A/N: I am so so so sorry for this late update. I know that there are no excuses to make up for it, but I have been terribly busy, out of inspiration and so on. I hope this chapter makes each and every one of you happy, and I hope that it is well enough (because, to be quite honest) I just wanted you all to have something to read. Lemme know what you think! :)

The ride towards Beckett's apartment was… interesting, to say the least. Morgana was terrified of the metallic beast, until Beckett assured her that it was a way of transportation. "It is just like going to places on a… horse," Beckett said to Morgana in the car, pulling a bit of a face when mentioned the horse – still not buying anything this girl was saying. People just didn't appear from the Middle Ages to present time, they just didn't.

Once arrived at Beckett's apartment, Morgana was still amazed by everything she saw. There were no torches to be seen, no fireplaces… There were little things on the wall that gave light when Beckett turned a switch on. Morgana had seen magic many times before in her life, but this… this went beyond all of that.

"I have no interest in cooking tonight," Beckett said. It had been a long day at the precinct, with almost no leads whatsoever, and to be quite honest, all she wanted was a good night's sleep and a fresh start tomorrow. "What about you?"

"Cooking?" Morgana replied, still fascinated by the things that gave light.

"Guess it will be take-out, then."

"Take-out?"

"Yeah, take-out is when you order food, and the people you called bring that food to you."

"That sounds like a magnificent invention! Who thought of that?"

Beckett held her phone in her hand and was on her way to grab a menu when she heard Morgana excited about something else than just the light bulbs in her apartment. She just shook her head slowly as she looked at the menu.

While Beckett called for their food, Morgana was already fascinated with other things. She wandered through Beckett's apartment until she found the next thing that caught her attention. A whole rack filled with books, all with colourful covers, and most of the books were all by the same author: Richard Castle. She quickly made a mental note to remember to ask Beckett about this writer once. If she has that many books from him, he must be an excellent writer.

Moving on from the books, she was interested by an object that was located in the corner of the room. It must be some sort of musical instrument because she had seen a similar thing during feasts. How Morgana missed those feasts. It had been a long time since the last feast was held in Camelot, but what was it a good one. There were laughs, delicious food, wonderful drinks, lovely music and last but not least, he was there, right in the chair next to her. Morgana smiled at the memory until a peculiar sound disrupted her thoughts. Not knowing what the sound was or where it came from – somewhere near the door, she thought – Morgana was glad when she saw Beckett heading towards the door.

"Don't worry, I got it."

Beckett paid the man at the door, received a plastic bag filled with white boxes – some boxes were bigger than others, but they were put together in the same bag – and closed the door with her foot. "C'mon," Beckett said and walked towards the diner table while Morgana followed her after she had folded her cloak neatly and left it on the couch.

As Beckett divided all the boxes she took from the plastic bag, Morgana didn't know what else to do but sit and wait until she could eat. When Beckett looked ready to eat as well, Morgana couldn't help but ask where the proper cutlery was. One could not be expected to eat with two… sticks. Morgana even seemed to believe that it was impossible until she saw Beckett do it after she had said: "dig in!", two words she did not understand all that well. Morgana didn't surrender to the two sticks that looked at her like they were mocking her and she really did try her best, but it looked like she was trying to chase her food more than eat it.

"Would you rather have a fork?"

"If it is not any trouble, yes please." Morgana said with pleading eyes.

When Morgana finally had the chance to properly eat her food, she looked at Beckett, amazed by the taste of the food. "I have never eaten anything this delicious out of a box. The flavours are so rich and amazing and-"

"It is just Chinese food, Morgana."

"Splendid Chinese food, then."

After dinner, Morgana offered to help Beckett clean up. She had seen Guinevere do it many times before, surely she could do it, too. Beckett, however, explained to her that the boxes were disposable and she could handle a fork.

"Why don't you go and clean up in the bathroom? Come, I will show you where it is."


Once Morgana finished showering – thank god for the person who invented the hot and cold handles where it actually said what was hot and what was cold – and when she was completely dry, she remembered that she didn't have anything to wear besides from her gown, which for now was terribly inconvenient because she needed a nightgown. It suddenly hit her. To be absolutely realistic with herself, she didn't have anything, no leather bags filled with clothes and not even spare clothes in general. All she had in this strange, very strange world, were the clothes she had been wearing ever since she had stepped into this new – yet still incredibly strange – world. She would have to ask Beckett for some clothes. She was a kind woman, surely she wouldn't mind to loan her some clothes?

Dressed in nothing but a towel, she stepped into the living room where she found a pile of clothes on the couch along with a thick blanket and a pillow. A smile appeared on her face and quickly she changed from the towel into the clothes Beckett had laid out for her. Once she wore the proper attire to sleep in, Morgana placed the pillow where she wanted it to be when she heard Beckett's voice from above the staircase. "You, um... decent?"

"I am!"

Beckett came downstairs and looked at the figure sitting on the couch. "Good night. We will look into things tomorrow, all right? Don't worry about a thing." And with that, Beckett turned off the lights. Morgana knew that Beckett meant her when she said that they would look into things, and for some reason, rather than being scared, it made her feel more at ease. What was the whole reason of being from the medieval times in the 21st century? Quite pointless if you asked her.


Richard Castle was just about to finish another chapter from his new book when he heard something in his living room. There were a couple of odd noises before he heard a big bang. If he had to be very honest, it sounded like an asteroid had fallen into his living room. Castle wouldn't be that surprised if that was the case, or anything else science fiction related, but this was something even he thought was a tad bit crazy.

"Where am I?" The guy said who erupted into Richard Castle's living room. "Who are you?"

Shocked, Richard Castle stood in his own living room not knowing what he could possibly do. Were his eyes deceiving him? His own eyes were not deceiving him.

Arthur Pendragon truly stood in his living room.