"Well what have we here?" Arthur's former foster father asked. He and his own son had caught his foster pewee of a son and that 'know it all so called wizard' walking a good looking girl who had a very tiny build with luscious dark red hair back to their castle. "Who's your girlfriend War-uh- your majesty?"

"What? Er uh her name is Hazel is going to stay as a guest for now."

"She sure don' look like she wants to be a guest. However I must say, Wart, you sure know how to pick 'em. This one sure is a looker." Hazel continued to be still with a blank expression as she had no choice but to accept the comments.

"Too bad she ain't wearin' a skirt so we could take a sneak peek." Hazel's eyes widened and her mouth gaped in disgust.

"Erm, Kay, you don't wanna make her mad."

"What are you talking about pipsqueak?"

"She kicked me. And it hurt." The father and son burst out laughing.

"Oh don't be ridiculous! Women can't hurt flies! Either that or you're just too much of a stick," Kay coughed as his hand moved towards Hazel's skirt. "Now let's give her a sweet english greeting—OH!" he exclaimed as Hazel's foot met his eye.

"Can't hurt a fly eh?" his father laughed.

"Hey, watch it sweetness," Hazel barked like an angry chihuahua. She then jokingly posed her hands like a martial artist. "Come on then, square up. I know all that tricky stuff too--OW!" Kay took no hesitation in punching Hazel right in the face and she fell to the ground. Hazel got up and started to laugh nervously as she rubbed her face. "That was childish man...th-th-that was NOT needed!" she shouted as she tried to control her anxious laughter in between.

"Well at least it shut you up for a minute now didn't it?" Kay sneered. "Short as it was." he muttered.

"Hey was that a comment on my hight!? Because if it is then donchya worry 'cause I've bitten to death people even bigger than you! Call me whatever you want! Alright, I'm a shrimp! I'm a squirrel--."

"You are history!" Kay exclaimed as he struck the blade at the little girl again.

"I was also kidding," she said, meekly, before returning to her stance. "Look, I want me to leave just as much as all of you do. Now if I could just do that, none of you will have to see me again." she threw back.

"Who do you think you are? Talking back to a man. Shut your mouth little weasel or—."

"First of all, that is Lady weasel to you," Hazel lectured. "And second of all, I'm not a weasel. Call me a squirrel at the very least."

"Women! I swear the—-."

"Kay you are in enough trouble already, just shut up!" his father scolded. "So Marvin, where does the little lady come from?"

"For the twenty ninth time it is Merlin and for what I'm sure won't stay as the first time, this young lady is a Pict." Hazel had been mouthing him to shut up and not say where she's from, but was stopped when the father and son's blades were held to her throat.

"Thank's a lot!" she sneered for she knew this would happen as she crawled backwards on her arms.

"You idiot! What is the matter with you!? You can't bring a Scot into this castle! We were at war with them for nearly twelve years!"

"Oh pipe down would you!" Merlin sassed. "This is England, we're the most hated army in all the free world. We've got about six other enemies that are not a little girl, may I note." the old wizard pestered.

"Oh no, no, no, they're absolutely right Mr. Merlin, Marvin, whatever your name is! I really should go," Hazel said as she tried to book it again. Merlin rolled his eyes and picked her up by her shoulders again. Hazel was not surprised though.

"Correct me if I'm wrong but it doesn't really look like she came here willingly." Ector noted.

"Now why would you say that?" Merlin asked as he was now manhandling a squirming Hazel.

"Well unless if that's how you treat all your guests it sorta looks like you kidnapped her."

"Of course not! As you have seen, men such as yourself have been quite unpleasant towards her so she's a little suspicious of the breed," He put Hazel down when she had stopped squirming and didn't look like she would run away again. "So I think it would be better if I steered her clear from any of you and put her in girl's clothing. And before your idiot son gets any ideas please learn to control him," He turned down to Hazel. "Lean mi a ghràidh. (Follow me dear)." Hazel nodded and did whatever Merlin had just told her to do. Arthur assumed it was to follow him when he saw both of them leave.

"Look boy," Sir Ector said as Arthur turned to face him. "She's….cute..I guess."

"Pitiful if you ask me."

"Save it Kay! But back to you boy. If you do have any ideas make sure not to make your move too fast. Makes the fragile little mind of a lady feel uncomfortable."

"I think it's too late for that Sir Ector." the blonde said in his squeaky voice.

"Don't tell me it was your idea to swipe a girl off the streets."

"Of course it wasn't! It was all his! And he only did it because he said she would die if she stayed out by herself."

"Well that's girls for you. Weak, pathetic and whiney."

"Are they all like that?"

"Sure are. You're lucky you haven't fallen victim to one of them little traps."

"What traps?" the young boy asked.

"Did I say that?"

"Ye—."

"Well nevermind it. Now run along."


Hazel was given an extra scullery maids dress that was a little bit big for her, but she didn't seem to mind. She was assigned to a small room with small windows that she could in fact crawl through but was clearly too exhausted to. Throughout the whole time she did nothing but annoy and antagonize everybody. She felt like she was a prisoner, and she was. But she seemed to be too tired from being angry to escape. Getting her together with Arthur was going to be a little harder than Merlin thought. Arthur was impressionable, dependent, meek and naive. Hazel was rude, satirical, assertive and well...a bit flirtatious with Arthur. More than the big probably would've liked. But as they say, opposites attract. Hazel could use a tad bit of humbling and Arthur could use a bit of...un-humbling. But Merlin had seen what a slippery escape artist she was and that containing her would not be easy. He was relieved she had made it through the night without slipping out, and that she had reluctantly agreed to have tea with Arthur and his family. Being a kid and the naive merciful soul he was, he still referred to them as such. Hazel sat down and slouched on the table, like a child in time out. As the three adults argued with each other over something stupid, Arthur noticed Hazel's irritated yet sorrowful expression and couldn't help but feel bad. She looked a bit scared, and rightfully so. She didn't ask to be here and clearly didn't want so. She just silently sat there with a face that was made of half dejection and half irritation. Hazel felt the anger flame inside her when she became the topic.

