A/N: Sorry it took so long for the sequel, but school is proving itself to be utterly horrid! I thought I should finish this tonight since I will be gone all day with my BFF! Now enough of my mindless babble and onto the story!

Disclaimer: Still, even now I don't own Merlin.

"No, no more questions!" Merlin begged as he and Arthur walked in the courtyard. All week Arthur had been bombarding the poor warlock with questions about everything. He was surprised that the prince hadn't asked why the sky was blue! This interrogation stuff was getting on Merlin's nerves and even though Arthur knew this, the questioning never stopped.

"How long have you been seeing that annoying dragon?" Arthur asked quietly.

"I don't know, maybe a year or so." Merlin answered as he pumped the water into the bucket. "It's my turn to ask something. What's with all the questions?"

Arthur shrugged. "I just realized that you practically know all about me and I don't really know you. That's all." Merlin groaned at this. He sometimes wished that Arthur didn't know about his powers. "Have you ever used, you know," a guard walked by. "on your chores?"

"Of course I do! Arthur, the jobs you give me are ridiculous." He picked up the heavy bucket and continued to walk, Arthur right at his side.

"Well, that does explain a lot." Arthur said more to himself than anyone else. They reached Arthur's chambers where Merlin sat down on a chair. The prince stared at Merlin. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Merlin pulled up a chair for him to sit down. Arthur kicked its leg. "Not the chair, you idiot, my lunch!"

"Oh," Merlin hopped up and once again walked out the door with Arthur. "You know Arthur, you're a great friend, but sometimes you can be such an ass."

"Likewise." He said his tone dark. Merlin chuckled and took the plate from the kitchen staff with a thank you. They all were surprised to see the prince himself in the kitchen with his manservant. Arthur chuckled a little and nodded his head in acknowledgement towards the shocked staff.

"If you keep coming down there, they're not going to think you're the prince." The young warlock teased.

"Yes, you're very funny, Merlin." Arthur folded his arms. Merlin rolled his eyes and handed the lunch over. Arthur took it and offered an apple to Merlin who snatched up the juicy, red fruit hungrily as they turned into Arthur's chambers.

Merlin quickly finished his apple and threw it at Arthur's head, missing my inches. "Dang!" he said under breath.

"With all that magic, Merlin and you can't even aim straight." Arthur teased. The young warlock ignored the statement by looked out the prince's window to see the hustle and bustle of last minute chores before lunch. "Merlin, day dreaming are we?"

"What? Oh sorry." He turned back to his master waiting for his next duty.

"I feel a bit bad about asking this since it isn't exactly in the job description, but as friend do you think you could go down and get some flowers?" Arthur handed him three silver coins. Merlin raised his eyebrows. "They're for Morgana. I would get them myself, but my father told me to train the knights at one o'clock and that's in ten minutes." Arthur dropped his tough-guy façade for a second. "I'm your friend for life, Merlin. Please?"

"Sure, but for the record you didn't need to go into a whole speech just to ask." He tightened his grip on the coins. "I would have said yes."

"Thank you, Merlin." He said gratefully.

Merlin closed the door behind him, headed for the market trying to catch the flower shop before they closed for a noon meal. "Princes!" he muttered under his breath. Not that he knew very many, or just one, but still. If they were all like Arthur when they first met, then he felt pity for the other menservants.

He arrived at the market just in time. The grumpy man wasn't going to listen to Merlin's pleas for him to stay long enough for him to buy the flowers until Merlin told him it was an order from his Prince of Camelot. He would have laughed at the old man's expression except for the fact that it would be disrespectful. He didn't need any enemies, he was sure of that.

The manservant decided on some pink flowers that he forgot what were called. All he knew was that Morgana would like them and that was all that mattered. Merlin stared to embark on his journey back to Arthur's room when a tall man stopped him.

"Excuse me." he began. His beard was jet back and he was dressed in a long, dark blue cloak. This man seemed familiar, but Merlin couldn't quite put his finger on it. It must be nothing. "Do you happen to know where I could find the court physician, Gaius?"

"Oh yeah, just go down that hall and take a left. There's a sign posted." The warlock answered with a smile. The strange man nodded and left in the direction he directed him in.

He shook it from his mind and headed into the castle. The halls were mostly empty, so Merlin wasn't too embarrassed when he stumbled over his feet. His cute, klutziness, and boyish charm was the perfect disguise for a powerful warlock who lived in a non-magical kingdom, but the klutziness he could do without.

He reached Arthur's door and walked in. The prince was training with the knights so there was really no need to knock. Merlin sat the flowers down in a vase and filled it with water. He smiled to himself and laid back in a wooden chair right next to the table with the flowers. Gradually his eyes closed until he fell into darkness.

THE MYSTERY MAN

He followed the boy's directions until he found a sign that said COURT PHYSICIAN. The man knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. Finally they did.

"How can I help you?" an old man asked. The physician was at least a head shorter than him.

"I was looking for someone. He's an old friend." The man explained. "I do believe he is your ward."

"Ah yes, Merlin. He might be in his room. I was on my rounds, so I don't know if he's returned yet." The physician let him in and knocked on another door at the other side of the room. There was no answer. "I'm sorry he must be out still."

"It's perfectly fine. I'll be around, so surly I shall catch him sooner or later." The man smiled and walked out the door, very agitated.

ARTHUR

The prince had just got done with training his knights when he remembered the flowers he had asked Merlin to get for him. "Brilliant job, everyone. We will train again Wednesday." He hurried back up to his room. What he saw took him by surprise.

No, it wasn't a Questing Beast or a Griffin ready to kill, but a Merlin sleeping with his head on the table and spilt water all over his hair. His hand must have knocked over the vase and by now the flowers had been crushed by Merlin's hands.

Arthur quietly walked over to Merlin's ear. Softly he whispered into it. "Merlin, you're in your underpants in the middle of the market."

The warlock shot his head up and immediately looked down to see if he had pants on. There was a dumbfounded look on his face before he turned to him will a death stare. Arthur was cracking up, not even paying attention to Merlin's glare.

"That wasn't funny, Arthur."

"Yes it was." He calmed down. "I'm sorry, it was too tempting."

Merlin shook his head and looked at the table to see the flowery mess. "Cleario flokery." In the blink of an eye the flowers were back in the vase that was filled with the spilt water and the flowers looked as good as new.

Arthur rolled his eyes and sat down on his bed. "I just thought of another question to ask you."

"Hmm?" his servant asked.

"What about your father? You never talk about him. I mean, I know your mother, but not your father." Arthur asked. Suddenly the light atmosphere changed.

"What about him?" Merlin asked very harshly.

"Well, where is he?"

"He's dead to me." Merlin's tone darkened, his jaw clenched.

Arthur began to become concerned about his friend. "Is there anything you would like to talk about, because you know you can talk to me?" he offered.

"There's nothing to talk about, Arthur, alright? Just forget about it!" Merlin got up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

A/N: So… Watcha think? Don't forget to review!