A/N #1: I'm back with more obsessions! I was kind of at a stand still until season 4 started coming up, and now I'm on a role again. :P The next chapter shouldn't take too much longer to get up either, seeing as how I'm already done with it. Just got to whip up another drabble or ficlet before I can post it!

And now, bring on more signs of obsession! :D Stay tuned for the ficlet at the end!

PART 9:

You know you're obsessed with Merlin when...

You refer to a good hair day as either a Morgana or Gwaine hair day.

You became ridiculously excited when you recognized John Hurt and Warwick Davis in the last Harry Potter film.

Your heart temporarily stopped when you saw the trailer for season four.

You watched the season four bloopers and/or trailer several times each day until the first episode aired.

You don't have internet access for a week, and the next time you check your email you have over a hundred Story Alerts for Merlin fics in your inbox.

You see the word "Purge" while using Photoshop and think of the Great Purge.

You see the word "Pentagon" in your Yahoo news feed and think it says Pendragon.

If you have to watch the show online, you refresh your internet every five minutes to see if the newest episode has been uploaded yet. And when it finally is uploaded, your friends truly begin to worry about you as a result of you screaming and flailing your arms.

You've re-watched the first episode of season four that it's unhealthy.

Anytime the word "reveal" comes up, you start fantasizing.

(NOTE: This ficlet contains spoilers for 4x01!)

No!

That was all Arthur could think at the moment: no. No, this could not be happening. No, this isn't fair. And no, Merlin cannot be dead.

As Lancelot rolled over the pale, frozen form of the raven-haired man, Arthur's heart stopped. Looking into those lifeless eyes, he knew his friend was dead.

Because that's what he is, a friend. Or was… he thought grimly.

Had Arthur and Merlin ever openly admitted they were friends? Of course not. Although they had come close a few times, and the closest of those times had just been moments ago.

And now I'll never get the chance to tell him what a good friend he really was.

Arthur couldn't register all that was taking place around him. He didn't realize that, throughout all of this, his hand was grasped tightly around Merlin's cold forearm, as if trying to will some life back into his loyal servant. He didn't hear the knight's gasps of shock and… was that relief? That's why he was surprised to find Gwaine's hand on his shoulder shaking the prince back to reality while saying something along the lines of, "he's alive, mate".

He's alive. Merlin's alive.

Maybe I'll get that chance after all, Arthur mused. Who would have ever thought? A prince and an idiot… friends.

A/N #2: Well, hope you enjoyed! Thanks so much for all of you who take the time to review! :)