Disclaimer: Merlin belongs to the creators and BBC – basically it's not mine.

Warnings: genderbender, very little romance, plenty of bromance, some gory description, and some bad language

Notes: I've read plenty of AU and genderbender fics that I'm sort of tired at how repetitive they are. So I'm going to try my hand at this genre with a more refreshing outlook of the series.

Science Not Magic

By Mei Neko

Prologue

I often have dreams in which I could never remember.

Although I suppose that just about everyone has difficulty in remembering their dreams, but one would think that a person with perfect memory and recall would actually remember. I suppose it is a psychology thing in which my mind is trying to protect itself from whatever trauma I suffered before I was adopted.

Being the adopted child of two professors of early civilization history and Arthurian legends tends to suck when it comes to helping out with the occasional math homework. However everything else is just peachy when it comes to book reports, history tests, and ironically enough - gym.

Now that I'm eighteen – technically an adult and the pride and joy in graduating with my Master in Forensic Science and Law (skipped a school or two); my only flaw that my parents have against me is that I have a degree in the sciences instead of the arts. My reward in being the little genius that I am was a trip with my parents to one of the sites believed to be Camelot for my father's work.

I guess they thought it would be great break from what I'll be doing for the rest of my life – working in a medical center.

In any case, my parents are saving money in having a trip to be combined with family time/anniversary all in one. It's actually hilarious especially since father had totally forgotten about the anniversary part. However mother was kind enough to hold it against him.

But going back to my dreams, I often asked my collages about this as well as my parents. Those who have a back ground in psyche only tell me it might be more of a medical problem but nothing too serious since it was obvious that my activities of daily living were not being impaired and they were also pretty sure that I would turn psycho on anyone. Mother and father believe that dreams are not worth having trouble with.

Except sometimes I wonder if these dreams have something to do with the odd things that have been happening to me throughout my life – things that even today's science could not possible explain except in fantasy.

My parents often bragged to their friends that I was not a fussy child and despite the fact that their careers in history often consumed their attention, I had been content as a child with the books and toys they have given me. Of course I stayed in my room most of the time and family time consisted of eating meals together and watching a movie right after that. Sometimes we even go into discussion about their work or about school for me. To them, it was absolutely perfect.

What they never knew was in my room, my toys floated and moved at my will. Sometimes, I would just lie on my bed, staring at a piece of lint and watch as its movement slowed to a crawl before its movement changed back to a normal pace. Whenever I took a bath, I could make the water change into whatever shape I wished and I once even saw something on the surface. That last bit scared me that I stuck to showers soon afterwards.

It wasn't like I did anything too dangerous with these abilities. However after watching enough conspiracy theory movies and watching the news – I kept these secrets to myself. I had to admit that it was difficult considering that I wanted to show off as a child, but after showing off how smart in a class full of students easily five years older than myself – the lesson stuck to kept anything odd to myself.

I suppose that people would say that having these abilities would mean that I should go out and do some good with the world. However it is easy to see that the world go against me – lock me up and throw the key away until they need me.

I am alone in a world where science explains everything and where history is the backbone of humanity.

I alone am a human with what people could consider to be a mutation.

My name is Merlynn and I wish I'm not alone.

AN: Yes very short and the next chapter is on its way. I promise you it's going to be better than this.