Author's Note:

Hello! I'm back with another chapter (obviously!). But before I get on with the chapter, I've got some official warnings and things for you.

1. Firstly, I'd like to say that as of Season One, Episode 8, this story is officially AU in the extreme.
2. Secondly, I'd like to say that this story is going to have spoilers, but not for Merlin. If anyone plans on reading The Once and Future King by TH White, I'd suggest doing it before reading this story. Because there will be repeated references and I'll go as far as to say spoilers.

Okay, so now that that's out of the way, I suppose I'll get on with it.

Disclaimer: I, Writing2Death, do not own anything affiliated with Merlin. However, I do own this story along with Jenny, Adrianna, Lyssa, and all of the other original characters that make appearances.

And, one last thing before I actually stop stalling: Thank-you to MegElemental, GoldenAura, YOUTHFULwolfie5122, and Punk Chopsticks for reviewing that last chapter. It's very much appreciated.

All right! All right. And, so without any more stalling, I present chapter three. Please read, enjoy, and review!

-- Chapter Three: The Other Side of the Reflection --

Lyssa stared at the remains of the mirror in horror and took a startled step back. It had happened so fast. What exactly had happened so fast? She wasn't even sure. There was a light and blood and the raining of fragments of glass and the next thing she knew she was covering her head to shield herself from it. The frame of the mirror teetered dangerously and very suddenly came crashing down to the ground with the sound of clanging metal, resting at Lyssa's feet.

When Lyssa dared to bring her arms down from her face, she was shocked at what she saw. Lying unconscious in the middle of the frame of the mirror was a girl, slightly older than herself.

The last thought Lyssa had before losing consciousness herself and falling to the floor was about Jenny and Adrianna. What in the world happened to them? If they weren't here, where were they?

Lyssa's day had started out completely, totally, perfectly normal. It did, really. She'd gone to school, fended off the stupid idiots who tortured Jenny, and broken a giant, expensive, irreplaceable mirror that was hundreds of years old. No big deal, though.

These were her thoughts as she awoke, hoping against all hope that the events of the day were nothing more than a strange, screwed up dream. Failing that, she just wanted to see Jenny.

Jenny. Oh, dear God.

Lyssa unpeeled her eyelids and sat bolt upright, pain exploding in her head. Leaning over her was Mr Sloan and she'd just smacked her head off of his. Where the hell was she? Her head felt foggy and she tried to get up but someone pushed her back down. "Woah, take it easy." Mr Sloan was talking.

"But- Jenny, and --"

"You fainted, we think," he said gently. "You took out a mirror too, along with an innocent bystander, by the way. She's still unconscious."

Lyssa's brain caught up with the situation. There was the girl, in the mirror frame and Jenny - and Adrianna -

"You need to find Jenny," she said. "Something's happened, and I don't know where she is."

Mr Sloan looked slightly alarmed and as Lyssa surveyed the situation, she noticed that most of the class was crowded around her and that she was lying on a make-shift cot. Neither Jenny or Adrianna were there.

She made herself get up, pushing Mr Sloan's arm out of the way. "Where's that girl?" she asked, passing a hand over her face and trying to wake herself up.

"We haven't been able to find Jenny... Or Adrianna..."

Lyssa stared at him like he was stupid. "Not Jenny," she said through gritted teeth. "The girl! In the mirror frame!"

"The innocent bystander?" he said, repeating his previous phrasing.

"Yes!"

"She's on the other cot," he responded, "but you should lie down. We're not sure if you have a concussion or not and we've called for an ambulance, since there was blood..."

Lyssa could have screamed, really.

The class was whispering and staring and she was surprised they were present at all, really. These thoughts were pushed to the back of her head though. She needed to talk to that girl. It was important to her, and to Jenny and Adrianna. She could tell.

If there was one thing Lyssa firmly believed, it was that not all things made sense in the world but all things happened for a reason. And right now, two people breaking a mirror and disappearing didn't logically make sense, but if they were replaced by that girl...

She was getting ahead of herself and, she suspected, not thinking clearly.

