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Genevieve fell asleep in her bed comfortably. Listening to her music. Her I pod on full charge with a battery she made so it pretty much couldn't die. The last song she remembered was Truly Madly Deeply, Cascada remix. This of course is not what she woke up to.

Genevieve's eyes fluttered open to the sight of a bright day in… a palace? She was in her own bed but in the middle of a court room in some ancient looking palace. Men and women were staring at her in old-timey clothes and she had no idea what was happening. She hopped out of bed to assume a pose she'd learned in karate and revealed what to these people was appalling attire. She sported a black pair of tight cloth daisy-duke gym shorts a teal tank-top. She remembered her dream from last night. A gorgeous blond and raven haired pair escorted her through… where was it?... Camelot! "Am I in Camelot?" she questioned no one in particular.

"Yes my child, what happened to your- um… clothes?" a British accent? Genevieve wondered.

Genevieve met the crystal eyes of a white haired man in blue and red robes. She turned her head to a rather royal looking male with scars on his face and a crown on his head staring at her. "This is what I sleep in," she said, trying to sound like she belonged in that time era "is there something wrong with the way I look?" she challenged the white haired man.

The Royal man intervened. "We respect our elders here young lady." He said.

"Where I come from, when a child is in shock, people would first do what they could to help her, not question her attire! And who do you think you are to call me young? I am 14 years old as of today! I am not too messed with today! Do you understand? Do NOT EVER MESS WITH A HORMONAL TEENAGE! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!? Who are you and why am I here?!" Genevieve burst out, fighting back her tears of fear.

"Gaius, take her to Morgana, she will have clothes for her. And my dear, I do not know how you came to Camelot but you are here now, and I shall take you in my ward." said the regal man.

At the name Morgana Genevieve padded against the cold floor. She grabbed the Royal mans wrist. "You- you are King Arthur?" she asked.

"I am King Uther, Arthur is my son, why do you ask?"

Genevieve was struck with an idea. If she was in Camelot at the time Of Arthur then he could help her. He was famous. He could do it! "I demand to be taken to Merlin!" Genevieve boomed.

"Who are you to demand from a king?" asked Uther.

"And why do you want Merlin?" asked Gaius.

"Who wants me Gaius?" asked Merlin as he and Arthur clanked into the Court room. Both the 16-year-olds starred at the girl. Her red hair flowing down her back, her gray-purple eyes shining, her lack of clothes. "Ah…" trailed Merlin

"Your Merlin?" asked Genevieve, squealing.

"I am."

Before anyone realized what was happening, Genevieve sprinted across the room and wrapped her arms around Merlin's waist, her cheek on his high chest. Arthur felt a pang of jealousy that Merlin was being hugged by the girl and not him. "It is an honor to meet you." She said, pulling away. "I am truly yours and King Arthur's greatest fan. You are so much more amazing in person than I ever dreamed; it is a miracle above all others truly!" Genevieve gasped out once she let go of Merlin.

"Who are you, child?" asked Arthur. Big mistake.

"I am Genevieve Chance and DO NOT CALL ME A CHILD!" Genevieve huffed.

Arthur put a hand on her bare shoulder, trying not to blush at the fact that he was touching a girl's BARE shoulder in public. He failed and Genevieve smiled at the affect she was having on the Great King of Camelot. "I'm sorry to have offended you, My Lady." He said kindly. "May we take you to get some proper clothes?"

"Where I'm from, this is proper but please do, I want to hear all about you, Sire." She paused a moment, thinking of something truly evil to do. "Besides, being in the guard of two handsome boys, I don't see any end to that fun!"

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