Author's Note: Ok, so...I'm not sure who took over Cenred's lands; I think they said it at some point in season 4, but I can't for the life of me remember. Also-I made up the spell words. They don't actually mean Heal Arthur's wound or anything! Also, also; this is my first Merlin fanfic! So please be gentle!

Disclaimer: Merlin is so very not mine.

"Ungh...gah"

"Shhh…"

"Mer-Merlin?"

"Yea."

"Where am I?"

"You're at home, Arthur. Can't you tell? You're in your bed."

"Mmm…it doesn't feel like my bed. It's a lot harder."

"Your imagination."

"…your dishonesty, I think. Don't you know you shouldn't lie to a dying man?"

"Stop being dramatic. I'm not lying to a dying man; I'm lying to a slightly wounded man who will be home soon."

"Where are we really, Merlin?"

"Arthur-"

"Where?"

"…Dungeons."

"Whose?"

"Someone named Eleazar."

"…I don't remember making anyone named Eleazar angry recently."

"Arthur, stop talking. I'm trying to look at your wound."

"Argghhh, oh gods! Careful!"

"Sorry."

"...Merlin?"

"Yes, sire?"

"Why are we here?"

"Shh, Arthur, it's not important."

"Stop shushing me! Answer my question!"

"Fine! Eleazar is the man who took over Cenred's lands, and now he's captured us to kill you and take over your kingdom, but not after he's tortured Camelot's secrets out of you first!"

"…Oh. Why-why are you here?"

"For the same reason, I'd guess."

"What?"

"He knows I'm your advisor now, so he must think I know the same secrets. But Arthur, it doesn't matter-"

"He'll torture you."

"No, he won't."

"And then he'll kill you-"

"No, he won't. Look, Arthur, I know right now you're a little woozy-"

"I'm not a floozy!"

"-but think very hard. What did you very recently learn about me that could get us out of this situation?"

"…"

"Really? You can't think of anything-anything at all. I keep this secret for 7 years-"

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking!"

"-and then when I finally tell you, you don't care enough to remember?"

"Well- you told me you'd kissed Gwen. Is that it?"

"Unbelievable. How could the fact that I've kissed your wife possibly help us get out of this dungeon?"

"I don't know! What were you talking about then?"

"I have MAGIC you moron! I was just about to heal you when you woke and wouldn't shut up!"

"OH, I…knew that! I just assumed that since we were trapped in here that your powers weren't working or…something."

"My powers don't just turn on and off."

"Well how am I supposed to know that? This is kind of new to me, after all your years of LYING AND EVERYTHING!"

"Shh, you'll alert the guards."

"You're shushing me again, Merlin."

"That's because you need to be shushed. Now let me look at your wound."

"No."

"What? Why not?"

"Because you're annoying me."

"Well, it's mutual. Now, just-let me see-stop-"

"Bugger off!"

"Ngaen ungfwaia! ...There. Does that feel back to normal?"

"I…yes. Yes it does."

"Good. Now, I wonder what spell I should use for-"

"Merlin?"

"Hmm?"

"…Thank you."

"Don't mention it, Arthur."

"It really does feel much better."

"No, I mean it. Don't mention it; modesty doesn't suit you."

"…Well thank goodness for that. It felt wrong even pretending."

"You'll never have to pretend to be something you're not with me, Arthur. You know that."

"Yes, Merlin. I know."