This is a really rough first draft, I haven't even read through it myself yet, but I'm publishing it now so I can get reviews as soon as possible. Try not to focus on spelling (I'll fix anything later) or formatting, etc. I think I could be more descriptive in this chapter so please keep an eye out and tell me where! Thanks. :)
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Uther
Pendragon shook the hand of the bow-tie man. "I have been told
that you deal with this sort of... problem." Sir Leon, standing
beside Arthur and Merlin, looked curiously at the man, and then the
king. This witch-hunter was dressed just as strangely as the
foreigners, yet Uther didn't look twice at him. The king, he
considered, must have been happy to have a solution, no matter how
ridiculous the man seemed.
"Yes,
aliens are my specialty." He winked. "In fact, I have to
two helpers, so we'll get this sorted out quickly." He clapped
his hands to the right of his head. "And... enter!" Two
other men entered the room, having been asked to wait outside for the
Doctor's que. The Doctor loved dramatic entrances. The first man was
placid looking, with thick black curls and a red scarf. His companion
was shorter and appeared ready to pounce on anyone who challenged
him.
"You
are also experienced?" Uther shook their hands. The scarfed man
lingered his hold for a few seconds, he and the king not breaking eye
contact.
"Not
at all," he answered casually, "but I assure you I'm a
quick learner, and probably your best chance."
"This
is Sherlock," the Doctor said. "And that's John Watson."
"Your
names are not familiar." Uther motioned to Sir Leon, who threw a
bag of gold to the Doctor. The timelord jangled it next to his ear,
and deposited it in his coat pocket as if it was as dispensable as a
hanky. "But do the job and you will want for nothing."
"And..."
John stepped forward, looking back and forth between his acquaintances
and the king. "What is our job exactly?"
"Excuse
Mr. Watson," Sherlock said, "he often requires
explanations."
"Your
job is to get rid of the sorcerers." Uther replied sternly. "Is
that not why you came to Camelot?"
The
Doctor nodded and put his hands on John's shoulders, peeking over
him, to the war doctor's discomfort. "Of course it is, we were
just checking that you
understood."
Arthur,
having kept himself and Merlin in the background, finally raised his
voice. "Father, don't forget, we think these people are victims,
not actual sorcerers."
"Whoever
they are, I want them gone. That's final."
Merlin
felt a gaze on him, and turned to see the one called Sherlock
staring at him. He seemed confident, not turning away when
discovered. Merlin nodded, thinking it the polite thing to do, though
he felt uncomfortable. It was almost as if the witch-hunter was
seeing into his soul. He hoped this would not be a repeat of the
previous witch-hunter's reign.
"We'll
figure it out, and get these people back to where they came from."
The Doctor grinned.
"Good."
Uther looked to his son. "Arthur, get these men settled for a
week's stay."
Just
then, the doors opened and in walked Morgana with rings under her
eyes, but holding her posture with full poise. She wore a green dress
which flowed behind her as if on a cloud. To summarise, she made
quite a dramatic entrance.
"Morgana!"
Uther bounded forward and grabbed onto her hands. "Where have
you been?"
"I'm
sorry for worrying you," she answered sweetly and began a story
of how she'd felt unwell, so had sought comfort from one of the
ladies of the court.
Meanwhile,
Sherlock's alarm bells were ear-piercingly loud in his mind palace.
It seemed so obvious to him that this woman was somehow involved in
the teleportation of the Londoners. Her story was full of plot holes,
anyone except the king knew it, and the way she looked at him... she
almost reminded him of Moriarty. Except she wasn't anywhere near as
intelligent as him.
"At
least you're safe now." Uther had almost lost his precious ward
once before, and he was tremendously relieved that Morgana was safe.
"And
what might your name be?" Sherlock stepped forward.
Morgana's
gaze flickered over her shoulder, and she turned to face the
detective, a confident look on her face. "The Lady Morgana."
She delicately held out her hand, though Sherlock's arms stayed
firmly by his side. He stared at her, no doubt going over things in
his mind, and she smiled uncomfortably. "If you'll forgive me,
I'm rather tired."
"Of
course," The king said. "Arthur, escort these men to their
rooms."
"Yes
father." The prince held his arm out towards the door,
signalling for Morgana to exit first. She did so, and was followed by
the five men for a short while as they walked to the same part of the
castle.
Merlin
watched her carefully until she turned a corner, looking for anything
that might suggest she was involved. At that moment though, he was
more curious about the figure walking gaily beside him.
