A/N: Hello, all! This is the final chapter is this story, I'm sorry to announce. I made it a bit long, kind of as a wave goodbye to this story. I hope that all of you will like this! I'm not quite sure about the ending, so I might redo it. Please tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: I don't own the TV show Merlin.

Merlin: What's a TV show?

Writing-at-random: *laughs* Oh, just another future thing.

Merlin: So does it have something to do with that telesession thingy?

Writing-at-random: Ha-ha! Yes it does, now I think the people want to read the chapter instead of this incredibly long disclaimer.

Merlin: You're right. Wait, so there's a TV show about me? How is that possible?

Writing-at-random: Please read while I take care of a very confused warlock! Come one, Merlin!

My eyes fluttered open. The sun was seeping in through the curtains on the window. It was quiet except for small footfalls in the room. I was looking at the ceiling, thinking about nothing in particular. Confusion swept over me when I realized that Merlin had just sent me home from Camelot. Had it worked? I sat up to see Sarah putting on her makeup, not noticing that I was awake. Her books were organized on her unmade bed.

"Jenny," she said excitedly as she turned around to see me sitting up on my bed. "You know, you need to get up. We are going to be late for class, and personally I don't want to be!" Sarah put her hands on her hips. Her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail that swung in every direction with every move she made. "Jen, you know that Warren hates when people aren't there on time." When I just sat there looking confused, she got concerned. "Is everything alright?"

I bit my lip. "Was I really here in bed the whole time?"

Sarah laughed. "Um, yeah, of course you were! Where else would you be, Wonderland?" I laughed slightly, too.

"No, it's just that I had… a weird dream. It felt so real." I admitted. "There was so much action and drama that I could have sworn I really lived it." Sarah giggled and came over to sit on my bed with me.

"Oh, Alice, don't tell me you fell asleep reading that Camelot book? You know what happened to Alice." She teased. I laughed and nodded. "Well, I have to get to class early. The last essay that he assigned didn't make any sense to me and I need to talk to Professor Warren." She grabbed her books and opened the door. "See you in a few." The door closed leaving me alone and confused.

"It was just a dream." I told myself. I laughed at myself for thinking that I actually went to Camelot. That's totally ridiculous! If I'd have stayed in Camelot for that long of time, then I would have been considered dead or kidnapped here. Neither of which I am. There is no way in the world I had gone back in time. After pinching myself to make sure I was fully awake, I got up.

Pain shot through my ankle.

I sat back down and pulled up my pajama bottoms to reveal my ankle that was expertly bandaged. No, that couldn't be right. I cut my ankle… in…Camelot. My head was spinning. I looked over at my bedside table. There was parchment that I had written on in Camelot sitting neatly next to my lamp. I thumbed through the words until I found something scribed on another piece of paper that I hadn't noticed before. It read:

Jen, I hope you got home OK, because if you didn't then I either messed up the spell, or we changed too much when you were here. I hope that you can read this. I magically sent it to you after you left. I don't know if it worked though, seeing as you won't be able to tell me. Gaius misses you and so do I. Don't worry, I told Morgana and Gwen to not talk about you in front of Arthur. He still doesn't remember anything, so the spell did its job. He is grumpier than he was with you here. Arthur keeps reminding me that I suck when it comes to sword fighting. He obviously doesn't remember that I'm the warlock and can overpower him in a second or even less. Speaking of magic, I hope I didn't send you to some period that isn't your time, just sometime in our future… If that made sense.

Well, I would write more to you, but Arthur is yelling at me for writing 'love letters.' Best of wishes,

Your Friend and the Real Merlin,

Merlin

I read the letter at least five times before I could comprehend it correctly. So, I had been to Camelot after all, and Merlin had helped me go home. It wasn't really a dream and I wasn't just another Alice. I had really been to Wonder… I mean Camelot. Wow, Sarah's liking of Alice in Wonderland is really getting to my head. Plus, best of all, I'm not mad!

Being careful with my injured ankle, I got up and got dressed in my favorite blue jeans and a red T-shirt. I grabbed my brown jacket, my books, and headed out. My first class today was Mythology. It was my best class. We learned everything from the oldest legends to record, to Bigfoot's recent sightings.

I finally got in class and took my normal seat next to Sarah. Everyone got out there books and turned to page 394. Professor Warren was standing at the front of the class, setting up the projector. When he got it working a presentation appeared on the wall. There was a picture of a young boy trying to pull a sword out of a stone with people watching him. The boy was no older than ten or twelve.

"Today," Warren started. "We are going to be learning about the Legend of King Arthur, the stories of Camelot, and the fable of the wizard, Merlin."

