Disclaimer : Ah shucks, would you look at that. I don't own Charmed, not even a fraction of it! Well dang -SNAPS FINGERS- I was hoping I would at least own Chris and Wyatt by now. I mean, it's a new year! Cut me some slack! But I don't own it, I will people! Mark my words, someday I will own Charmed. At least I hope. Although, the plot to this series, however, including its characters and story line is mine. Steal it, and I will kill you. If you run, I will hunt you down - bringing my hell hounds and assassins with me. You have been warned. Now, enjoy your reading! Also, a review at the end would be nice.

Author's note : So, I'm going to warn you right away that the first scene if the Charmed Ones and their husbands. Several people have complained, saying that it's a next generation story (no duh) and that they shouldn't be in here all that much. But they are the reason I can write this story, without them there would be no next generation. So, I like to give them their due every now and again. If you don't like it, skip the first scene. It's not overly important or important at all I think, but I wanted to add it. So, sorry if you don't like it.

1x09 : Quest For Camelot.

Summary : When a woman is thrown through time, what happens when she is convinced that Wyatt is her one true love? And will Emily finally be forced to confront her feelings for Wyatt when she's faced with losing him forever?

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Chapter Two : The Story of You and I

Piper sighed as she once again looked over to the clock. There was still another fifteen minutes until she had said she would clock out and while she could leave whenever she wanted as long as she left someone in charge, she wouldn't leave. Because Piper knew deep down that wasn't the reason she was watching the clock. It had been a good forty minutes since she had seen Emily and Piper honestly didn't know where the blond psychic had gone. Sure, she had seen her sons leave a while ago with Caleb, Hazel and Prue but the eldest Charmed One hadn't seen Emily leave with them and no one mentioned it to her.

While it was possible that Emily had somehow managed to sneak out at some point, that thought only worried Piper more. She loved Emily like a daughter and while she had never said anything to anyone but Leo, she had always secretly hoped that Emily would someday be her daughter. Not by blood obviously, but she had always hoped that Emily and her eldest son would end up together. That topic alone was enough to have Piper moaning and groaning for days on end. How she had raised Wyatt to be so blind to the singles of women she would never know.

"Hey Piper!" Phoebe called as she walked over to the bar where her sister was absentmindedly wiping down a counter, only blinking when her younger sister plopped down in front of her. "Whatcha doing?"

Piper looked up when she heard her sister talking to her, only to blink when she saw Phoebe sitting in front of her with a wide grin on her face. "Oh, hey Pheebs," Piper greeted as she looked around and noted that Phoebe's husband Coop, Paige and her husband Henry, and her own husband, Leo were trailing behind Phoebe. Oh, this didn't look good. Noting that they were all now sitting at the counter, smiling at her, she frowned as she looked at all of them.

"What's with the look?" Paige asked innocently, her smile widening when Piper continued to narrow her brown eyes as they bounced from face to face.

"Oh you know what is with the look," Piper said carefully as she silently debated as to why her family were all there. She loved them, she really did but she was going to see them in fifteen minutes anyway so Piper was not all to fond of them all being there at the same time. Her family had a habit of stuffing as many family members as possible down her throat when they wanted something; just as Paige had done when she wanted Chris to have a wiccaning; a habit that, sadly, didn't die with age. "What…what are you all doing here?"

"Well," Paige said slowly as she continued to smile innocently at her older sister. "We were all over at the Manor talking and desperately missing our dear, beloved Piper Halliwell and we decided that fifteen minutes was way to long to wait to see her." Paige said simply but seeing Piper's look, she rolled her eyes and sighed. "Okay, fine Phoebe was about to drive us all insane so we decided to come and see what the non-bitchy sister was doing."

"I'm not bitchy," Phoebe protested as she saw Paige walk around the bar to grab a mineral water as she rolled her eyes at Phoebe's comment. Looking to Piper, Phoebe shook her head when she saw Piper's look. "I swear to you, I'm not being bitchy! The empathy is just driving me a little insane today."

"But Phoebe, you've had control over that for years," Piper said simply as concern seeped into her voice as she frowned. Shortly after the Ultimate Battle the Tribunal had decided it was time to give Phoebe back her active powers and while it had taken Phoebe a while to get used to them again, she hadn't had any problems with them for years.

