"So, 'Thusie, what do you feel like doing today?" Elyan asked his girlfriend.

The baby dragon shrugged. "I don't know, let's just sit here and enjoy the sunshine."

Elyan nodded and laid back on the grass when Aithusa did. They reached for each other's hands and turned to look at each other.

"I heard Kilgharrah wants to turn back into a dragon," Elyan mumbled, looking her in the eyes.

"Where'd you hear that?"

"Well, I was walking and I overheard him telling Merlin that." Elyan suddenly looked upset. "Now, I'm just wondering….if…"

Aithusa quirked an eyebrow at him. "If?"

"If…you wanted…to…" Elyan seemed to be dragging on the subject.

Aithusa rolled her eyes. "If I wanted to turn back into a dragon?" she supplied.

The knight nodded, not meeting her eye. She shook her head fondly. "Yeah, sorry, I guess you're stuck with me," she said (suspiciously sounding like Merlin….).

He looked up at her. "You mean it?"

The baby dragon snorted. "No, of course not. I want to go back to being a dragon and then I will hook up with Morgana and act like her mute pet while she pretends to be a Dragonlord."

Elyan raised an eyebrow at her. "You're joking, right?"

She nudged him in the shoulder. "Duh."

"How will Killy get turned back into a dragon though?" Elyan asked after a minute.

Aithusa shrugged. "I don't know. Frankly, I think they will find a way to turn him back, but at the last minute Kilgharrah will decide that he wants to be a human and then we'll all have a f*cking awesome magical celebration party and there will be a happy ending."

Elyan chuckled. "I love the way you put things."

She rolled her eyes fondly at him. "Good."

"Ugh, we're finally free of those idiots," Kilgharrah groaned as Merlin rolled his eyes. They ditched Gwaine, Percival, and Leon at the tavern and now were making their way up to the tallest tower. It wasn't that they didn't want their friends partaking in throwing themselves off a building, except they did. It was just a Dragonlord/Dragon bonding time (no matter how girly that sounded) and they kinda wanted it to be private.

Unfortunately, that seemed impossible, seeing as the prince (and regent-king!) of Camelot wanted to tag along.

"You have to help me," Arthur whispered as he hid behind them. A moment later, a very pissed off Gwen walked by, glaring death at everyone and everything. Her whole demeanor changed, however, when she saw Kilgharrah and Merlin. With a wave, she smiled brightly the both of them before continuing on with glaring at everything. When she left, Arthur let loose a sigh of relief.

"Thanks," the regent-king (and prince!) of Camelot sighed. "I pissed off Gwen."

"That much was obvious," Merlin said with a raised eyebrow as Kilgharrah nodded in the background. "What'd you do?"

Arthur's eyes went wide in fear and his inhaled a sharp breath. "That's none of your business!"

Kilgharrah suddenly smirked and stepped forward. "Poor, poor Arthur," said the dragon in a mock-sympathetic voice as he patted the prince on the arm. Merlin's and Arthur's eyebrows shot up in confusion. "Poor Arthur," Kilgharrah said again. "You're still a virgin."

To say Arthur was shocked would be an understatement. "WHAT?"

Kilgharrah shook his head again, looking at Arthur in pity. "It's okay. I understand. Gwen wanted to have sex, but you were afraid so you told her no."

"WHAT?" Arthur repeated, red in the face. "I'm – not a – not a-"

Merlin smirked evilly, making him look a bit like Morgana. "Not a what, Arthur?"

The regent-king spluttered. "I bet you've never had anyone either!"

"So he admits it!" Kilgharrah cheered. He and Merlin started laughing so hard that tears ran down their faces. Arthur fumed and turned his back to them.

"Come on, prat!" Merlin puffed out through giggles. "We were just teasing!"

Arthur turned around with a "I will kill right now and dance on your grave with joy while I also spread nasty rumors about you and place several curses on your family" look. "Shut up!"

Kilgharrah shook his head, laughing so hard that no sound was coming out and he was stuck there flapping his arms around like some low IQ-leveled bird.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Arthur yelled. "I hate you two!"

Merlin shook his head. "Maybe you wouldn't be so uptight if we got you laid."

Arthur and Kilgharrah both turned a brighter red (the first from being indignant and the second from lack of oxygen). With a half snarl, the prince (and regent-king!) shoved Merlin in the shoulder. Hard.

"There was no need to get physical!" Merlin yelped as he landed on the floor. Kilgharrah was still too busy laughing to help him up.

Arthur, his glare softening a bit – just a bit! He was still angry! – reached out and pulled his manservant up. Merlin took it and stood. Both then looked at Kilgharrah and waited for him to sober up.

