Merlin had shown me around the castle, lost me a few times (when I got distracted by something like pretty knights), and had ended the tour back at Gaius' chambers.

"That was brilliant! Sir Leon was totally hitting on me!" I exclaimed, dancing around the table, which happened to be in the middle of the place. Gaius looked at me with wide eyes.

"A knight was hitting you, Lady Kaelyn?" he sounded alarmed at the thought. I had told them both my name on our way here, and Merlin had helped me forge papers pretending I was from far away. Well, I was, but that was entirely besides the point. Uther hadn't met me yet, but I would be introduced to Arthur the moment he came back from training. I paused my jumping around and turned to face Gaius, my eyes wide.

"What?" I asked, my brain pausing at the confusion.

"You said that Sir Leon had hit you," he clarified, still looking alarmed. I blinked in confusion for a moment, before reviewing my previous words.

"Oh bother. Sorry, that's not what I meant, I said he was hitting on me, which is an expression from the future. Far, far into the future. My bad, I apologize," I said. Gaius rolled his eyes at me while Merlin chuckled a bit. He had gotten used to my funny use of words for their time period.

"Merlin!" I heard Bradley- no, I heard Arthur shout through the corridors.

I grinned while Merlin sighed at the sound of his name.

"That wouldn't happen to be the Royal Prat, would it?" I teased, shoving Merlin lightly with my shoulder. He grumbled unintelligible words under his breath as Arthur burst through the door.

Right about then, Arthur Pendragon slammed through the door in full knight gear, an angered look in his blue eyes.

"Merlin, where have you been! Have you seen the state of my chambers?" he bellowed, his hands on his hips and glaring straight at Merlin.

"If I may interrupt, it was my fault," I said, stepping forward. Gwen had helped me find a dress and I was now wearing a gold velvet and green taffeta dress that made me look royal.

"And may you be?" Arthur asked. I bowed lightly, while introducing myself.

"I am Lady Kaelyn of America. I have crossed oceans to have a hearing with the King. Your father, I assume," I said, a small smile on my face. Arthur's eyebrows shot to his hairline and he nodded.

"Of course. If I may ask, however, why are you with my manservant?" he asked. I knew the answer to this, I had rehearsed it in my mind.

"I had lost my way, just outside of Camelot. Merlin and Gaius helped me find my way back, then Merlin showed me around the castle while you were teaching knights. I thought we could wait for you, since your father might be more accepting of a stranger if his son were to do the introductions, rather than a servant," I explained, grinning at the prince before me.

While he mulled it over, I was busy planning a way to get Arthur into Merlin's pants within the week. Well, with that much denial, maybe it would take a month at most.

"I see. Allow me to go change before we go see my father," Arthur strongly suggested. It was like an order without being an order, and it was amusing to see the prince struggle with words so much. He wasn't sure what to do, that was evident.

"Naturally," I allowed, smirking at his retreating back. Merlin trotted along after him, waving at me while Arthur ranted at him. I waved back, grinning and chuckling when their backs were turned.

Arthur didn't take nearly as long as I thought he would before coming back dressed and clean with Merlin trailing after him.

"Come Lady Kaelyn, I will bring you to meet my father," Arthur said, gesturing for me to go before him. I nodded and went ahead, sort of remembering the directions Merlin had given me.

"How do you know the way to the throne room?" Arthur demanded when we got to the huge double doors. Oh bugger.

"Merlin showed me" I said simply, shooting the warlock an apologetic look.

Arthur glared at his manservant, making him roll his eyes.

We stepped through the huge doors together, Merlin one step behind the prince and I.

"Father! This is Lady Kaelyn, she seeks an audience with you," he said.

Uther turned his eyes to me and I bowed, before straightening back out. I followed Merlin's brief teaching and waited for the King to allow me to speak. It bothered me, it really did, but there wasn't anything I could do about it.

"You may speak," he allowed after a moment. I nodded and started weaving a believable tale.

"I am Lady Kaelyn of America. I have crossed oceans to come to Camelot to seek shelter from the threat of Magick. My family was murdered by an evil sorceress when she took over the kingdom, so I came here," I explained, looking appropriately saddened.

The kings face softened slightly as he got up and put a hand on my shoulder. I lowered my head, my hair in my face, letting him think that I was holding tears when I was really hiding a grin at the fact that I had fooled the great King Uther.

"You are welcome to stay in Camelot as long as you wish it, Lady Kaelyn. I will have Arthur show you to a room in the castle," he said, nodding at me.

I smiled brightly at him, making sure there were tears in my eyes to finalize the trickery.

"Thank you so much, your Majesty," I said, curtsying before stepping just outside the doors to let Uther talk to his son.

I had to resist the urge to jump around like the fangirl I was as Merlin stepped out into the hall.

"What you said, about magick?" Merlin said hesitantly, obviously worried about his secret.

"Dude, I'm a Time Lord. What do you think?" I mocked, smacking him behind the head lightly.

"Ow! Why do people always do that?" He complained, rubbing the back of his head.

I rolled my eyes at him.

