AN: I honestly thought I was done with this story but there are so many of these floating around on the internet that I simply had to write more of them. All credit to Shadow-StrikeRaven for sending me these.

A friend borrows your stuff for a few days before giving it back.

"Gwen, you know how you're the best sister in the world," Elyan said and Gwen turned and looked at her brother knowingly.

"What do you want?" Gwen asked, Elyan only used that tone when he was either looking for a favour or else in trouble and thankfully since he had become a knight, the troublemaking had ceased somewhat.

"I need your sword, mine's broken and I won't be able to fix it in time for training." Elyan explained and Gwen nodded.

"You know where it is." Gwen said and Elyan grinned at her.

"Thanks I'll give it back as soon as mine's fixed." Elyan said and he hurried off to her house to fetch the sword before training began.

A best friend loses your stuff and says, "My bad...here's a tissue."

"Merlin, whatever happened to my father's sword. I lent it to you when Arthur challenged the Black Knight to a duel but I haven't seen it since." Gwen said one day as she and Merlin walked towards the kitchens. They had been reminiscing about Merlin's first few months in Camelot when she remembered the sword which her father prized as his best work.

"Um you mean the sword that your father was most proud of and it was the best he ever made?" Merlin asked Gwen whilst thinking 'which also happens to have been forged with dragon's breath and currently in a lake being guarded by my dead girlfriend.'

"Yes that one, where is it?" Gwen asked and Merlin looked at her sheepishly.

"I might have… maybe… sort of… lost it," Merlin said and reached into his pocket and fumbled for some sort of peace offering and held it out to her. "But here's a tissue."

The sound of the jug connecting with Merlin's skull was heard all over the castle.

A friend only knows a few things about you.

"Come on Merlin, there must be some secrets you're hiding from us." Lancelot commented one night as they all sat in the Rising Sun. They had just foiled another one of Morgana's attempts to take over the kingdom and were celebrating by having a few drinks. They had been talking about anything and everything and eventually the topic of secrets came to mind.

"No there's not really much to say about me." Merlin replied, carefully avoiding Lancelot's knowing look; Lancelot was the only one who knew about Merlin's magic and for the time being, that was how he liked it.

A best friend could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story...

"Of course there is." Gwen said and Merlin looked at her. "Do they know about your first few days in Camelot or how we met?" Gwen asked and Merlin shook his head.

"No, what happened?" Lancelot asked and Arthur sniggered.

"I remember this." Arthur grinned.

"He challenged Arthur to a fight, lost and wound up in the stocks. Twice." Gwen laughed and looked cheekily at Merlin who realised just how often Gwen caught him doing something foolish or embarrassing.

"Ok that's enough." Merlin said as he clapped a hand over her mouth and quickly snatched it back again, looking at his now-damp palm. "Did you just lick me?" Merlin asked confused. Gwen shot a 'deal with it' look and grinned at the knights.

"Did I ever tell you about the time I caught Merlin trying on some of Morgana's dresses?" Gwen asked and Merlin buried his face in his hands, silently cursing his so-called best friend.

A friend would knock on your front door.

Leon shielded his face with the cloak and hurried through the darkened streets of the town. He could hear the warning bell ringing and knew that Morgana and Morgause had known he'd escaped. Leon stuck to the darkest streets, past houses whose residents were already asleep and didn't stop or look around until he reached Gwen's house and quickly knocked on the door.

"It's me," Leon muttered and the door opened. Gwen ushered him inside and threw a piece of fabric at him.

"Get changed, quickly." Gwen ordered and Leon unfolded the fabric to reveal a purple dress. She wasn't serious…

A bet friend walks right in and say "I'm home."

Gwen sighed as she slowly peeled the vegetables simply because she had nothing better to do. Today had been a mind-numbingly dull day. There had been no threats, no monsters on the loose, no takeover plots from Morgana and even Uther had been quiet today. The result was nothing but absolute boredom. Gwen just wished for something, anything to happen because she was so bored! So completely, utterly and totally bored!

"Hey I'm home and guess what!" Merlin said excitedly as he burst into Gwen's house, he had been as bored as she had.

"What?" Gwen asked.

"Escaped brownie and we have to find it. Come on!" Merlin grinned as they hurried out of Gwen's house and towards the castle.

A friend will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.