"Doesn't mean the emotions I'm feeling can't get to me from time to time," Phoebe defended as she sent Paige a look. "And just because I'm a little emotional it does not mean that I am bitchy right now."

Looking up over to counter Paige smiled sweetly, "of course not, you're bitchy twenty-four-seven."

"Paige!"

"Can it," Piper warned as she narrowed her eyes, only to roll her eyes when Paige took a bottle of mineral water and went to sit in her previous seat beside Henry. "And Paige, I hope you plan on paying for that," Piper teased, deciding to ignore how her baby sister stuck her tongue out at her. It never ceased to amaze her that Paige was still as fiery and immature as she always had been. Then when Piper thought about it, she realised it was just who Paige was; nothing was going to change her. Looking to the group though, Piper felt herself frowning once more when she noticed two people were missing from their group, "where are Billie and Tyler?"

"They're at home," Leo said simply as his wife handed him a beer only to move on to hand one to each Coop and Henry. Seeing Piper's look, he smiled at her knowingly. "They couldn't get a babysitter so they had to stay in - don't you miss those days?"

"Let's not go there."

"You don't miss the babysitter days?"

"Please," Paige snorted as she rolled her eyes. "It wasn't about not being able to get a babysitter," Paige said as she snickered, smiling openly. "They're at home right now baby making."

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Missy Paige," Piper warned as she smacked Paige on the arm.

"I swear I only come here to get picked on!"

Hearing those words, Piper froze as she went to hit Paige once more. Those words were enough to have her mind reeling and remembering a time over twenty-three years ago when those very words had been said in different context, but it was the same words. Shaking her head as she got a sense of déja vu of when she had been dating Greg, Piper had to shake her head as thoughts of that Chris appeared in her head. It had been after Chris broken up Leo and her.

Piper shook her head once more and forced those thoughts away. Ever since she had learned that her youngest son possessed the memories of the other time it seemed that everything said reminded her of that Chris. Something she was not all too fond of. Even after all of this time it hurt to think of him.

More than that, her youngest son didn't want his aunts to know that he had those memories. Meaning Piper only had her father and Leo to talk to about this, other than Chris that was. Nevertheless, something told her that those memories were just as hard on him - if not more so - than they were on her. Therefore, until he was ready, she would keep quiet. Besides, she could only deal with one son at a time and right now Wyatt needed a swift clunk to the head.

"Okay," Phoebe drawled slowly as she shivered from where she was sitting on a stool. Narrowing her eyes as she got a reading off her older sister, Phoebe narrowed her eyes at Piper as she smacked her arm. "I got a reading, so what's wrong?"

Looking at Phoebe, Piper clicked her tongue as her eyes bounced from one person to the next. She knew she could talk to all of them, but she didn't know who the best one to ask for advice was. It was concerning love so…Piper smiled as she turned her body slightly to look Coop in the eyes. "I got a question for you."

Coop frowned momentarily as he met Piper's eyes, but regardless of the thoughts going through his mind, he laid his beer on the counter and nodded. "Okay," he said as he leaned back and stretched slightly, "shoot."

"I know these two people," Piper began as she took a deep breath and took the plunge. "And they love each other," she said simply, almost laughing when Coop sat up straighter - finally realising why the question had been aimed his way. "And they-"

"Do we know these people?" Paige interrupted as a frown marred her features as she looked to Piper with confusion written all over her face.

"Yes," Piper said simply. "Now-"

"Do we like these people?" Paige asked as she interrupted once again, feeling more confused than she had a second ago. Feeling her frown deepen, she leaned back when Piper narrowed her eyes at her. "What? I was simply asking if we liked these people."

"You better," Piper muttered crossly, but seeing how Paige and Henry were frowning at her, Piper sighed. "Yes you know them and yes we all like them - no," she said quickly as she shook her head. "We love them actually but not matter how often I bring it up and try to push them in the right direction, they wont admit that they love each other!"

"Oh," Phoebe said as she nodded, understanding filling her voice as she closed her eyes. Just thinking about them made her want to hit them on the head with something hard, hoping it would knock some sense into them. For the empath knew she would only be able to last a little bit longer before she burst and spilled her guts. For years she had harboured the secret that they liked each other - and the fact that they were still blind to such a fact broke her heart. "Them."

