Summary: The Doctor, Amy, and Rory go to Camelot to meet the fabled characters of Arthurian Legend. But when the Doctor gets arrested for sorcery, Amy and Rory need help from Merlin and Gwen. Meanwhile, in his father's court, Arthur meets a mysterious man called "the Doctor," charged with practicing magic, who seems to know something about his mother.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters that belong to the BBC. I just like to play with them like little puppets.

The Doctor flipped some switches, pulled some levers, pressed some buttons, and then grinned as the TARDIS began to rock back and forth. He rushed around the console, checking everything twice, gesturing at Amy and Rory to help them reach their destination.

"But where are we going?" They would yell.

"To see legends unfold!" the Doctor would reply before telling them to hurry up.

The familiar whirring noise came as they landed.

When the ship had come to a stop, Amelia Pond rushed to the Doctor's side.

"Where have you taken us, Doctor?" she squealed. "Can you tell us now?" She fixed her stare on him, her eyes pleading to know.

"Guess." The Doctor's face was bright with excitement. He was truly enjoying their anticipation as they had no clue.

"Hmm," Amy bit her lip in frustration and impatience.

"Is it a planet?" Rory Williams, Amy's husband, chimed in.

"Yes. A specific place on said planet."

"Is it an alien planet?" Amy inquired.

"Well, to me, yes."

"It's Earth, isn't it?"

"Yep."

Amy tilted her head in a curious fashion. "When on Earth?"

The Doctor nodded to the door, still smirking. "Go and see."

Amy raced down to the doors, pulled them open, and peeked out. She then promptly shut them. "It looks..." she began, squinting her eyes, "medieval."

"Medieval... legend... Still don't get it," Rory shook his head.

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Come on, think! Medieval legends. Legends from medieval times. Put two and two together; it's not that difficult."

"Doctor, we're not as clever as you. Give us a bit more to go on." Amy imitated his eyeroll.

"Come on!" The Doctor was getting impatient. "This is when the most famous wizard in all of history lived! You read books on him, you hear myths about him, except they're not myths. This has to be ringing a bell."

"Famous wizard. Legend. Medieval. Wait..." Amy's eyes widened. "Are you talking about Merlin?"

"Yes!" The Doctor gesticulated wildly with his arms at her revelation.

"So this means..."

"We're in Camelot," Rory finished proudly.

"Yes! Come along, Ponds! We may even meet King Arthur!" The Doctor marched his way out the door, Amy following close behind.

"Uh, Doctor, are you including me in that? Because really, that's not how it works!" Rory shouted as he was the last one to leave the TARDIS.

"So Camelot, Merlin, King Arthur, and the Knights of the Round Table really did exist?" Amy had her hands in her pockets and was now interrogating the Doctor on history as the three of them strolled casually through the streets of Camelot.

"Yes, although I'm not actually sure which version of the legend is true," the Doctor replied, adjusting his bowtie.

"Are you really going to wear that?" She squinted at the accessory.

"Yes. Bowties are cool, and I'm sure Morgan le Fay will agree with me. Now, come along Ponds!" he said once again.

Amy followed, until she realised Rory wasn't. She turned around and found him a few yards back, arms crossed, glaring at them. She stopped and motioned at him to come with them.

He shook his head and continued to glare.

Amy heaved a sigh and stomped to him. "Oh, what's wrong now?"

"He won't stop calling me Pond! I'm not a Pond!" Rory whimpered.

"Oh, cheer up, it's just a habit of his."

The Doctor was still walking in the opposite direction, totally apathetic toward what his companions were doing.

"Does he have to add the 's' to it to make it plural? And technically, you're not a Pond either! Not anymore!"

"Why don't you just bring it up with him later?" Amy put her arm around her husband's shoulders, and they both continued walking. "Right now, I want to meet lady Guinevere."

They walked along, taking in the sights and smells of the fabled kingdom. The castle, beautifully built, towered over them in all its glory. Passersby occasionally gave them strange glances for their odd attire, but mostly ignored them as they made their way through the streets.

"Woman in shorts. Must be a sight to see here, yeah?"

"Yeah..." Rory was too distracted by all their surroundings to pay attention to Amy. "We are in Camelot!"

"I can see that."

"Yeah, but... I just never knew this place existed! I mean, I watched movies and read books about this place, and always thought it was just a story. But here it is! Right in front of us. We are in Camelot. We are in history! We are in legend!"

"I thought you would have gotten used to traveling throughout time and space. You're acting like this is your first trip."

"But this is all supposed to be complete fiction built up over centuries! It's not supposed to be real! You can't tell me you're not super excited."

Amy leaned in closely, her eyes darting back and forth. "Want to know the truth?"

"What's that?"

"No matter where the Doctor takes me, I always feel like it's the first time. It's always something new; it's always something great. I will never get used to it.

Rory smiled, and they both linked arms and continued to walk.

Suddenly, Rory paused to look around frantically. "Where'd he go?"

"Huh?"

"The Doctor. Where did he go?"

"I thought he went down this way."

"I haven't seen him. Oh, great. We lost the Doctor. Did he do this with you when you two were alone?"

"He always turns up. Eventually. Let's just find Merlin and meet him and learn some magic or something."

"They were the ones! They came from the blue box with him!"

Amy and Rory turned to face the direction the shout had come from. What they saw were two guards running in their direction, swords drawn.

"Do you think they're coming for us?" Rory yelled.

"What do you think? Run!" Amy shouted back.

So they ran through the streets, dodging people and baskets and animals that lay in their way. They turned two corners, and though it appeared that they had lost their pursuers, Rory pulled Amy into a small house and promptly shut the door, listening to the guards as they passed by.

Both turned and leaned against the door, sighing with relief.

That was when they saw two people, a man and a woman, both staring at them.

The woman spoke up. "Who are you?"