Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anybody. Hazel is technically property of Disney but anybody else who is not recognized in the film is completely made up.

AN: Enjoy! Also, I made the cover myself if you were wondering. :)

Six months after he had given Arthur his small yet effective lessons, leading him to eventually pull the sword from the stone, earning respect and admiration from nearly everyone in Great Britain, Merlin sat in his small isolated house smoking his pipe, thinking.

"Oh, well I do say."

"What is it now?" his cranky pet owl asked. "Are you foretelling the next emperor of Rome now?" he squawked.

"No, Archimedes," Merlin replied. "It's about the boy."

"What? He's been taught, he pulled the sword from the rock, he's been king for over half a year, I think our job here is done."

"Done? It has only just begun. Our work here is far far from over."

"Then what does he need now? It's a bit too early to form the ol' round table."

"It's not a what he needs, it's a who." Merlin corrected.

"What are you talking about?"

"I've just been thinking about it. He's been acting a little lonely, haven't you noticed?"

"How could I? He's too busy hopping from one adult matter to the other."

"Maybe he needs someone to help him with that."

"Well choosing a specific individual for that is a pretty dumb idea. There's millions of adults who'd take that responsibility and just toss the kid aside like a bad habit."

"Then maybe he needs someone his age to not only do that but, you know, accompany him."

"A friend?"

"You can put it that way, but I think a little more," He lounged back. "Yes, I can see her now."

"What!? Excuse me? Her!?"

"Yes, that's what I said. Now—."

"Hold it Merlin! Are we talking about the same Arthur?"

"I certainly hope so."

"First of all, this kid has never interacted with a woman in his life. Second, even when he did it was terrible. And third - this is the most important one- no!"

"And why is that?" Merlin said after a sighe, expecting the owl to go off on a rant.

"Isn't he a bit too young for this? Let him live out his bachelorhood before we have to drag in…the uh…the uh…you know….talk."

"Don't be ridiculous! I'm not gonna go that deep into it! I just think he needs a little someone who sees things the way he does but differently at the same time."

"You are dead to me," the owl muttered. "So what's the lucky girl's name?"

"Haven't figured it out yet."

"If you don't even know who she is then how are you going to find her?"

"I found the King of England didn't I? I can surely do the same thing with the future Queen."

"What does she look like?" Archimedes asked. Merlin closed his eyes as the vision appeared in his head. He saw the streets of London, nobles and merchants scurrying about it, until he saw her. A small girl jumped over a short stone wall, landed on the ground.

"Siuthad! An e sin uile a th' agad!? Ha ha ha! (Come on slowpoke! Is that all you got!?)" she yelled behind her with a mischevious smile. The girl let out a hyena-like laugh and continued to race through the people as they scurried to the sides, quickly getting out of her way, as a man hopped over the same stone wall and followed after her. He had an agrovated face on and appeared to be chasing her. Even though the redheaded girl was clearly outrunning him, she bore an expression that said she was determined to get away. Merlin observed her from head to toe.

"Well she is a teeny little thing, smaller than the boy in fact. Six inches shorter, a bit thinner."

"I thought we were giving him a girl not a rake."

"Would you be quiet? Besides, I think he does go for the shorter type. She'll make him feel taller."

"What else is there?"

"Well, small stature, rosy complexion, childish chiseled face, with green eyes that appear brown if one is not looking close enough, and gorgeous waved strawberry-auburn hair that flies behind her like a cape. And she appears to be speaking another language."

"Another language?" the owl squawked.

"Yes. Er, well, lets see now, my linguistics are a bit rusty but the young lady appears to be speaking...Gaelic. Yes that's it: Scottish Gaelic," he confirmed. "This girl is from Scotland."

"Well then Merlin I think that just about screams that she is the wrong choice." Archimedes pestered.

"Now why do you say such a thing?" Merlin asked ready for the rant that had been long overdue from his pet owl.

"Are you really going to bring a Scottish girl into the English castle? They'll probably call her out as a spy! Why she probably doesn't speak a word of English either! She and the boy can't even understand each other, yet you know it's meant to be!?"

"Oh you are far too pessimistic sometimes! This girl has many other incredible talents that most adults don't even have. I'll make a bet that she knows English like a book."

"You looked into the future didn't you?" Archimedes asked quietly.

"Perhaps." Merlin admitted quietly.

"But what other talents do you speak of?"

"Oh you should see it! She's climbing up trees, crawling under bridges and hopping over almost everything. Almost like a little squirrel."

"How old is she?"