Henry looked around to his family, his eyes resting on his wife who simply shrugged at his inquiring look. Raising his eyebrows, Henry looked between Piper and Phoebe once he realised that neither he, nor Paige knew whom they were talking about. "Them who?"

"Yeah," Paige said as she nodded along with her husband. "Who are we talking about?" She asked simply only to frown when they all turned to stare at her and Henry with wide eyes and opened mouths. "What?" Paige asked incredulously, noting that their eyes appeared to go even wider when she didn't catch on - if that was possible.

"You mean…" Leo began as he raised an eyebrow. "You mean you haven't noticed?" He asked in amazement, but seeing how Paige and Henry continued to shake their heads, the once Elder couldn't help but sigh. "We're talking about your nephew," he said simply; hoping that would be enough to get the message across to them. After all, they only had two nephews and Chris had never had a problem when it came to his love life, so they should realise they were talking about Wyatt.

"Chris?" Henry asked.

Or not. "No," Piper said quietly, "I am proud to say that that son isn't afraid, or blind to see that women like him." Piper began to rant, shaking her head as she talked. "Wyatt on the other hand is hopeless when it comes to love." Seeing how Paige and Henry's mouths dropped, Piper rolled her eyes. "Yes, Wyatt loves someone and that someone loves Wyatt but neither will fess up about it!"

"Who?!" Paige demanded as her eyes bounced from face to face. Honestly, she was shocked that she hadn't noticed it but who was it that had stolen her eldest nephew's heart? Any why had she been left out of the look again? Was she thatblind to what was going on around her?

"Emily," Coop said simply as he shook his head and took a sip of his beer as a heartbroken expression appeared on his face. "I can't even be in the same room with the both of them anymore," he said simply. "I can tell they love each other, but neither is willing to take the risk."

"You think that is bad?" Phoebe asked in disbelief, only to groan when she thought it all over. "You try feeling the love they feel each other and then we can talk," she sighed, "and when they have dates is even worst. Feeling the jealousy and lust, it's terrible."

"End that sentence right there," Piper warned, "I have no interest in hearing about Wyatt's lust," she said simply, rolling her eyes as everyone choked back their laughter.

"But isn't it so romantic?" Phoebe asked as she leaned forward and rested in chin in her hand; a dreamy expression on her face. "As toddlers they did nothing but tease and pick on each other, only to grow up to be best friends for twenty years while secretly living in denial about their actual feelings for each other." Phoebe sighed as a goofy grin appeared on her face, "only to fall madly in love with each other, but be afraid to take the final step."

"It's my son's life, not a soap opera."

"Wyatt and Emily," Paige said slowly to see how it sounded. Wyatt and Emily. Wy-att and Emi-ly. The half-witch had to admit, it had a nice ring to it. Emily's name seemed to perfectly suit Wyatt's name it sounded nice, now there was only one question - how could she not have seen it? Realising that Piper had never gotten around to asking her question, Paige looked at her older sister as the curiosity burned deep into her veins. "So, what was your question for Coop?"

"Is there any way for us to get them to confess their feelings to each other?" Piper asked desperately.

Coop sighed as he stared at the label on his beer, contemplating all ways they could use to get Emily and Wyatt to confess their feelings. Moreover, to be honest, the chances of them working were high, but something told him that it would be better to let them sort it out themselves. He had talked to his eldest daughter and knew of her ploys to get them to confess their feelings; none had worked and more than anything, it had caused more trouble and harm that anything else.

"I would leave them alone for a while longer," Coop said eventually after taking several moments to think it over. "But if we see no indication that they are dealing with it, we step in. But until then," he said, turning to smile at his wife who had a pout on her face. "We stay out of it."

"But-" Phoebe began as she pouted. She liked the idea of taking action, not the idea of staying out of it. She couldn't stay out of it, ever since she had found Coop; she had dedicated her time to helping people find love. Sure, she still had her column, but she wrote books on love. So how could she step aside without helping Wyatt and Emily; they weren't strangers, they were family.

"No Phoebe," Leo said, "we're all staying out of this."

Watching as Phoebe leaned forward once more and sighed, Paige chuckled but only to have a frown appear on her features. "Okay, I get the whole thing where they love each other," she said slowly as she gained the attention of her family. "But isn't it a little cliché when you think about it?"

