"Merlin! Merlin! MERLIN!"

Merlin sprinted through to the living room at the sound of Arthur's panicked shout. "What's happened? Are you alright?" he asked in a rush.

"No, I'm not alright!" Arthur snapped. "Look!" He pointed at Merlin's television, sitting innocently in the corner of the room.

Merlin heaved a deep sigh. "What happened, Arthur?" he asked wearily.

Arthur pointed at the remote lying face-down on the floor which Merlin assumed he'd thrown away in a panic. "I pressed one of the buttons on that… thing and the box over there went all bright and weird moving pictures came on it! Then I pressed the same button, and it went black again!"

Merlin bit back a laugh. "That's called a television, Arthur."

"A what?"

Merlin picked up the remote, ignoring Arthur's frantic shout of, "No, Merlin, I forbid you to touch it, it's dangerous!" and pointed it at the television. "You press this red button here," he told Arthur. "That turns it on…"

"Yes, that was the button I pressed!" Arthur interrupted.

"Yes, and if you press it again, which you must have done, it turns off."

"But what does it do?"

"You can watch things on it," Merlin explained. "Lots of different types of things – I'll show you if you want."

"No!" said Arthur at once. "No way! It's dangerous, Merlin. You need to get rid of it at once!"

"It's not!" said Merlin helplessly. "Everyone has one, Arthur. You'll like it if you give it a chance, honestly…"

"No!" Arthur folded his arms and glared at Merlin.

"Okay, if you're sure," Merlin shrugged. "I'll watch it myself – you can go if you want."

Arthur flinched as Merlin pressed another button, changing the channel. "Look Arthur, you can-"

"NO!" Arthur roared, jumping to his feet and flying in the direction of the door. "You're putting yourself in unnecessary danger, Merlin! I thought that even you had more sense!"

"Arthur, it's perfectly safe-"

"No, it ISN'T!" Merlin rolled his eyes as Arthur slammed the door shut and stomped upstairs.

"He'll be down soon," Merlin murmured to himself. Sure enough, five minutes later, the door banged open and Arthur stormed in.

"You alright?" Merlin asked, keeping his eyes on the screen. "Have you stopped acting like a toddler?"

Arthur glared at him. "I don't trust this at all, Merlin, but I'll let you show me how to work it if youreally want to."

Merlin beamed at him. "Good. Well done Arthur."

"Well, I'm not a coward," said Arthur firmly.

"Of course you're not," said Merlin kindly.

Arthur shuddered as he looked at the television. "It looks horrible Merlin. What's the point of it?"

"It's there for entertainment," said Merlin, shrugging. "You'll really enjoy watching it Arthur."

Arthur shook his head firmly. "I won't."

"You will," Merlin insisted.

Arthur sat down slowly. "So, where do we start?"

Merlin sighed. "No idea. I don't really know how to teach someone how to work a television – it's not something I've ever done before."

"Well if you don't want to-" Arthur began.

"No, I will," said Merlin quickly. "Just…keep calm. Don't panic whenever I press a button, okay?"

Arthur shot up, indignant. "I don't panic! I never panic!"

"No," said Merlin brightly. "After all, you've never panicked about anything in your life!"

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