"Merlin!" Arthur snapped. "I thought I told you not to!"

"What have I done now?" Merlin asked wearily.

In answer, Arthur pointed angrily at the laptop sitting harmlessly on Merlin's knees.

"Sorcery!" he accused.

Merlin laughed and shook his head. "This isn't sorcery, Arthur."

"Well, I don't recall ever seeing one in Camelot," Arthur huffed.

Merlin rolled his eyes. Arthur had recently got it into his head that every single 'modern invention' was in fact Merlin's magic at work, and Merlin was having a hard time convincing him otherwise.

"Arthur, this is called a laptop. You can search different things on it-"

Arthur shook his head, looking reproachful. "You know, it really isn't nice to lie to your best friend, Merlin. Or your superior," he added as an afterthought.

Merlin shrugged, unaffected. "You may have been my superior a thousand years ago, but we're equal now. Anyway, I was always superior to you in knowledge and looks and-"

Arthur threw a cushion at him. "Shut up or I'll break that square thing!" He nodded violently at Merlin's laptop.

"Laptop," said Merlin patiently.

Arthur snorted. "Do you really think I care what it's called? It'll just be some stupid name that you've come up with…"

"If you want, you can come over here and I can show you how it works?" Merlin suggested.

Arthur was silent for a few seconds, deep in thought, before finally nodding and heaving a sigh of resignation. "If I have to."

Merlin moved along the sofa to make room for him. "You can search anything you want in that box there," he told Arthur as his friend sat down, pointing at the search box. "You press these letters to make words, and when you've finished typing the words, you press this button here."

"Can I try?" Arthur asked curiously.

Merlin nodded, and handed the laptop over to Arthur. "Be careful with it," he warned as Arthur began to cautiously press the letters. "If you drop it and smash it, I'll-"

"You will be able to fix it with your magic anyway," said Arthur with a shrug. "It wouldn't even matter."

Merlin was rather ashamed that he was unable to think of a suitable retort to this.

"What are you writing?" he asked Arthur, craning his neck to see what Arthur was slowly typing. So far, he had written, "King A."

"Where's the 'r' button?" said Arthur in frustration, glaring at the keyboard.

Merlin sighed and pointed at the 'r' key. Arthur pressed it slowly, but refused to allow Merlin to help him with the rest of the word.

"Now what do I do?" he asked helplessly when he was finally finished typing, staring at the screen.

"Arthur, are you sure you want to search for yourself?" said Merlin cautiously.

Arthur glared at him. "Of course. I'm amazing."

Rolling his eyes, Merlin pressed the search button, and exactly as he did so the doorbell rang. Heaving himself off the sofa, Merlin made his way out of the room and into the hallway to answer it.

It turned out to be someone trying to sell him something, which Merlin had guessed it would be. He had just managed to convince the seller that he was not interested when Arthur gave a delighted shout from the living room.

"MERLIN! Why didn't you tell me that I'm an important historical figure?! There's loads of stuff about me!"

The woman looked rather bewildered. "Who's that? Did he just call himself a historical figure?"

"It's just my friend," said Merlin quickly, hoping he sounded casual. "He's only joking."

"Right," she replied, although she continued to eye him curiously.

"I'd better be going now," said Merlin hastily, and shut the door before she could protest. He was glad he did, because at that exact moment Arthur gave a roar of rage.

"WHAT?! MERLIN, COME HERE THIS INSTANT!"

Merlin sighed. "Yes, Arthur?" he said rather warily upon entering the living room.

"I look nothing like that!" Arthur pointed at a picture showing a bearded man in evident fury. "How dare they pretend that they know what I look like – I'll be having words with them!"

"Arthur, I really don't think that people will believe you if you go up to them and insist that you are King Arthur," said Merlin in amusement, taking the laptop from Arthur before he broke it in anger.

"But I am!"

"They still won't believe you though, will they?" said Merlin, turning the laptop off in case Arthur took it into his head to search for himself again and became even more annoyed.

"This is ridiculous!" Arthur fumed.

Merlin smiled. "So, I take it you don't like the laptop very much?"

"It's sorcery," said Arthur angrily. "I still know that it's you who's created all these things, Merlin. You can't fool King Arthur!"

"No," Merlin agreed sarcastically. "I don't think I've ever managed to fool you before!"

A/N: As always, thank you to everyone who has reviewed this fic! :)