That comment alone made her family shake their heads; even Henry chuckled at his wife's comment. There were some things that would never change, one of them being Emily and Wyatt's need to have the other in their lives and another being Paige. Oh yes, Paige was definitely one of them. Ever the comedian she was, she was still slow, but that was why they loved her.

(The Attic; Ten Minutes Before They Called Wyatt)

Chris frowned as he watched his cousin Prue sat on his and Wyatt's couch, allowing the silent tears to stream down her face as he and Caleb searched through their version of the book. Watching Prue made Chris that much more determined to get Emily and Wyatt to see the light. In simple terms, they had had enough! Either there was a spell or potion in the book that told them how to get Wyatt and Emily to confess their feelings to each other, or, they locked them both in an anti-orb room and refused to let them out until they talked things over.

So far, locking them up was winning. While there were spells in the Book of Shadows that may aid them, it was than likely that it would be deemed as personal gain and they really didn't have time to deal with those consequences. Like it had been stated, locking them up was winning and it was winning by a landslide.

Hazel sighed dramatically to announce her presence as she walked into the room, causing Caleb to chuckle at how tired Hazel was over this. She had only been around for several weeks; she hadn't been dealing with Emily and Wyatt nearly as long as they had been. As she walked over to Prue, Hazel handed the poor girl a large jar of Nutella and a Caramilk bar. "Is that everything?" She asked, seeing Prue nod, she looked over at Caleb and Chris, "anything?" She asked as Prue opened up the Nutella and ate a large scoop.

Chris sighed and shook his head as he leaned forward. "Nope," he said sadly, "from the looks of things we're going to have to lock them in a room," seeing Henry Jr orb in, he continued. "Everything else we know better to try," seeing Hazel raise an eyebrow he elaborated, "the aunts or my mom have tried them, and they all back fired."

"Why are we talking about things backfiring?" Henry Jr asked as he looked from each of their faces. "And who are we locking in a room?" He asked suspiciously, then he noticed that two of there group was missing, something that made him want to groan. If Emily and Wyatt weren't here, there was a reason. "And why are Wyatt and Emily not involved in this conversation?"

Henry Jr was confused now beyond all belief. Instead of going to P3 to celebrate New Years with his family and friends, he had gone out with Amanda. And while he had already received enough grief over that, he had been gone no more than a few hours. Something couldn't have happened in that little of time, could it? The answer almost made Henry want to groan though - the answer was yes. Because of all of that, it appeared he was left out of the loop on something and that worried him. When Amanda had asked him to go out on New Years, he had accepted without a moment's hesitation.

Something told him he should have thought this through more.

After all, he was usually the voice of reason.

"Well they aren't not involved," Caleb said slowly as he rolled his eyes at Henry Jr's magnitude of questions. Seeing Henry Jr frown though, the half-manticore smiled sheepishly knowing that Henry would catch on quickly. "They're kind of the topic of discussion," he said vaguely. Seeing Henry's eyes go wide, he knew he understood.

"You're going to lock them up!?" Henry Jr asked, his face going pale. He understood their reasoning, hell he had even considered it before, but it wasn't their place. He shook his head slightly, "Prue," he said as he looked to the half-Cupid. "Do you not remember how much trouble we got into the last time we got involved? Wyatt and Emily were furious, and the rest of you," he roared as he crossed his arms. Shaking his head in disappointment, he narrowed his eyes. "Tell me where do you people get off playing cupid?!" Hearing Prue clear her throat, he winced as he looked at her, "you're forgiven for playing cupid."

Prue nodded, and sniffed. "Thanks, a little recognition and the half-cupid is happy," she muttered to herself, reaching for some of her chocolate bar. She shook her head, "I don't care how mad they were. You also have to remember that our plan worked last time, so there is no reason this one wouldn't work. Plus, it's bad enough they have loved each other since diapers, if not the womb," she added. "But the fact that they refuse to see what's in front of them is making me suffer too! So we're doing this for the group as a whole."

Henry Jr frowned, "wait - how does them not being together cause you to suffer?" He asked stupidly, but he learned all too quickly that it was the wrong thing to say when Prue glared at him.

Prue sniffed as she took her spoon and took a large scoop of Nutella in a spoon and swallowed, sighing in relief she looked up at him, considerably calmer. "Not only am I part cupid, meaning it breaks my heart to see people who clearly love each other not to be together, but I am also an empath!" She shook her head in disgust, "stupid, annoying, worthless, damn empathy!"