"For goodness sake!" Merlin muttered as Percival was knocked unconscious. The knights and Merlin had been patrolling the forest when they had been ambushed by a pack of at least twenty bandits. Whilst most had been dealt with, the knights had all been knocked unconscious and there were still about three or four bandits left standing. Merlin's own head was swimming and he was beginning to feel dizzy and unsteady on his feet.

One of the bandits grabbed him and pressed a knife to his throat. "Any last words?" he hissed as Merlin spluttered for breath.

A best friend will kick the whole crowd's butt

Before Merlin could answer, the bandit in front of him suddenly collapsed in a heap on the ground, a knife was sticking out of the back of his neck. There was a whooshing noise and another bandit crumpled as a rock hit off his head. The third took one look at the cloaked figure who was standing on top of the rocks above them who was aiming another knife and bolted. Merlin quickly freed himself from the grasp the bandit had on him and ducked to the ground just as the bandit with a knife was struck down, a knife sticking out of his chest.

His vision swimming and his head throbbing, Merlin attempted to focus on the person who climbed down the slope, their head and face hidden by the cloak they were wearing. Merlin watched the person pull the knives out of the two bandit's bodies and quickly check the knights' pulses before turning to him. Without looking up or revealing their identity, the cloaked person dropped something on top of Merlin's chest and ran off as he passed out.

When Merlin came to, the other knights were already awake and it was Elyan who pointed out the strip of fabric that was still on Merlin's chest. It was lavender in colour and embroidered with flowers and as Merlin held it in his hands, he knew who had saved them.

A friend will tell you that you're a great singer

"That was really good."

Gwen jumped at the sound of Arthur's voice and felt her face heat up. She was convinced that she was alone and was therefore singing to herself as she worked. Gwen didn't tend to think her singing voice was that good and just didn't have the confidence to sing in front of anyone. Gwen smiled bashfully at Arthur; still slightly embarrassed at being caught.

"Thanks, I'm not really used to having an audience." Gwen replied and Arthur smiled at her.

"You should sing more often." Arthur suggested.

A best friend will tell you that you suck.

"What the hell is that noise?" Merlin asked, his hands over his ears and a pained expression on his face. Gwen stopped singing and turned to look at him.

"What?" Gwen asked and Merlin rubbed his ears.

"I just thought my ears were bleeding." Merlin commented and grinned cheekily at Gwen to show he was only joking.

"Thanks Merlin." Gwen commented sarcastically.

A friend has to be told not to tell anyone.

"You have magic?" Gwaine asked, hardly daring to believe what Merlin had just told him.

"Yes," Merlin replied and grabbed Gwaine's wrist, a growing expression of panic on his face. "And you cannot tell anyone. Not the knights. Not Gwen. Not Arthur. Nobody. Do you understand?"

Gwaine freed his hand and looked at Merlin, seeing the full terror, fear and panic on his face. If anyone else knew about Merlin's magic then he would most definitely be killed. Therefore if he wanted to keep Merlin safe and alive then he would have to keep Merlin's secret.

"I promise I won't tell a soul." Gwaine said. And he didn't.

A best friend already knows not to tell.

Merlin and Gwen sat in Gaius' quarters. Gwen was listening raptly and attentively to Merlin's story. Having just walked in on him practising magic in the privacy of Gaius' chambers, Merlin was telling Gwen everything. About his magic, about his destiny, about Freya, about Emrys, about Balinor, about being a Dragon Lord, about all he had done with his magic and all that he was still fated to do. Once he started talking about one thing, everything had all come crashing out of him. All his secrets, all his accomplishments, all who had suffered because of him and just how scared and annoyed and tired he was of having magic and the effects of it, all of it was revealed.

Gwen had sat silently throughout Merlin's explanation. She never interrupted or questioned anything, she simply sat and listened to what he had to say. The only time she even moved was to take Merlin's hand and hold it tightly in her own. When Merlin stopped taking, he looked at Gwen with a serious expression and a look of mild fear in his eyes.

"You know you can't tell anyone what I told you." Merlin said. Gwen stood up and smiled at Merlin who hoped that smile was one of acceptance.

"Tell anyone what?" Gwen asked and winked at Merlin before she hugged him and walked out of the room. Merlin watched Gwen leave and thought about what she had said.

Then he smiled.