Sarah elbowed me softly. "This should be right up your alley." She whispered with a smile. I smiled meekly.

"Now, we are going to start off with theories. What I'm talking about are theories of who Arthur really was, if there really was a Merlin, what actually happened between Guinevere and Lancelot. Would anyone care to offer your own theory or one you have heard?" he asked. "Cal, why don't you start us out?"

Cal laughed. "The dude pulled a sword out of a rock and they named him king."

Warren didn't find this humorous. "Thank you for your unique insight, Mr. Hackly." He said sarcastically. "Anyone else want to try? Marissa, please give us something a little more enlightening than Cal."

"Well, some say that Guinevere loved Lancelot before she met Arthur." She said. "But others say that she loved Arthur and then later on fell in love with Lancelot." Marissa concluded. I was doodling in the margins of my notebook, knowing that I should know the answer to that theory. I mean, I was there after all. I met both Gwen and Lancelot and Arthur!

"Jen," the professor called, bringing me back to reality. I closed my notebook slowly. "Why don't you share your theory?" I could tell that it wasn't a request.

"Well, most people when they think of King Arthur, they think of him pulling a sword out of the stone at about ten years of age. Ten is a very young age to be king, so is it possible that Uther, his father, was still king when Arthur was that age?" I asked. The professor cocked his head.

"Please, continue."

I nodded. "If Arthur wasn't king at ten, then it's possible that he wasn't king even at age twenty. In the legend Arthur knew that Merlin was a wizard. For all we know, Merlin and Arthur could have been the same age, which might mean that Arthur didn't know about Merlin's secret." I said, not wanting to give away everything I knew.

Warren seemed to like my unexpected theory. He smiled and turned his attention back to the class. "Now that is what I'm talking about, people! Broaden your theories, open your minds." He changed the slide to show a new assignment. A moan erupted from the class.

"The previous assignment is due Friday. This assignment is going to be due in three weeks which is on a Wednesday!" There was another moan before he continued. "I hope that you all have a theory in mind, because I want you to write a story supporting your theory. It needs characters, plots, things that a story must have." He said. "I know that some of you aren't writers and don't write at all, even to do homework." He glared at Cal. "So this story must be at least five hundred words. Your stories can be as long as you want as long as they are complete and will be on my desk on Wednesday morning." People started to whisper about the newest assignment, wanting ideas and plot bunnies. "Quiet down! Now, on to the next slide…"

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My school day was over and thankfully, Sarah's wasn't. I walked briskly back to my dorm room, in a huge hurry to reread my writings. Just to my luck, I dropped my books when I was reaching for my keys that were in my purse. I moaned and bent down to pick up my notes that had fallen out of my books before they blew away in the wind.

Someone stopped in front of me. I looked up to see the quarterback of the football team standing over me. For a moment I thought that he was going to help me pick up my stuff. How silly of me! Of course not! Why would he do that?!

"Uh, you might want to move your stuff out of the hall." He snapped and walked right on top of my notes, leaving a muddy footprint in his wake. I groaned.

"Welcome back, Jen, to the world where most men don't even know the meaning of the word 'chivalry.'" I said to myself. After I picked up everything and stuffed them back into the correct books, I opened my door and threw everything on my bed. I wanted to get to my Camelot diary. I had this assignment in the bag, as long as I get time to work on it that is!

I read and reread and even re-reread everything. Memories, good and bad, came flooding back into my mind; my dangerous encounter with the druids, my forbidden romance, everything that happened was so vivid in my thoughts it's as though it could have only happened a few hours ago. I needed to take advantage of this moment of which I remembered all the things that happened. And so I began writing.

It was getting dark outside of my dorm room. All my homework was finished and there was nothing left to do. Being bored I decided to pick up a book…

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Back in Camelot… (Three weeks later, but what seems like years to poor Merlin)

"Merlin," the prince shouted from his bed. The overworked warlock came in to meet Arthur's newest whim. Gods, did he miss Jen! He was always nicer around her. Things had become very strange ever since she left to go back home. It seemed to quiet down in a bad way. Sure, he still had to protect Arthur from creatures, druids, evil sorcerers, and even the man's own ignorance, but the atmosphere around Merlin's world seemed to be tenser than it was when she was here.

"Yes, sire." He addressed. Arthur sat up in bed, looking lost about something.

"You are going to laugh when I tell you this, seeing as you don't even know the blade from the hilt when it comes to swords," There was that daily insult! "But I had the weirdest dream last night." He laughed once with a dorky smile across his face. "Although, I know that it was a dream, because if it was real you would be dead." Arthur stretched his arms up into the air.

