A/N:Hey everyone. You are reading my sequel to Fate/Stay Night. This is the first time I am ever writing one, so please no flaming. =) Leave a review if you read, I'll only be able to update on request, as I have other stories that I must finish too. Hope that you like it! *chirps happily*

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Fate/Stay Night. If I did, I'd be out there continuing the anime, not writing a fan fic, right? God, you people. *rolls eyes*

Chapter 1: Living in a Dream

"Arturia?" she heard a distant, familiar voice calling out her name. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she sat upright suddenly, panting heavily. "Shirou!" she called out loudly into the echoing silence. Looking around, she noticed that she was in her chambers in white robes of satin and chiffon.

A fatherly, loving hand softly stroked her hair. "Merlin!" she said, half glad, half surprised. "What happened?" Her voice dropped. "Who's Shirou?" the perplexed magician asked her. "Oh, n-nobody in particular, just a fragment, of my dream," she finished. Her voice was poignant and Merlin raised his eyebrows, wanting to get more information out of her.

He knew however, that she was perfectly stubborn, so he sighed and continued. "I was able to appear in front of you, but you were in a deep slumber, maybe lost inside the same dream…I healed you, though I didn't need to since your scabbard had done most of the job. I brought you back here, with Morgan and Bedivere. I am glad I was able to save you and bring you back," said he lovingly.

"Merlin," asked a still wounded Saber, lost in deep thought. "Can you continue the same dream, if you return to it?" she said, mystified. Merlin ran his fingers through his long beard and carrying a puzzled expression on his face said, "Well it depends. Perhaps if the dream exists in your sub conscious mind, you can return to it if you're still in a state of daze. I can't comment on it at present, but I'll look it up for you," he offered graciously.

"Of course, thank you," she said softly. "Now then, I must return to the outside world— the nation is still outside the castle, with candles in their hands, praying that their immortal king never falls," he smirked at her. Her lips curved into a smile too, as she hung her head low. Slowly, she sank back into her bed and lost consciousness.

"Eh? Still too weak to function," the old man chuckled and tossed his long beard over his shoulder, "Now then, must return to my world," he said and softly closed the door behind him as he left.

Shirou lay in his bed too, recollecting the memories of Saber— Saber who had stood in front of him on the hill, her blonde hair flying with the wind which ever so often carried her scent to him, a scent he would always be nostalgic for. "Shirou, anatawa, aishiteru," she had said to him lovingly before she had vanished into the light of the sun. He closed his eyes, trying to recall that moment, trying to take himself back to the woman he could never forget.

He felt as if he was falling in to an unknown darkness, and impulsively panicking, he opened his eyes to see himself in an unfamiliar room. Where am I? He thought to himself. He looked around at the grandeur of the room, the fine walls made of stone, the firebrands that lit up the room, the lush carpets and feathery curtains, and in the middle— a gigantic bed.

Slowly, he made his way towards the bed, where lay, clothed in pure white robes, Saber. "Saber?" he looked down at the sleeping beauty unable to resist the urge to touch her, to see for himself if she was real. He caressed her cheek longingly, and bent down to get a better look, his face inches away from hers. Out of nowhere, a pair of green eyes fluttered open and stared back into his chocolate brown eyes.

"Shirou?" called out Saber, unable to understand how he stood in front of her. She got out of the bed and threw her sheets to her side, tackling him into a hug. "Shirou, I can not believe it, it is … really you," she said, still amazed as she stroked his right cheek with her fingers. "I must be in a dream," said Shirou out loud. "No, tis' the continuation of my dream," said a confused Saber. "I don't know what it is, but before I wake up, I just wanted to …" Shirou's expression changed into a playful one, "I wanted to remind you of your last words to me, you vixen." He smirked.

"Eh?" Saber was lost in thought again. "Oh," upon realization of the fact that she had told him she loved him before disappearing, a blush crept up to her cheeks. He lifted her chin up, and her eyes met his. "The blush on your cheek is lovely," he commented.

"Shir-r-ou," she lost her train of thought as she looked into his brown eyes. "I can not allow you to harass me like this, even in my dream," she said stuttering. "Then push me away," he said confidently and in one swift movement, gently cupped her face and crashed his lips passionately against hers. She responded enthusiastically, grazing her lips with his.

"How I have longed for these eyes, these lips," she said in a whisper. "I love you," both of them said at the same time, and smirked, putting their foreheads against each other's. Suddenly there was a knock and a voice called out, "I am coming in, King Arthur."

Saber panicked, "Merlin!" she said alarmed as she saw the white wizard walk in. "Ahh I see you're awake. Who?" his eyes were fixated on an intimidated Shirou as he took out his wand and pointed it at him. "This is… Shirou," Saber introduced him. "Pleasure to meet you, sir?" he said confused on how to greet the greatest wizard in the world. "Hmmm, what are you doing here, son?" he asked, confused.

What is Merlin doing in my dream? Thought Saber. Then the realization sunk into her head. This isn't a dream… Shirou is actually here, that is why Merlin can see him!

A/N:So, how was it guys? Leave a review and let me know! :D
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