Day seven of the 100 Day Writing Challenge! XD Today's word is 'fish'. I'm a bit behind-this was supposed to be posted on Friday but weird things were happening to my laptop so I couldn't post until today when I re-started my laptop.

I suppose this one-shot is a bit shorter than I'd like it to be, but it'll have to do. XD

Enjoy! Reviews are awesome, and so is constructive criticism! Flames aren't awesome-go toast your own marshmallows!

Merlin narrowed his eyes at the water. He was balancing on two (rather slippery) rocks and trying oh-so-carefully to spear some fish.

Of course, it'd be easier to do with magic, but Merlin couldn't risk it with Arthur less than five feet away from him.

But he's asleep, a voice whined in the back from the back of his head. He won't notice!

Merlin sighed loudly and shook the voice out of his head. That was the same exact attitude that Gaius and his mother had warned him about. No, it would be much safer to simply spear for fish instead, no matter how tedious the task was.

Merlin readied the spear again in his hands in an awkward fashion and plunged it into the stream. Almost immediately, he started to slip off the rocks.

"Whoa!" Merlin cried out and quickly stood up.

He readied himself and plunged in the spear again. This time, his attempt was successful and a fish wriggled at the tip of the spear.

Merlin slowly took the fish and was about to throw it to shore when a loud "Merlin!" startled him.

Unfortunately, Merlin slipped off the rocks and with a cry of surprise, fell into the stream.

To his surprise, the stream wasn't quite as deep as he had thought, but damn, it was cold!

Merlin heard someone laughing above him and he looked up.

"Arthur!" He groaned, standing up slowly only to fall back into the stream.

Arthur Pendragon smirked and asked, "What did you think you were doing, Merlin?"

"Fishing for your breakfast," Merlin replied, shivering and standing up again. This time, he didn't fall down.

Arthur grinned. "You could've just told me to wake up," he said pointedly.

"Yeah, but since when did you ever get your own breakfast?" Merlin shot back, taking a couple of shaky steps out of the stream.

Arthur rolled his eyes but chose not to answer. He took a couple of steps back for Merlin to shake the water off of himself and he wrinkled his nose in distaste.

"Is it really that hard for you to keep your balance and fish at the same time?" He asked incredulously.

"Maybe," Merlin muttered. "Sorry that we weren't all trained to fish and do all kinds of sports when we were born."

With that said, Merlin shrugged off his jacket and wrung out the remaining water back into the stream. He was about to put the jacket back on when he felt Arthur nudging him on the back.

"What?" Merlin asked, turning around.

Instead of seeing Arthur's face, Merlin found the prince holding out a leather vest—the same one that Arthur usually wore on hunting trips.

Merlin frowned in confusion. "What exactly…?"

"Just wear it," Arthur said quietly.

Merlin raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"You'll catch your death." Arthur replied. "And frankly, it'd be tiring to find another manservant."

Merlin managed a smirk. "Your concern is overwhelming." He said, standing up. "But I'll be fine."

Arthur shook his head and grabbed Merlin by the wrist. He forced Merlin to open his hand and placed the vest into his palm. "There," Arthur said, obviously satisfied. "Wear it, you idiot, and don't fall into any more streams."

A/N: I know that Merlin went spear-fishing before, (I forget what episode it's in...season three, I think? It's the one with the creepy ghost-things and Merlin freezes and everything...) but I just wanted to write about this because of the bromance. (The platonic friendship kind of bromance, not slash.)

Thanks for the support!