Merlin woke up that morning feeling very strange. He didn't feel the normal pangs of hunger he usually felt in the morning that coaxed him out of bed. In fact, Merlin felt quite content with simply going back to sleep. However, not wanting to be lazy, the young warlock got up out of bed and froze. This was not his room. Merlin looked around. He was sitting on a giant four-poster bed with crimson sheets. A finely polished sword lay against the wall in an expertly crafted leather sheath. This was definitely not the tiny room of Merlin's. This was Arthur's chambers.

Merlin got up and went to the wash basin to splash some cold water on his face. He looked into the mirror and flinched backwards. His reflection was not in the mirror. Well, it was, but it wasn't his own reflection. As Merlin peered into the silver glass, Arthur's face stared back at him with the same bewildered expression. Merlin splashed water on his face and looked again. Nope, still Arthur's reflection.

At that moment, a yelp sliced through the morning air. Heavy footsteps were heard thumping down steps. All of a sudden, someone burst into the chambers. Merlin did a double take. He just burst into the chambers he was already in. Either this was a really crazy dream, or something peculiar was going on.

"MERLIN!" yelled his own voice, but Merlin would never miss the rage that was constantly in Arthur's words.

Merlin, er, Arthur was staring at his hands. He looked at Merlin standing by the mirror. He clambered over to him, shoved him aside and peered into the mirror.

"NO!" Arthur exclaimed, "What the bloody hell's happened? I'm not supposed to look like this! I'm supposed to be handsome!" His voice sounded slightly maniacal, which almost scared Merlin.

"Uh, Arthur?" he asked cautiously, ignoring the insult.

Arthur turned around and looked at him. Merlin was beginning to question his own sanity, for he was looking at himself as if he were someone else. That didn't even make sense in his mind. Then it clicked.

"You're in my body!" Arthur said before Merlin. "And I'm in yours… Ah! That's disgusting! I'm in a filthy peasant's body!"

"Well, I'm not exactly ecstatic about this, either!" Merlin retorted. He rubbed his cheek. "Don't you ever shave?"

Arthur glared at him. It was a lot different being glared at from his own eyes, Merlin thought, but still intimidating. "Fix this," Arthur stated. "Now."

Merlin gaped. "How do you expect me to do that? I dunno how this even happened, let alone how to change it back!"

Arthur stared him down. He picked up his sword. Er, attempted would be a better word. Once the blade was unsheathed, Arthur buckled over and fell to the ground. "Good Lord, Merlin! You have less muscle than a rat, do you know that?"

"Well, yes, actually…" Merlin replied quietly. "But that doesn't matter right now. We need to find out how to fix this. Come on, let's go get help from Gaius."

Merlin started towards the door, but Arthur stopped him. "No way, Merlin. No one will find out about this. Besides, who would believe you? Anyone you tell will think you've gone off your rocker! We'll just figure this out ourselves, and—" Arthur stopped.

"And…?" Merlin asked.

"Oh, no…" Arthur said, burying his face in his hands.

"What?" Merlin inquired urgently.

Arthur shook his head. "I have a meeting with the knights today. My father will be attending, of course." He threw a glance at Merlin. "If I miss it, Father would notice and be on my case the rest of the week." He gave Merlin the death stare and advanced towards him. "If you mess this up… You aren't going to want you body back, understood?"

Merlin nodded looking like a scared puppy. "O-okay. I don't have much to do besides do rounds for Gaius and all the chores you make me do."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Great…" he mumbled under his breath.

"Yeah, have fun with that, Merlin!" Merlin said with a smile. Before Arthur could retort, he walked out of the chambers and into the hallways.