Title: An Awkward Question
Pairings: Arthur/Merlin (pre-slash)
Spoilers: Just general knowledge will suffice.
WARNINGS: My weird sense of humour i.e. you might not get it. Dialogue heavy.
Disclaimer: Merlin not mine *sob* It's the BBC's though I want to rob them and get away with Bradley and Colin ^_^
Summary: Arthur proves he's a man.
Notes: Ok so this is really none of the fics I am supposed to be writing but the idea just hit me and wouldn't leave me alone (damn stupid flying bunnies!) So yeah I hope people get this, as my sense of humour can fly over peoples' heads. It's nothing epic though.

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"Do you know what you're doing?" Arthur turned to his manservant and gave him a 'look'.

"Don't be stupid, Merlin. Of course I know what I'm doing. I am the prince." Merlin sighed.

"Yes sire. It's just…"

"Stop it. Just relax alright. I've got everything under control." There was a long period of silence, which was unusual in itself.

"You really don't know, do you?"

"Merlin. Will you just shut up? I know what I'm doing. I'm surprised you even doubt me. I think that deserves some time in the stocks."

"I'm not doubting you, it's just we could have sorted this hours ago. If you stopped being a prat…"

"Merlin. Shut. Up."

"Sire." Pause, "But if you just-" Arthur glared. "I could-"

"You are not doing anything. Just do nothing. Can you even manage that? Or are so incompetent that you can't even do nothing well?" It was Merlin's turn to glare.

"Well, if you would just-"

"No." They fell back into silence.

"Arthur, this is ridiculous. Just admit it, will you?"

"I will only admit to my skills and good looks thank you Merlin."

"Skills of a prat, you mean." Merlin mumbled back. Arthur simply glared. "Please Arthur. I'm tired; you know I can't serve you very well when I'm tired." He was trying any excuse now.

"You're useless whatever." Arthur gave a deep sigh. "Alright I will ask someone. Will that make you feel better?" Merlin grinned.

"Much." Arthur smacked him round the head.

"Things I do for you. Idiot."

"Prat." There was another pause. "Look, there's someone." Arthur looked very uncomfortable all of a sudden. Merlin tried not to laugh as Arthur guided his horse over to the man. The sorcerer watched with great amusement as the prince, face as red as his cloak, looked down at the peasant and with his voice trying to be as dignified as possible.

"Good day sir, you couldn't possibly point the direction to Camelot could you?" The man looked a little flustered to see a knight of Camelot asking him anything.

"It be that way, my lord." The peasant replied with awe.

"Thank you." Arthur nodded curtly and tapped his horse with his heels. Merlin followed trying not to fall of his horse from laughing so hard. "You will not mention this. Ever." Merlin took a moment to breathe and enjoy the view of Arthur being completely embarrassed.

"Oh come on. You were only asking for directions. It wasn't that hard was it?"

"You sound like my wife." Arthur told him with a slight smile. He rode ahead, now confident in the direction they were heading. That comment brought Merlin up short. After thinking about it, he decided that being Arthur's 'wife' might not be such a bad thing after all.

"I still can't believe you got us lost in the first place."

"Oh shut up Merlin."