who was this absolute fool? The young man pulled himself to his feet brushing the pieces of sandwich off of him that had landed on him during the fall. He saw the spilled coffee on the floor and turned to come face to face with a very angry Arthur.

"Um...sorry."

You could almost see the steam coming out of Arthur's ears. The young man in front of him backed up slightly and began apologising;.

"I'm so sorry. I really didn't mean to friend. I am sorry."

Arthurs eyes narrow and he folds his arms across his chest.

"Do I know you?"

The young man looked startled before offering Arthur his hand.

"Er...I'm Merlin"

Arthur ignored the hand.

"So I don't know you."

"No."

"Yet, you called me 'friend'."

"That was my mistake."

Merlin began to move towards the counter as one of the workers came over to clean up the spill.

"Yes I think so."

Arthur picked up his helmet not even looking at the woman who was cleaning at his feet. Merlin turned around, there was a smile on his face as though there was something extremely hilarious about the entire exchange.

"Yeah. I'd never have a friend who could be such an ass."

Arthur snorted and moved towards the exit.

"Or I one who could be so stupid."

After he spoke Arthur froze as a sudden wave of Déjà vu hit him. Merlin laughed at the look on Arthurs face.

"What's wrong? Déjà vu?"

A/N: Well :D What do you think? Do you like the end? I thought it was a fun way of the two meeting again. Review and I will write more!