And now she could hear the wailing of a siren and she sighed, laying back and waiting for the girl to wake.

This was how Lyssa and the mysterious, unconscious girl ended up in the back of an ambulance on the way to the hospital.

Gwen's day started out completely, totally, perfectly normal. It did, ask anyone.

As usual, she woke her Lady Morgana and brought her breakfast up. She was her maidservant, you see, so it was her job. Then she set about tidying Morgana's rooms. They weren't messy, mind you, but it was something she did everyday, regardless. Anyway, she was dusting the mirror in the corner of Morgana's chambers when suddenly --

Her head hurt. That was really the only thought on her mind as she slowly gained consciousness. Her head hurt and she really didn't want to move. Ever again.

Forcing herself to sit up, she slowly opened her eyes and squinted. It was... really bright. And she didn't know where she was.

Everything was white and really, really clean... and bright. Did she mention that already? She was lying in a soft bed that was high off the ground and there was some ... thing that was frequently emitting loud, high noises next to her that had jagged lines on it.

"Oh good, you're awake," she heard from her left. She turned to see a girl, younger than her, sitting at her bedside, her expression saturated with relief.

"Wh-where am I?" Gwen's voice came out high and scared and she clenched her hands into the sheets.

"It's all right." The girl said, looking alarmed, "You're okay and no one's going to hurt you."

Gwen nodded.

"You're in hospital and my name's Alyssa."

Gwen had no idea what a hospital was. She shook her head slightly.

Alyssa looked a little confused. "Can you tell me your name?"

Gwen cleared her dry throat, "It's Guinevere."

Lyssa couldn't stop her mouth from falling open. "Guinevere?" she repeated, just to make sure she hadn't gone insane. "You're Guinevere?"

The girl nodded, looking a little frightened.

"Oh my dear God," Lyssa said, breathing deeply through her nose.

Lyssa had been friends with Jenny long enough to know who Guinevere was. Was this the world's idea of a sick and twisted joke? Was it a complete coincidence that a girl named Guinevere showed up in the exact place where her friend Jenny had disappeared (and Adrianna she reminded herself a moment later, secondarily)?! Guinevere, as in the King Arthur Legends that Jenny loved, and Guinevere that Jenny hated?

She had to physically keep herself from hyperventilating, forcing the word magic out of her brain.

"And you have no idea where you are?" were the words that found their way out of her mouth.

Guinevere shook her head again and there were tears in her eyes. "I don't even know what a hospital is!" she said. "And that noise...!"

"The heart monitor," Lyssa said, automatically, numbly.

There was silence for a moment.

Then Lyssa looked up. "Where are you from?" she asked, a dreadful, sinking feeling in her stomach.

"Camelot. Where am I now?"

There it was. And Lyssa took a deep, deep breath, steeling herself.

She spoke quickly, urgently, "I need you to listen to me. You're a far, far way from home and the people here, they don't like magic," she paused briefly at the word, letting it out of it's box, and then rushed on. "And that's what happened. You mustn't tell them you're from Camelot. You've lost you're memory!" Lyssa invented wildly. "And you don't remember anything, alright?!"

"Magic!" Guinevere said fearfully. "But I don't know Magic. I was just cleaning the mirror - "
"The mirror-!" -and then- "Shh!" Lyssa warned as the door opened and she stood up.

A kind, slightly harrassed-looking doctor came in, carrying a red clipboard. He smiled warmly at Guinevere and Lyssa sighed, attempting to get her hands to stop shaking, her heart beating frantically against her ribs. "Oh good, you're up."

Guinevere nodded, shooting Lyssa a distressed look.

"I'm Dr Harrison. Now, Alyssa's been keeping you company, right? How long have you been awake?"

"She just woke up now, like, two minutes ago." Lyssa explained for her.

"Er - yes." Guinevere said self-consciously, tugging slightly on her black, wiry curls.

"All right," he said, marking something off on his clipboard. "Well, we found you passed out on the floor next to Alyssa in a museum," he said. "And I'm sure you want to go home, yeah? So, I just need you to fill this out."