Once
the blue box had arrived and Gwen had run off in surprise, he had had
a short five minutes to talk to the doctor as he lead him and the two
companions to Arthur. The Doctor seemed to have magic, though he
talked of it so casually. He didn't even try to deny what Merlin had
seen. "We pop in and out everywhere," he'd said.
"You
should be careful who you say that to," Merlin had spoken
quickly in warning, as strangers eyed the group, "if you value
your life."
"Really?"
The Doctor had said, and that had ended their conversation.
"This,"
Arthur's voice pulled Merlin back to the present, "is where one
of you will be staying... or two... or three."
"We'll
have separate beds, thanks." John entered the room, apparently
claiming it as his. It was the typical Camelot guest room, fitted out
for royalty.
"I
hope you'll be comfortable." Arthur smiled. "If you need
anything, just ask-" he was interrupted by Sherlock.
"Before
we go any further, tell me about Morgana."
Arthur
looked slightly taken aback, but Merlin perked up, wondering why
Sherlock was so interested. Could he see right through Morgana? The
warlock shivered, perhaps that meant he could see right through
Merlin's disguise as well.
"Morgana
is my father's ward." The prince answered casually. "She is
like a sister to me."
John,
sitting comfortably on the feather mattress, said, "Why are you
asking, Sherlock?"
"We
are here for an investigation, John."
"Oh."
Arthur waved his hand in dismissal. "I assure you that the Lady
Morgana has nothing to do with this."
Yeah
right,
Merlin muttered under his breath, though no one heard him. Except...
did Sherlock turn his head just a little bit?
Suddenly,
the four heard a crash from the hall, and hurried to see what had
happened. They were greeted by the Doctor crouched on the ground,
trying to quickly pick up some fruit he had knocked over.
"Sorry!"
He exclaimed upon spotting them. "I was just scanning for...
stuff, and I knocked this over."
"Let
me help you." Merlin offered when Arthur gave him a look. He
then began stuffing apples and pears back into the ornate wooden
bowl.
"It's
odd," Sherlock said, his arms crossed. "For a servant, you
don't seem half as tired as you should be."
Merlin
froze, back turned to the crowd. It was true, lately he had been
using magic so he could sleep instead of doing chores. And the
witch-finder had noticed. Luckily, Arthur unintentionally saved him.
"Merlin's
the most lazy servant in Camelot, but he will do whatever you ask."
He gestured to the next door down the hall. "Shall I show you
the other rooms?"
"Yes,
please!" The Doctor answered gleefully, positioning the bowl
neatly on the side table.
To
Merlin's relief, the rest of the tour was completely uneventful, and
it wasn't long before he could go recount the events of the day to
Gaius.
"It
has to be Morgana," Merlin admitted over a bowl of warm chicken
soup.
"Merlin..."
The physician raised an eyebrow as he munched down on a piece of
bread. Soup and bread, it wasn't a gourmet meal like the Pendragons
had, but it was still delicious. And excellent for relaxing... and
sharing theories of all the crazy stuff that was happening.
"Come
on, Gaius, ugh." Some soup dribbled down Merlin's chin, pooling
on his scarf. He slurped it up quickly and continued. "It's
always
Morgana."
"Even
if that's so, you can't just accuse the king's ward. Especially with
the witch-finders around." Gaius' eyebrows quivered, which the
young warlock always took as a sign of pure seriousness.
"They
aren't like the other witch-finders, they're not from around here."
"Yes,"
he nodded, "I've suspected as much."
Merlin
wondered whether he should tell Gaius about the box, but his mind
wandered to Gwen. She had seen it too, and run off after the men had
stepped out. What would she be thinking now? She had that little girl
to look after, he supposed, so Gwen would be level-headed as usual.
"What
are you thinking about?" The physician inquired.
"Nothing."
He continued to the next important matter. The box was irrevelant, at
least for now. Sherlock's comment wasn't. "The one called
Sherlock, I think he suspects me."
Gaius
lowered his bread into the bowl, where it proceeded to soak up the
soup. "Did he accuse you?"
Merlin
slowly shook his head. "No... he just sort of suggested it. But
that's the thing," he leant in closer to Gaius, "I don't
think he cares about me, he was more interested in Morgana. Maybe I
should talk to him."
"I
sense you're getting into mischief, Merlin." The eyebrows
quivered again.
"Gaius.
There's hundreds of people from..." It was the only explanation
and they both knew it, so Merlin said it outright, "...the
future. In Camelot. You know I've got to do something."
"I
know." The physician reached across their dinner and placed a
fatherly hand on Merlin's shoulder. "Just be careful."
"You
know me," he smiled, "I'm always careful."
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