Arthur sat at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in his nervous hands, he hadn't slept a wink. It was nearly sunrise and Arthur was exhausted, but he couldn't sleep; there was a crazy man in his living room! It all seemed like a blur now and Arthur, still felt rather fearful for his life. Merlin had passed out again, blue eyes rolling into the back of his head as he had fallen forward, onto the seat of the sofa. He had been quiet since then, other than the soft cries Arthur heard from time to time.

He couldn't understand it, how could Merlin think he knew Arthur? Arthur had never seen him before, and he was very sure, he would have remembered if he had met Merlin before. Putting the cup down, Arthur rubbed his face with his hands, suppressing a yawn. He had to get him out of here, maybe to a mental hospital. Yes! They would know what to do with him, because Arthur surely didn't.

He stood up then, abandoning his coffee, he attentively walked into the sitting room and saw Merlin rolled up in a ball, still lying on the sofa.

"Merlin...um…wake up!"

The man didn't move, only grumbled something that sounded like 'Arthur.' Arthur sighed, stepping closer and he tapped the man on the shoulder. Merlin moved this time, rolling over to see who had poked him. His eyes widened when seeing Arthur.

"What happened?" he asked, slowly sitting up, looking around like he didn't remember where he was. Maybe he had been drunk, Arthur thought.

"You…uh, passed out" Arthur told him, speaking softly, not wanting to spook him. "Again."

Merlin looked up at Arthur now, sounding like he was choking on his own saliva. He ran his hands through his dark hair, aggressively.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Arthur," he said, panicky. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"Scare?" Arthur asked, huffing it off. "I wasn't scared, I was…" He was lying and the look Merlin gave him told him he had known it too. Arthur frowned. "Do you need me to drive you somewhere?"

"No, I'm not leaving," Merlin told him, like that was his choice to make. Last Arthur knew, this was his house. "I'm not leaving your side again."

"Um, I don't know you…"

"I know, something must have happened, there must have been a spell put on you," Merlin said, standing up now, looking closely at Arthur. "But I'll find out what it is and get it off you."

"A spell?"

"Yeah," Merlin shrugged, still staring at Arthur. It was unnerving.

"I don't know who you are!" Arthur told him again, Merlin looked rather hurt but held his lips tight, as if trying to keep from telling him otherwise. "I'll give you money and a ride somewhere, but you're not staying here."

"Yes, I am!"

"No you are not!" Arthur shouted, he was fed up with this. He finally grabbed his cell phone from his pocket, patting himself on the back for remembering to go and get it while the loon was asleep. "If you don't leave right now, I will call the police!"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you!"

"And why not?"

"Because I'll kill them."

Arthur froze then, staring at Merlin, he said it so easily, like it would be easy for him to kill a whole bunch of policemen. Arthur gulped.

"I'm sorry, I don't know you…I wish I did, I wish I could help you, but…"

Tears came to Merlin's eyes again and he fell to his knees once more, in front of Arthur. This was getting old. Arthur watched him, as he wallowed, face in his hands, crying out loudly.

"I've waited so long and this is what they give me?" he asked. Arthur felt a tad offended, just a tad. "You're half the man you were!"

"See, there you go again, we never met!" Arthur barked at him, Merlin looked up, big alligator tears rolling over his high cheekbones.

"I keep telling you, Arthur, we have, you're the king. You died…in my arms and I've been waiting for you," he told him, wiping a few tears away with shaking hands. "I just need you to remember, I need you back!"

Feeling overwhelmed, Arthur knelt down next to the bloke, who was still crying on his sitting room floor.

"I'm sorry, Merlin, I don't know you," he told him again. Merlin cried even harder. "I can't be who you're looking for."

"But it is you, I can feel him in you," before Arthur could stop him, the man's hands were on his chest. Thank god he had a shirt on, he thought. "It is you; I've waited and waited for you."

Arthur shook his head, too over come with it all to speak anymore. It was worthless anyway, this man, Merlin, was dead set on Arthur being the king bloke, and no matter what he said, Merlin refused to listen. So he just didn't speak at all, he let Merlin run his hands over his chest and shoulders. Yesterday felt so long ago; it felt like he was in a vortex of doom, looping around and around and it would never stop.

"Arthur…" said the man, Arthur looked at him and gasped. Merlin was coming closer; Arthur only had just enough time to let out a panicked breath before the man's lips were on his.

Oh my god! He thought, as the crazy man kissed him. Arthur didn't move, he wouldn't dare, he just sat there; frozen, staring over the dark locks of hair in front of him. Merlin pulled back then, looking more heartbroken than ever.

"I…I'm sorry, Arthur, I hadn't…I…"

"No," Arthur told him, holding up a hand. His brain felt like goo, what the hell was that? This could not be happening. But the man before him began to cry again, hard, wet sobs. Arthur sighed. "I still don't know who you are."

"I know, I just…"

Merlin couldn't seem to finish a sentence and Arthur knew the feeling. This was all so insane; he couldn't believe he hadn't passed out himself. Merlin looked up at him now, with such sad blue eyes, he looked like a puppy, Arthur watched him for a few seconds, he was rather pathetic to look at. He tried to get up then and Arthur jumped up first, helping him stand, Merlin was still shaking, not just in his hands anymore, but his whole body.

"Let me help you," Arthur told him, all but pushing him back on the sofa. "I'll get you a drink," he said then, quickly heading to the kitchen. He didn't know why, but he felt sorry for Merlin. Alright, he knew why, the bloke was clearly on drugs or just insane. But, Arthur figured, if he hadn't killed him by now, he probably wasn't going to. And that kiss, he had felt so much love in that kiss, even if it had been weird and with a bloke, he felt as if Merlin had loved him and had truly longed for him, or at least the king. He poured a glass of spring water, put a few ice cubes in it, and brought it back to Merlin. "Hope waters okay."

"Its fine," Merlin muttered, taking the glass and spilling a bit on his pants, due to his shaky hands. He looked dead, the bit of light that had still lingered in his eyes was gone now, his voice was but a whisper. He looked utterly broken and Arthur couldn't help the twang in the heart he felt. He sat down next to him.

"You can uh…stay here for awhile if you haven't got a place to go," Arthur said, and he didn't know why he said it. Just hours ago he was sure this man would murder him and eat his cat. But now, well…

Merlin looked at him and sighed, "Why should you care about me? You don't even remember me!"

"I don't know," Arthur admitted, shrugging. "There's just something about you, Merlin."

Water spilled all over Arthur's jeans and his red sofa now, as the cup fell from Merlin's hand. Arthur looked up, shocked, but Merlin only looked back, frozen, blue eyes twitching back and forth, as he fell forward.

"Oh great, here we go again..."

(A/N: Thanks for the comments and for being interested in my crazy little story here. On a bit of a side note, you are more than welcome to think that Arthur has a weakness or soft spot for Merlin due to somewhere in his self conscious he knows who Merlin is, because it is quite weird how Arthur didn't shut the door, or in this chapter, let him stay after he pretty much said he'd kill some cops. So yeah, think what you want about that. As always, let me know what you guys think, your input really motivates me.)