He passed Guinevere paperwork that she stared at.

"I think she has amnesia!" Lyssa blurted out suddenly. "When she woke up, I asked her her name but she said she couldn't remember."

Dr Harrison looked alarmed. "Is this true?"

Guinevere nodded, "I don't know anything," she said, the slightly frightened tone working for her case.

The doctor sighed and looked at Guinevere sympathetically. "This makes everything a whole lot more complicated."

They'd kicked her out of the room so now she was sitting in the waiting room. The hospital had called her mother but she wouldn't be there for at least another couple of hours.

Also, a nurse had checked her over as soon as possible, claiming there'd been blood at the scene. Lyssa wasn't bleeding, though. That would have been Jenny's blood.

Mr Sloan was at the hospital too, since he was supervisor on the trip and followed the ambulance. He was talking with policemen about the fact that two of his students had gone missing, looking anxious. Lyssa swallowed thickly at the thought. She was sure they'd think them kidnapped. Coincidences, as she discovered earlier, were unlikely and they'd probably find a way to connect the mirror incident (and the blood, as neither she or Guinevere were bleeding) to Adrianna and Jenny. And, she just realized in horror, she'd talked about Jenny disappearing when she woke up.

A nervous knot was starting to form in her stomach. Would they ask her what she knew?

And what was taking that doctor so long with Guinevere?

"Alyssa Velusi?"

Lyssa looked up at the sound of her name to find a man in a police uniform looking at her kindly. "I don't know where they are," she said automatically, feeling oddly detached.

"That's all right," he said. "I just need to ask you a few questions."

Lyssa nodded dumbly. "No problem." She forced a fake smile.

Yes, very, very big problem.

Her mum arrived an hour and fifteen minutes later and pulled Lyssa into a big hug. "Oh, Lyssa."

Lyssa managed to wriggle out of her mother's grasp.

"I suppose they sent the other kids home?" she asked, brushing her daughter's bangs away from her eyes.

Lyssa nodded, "Mr Sloan stayed with me."

"Have they found them?"

Swallowing thickly, Lyssa shook her head. "Mum -"

"They will." Ms Velusi said insistantly but, of course, unless Policemen could travel through magic mirrors, Lyssa knew they wouldn't. She'd come to the conclusion that it was up to her. And for that, she needed Guinevere.

"Mum!" She tried again and this time caught her mother's attention. She was all worry lines and kind smiles that currently didn't reach her eyes. And Lyssa knew that she was looking at herself in the future. "Mum, there's this girl. She was there, when I woke up from passing out, or whatever happened, and she woke up, but she doesn't remember anything."

"Oh," Her mum gasped, hand flying to her mouth.

"I want her to stay with us. Please. Please."

Ms Velusi bit her lip and Lyssa could understand the hesitance completely - it was such a big decision. But it was necessary and Lyssa wouldn't take no for an answer.

"She has no where to go," she started protesting when her mother didn't respond, sounding desperate. "Please!"

Ms Velusi sighed, giving in and Lyssa mirrored it, sighing in relief.

At that moment, when Lyssa almost allowed herself a smile, Mr Sloan cleared his throat. He looked slightly pained and Lyssa hadn't noticed him come over.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," he started, "but I have something that I think I should give to Lyssa."

She turned to him questioningly and he held out a blue notebook, the cover tattered and falling off. Lyssa's breath caught in her throat and she accepted it without hesitancy, holding it to her chest.

They were keeping Guinevere overnight for observation, Dr Harrison had said. There were signs of a concussion, for which Lyssa thanked her lucky stars, so they were attributing the memory loss to that. Lyssa really had to hand it to Guinevere though. There was probably a lot of good acting on her part.

Then they, if the memory loss persisted, would release her into the care of a responsible adult, aka Lyssa's mother. She was so thankful. It was working and they were going to get away with it.

The drive home was silent, Lyssa clutching the little notebook like it was her lifeline, somehow, instinctively knowing it was important, and thinking.

She needed to fix this.