"Marvin what did you do to the poor girl?" Sir Ector asked.

"What are you going on about now!?" he pestered.

"She looks a little more traumatized since yesterday."

"Don't be ridiculous! Although that might be awfully hard for you. Now would you please leave the young lady alone?"

"I certainly will if you will."

"Why you—."

"Relax old man," Arthur's former brother interrupted. "You just put the girl in her place. But how'd a coward like you do that? Yesterday she was a delicate little butterfly who had the temper of a stinging bee and was swinging at us all. And today she ain't even talking." Hazel had had enough. She finally raised her head and spoke.

"Not being able to speak isn't the same as not speaking and nobody is ever required to speak whenever, wherever to whoever all the time. Evidently you all like to talk, I like to talk too. You know I have a big mouth and I know how to use it. But I like to let people talk who like to talk. It makes me feel better about myself to see how stupid they are." Hazel's twisting words left everyone shocked and quiet for a few minutes.

"Marvin, what in all of Europe did she just say?" It took a little while for Merlin to ungape his mouth.

"Honestly….I don't know."

"Maybe if y'all weren't all buff 'n no brains you'd listen," Kay stood up and picked up Hazel by the collar of her shirt. She nervously laughed. "Hey man…I was kidding! I love all y'all English people, really I do."

"Look little girl, I've never killed a woman in my life but you are pushing it!" Hazel gave a nervous snicker. "What you laughing at? This isn't a battle of humor."

"No, it 'ain't a battle of humor because if it was I'd be winning it." Hazel strained while trying not to be choked by her collar being gripped.

"Oh leave her alone Kay!" Arthur protested. "I think she's had enough of all of us." The red head rolled his eyes and Hazel was dropped and landed hard on her back. She concluded that with a humorous moan.

"Mise 's mo bheul mòr. (Me and my big mouth)," she muttered to herself as she rubbed the back of her head, and then stood up. "Is dòcha gu bheil mi dìreach ùr air seo ach is dòcha gur mise a' chiad neach a chanas nach obraich seo. (Maybe I'm just new at this whole thing but may I be the first to say this isn't gonna work.)" she said to Merlin.

"Hey..hey what did she just say!?"

"Shhh!" Merlin hissed to them.

"A-nis an urrainn dhomh faighinn a-mach às an àite seo!? (Can I please leave this place!?)"

"Ach càit an tèid thu? (But where would you go)" the wizard asked.

"An àite sam bith ach an seo! (Anywhere but here!)" she said, as she strutted towards the door.

"It's impossible to run away from here if that's what you're thinking. I've tried ." Arthur called as he watched her walk away.

"Oh don't worry blondie. Some try, Hazel does." she said confidently. Arthur couldn't help but admire her spunk and chipper attitude as she continued towards the door. That was until Merlin's pesky owl clawed her hair and pulled it up.

"Hold it right there you stubborn thing. You better knock off your atrocious attitude or—."

"Look little owl, I've already had enough trouble as a-uh I mean with squirrels, don't even get me started with birds." she said as she shooed him away to take her hair back. Squirrels!? Arthur thought. Is she….Could it be…oh of course not, that's impossible!

"Come off it Archimedes!" his owner pestered. "Mar sin leat Miss Hazel. Tha an dithis sin cuideachd nan iodhalan, creid mi tha fios agam.—. (Ignore him Miss Hazel. Those two are also idiots, believe me I know, but—.)"

"Chan eil sin ag atharrachadh dad, (That changes nothing)" she said as she wriggled her way out of both the wizard and owl's grip. "Look man, I don't think this is funny," she said in English as she continued to walk away. "In the last twenty four hours I've been chased, roped, slapped, robbed, imprisoned, and I've had my skirt lifted up twice may I add!"

"You did it again?" Arthur asked his brother. An idea sparked in Merlin's head.

"Well then little Hazel. I think you've proven your point. You may leave." Hazel's eyes widened.

"What?" she said as her face lit up.

"I mean you're allowed to leave."

"This is too good to be true." she said numbly.

"Oh no, I mean it. You're free." he said as he aided her to the door.

"Oh wow. Thanks! Soraidh leibh! I will not miss you all!" she said as she pushed the door open, only to have a hurricane like wind of snow shoot in and make her fall on her back. Hazel fought the wind to get up and slip her way towards the door. "I don't believe this." she said as she pushed the door closed with both hands. She shook the snow off her head.

"Well deary, it looks like you'll have to stay a bit longer." Merlin said, knowing he had won. Hazel placed her hands on her hips and scowled.

"I cannot believe this sh-." Hazel was interrupted when Merlin clapped his hand over her mouth to gently but sternly silence her. He laughed nervously.

"I think that's enough out of you, little Hazel." he said with an anxious smile.

"Permission to slice off her pretty little lips, senor idiot." Kay sneered.

"Permission denied," Merlin quickly snapped back at the older redhead. "Now, I uh, think it's best if we keep you separate," he said, pushing Hazel across the floor. "Er, come along my boy. I don't want to leave you alone in this type of atmosphere."

"O-o-ok." the tween responded as he hopped over his chair.


To Be Continued...

This one was kinda short so I'm really sorry about that, but if I added the next chapter it would be like twenty pages longlol. But anyways, how was this Chapter? Please review :)