"She's been like this ever since we got back to the apartment," Hazel said simply when she saw Henry Jr's face. Not that the half-mortal should have been surprised, Prue had been PMS-ing for weeks now. It was to the point that Hazel was thankful she had met Prue weeks before, otherwise the half-elf was pretty sure she would have thought Prue was a bipolar bitch. Shuddering at the thought of Prue's recent behaviour, Hazel arched an eyebrow at Caleb. "So, are we locking them up?"

"How about we cast a spell to have Wyatt's true love come to him?" Caleb asked, not entirely liking the idea of locking his best friends up and thinking it sounded like a decent plan. Still, Caleb was no fool. They only had a few options left otherwise their sanity would be at risk - as Prue had said, for the group as a whole.

"Thaa won wook," Prue mumbled as she spoke with a full mouth. Sighing, she shook her head as she thought it over, stuffing more chocolate down in throat. Seeing her boyfriend's look, Prue swallowed and sighed. "We don't even want to attempt that," she advised. "God only knows how that would backfire."

Chris nodded, but before he could formulate a response, a bright blue portal appeared in the middle of the room, and a petite blonde wearing a cream coloured gown, which was covered by a violet cape, stepped through. She sighed as she landed firmly on her feet, and looking around, her eyes rested on him - something that made Chris frown.

"Perceval?" The woman asked in shock as she frowned at Chris, confusion evident on her face. "I do not…I do not understand, fair knight. What are you doing here, didn't I leave you back in the castle with Merlin?" Her frown deepened as she looked around the room, "and how did you get here?"

"Perceval," Prue muttered to herself as her eyes squinted together in thought. She couldn't help it, but for some reason she felt like she should know that name, that it was important. More than that, why did this ancient version of a blond bimbo believe that Chris was Perceval? Not liking how the woman moved closer to her family and friends, Prue closed her mouth, got up off the couch, and walked to stand in front of Caleb - glaring at the newcomer. Something wasn't right about her, Prue knew that much.

"Sir Gawin," the woman said in acknowledgement as she noticed the other people in the room, bowing her head slightly at Henry Jr. Once the woman was at her full height again, her eyes rested on Caleb and she nodded once again. "And Sir Geraint, what a pleasure to see you both - now you shall aid me in my quest." It was then that the woman crinkled her nose as she looked between the three men in disgust and a frown on her mouth. "And…in the name of Merlin's beard are you wearing?"

"Okay, enough of this," Hazel declared as she rolled her eyes at the stranger who, for some reason, thought they were dressed weird. Was the woman blind, or did she simply not see what she was wearing herself? Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Hazel frowned at the woman. "It seems you have an unfair advantage," she said simply, a frown on her face. She didn't like it when someone knew who they were and she didn't know whom she was talking too, even if said person was getting their names wrong. "Who are you?"

"How dare thee speak to me in such a manner," the woman said in irritation. "The better question is why you are wearing Pants? Do you not know it is improper for a woman to be wearing such things? All of you!" The woman raged, shaking her head as she was unable to understand what was with their strange and outrageous attire? "And how can you not know who I am?"

"Um, I just don't?" Hazel said simply as she shrugged.

"I'll have you know," the stranger said as her irritation grew. "That I am of great importance, I am Lady Guinevere," she stated as if it were obvious. Seeing that they didn't understand the meaning of her name, she prevented herself from calling for the guards and sighed. "And I mean thee no harm; I am simply here for my love. I have come in search of my King, the holder of my heart. And this…place is where I felt his heart's pull," she sighed in annoyance. "Now tell me, where is my Arthur? Where is my love?"

"Oooooh," Prue said slowly as the woman's identity became clear to her. At least she now knew why she had felt as if she should know all of this. In reality, she should have because Wyatt was the next King Arthur. Sighing, she silently wondered why it was that someone always intervened when she was trying to come up with a plan to get Emily and Wyatt together. It was as if the universe was working against her. Now they had a bigger problem, this woman posed a threat to both Emily and Wyatt. "This could really complicate things."

"You think," Caleb muttered sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.

Rolling his eyes at the two, Chris met Henry Jr's eyes and noted that his cousin seemed to be thinking the same thing. This was not good and Emily was not going to take well to this, that much was obvious. Sighing, Chris rubbed his face with his hands, as if to wipe away the exhaustion he could feel coming on already. More than that, Chris couldn't believe that he hadn't placed who Lady Guinevere was the moment he had met her. Growing up, he had read all about King Arthur because he knew Wyatt was the next King Arthur. It was with that though that made Chris narrow his eyes.