A worried look crossed Merlin's face. He had to stay calm. The spell hadn't worn off, because, well, it can't! "Why? What was it about?" he asked before Arthur could get the chance to scold him for not asking.

Arthur looked off into the distance, a grin appearing on his hard features. "There was this girl." Merlin's heart was pounding. The prince continued. "She was unlike any other girl I'd ever met. I can't remember her name, though."

"Great," Merlin sighed, trying to calm himself. "You're falling in love with a girl you met in your dreams who doesn't even have a name!" he teased. "Some would say that's going mad." Arthur threw a pillow at him that hit him square in the side of his head as Merlin was setting down the prince's breakfast.

"I never said that, you idiot! Now, pick up my pillow!" But the more Arthur thought about the unknown girl, the more she started to turn into a real person. He could hear her laugh as if she was standing right next to him. He could remember looking into her crystal blue eyes during his dream. They were beautiful; she was beautiful to him in every way. He even admired her attitude. This girl didn't treat him like a prince, but like a real person. And Merlin was there, too. She had this secret that he couldn't remember, but so did Merlin. He had… No, that's not possible.

"Do you want me to warm up your breakfast, because it's going to get cold if you stay in your little fantasy world?" Merlin put his hands on his hips, waiting for a response.

Normally, Arthur would have joined in on their banter, but instead answered, "Yes, I'm going to go on the balcony for a minute." He got up and walked out to look at the people bellow.

Merlin was shocked by his answer but looked down at the food. It was getting rather cold. When he was sure that Arthur was not looking, he put his hand over the food. "Mraw pu" he muttered. His eyes flashed gold and the food glowed for a minute. Steam began to rise from the food, so he stopped warming it up. He wished he had that mickeywave or mirowave or whatever Jen had that warmed stuff up quickly.

Arthur walked back inside. He saw the steam and pointed at the dish of delicious food. "How did you get that food that warm so quickly?"

Merlin looked from the plate to Arthur. "I slipped it in the fire." He said calmly.

Arthur frowned. "Merlin, the fire isn't even lit." The warlock glanced over at the hearth, at a loss for words. "Is there something you're keeping from me?" he asked. Merlin shook his head, knowing that if he said anything he would fail miserably at lying. It's best to stay with smiling and nodding… or shaking in this case.

"Merlin, it's obvious that you are." He said, damaging Merlin's ego. Arthur cocked his head and squinted at his manservant. "You know who the girl is, don't you?" Then something dawned on him. "Gods, it wasn't a dream!"

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Back To the Future… (Three weeks later, but what felt like an eternity to Jen)

"Jen, this is exceptional work!" my Mythology professor exclaimed. He had held me after class, wanting to talk to me about my story/essay/homework assignment. Warren had my story in his hands, smiling really wide. "I mean, the thought of Merlin having this secret in a kingdom that says magic is illegal, it's epic. And then you have Guinevere being kidnapped by the druids and the whole battle back at the castle." He laughed. Yes, I had made a few adjustments so that I wasn't in the picture. I still thought that Arthur and Gwen were going to end up together; at least I hoped they would if Lancelot doesn't get involved. I had decided not to go with the version that I had started on-the one with me in it- because I thought that it might be a bit too much.

"Although, I thought that the dragon was a little farfetched." He said giving me that so-so gesture with his hand. "I was able to picture him quiet clearly. You described it so well that it was almost as if you were there!" I smiled.

"Well, I was there. I wished that I could go and I did! I met Arthur and Merlin and all f those people." I said. My professor burst out laughing.

"Jennifer, did you know that your name actually originated from the name 'Guinevere?'" he asked with a wider smile. My breath caught.

"W-what?" I asked, my mouth opening and closing.

Warren laughed. "Yeah, perhaps you're Arthur's Guinevere." He teased and handed me my story back. There was a huge A+ written in red Sharpie. Normally I would have been ecstatic about this great grade, but I didn't know what to say.

Arthur's words echoed in my head. "How do you know that I'm not supposed to marry you?"

"Perhaps," I whispered, talking to both my professor and to Arthur. I grabbed my story out of his hands and walked off without another word. And just when I thought all of my drama was over…

A/N: THE END!!!

I learned that Jennifer originated from Guinevere from ! I give credit to her!

I hope you enjoyed the final chapter. I'm thinking about a sequel, but I have no idea what to do for it. Suggestions would be quite welcome! Could you please review this one? It would mean a lot!

Thank you all for your wonderful support!