"Mmm...thirteen or fourteen. Just the right age." She had on pale beige pants that were ripped and shredded at the bottoms, a dirty light yellow long sleeve with an oversized light orange shirt on top which almost reached down to her knees. She was barefoot and only had white bandages wrapped around her feet to serve as shoes. Her lips were not full and her body was not curved, which is something that would make most girls insecure but she didn't seem to care. Her flat build almost made her look like a very small boy. Cut her hair short and she'd look like a slightly tanner redheaded Arthur. She had a red sash tied around her waist to hold the shirt down and finally, a pistachio green hobo bag that swung from side to side as she ran through the streets with all the people staring and gasping at her.

"Thoir maitheanas dhomh sir! (Pardone me sir!)" she yelled. She had just collided into a local street merchant who didn't seem to take a liking to immigrants or orphans who run away from orphanages, both of which she was.

"Aw speak English you Scottish scum!" the merchant spat. The girl gasped when she saw her persuer getting closer and closer, ready to wring her neck. The people seemed to not see her social status not as high as that of a noble, a peasant or even a servant. Nobody seemed to show any mercy or hospitality towards her, even though she was a little girl. No, she seemed to be viewed as a rambunctious tomboy, the biggest shame any girl or woman of the time would carry. She was being chased by a full grown man and seemed to show no fear. This almost looked like a game of chase to her.

"Get back here you little scottish pest! You better get back in my orphanage or so help me, I will rip every red hair out of your head and sell you as a slave!" shouted the man who was catching up with her. The girl continue to try and get past the man who was in her way, but he blocked every movement she made.

"Gabh a-mach mo shlighe, amadan gòrach! (Out of my way you stupid fool!)" she yelled as she tried to push her way through.

"I don't think so little girl. If you were more of a lady, maybe I would let you by, however you are quite the exception." he said as he placed his hands on his hips.

"Chan eil ùine agam airson seo! (I don't have time for this!)" the girl yelled as she dropped down and slid between the merchant's legs and continued to run.

"HAZEL!" her chaser yelled. "Get your hind back here and in my dormitory before I slap you silly! Or it'll either be life as a slave or life in a grave!"

"Dèan suas d' inntinn, chan urrainn dhomh an dà chuid a dhèanamh! (Make up your mind! I can't do both!)" she yelled back in between pants.

"Why I'll knock your little red head off!"

"Glac mi mas urrainn dhut (Catch me if you can!)" she said with a smirk.

"Mm, with a heart full of fire." Merlin commented. He watched as the little teen did several leaps over horses, carts and ducking people.

"A-mach às an rathad! (Out of the way!)" she yelled to the city people. The girl ran into an ally and the man followed her, trapping her in. "Uh-oh." she said slowly, realizing she was caught.

"Well that was quite the chase but it looks like you've lost," the man who had trapped her in the ally turned to his side and shouted: "I know you speak english lassie, and I know you can understand me. So understand this: I'm gonna strip you of every belonging you stole from my orphanage and then sell you to a group of knights who'll use you as a lap dancer!" he turned to his left. "Hey Morgan!" he shouted. "I caught her!" Another man with a rope in his hand came in. The girl panicked when she saw the stranger enter the scene and immediately recognized him. It was that evil man from her country who kidnapped girls and sold them to other men. Men who use them to do more than just clean dishes.

"R-r-really Anthony?" the man with the rope said. "Dis be the best yew could get?" he asked. He seemed to have a deep scottish accent.

"Oh shut up! I've been after this little thief for months! I've tried over and over to keep her in my waif house, but over and over, she keeps escaping! So maybe it's time to give her a permanent home. The only problem is that I can't talk to her. Do you speak scottish or Gaelic or whatever crazy language it is?"

"Aye. That I dew."

"Well then." Anthony said as he motioned for the man to talk to the girl.

(SPEAKING IN GAELIC) * This is gonna appear a lot. It means they're still speaking Scottish but there's just no Scottish words some words might need to be looked up somehow if you want the full message. I'm really sorry this is really confusing. :)

"Hiya Morgan," the girl said to the gaelic man as she gave a nervous smile. "Long time no see huh man?"

"Don't you try to sweet talk me," Morgan said as he loosened the rope in his hands, ready to completely tether the girl in it. "When I let you take the apple from my store, you promised me yew wouldn't do anything stupid!"

"And you promised me you wouldn't turn me into an orphanage, but here we both are." she said as she crossed her arms.

"Well then it looks like you'll have to pay. Now hold still."

To Be Continued...

AN: What did you think? Also, do you like the cover?