At that moment, Arthur strolled out, looking like he owned the place (which he did, but that's entirely beside the point).

He walked off, obviously angry at his father for some reason, and I followed him.

"So, Arthur. Where will I be sleeping?" I asked teasingly, though I knew it was a bad idea to speak to him right now. He simply shot me a small glare, but grinded his teeth and answered me anyways.

"In the chambers beside mine," he grumbled. I rolled my eyes at him, not sure what all the grumbling was for. It wasn't like I was evil or anything, unlike practically every other new-comer in Camelot. I was actually going to help!

I stuck my tongue out at him, earning a stifled chuckle from Merlin.

*TiMe LaPsE*

I stuck my head out of the door to my room, making sure no one was in sight. When I had assured that the coast was clear, I stepped out quietly and hurried off through the halls, my dark blue cloak billowing around me.

I had snatched a pair of leather pants from Morgana and had grabbed a flowy white shirt from Arthur, a black and silver underbust corset from the queen's old room and a pair of pretty leather boots I had found under my bed.

The shirt fell over my shoulders, but paired with the bra I had been wearing when I was transported (Cas-style), it was alright.

I debated grabbing my pretty dagger for a moment, but decided against it when I realized that I didn't have any pockets.

I rushed through the doors and down the deserted streets of Camelot, narrowly avoiding the armed patrols of knights wandering the place, before reaching my destination; the forest.

I ran through the woods, all giggly, until I realized that it was probably a better idea to get a horse.

I groaned and trudged back, jumping into creepy alleyways to escape the guards.

I managed to sneak a horse out, and went off riding to a near-by random town.

After strapping my stolen horse up to a post, I lowered blue hood from my head, smiling around at people.

And then I spotted Gwaine.

I was quite surprised to see him there, I hadn't expected him so close to Camelot. And after a quick conversation with Merlin about recent evil magik shit, I didn't expect him for another two seasons/years.

So I figured, you know, this could be a really good thing. While all the other knights were pairing up and falling in love, Gwaine had always stayed single through the seasons, no matter what. I always believed he needed some love in his life, and now I might be able to make that happen. I could make friends with him and pair him up with an unsuspecting gorgeous person!

Enough with the Gwapple and stuff (though he did love apples), Gwaine needed a human (mostly) person to love. Hell, if I managed to get him to be with Morgana, it might stop her from going evil!

So I strode up purposefully, taking a seat beside him, but not paying him attention quite yet.

As I waited for the barmaid to turn to me, I noticed some poor girl being bullied by a man twice her size and wider than a door.

Gwaine could wait, I would not stand for a man being such a fucking moron. And suddenly, I strongly wished I had brought my blade.

"Hey! Leave her alone," I growled, walking up to the man. He turned to me slowly, glaring at me.

"Mind your own damn business, wench," he insulted. I rose an eyebrow, my hands on my hips.

"Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are?" I demanded, giving the traditional bitchy stance. Heh, I had invented it a few centuries early. I almost smirked at the thought, almost.

The man came closer to me, looking down on me. It didn't affect me one bit, being used to being short and that not affecting my temper at all. Not one freaking bit.

"I'm stronger than you, little girl, walk away," he ordered. I laughed in his face, mocking him knowingly.

"Puh-lease. First off, see this? All the right curves in all the right places, not a little a girl. Second off, I'm not backing off until you get the hell away from that girl. Why don't you pick on someone your own size," I bitched at him. He made a face and I could see a vein in his temple bulging, and I felt briefly proud of myself.

Until he swung at me.

I ducked under the punch, elbowing him in the gut and swiping under his feet in a flowing movement, landing him on his ass in a few seconds.

A good amount of curses later, there was suddenly a large amount of men gathering around me, looking real angry.

"Aw, bugger," was all I had time to say before they were on me.

In the fray, I vaguely noticed someone being on my side, and I was fighting and ducking and avoiding slashes for all I was worth until I felt a hand grab mine and pull me away.

Some small (read as huge) part of my mind noticed it was Gwaine that I was following, bolting away at top speed through the streets and away from carts and stray people.

He pulled me into a corner, my back against the wall and his body close to mine, shielding me from the group of angry idiots chasing past us.

His breath was hot and heavy, mingling with my own at our proximity.

I figured it was a good time to show my appreciation. I reached up and kissed him slightly on the lips before my mind had time to process the idea, and then I was talking before his had time to process what had just happened.

"Thank you, back there. I was toast," I breathed, looking deeply into his swirling coffee-coloured eyes.

He nodded briefly, dipping his head and pressing his lips to mine softly. I kissed back, reaching up to run a hand through his fabulous hair. His hands drifted to my hips, gripping them tight and pulling my hips tightly against his.

"I'm sorry, that was out of line," he said, pulling away slightly. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his collar, pulling him closer.

"Shut up," I breathed, kissing him again, sliding my tongue against his lips. He granted me access and then we were making out, him pushing me up against the wall behind me.

I broke away when my brain started going fuzzy.

"What-" I didn't have time to finish that line before I had passed out in his arms.