READ THE FOLLOWING AUTHOR'S NOTE FOR A TALE OF STUPIDITY AND AN EXPLANATION BECAUSE OTHERWISE YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON WITH ARTHUR:

So I set my account settings so that I would get an email every time someone reviewed/subscribed/favourited one of my stories. On the last chapter I got four reviews (I think) and then I checked my inbox and…

NOTHING! No new messages.

So I got all annoyed and had a little mental rant for a while. Then, just by chance, I looked in my junk box and BAM. Several messages about all my different stories.

:1 Me:0

In the next couple of sections when Arthur's awake and Merlin's in his head he can talk through Arthur. Whenever Arthur is talking but it is Merlin's word it will be in bold just to make things clearer.

Arthur cocked his head as he surveyed the people in the room, "What are you doing here?" he asked the druid.

"I came when I heard Emrys was still alive."

"Emrys? That's me you prat. Oh right, gotcha."

Everyone gave the prince a very weird look.

"What? Oh…Merlin! What? You just talked through my mouth! And? Now everyone must think I'm talking to myself. Or that you have grief issues. I don't have grief issues and even if I did you're not even dead! Oh yeah! Idiot."

"Sire?" Gaius took a tentative step forward, "Are you ok?"

"Why are you calling me sire Gaius? He's talking to me. Oh right, sorry, carry on. I'm fine thanks Gaius just…"

"Yes?" the king asked.

"I've got Merlin stuck in my head. It's really small in here! Shut up."

"Right…" Gaius sounded confused.

"It's me Gaius really! When I gave up my life force for this prat I got stuck in here."

"But, but you should be dead Merlin."

"Well my body is. Isn't it? No it's not Merlin. Oh, I wonder why that is, I'll have to ask Kilgharra. Who? I'll explain later, but can we go to a field later? Why? You'll see."

"So Emrys is controlling your mouth?" The druid asked.

"Apparently so."

"Can he control other parts of you, make you move?"

"I haven't really tried to be honest." With a sudden lurch Arthur began to walk around his chambers rather stiffly. "Merlin, stop it. We look like a duck. Well if you wouldn't fight it, try just let ing me do it." Arthur paused for a moment and started walking normally. "This is so weird. I know, so why do you think my body isn't dead?" He turned to look at the druid.

"I have no idea."

"Fat lot of help you are. Arthur don't be rude."

"So if you're inside my son's head can you… I mean can Arthur… Can you make him use your… you know… stuff?"

"Do you mean magic?"

"Yeah that."

Arthur frowned before looking at a goblet on the table, his eyes flashed a shade of gold for the second time that evening and the goblet slid to the other end of the table.

Uther was scowling.

"What's wrong sire?"

"It's bad enough watching one of my children perform magic, but both of them? That just really takes the biscuit."

"I would try to refrain from using your magic Merlin." Gaius said.

"Why?"

"Because where as you were born with magic and so your body can channel that much energy Arthur wasn't. Your amount of power would be too much for him to handle."

"But surely I can use it a little bit, just not big spells. It's not as though I have to kill Nimueh again anytime soon. MERLIN GIVE ME MY BODY BACK! Oh, sorry. I thought I had."

"What do you mean? Nimueh's dead?" Uther asked.

"Uh, yeah, that was me… Don't lie Merlin. You never killed anyone. Err… well-"

"But Nimueh was a priestess of the old religion, how powerful are you?"

"Honestly Uther were you not listening to the whole 'most powerful ever' explanation?" The druid asked impatiently.

"Yes, but still! He killed Nimueh!"

"Most powerful ever means that I am the most powerful. Ever. As in more powerful than anyone else. Including Nimueh. Don't brag Merlin. Hypocrite."

"But… But… It's Nimueh!"

Merlin took control of Arthur's body again to face palm.

"MERLIN! Sorry."