"Wyatt!" He yelled as he shook his head as he thought everything over. Lady Guinevere of King Arthur and his brother was the next King Arthur, meaning that this was Wyatt's mess. Sure, it hadn't been the blond Twice Blessed witch that had wished for Lady Guinevere to come strutting out of a portal, but Chris really didn't care at the moment. He simply wanted to find his brother. "WYATT GET HERE NOW."

"Perceval," Guinevere began as she stared at Chris strangely, her mouth turning downwards into a frown. "Whatever are you doing and who is this…this Wyatt?" She asked confusion on her face. Honestly, what was he doing? They were here to get her Arthur and nothing more, so this Wyatt was irrelevant. Unless… "And what does he have to do with my Arthur?" She demanded as her patience began to wear thin as she looked around, not seeing anyone other than the people that had already been here. "No one else is present."

Chris narrowed his eyes at her words. His brother could hear him, Chris knew that but for whatever reason, Wyatt wasn't answering. Something that almost made Chris wonder what his brother was doing, but at the moment, he really didn't care. Wyatt was the next King Arthur and all of that nonsense so he could deal with this on his own. Or the least the Twice Blessed witch could do was be here. "Wyatt!" Chris growled telepathically, in a tone Wyatt knew all to well not to ignore. "Get your Twice Blessed ass over to the apartment right now."

"He's not coming," Prue sang happily, causing Chris to send her a withering glare as the half-Cupid smirked at him. "What?" Prue questioned incuriously as she could feel Chris' anger building when Wyatt still didn't respond. "You sound pissed and I know you're pissed; I can feel it!"

Chris frowned at Prue. "And the point of that comment was…?"

"If I was Wyatt I wouldn't answer either," Prue said simply. "Not if you're pissed. You're kind of scary when you're angry."

"Says the girl who has been the spokesperson for PMS lately," Chris muttered as he shook his head, a soft half-smile on his lips. He had tried to keep the smile away, but Prue was actually being nice and it was hard to keep the smile away. Sighing, Chris looked up at the ceiling. "Wyatt Matthew Halliwell!"

"Ooooooh," Henry cackled, "and the full name comes into play."

"Shut up," Chris muttered darkly as he narrowed his eyes. "Wyatt Matthew Halliwell," he sent telepathically, "for not answering my calls you better be dead, you hear me? Get your ass home right now or I'll sick Prue on you."

"Um…Chris…" Hazel began.

"WYATT!"

"Whoever this Wyatt it, I don't think he can hear you." Lady Guinevere commented as she looked around the attic, only to frown as she walked towards where the Book of Shadows rested on its podium. "It's a book of spells," she exclaimed as her eyes went wide, frowning when Prue took a small step towards her when she got towards the Book. "But it is so unlike the one the great Merlin has…" that was when Lady Guinevere's eyes went wide and she turned to Caleb. "Sir Geraint," she said in shock, "what are you doing… frolicking with this….this….this monstrous creature and how does your dearest wife Enide deem such an action? Does she know of you taking the company of a…of a witch?"

"Whoa!" Prue shouted as she narrowed her eyes; not only at the fact that Lady Guinevere was insulting her but also at the fact that Caleb had a wife in a past life. Not that she had expected him to live alone and die alone in his past lives, but still. She was his girlfriend, whether people knew it or not, and she did not need to know about his past romances. "Watch it lady, you're in my house and…" Prue trailed off, "okay it's not my house…actually it's not even a house, it's an apartment but that is so besides the point. Chris and Wyatt live here but I am…you know what? I will not take this from you…you royal pain in the ass! You watch your mouth or I'll turn you into…a toad!"

"And you got mad at your sister for turning someone into a toad?" Caleb whispered to his secret girlfriend, "a bit hypocritical, don't you think?"

"Do you want to be in the same boat as her?" Prue seethed as she looked to Caleb, only to nod in approval when he shook his head. "Now, Lady Guinevere," Prue said as she looked at the blond, only to be cut off.

"How dare you speak to me you…you wench!"

Prue stared at Lady Guinevere in shock and looked to Hazel, "is she serious?"

