I look sadly at Arthur. His sword is pointed at my heart. I can feel a single tear roll down my cheek. "Why?" I ask in a hushed tone.
"You're a magic user. You attacked me. I'm sorry Merlin, but you need to die," he says angrily.
There is a flash of light and a girl puts herself between Arthur and me. "You cannot kill him," she says sternly. Arthur lunges, and the girl throws out her hand. As if she thinks she could stop Arthur. The sword sinks into her stomach. I hear Gwen scream in the distance. I can only look at Arthur though. I can see the hatred in his eyes, and the brief ghost of shame and guilt. The girl places her hand on my chest and searing pain wracks my body.
My back slams into something really hard. I fall forward and my stomach heaves. I spill my guts onto the ground. Even that looks weird. It is very dark here. It had been noon a moment ago and now it seems to be the middle of the night. The ground under my hand is hard and cold. Where am I? What the heck did she do to me? I struggle to me feet, and bright lights shine in my face. I turn away, and stumble away from the shouts. I trip and blackness surrounds me.
"Where did he go?" Arthur growls at me.
"Somewhere you will never find him. I've sent your friend many years into the future. You will never see him again, and more importantly you will never be able to kill him," I tell him. I collapse to the ground as I cough up blood.
"I should kill you now, but that would end your suffering. I want you to suffer for being a sorceress," he snarls in my ear.
"I wouldn't want mercy from you anyway. Did you even notice that Gwen is dead?" I ask. He whips around and sees Gwen and the puddle of blood she is lying in.
"What happened?" he asks in bewilderment.
"I was aiming at her when you struck me down," I tell him with a wicked smile. He starts swearing, and swings his blade at my neck. I smile because at least I know that Merlin is out of his reach for good. Darkness and pain over takes me before I feel nothing at all.
I wake up with a jerk. I'm in a very bright place with odd things around me. I look around in confusion. A dark door opens and in comes an older gentleman comes in. he is holding something odd and flat in his hands. It looks like a really big piece of yellow paper. He sits across from me at the shiny table. That table alone is amazing. How odd that it is so shiny.
"Do you know why we brought you in?" he asks me.
"No," I tell him.
"You were found at the scene of a crime. Can you tell me how you got there?" he asks.
"No. I don't remember anything," I tell him.
"How did you get all those cuts and bruises?" he asks.
"I was in a fight with a friend," I tell him simply.
"Did your friend lose?" he asks.
"No I ran away," I tell him. I hang my head in shame. "I was supposed to keep him safe, but I ran. He might be dead and I will never know," I murmur. I can't fight the tears. I think of Gaius, and Gwen. Oh god Gwen was screaming. Is she all right? Killgharrah will be pissed. Is he even still alive? And what happened to Morgana and Aithusa, and all of the knights? What has happened to me?
"Are you all right?" the man ask me.
"I think so. Is there anything I can get to eat?" I ask.
"I can ask if anyone can bring something in for you," he says kindly. I nod my thanks and remain sitting in silence. He gets up and leaves.
"He looks like a lost puppy," I comment softly. Rossi comes back inside.
"Did you guys see that?" Morgan asks.
"What?" I ask.
"His eyes flashed gold when he asked Rossi for food," Morgan says. We watch as he gets up from the table.
"How is that possible? We handcuffed him to the table," Rossi murmurs.
"Send Emily in with some food. Maybe we'll get something out of him after he has food in him," Hotchner says.
"But, sir!" Morgan starts.
"You know he will just shut down if we push him too hard. Emily, ask him about himself," Hotchner says.
"What do you mean?" she asks.
"He might have amnesia. He hit his head pretty bad when they found him. He tried to run and fell. Just make sure he is sound in the head," he tells her. She nods before going in search of food for him. I watch as he paces around the room, stopping several times to study the table. Tapping it and frowning. What an odd thing to do. Emily enters with the food.
I stand away from the door. A woman comes in with a tray of food. She smiles kindly at me. I give her a tentative smile back. "Hi my name is Emily," she says sweetly. She places the tray on the odd table and sits down. "Please have a seat," she says.
He sits opposite of Emily, and shyly smiles at her. I watch as she pushes the tray towards him. He frowns down at the food. "What is this?" he asks her.
"It's a ham sandwich, and these are potato chips," Emily tells him. She sounds really confused by his question. He frowns some more.
"How do you eat it?" he asks.
"With your hands," Emily tells him. She picks up half of the ham sandwich and shows him how to hold it. He tries and takes a bite. He closes his eyes, and appears to savor the food.
It tastes very odd, but it is food. I can't remember the last time I ate anything substantial. Once the war started I lived on saddle tack with Arthur and Gwen. Not much to pass around from the start.