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Chapter Two: Who Are You?
"I think we have the wrong room …," I said.
"No doubt," Sherlock said, in his 'matter of fact' way.
There were two men staring at us. One was blonde with blue eyes. The other was raven haired and gawky.
"Oh, who are you," I asked.
"Sorcerer," the blonde one yelled.
"Arthur," the raven haired man warned. "Remember what I said about time being like energy?"
"Yes, but you also said that the … the things haven't done anything!"
Sherlock laughed. He actually laughed! That blonde man looked like he could murder us and he was laughing!
"What's so funny," the man named Arthur asked.
"Everyone knows magic's not real," he said. "Suggesting we're sorcerers is ludicrous!"
"Now, Sherlock," I said, warningly. "Don't be rude."
"Oh, come on, John. You know I'm right."
"That doesn't make it any less rude."
"Magic is real," the gawky one said. "And it's illegal here in Camelot. I don't know what time or kingdom you're from, but you might want to explain to Arthur here that you didn't use magic to get here."
"We're only here," I said. "Because Sherlock here decided to touch the picture thing on my bedroom wall and I tried to grab his arm to stop him."
"So… you're here by accident," the raven haired man said.
"They're Sorcerer's, Merlin," Arthur yelled. "They're lying!"
"Don't be so rude, Arthur!"
"Do you know if they're not lying?"
"Do you know that they are?"
"Well … no."
"Then give them the benefit of the doubt."
Arthur looked like was about to protest, but he decided against it.
I couldn't believe it. How could Merlin defend them! Granted, he's usually right, but we don't even know these people. Why else would they walk through the window if they weren't sorcerers?
"Well, hi," the blonde said. "I'm John Watson and this is Sherlock Holmes."
"As you probably guessed, I'm Arthur and the idiot beside me is Merlin."
"Oi," Merlin shouted.
The man named Sherlock snorted.
"It wasn't hard to figure out," he said in a bored tone. "You too shouted each other's names quite a few times."
Merlin giggled beside me and I elbowed him in the side.
"Oww," he whined.
"Merlin."
"Shut up?"
"Exactly."
This time it was Johns turn to giggle. Sherlock just rolled his eyes.
"Do you know how we could possibly get back," John asked, curious.
"You could just go back through the window," Merlin suggested.
"Window?"
"I think he means the portal that brought us here, John," Sherlock said sharply. "And, if anybody hasn't noticed, the portal vanished."
"What," I screamed, panicked. "How could it just disappear? How can we get home? Sherlock, what do we do?"
"Don't worry, John," Merlin said grabbing my shoulders. "Calm down. We can still get you home. The 'portals'—as your friend calls them—appear and disappear all the time."
"They do?"
He nodded at my hopeful look.
"Gaius, our Court Physician, actually put me in charge of monitoring them—which is why I was late, Sire."
"Always making excuses," Arthur muttered.
Merlin just gave him a lopsided grin.
"Do you do this all the time," Sherlock asked, annoyed.
"Do what," Merlin asked.
"Flirt."
"We do not flirt," Arthur yelled.
"Oh?"
Merlin turned an odd shade of red, and ducked under Sherlock's gaze.
"Sherlock," I warned. "Play nice."
"I am 'playing nice'," he said, pouting. "I was just asking a harmless question."
"How do you like it when people ask if we're a couple?"
"It's not ideal."
"Then would it be 'ideal' for them?"
Sherlock sighed, and I knew I won.
"No," he breathed. "I suppose not."
"So," Arthur said. "If, you're not sorcerers—"
Merlin groaned.
"Arthur," he said. "I thought we were over that."
"Let me finish," Arthur snapped. "If you're not sorcerers, then where are you from?"
"London," I answered.
"And what kingdom is this London?"
"London isn't a kingdom," Sherlock said. "It's a city. Britain is the kingdom… Although, Parliament makes most of the decisions nowadays."
"What's Parliament," Merlin asked.
"It's a part of the government that makes the decisions," I answered.
"Oh. Where's Britain?"
"You're standing on it," Sherlock said. "If I am to believe we are actually in Camelot, then this is Britain during the Medieval Ages."
"The Medieval Ages," Arthur asked.
"How about we leave the explaining for later," I asked. "I'd like to go and find another portal."
Merlin nodded.
"First, let's go see Gaius," he said. "He's been working on how to find out where the next portal should be."
"Then let's go," Sherlock said.
We walked in awkward silence. People stared at Sherlock and John as they walked behind Arthur. I smiled at a few and they just shook their heads. They probably thought "What on earth are they up to this time?" Others just turned around and started to gossip.
At long last, we reached Gaius' and my chambers. Like I thought he'd be, he was moving around in a frenzy fixing this and that potion. Then he went to mark on our makeshift map of the city. Finally he sat down with a grown looking at another book.
"Gaius," I said leading in our visitors. "We have a problem."
"Oh, Merlin, my boy," Gaius said without looking up. "I was hoping you'd be back soon. I wanted to know if you could—"
"We have a problem, Gaius," I said warningly. "Arthur, had one of those windows in his room, and two strangers just appeared."
"Well that's unexpected," he said, finally looking up and glancing at the strangers. "They're not from this time, are they?"
"No. There from some kingdom called Britain and a city called London."
"We're right here," Sherlock said.
"Sherlock," John scolded. "Don't be rude!"
"It's quite alright," Gaius said smiling, and trying to hold in a laugh. "We were being a bit rude. You see, we usually have a routine we follow when there's something unusual happening in Camelot."
"So things like this happen often," John asked.
"You wouldn't believe how often," I said with a sigh.
"Not that you do anything, Merlin," Arthur scoffed.
"That isn't particularly correct," Sherlock said.
"What would you know," Arthur asked.
"In our time, Camelot is a legend. You are king, and Merlin here is your Wizard."
"Warlock," John said. "The correct term is actually Warlock."
I stumbled and dropped the vials that I had just picked up. They shattered and the sound filled the now silent room.
"Is that true, Merlin," Arthur asked, quietly; dangerously. "Do you have magic?"
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