Opening her mouth, Hazel went to respond, only to have no words come out as she looked at Lady Guinevere in shock. Therefore, not only was Lady Guinevere here to retrieve Wyatt; convinced he was the love of her life, not her own Arthur who was God-only-knew-where, but she was hell-bent on prosecuting witches at every turn. Looking around the room at all of the witches that were there, Hazel had to suppress a groan. Oh, she could tell that this was going to go swimmingly.

"Perceval," Lady Guinevere began as the frustration once again built up in her voice. Looking into Chris' eyes, she sighed. "Please we do not have time for this. We must find Arthur!"

"Because he's your true love?" Caleb sneered, still not too pleased that Lady Guinevere had insulted his girlfriend.

"Not only because of that Sir Geraint but because without Arthur, Camelot will be lost forever!" Lady Guinevere frowned as she saw how they all coughed at that one - surely Camelot was still standing in this time as well? Shrugging it off, she looked imploringly into Caleb's eyes. "The world will be plunged into darkness and-"

"The future will be changed forever as we know it," Chris finished, a frown on his face. Why was it always him saving the future? Not that he meant to sound conceited or anything, but why was it always a matter of the world going into darkness?

"I knew thee would understand," Lady Guinevere cried in relief as she went to walk towards Chris, insistent on giving the fair knight a hug. But Lady Guinevere had no choice but to stop in her tracks as Hazel stepped in front of her with her arms crossed as a growl built up in the half-Elf's throat.

A woman standing up for a man, how odd.

"So forever living in darkness yadda yadda," Prue muttered as she looked at Chris, a frown on her face when she saw the concentration on his face. Apparently, Wyatt still wasn't responding to Chris' telepathic messages. So, narrowing her eyes the half-Cupid looked up at the ceiling with a determined look on her face. "WYATT MATTHEW HALLIWELL!" She shrieked as her voice vibrated on the walls, causing the other occupants of the room to wince at her tone. Something that would have made Prue smirk on any other day but not today. Oh no, Wyatt may be ignoring Chris but she was going to get through to him. "I know you can hear me, and if you don't want your mother to find out what really happened to her SUV when you were fifteen you will orb your Twice Blessed ass here right now!"

"For the last time, what does this Wyatt have to do with my Arthur?" Lady Guinevere demanded as she tapped her foot, her hands resting on her hips as her gaze shifted from one person to another.

"Emily is going to love her," Prue muttered as she rolled her eyes, despite the fear that her comment embedded in her. While Emily wasn't all too fond of sharing with the world that she loved Wyatt, the psychic did love Twice Blessed witch and Prue wasn't sure how Emily would handle Lady Preppy from Camelot claiming Wyatt was the love of her life. "Wyatt," Prue once again yelled, "never mind saying goodbye to whatever bimbo you're with and get here now! You know I'll tell your mother about her SUV."

After Prue's latest threat bounced off the walls, a silence engulfed the room only to be interrupted by Caleb as he snorted loudly when Wyatt instantly orbed into the middle of the apartment. And frankly, Wyatt didn't blame him one bit. He knew Piper's all to well and he could vividly remember what had happened to Piper's SUV when Wyatt was fifteen. Wyatt, Caleb as well as the rest of the football team and the cheerleaders had went to a pasty where there had been drinking. It was safe to say that the next morning Wyatt had a killed hangover and the SUV had a big dent in the front, a result of being driven into a pole.

Piper had been pissed.

As Caleb had said, he didn't blame Wyatt for responding to that threat.

"God Prue, who pissed in your cheerios this morning?" Wyatt asked as the blue and white orbs materialized into him. Frowning at his cousin, Wyatt was displeased to note that the scowl that had been on her face for the past week and a half was still there. "Because if they didn't, I don't know what the hell is making you so damn grumpy." Seeing how the only response he got was everyone else adding their glares, Wyatt's frown deepened. "What?" He asked innocently but the glares being thrown his way only increased as their irritation grew.

Hearing the familiar voice, Lady Guinevere turned around and her previous frustration was wiped off her face as it lit up into a huge grin. Sure, his hair was nowhere near as long as her Arthur's had been but the blond curls could easily be seen. And the face was the one of her true love, she would know it anywhere. "Arthur!"

