A/N: I got the idea for this fic while watching one of those soaps on Tv. This is just the prologue. I don't know if I should continue but I'll post this up for you and see how you guys liked it.

A/D: I DEFINATELY do not own Merlin or any of the characters you see on Tv. I do, however own the storyline, plot and OCs.

"I give you two options: The first, cast a spell onto me. If I can't repel it, I will let him go and he will forget everything about this-even you. The second, you become mine without a fight and he will wake up in Camelot, as if this never happened." The sorcerer said this with a leer.

Merlin's eyes flashed in anger. What sort of 'options' were those? He knew he had no way of defeating him; he was a creature with a years of knowledge in him. Even with the look of deepest loathing that he was throwing him, he wasn't even flinching. All he did was just stand there with a silly grin on his face. The only thing that kept Merlin from going over and ripping his face from his flesh was the figure in his arms. Arthur. The name resounded in his head. Stroking his cold cheek, he suddenly realised that a warm droplet had fallen on the back of his hand.

He knew what he had to do now. He'd known it all along. "Stupid prat." Smiling sadly he bent down and kissed him long and hard on the lips. "I love you." He breathed softly against icy lips. Choking slightly with even more tears, the brunette continued. "Even if you'll never remember me."