"Okay, okay, I'm good!" said a breathless dragon a few minutes later. He took a look at their faces and burst out laughing again. Arthur's face grew a bit red again. Kilgharrah coughed and straightened. "Okay, now I'm good."

Arthur twacked the dragon in the forehead, who, in turn, squawked then scowled. Merlin rolled his eyes at the both of them. "Children, do you need to be separated?" he asked.

Arthur glared in annoyance. "We're not children! Both of us are older than you!"

Merlin simply just rolled his eyes again.

Kilgharrah huffed and decided to sit on the ground. With a look of "well, are you going to stand there or join me?" the other two sat down.

"It's time like this I really enjoy being human," the dragon sighed out quietly. Arthur looked at him in slight surprise.

"You still want to become a dragon again?"

"Ugh, yeah he does," Merlin cut in before Kilgharrah could answer. "You should hear him bitch away about how much humans piss."

Arthur snorted as Kilgharrah glared. "I do not bitch, bitch!"

"You so do. And I'm not a bitch."

"I so do not!"

"Do so!"

"Do not!"

"Do so!"

"Do not!"

"Do so!"

"Do not!"

"Do so!"

"Do not!"

"SHUT UP!" Arthur yelled. "You're giving me a headache!"

Merlin pouted. "How come he's allowed to have the last word?"

"Because I'm special!" Kilgharrah said with a triumphant grin. Arthur smacked his forehead and Merlin noticed him getting annoyed (which usually was followed by a royal tantrum, not that Merlin ever called them that out loud).

"Alright, alright, I think we've behaved like children for far too long today," Merlin said. "Let's do something productive."

"Like what?" Kilgharrah asked.

"Well, Merlin could do some of his chores. I mean, he hasn't done any of them since we all got back to Camelot a few weeks ago," Arthur stated with raised eyebrow directed at his servant.

"How 'bout no," Merlin said, nodding. "How 'bout we go look up things that will change 'Gharrah back into a dragon!"

"I'm good for that," Kilgharrah said. "Let's go!"

Merlin and the dragon hopped up and looked down at Arthur. He rolled his eyes. "Am I out-voted?"

"Yep!" they answered in unison as they began skipping down the hallway.

"Idiots," the prince muttered as he got up.

Three very exhausting hours of searching through books later:

"I. Hate. Reading," Kilgharrah said as his face fell into the book he had been reading. Merlin moaned on the floor, his face in a similar position, except with his arms.

Arthur shut his book with vigor and chucked it across the room. It hit the wall with a bang. "This is stupid! Nothing we need to know is in any of these!"

They had been in the castle library for quite a few hours. It was getting dark, and they'd soon have to read by candlelight.

"I'm not sure if turning back into a dragon is worth this," the dragon mumbled from his book. Merlin moaned again.

"Let's quit for the night," Arthur suggested. "We'll try again tomorrow."

Yet again, Merlin moaned on the floor. Kilgharrah lifted his head and looked up. "That's a good idea." He stood, groaning as blood rushed through his numb legs. He walked over to Merlin and kicked him.

"Just leave me here to die," the warlock moan as he rolled on his back. Arthur walked over and stood over him.

"C'mon you big idiot," the prince (and regent-king!) said (definitely not in the least fondly) as he crouched down a tried pulling him up. He succeeded in lifting the warlock's arms.

"Don't wanna move," Merlin grumbled, his eyes still closed. Kilgharrah and Arthur looked at each other, having the same idea.

"Mmm, put me down," a very tired Merlin said half-heartedly as Kilgharrah carried his legs and Arthur his top. He could tell they were moving slowly, as if they didn't want to drop him. He really couldn't care less at the moment.

Drowsily, Merlin realized he must have dozed off a bit, because he certainly would've remembered Gwaine being there.

"YOU KILLED HIM?!" the usually drunk knight's voice called in horror. Merlin shifted his head against Arthur's chest. (Arthur was holding him under the arms, so his head lolled against the prince's chest. His legs were held under the knees by 'Gharrah.)

"No, Gwaine. As much as we may want to sometimes, we didn't," Arthur's sarcastic voice said. "Now if you excuse us, we'll be taking him home."

Merlin knew he probably should've tried to stay awake again, he really should've, but he couldn't help himself. He fell asleep.

It was a pity, though, because he missed something incredible when doing so.

A/N: Hey, guys, it's nearly 2 am where I am and I think my dad is standing right outside my door! Help!

So, the end is coming soon. Maybe the next chapter, maybe the one after that! IDK... But there's still Sir Gwaine versus the Muffins coming soon.

Again, I'd like to thank you guys for all the reviews. Seriously, we broke 170. On chapter 12. You guys are great, I love you. Free air-guitars to all.