"What?" Wyatt asked stupidly, frowning when a strange woman threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around her neck. Actually, the way she was clinging to him was reminding him a lot of a Velcro monkey. "Who are you?"

"It is nice to see your humour is still in tact, my love," Lady Guinevere said simply as she rested her head against Wyatt's chest, never letting him go as her hands went down to wrap around his waist. "Like I have told these incompetent wenches," she said as she heard Hazel and Prue scoff at her while Wyatt's face adopted a frown. "I have searched both near and far for you my love and now I found you."

"Found me?"

"Yes," Lady Guinevere said lightly as she pulled away, glad that someone was finally taking her seriously taking her seriously. She should have known that her Arthur would never let her down, but that was not what was important now. "But my Lord, we need to return home; we must return to Camelot, Arthur. Otherwise I am afraid that the kingdom will forever be-"

"Plunged into darkness, apparently," Prue interrupted.

Seeing the glare that the woman threw his cousin, Wyatt had to hold in a groan. He knew full well that Prue had let her mouth get the best of her, but considering she had just been called an incompetent wench Wyatt was pretty sure scolding Prue for it wouldn't get him very far. He didn't have a leg to stand on.

"So, darkness, really?" He asked as he looked to his baby brother who sighed and nodded. "Why is it always darkness?" Wyatt mused aloud, "why can't the world be plunged into…idiocy?"

"That's already happened," Caleb said simply. "It was the moment your parents brought you into the world," Caleb teased lightly as he shook his head. "Letting a menace like you into the world, I'll never know what they were thinking."

"Ha-ha, funny," Wyatt muttered sarcastically as his eyes once again met Chris'. "So, Camelot and Arthur?"

"Yeah," Chris agreed, laughing when his brother groaned. "And that leech on your arm is none other than Lady Guinevere."

"Great," Wyatt said simply as he looked down at the blond who was holding onto him for dear life. He was the next King Arthur so he understood that part of the problem, but why did this problem have to come with the inconvenience of having to deal with King Arthur's true love or Queen or whatever the hell she had been?

"There is no time for this," Lady Guinevere once again said as she fixed her cape. "We must return to-"

"Camelot," Wyatt muttered as he rolled his eyes. Seeing his family and friends stifle their laughs at his sour expression, Wyatt groaned when he looked at the blond woman. There was a feeling in the pit of his stomach that said that this was going to be a long day. Sighing, Wyatt frowned as he looked over at Caleb. "This is so not how I wanted to start off the New Year."

Caleb smiled sympathetically as Lady Guinevere once again began rambling, "sucks to be you."

"Yep."

Camelot.

"Where is she!?" Medraut demanded, as he pulled Merlin up by his robe and pushed him into a wall. "What have you done with Lady Guinevere, I will not ask you again, you old fool!" He shouted as Merlin starred at him with his twinkling blue eyes.

"She is gone in search of the king," Merlin stated in his deep, age worn voice, starring intently at Medraut. "But that was what you were afraid of, was it not?" He asked, reading the fear in the knight's eyes.

"Where was she sent?" Medraut repeated, "I know she will not find her Arthur, so where was she sent, and who else knows?" Seeing the Merlin wasn't answering, Medraut laughed humourlessly, "Perceval?" He question, "him of all knights helped plan the return of Arthur? " He snorted, "You're getting to old, Merlin. He wouldn't have the strength of mind to complete such a task."

Merlin smiled softly, "you underestimate him," he commented. "He considers the king as a brother to him, and you would be astounded at what people do for the ones that they care for." He smiled, "you estimate him the same way you underestimate me."

"What are you talking about, old man?" Medraut demanded as he saw Merlin mutter something under his breath, but before he could stop him, Merlin slipped through his fingers - disappearing in a puff of blue smoke, leaving Medraut's hands empty.

He would find Lady Guinevere for he would not rest until Camelot either crowned him king or lay in ruins. He was up for either outcome, as long as Arthur did not take back his throne.

Author's Note : So, there we go - many of you wanted to know what had happened for Prue to call out to Wyatt, so there you go. I'm sorry it took so long to update by the way, but my parents kind of cornered me and were all like "we're going camping for a week, go pack!" So I had no choice in the matter, but I updated today and I only got back yesterday so send the love! And try not to hate Lady Guinevere too much. She wont cause too much trouble for Wyatt and Emily…at least I don't think she will. Please review.