Yo lovely people! I know it's been pretty dead on here recently due to my stupid school work and seeming to get ill rather a lot :S But I have finally found time to write again *yey* and should hopefully upload the next chapter of Cloudy moon quite soon. Anyways here I present to you MISADVENTURES IN CAMELOT been wanting to write some Merlin stuff for a while now and I fianlly did it :) Heres some snowy stuff for you since its snowing like crazy outside :)

Rated : K+/T

Angst/Hurt/comfort

Parings: none

Warnings: slight Merlin bashing, all the characters I love get hurt some way in my stories :)

It's cold outside Part 1

Merlin sighed wearily as his scuffed boots crunched through the already frost covered leaves that littered the forest floor, of course Gaius would send him to collect herbs when he had a banging headache and snow threatened to spill from the murky white sky. Coughing a little as the cold air stabbed at his throat and nose, Merlin knew deep down it was no-one's fault but his own, he had been the one to claim to Gaius and Arthur that he was fighting fit when they had asked why he looked so pale, maybe if he had told them, then he wouldn't be out here in the cold on his own.

Casting his mind back to his cosy room, and the possibility of a warm meal waiting for him, Merlin hastened his step back towards the white stone tops of Camelot what we're peaking out majestically from behind the tall, dark trees.

Clutching the basket full of herbs to his side, he began to step carefully back down the steep incline that edged the path, cursing the herbs that decided to grow in the most awkward places under his breath. Finally placing his foot down on the fairly even surface of the worn track, Merlin let a triumphant smile grace his cold face. He hadn't tripped over, which if Arthur would say if he was with him, was some kind of miracle.

Still smiling, he placed his other foot down and turned his face up towards the sky; soft snowflakes had begun to fall from the already bursting clouds and would soon cover the forest in a thick blanket, Merlin included if he didn't hurry up.

Bowing his head back to the floor, Merlin spun around, only to have his feet slide from under him as he stepped onto a hidden patch of ice, cursing loudly; he pitched headfirst down into the deep ditch that was hidden from view by some rather large shrubbery.

Bouncing as he skidded down the rocky slope, Merlin eventually stopped, and lay sprawled out on the cold, hard ground. The throbbing in his head reached a blinding level, and he groaned before sinking into blackness.

Review please, next chapter should be up in a little bit :)