Disclaimer: I don't have a Xbox one, I should probably do something about that.

Merlin and Bioshock belong to some one else,

I just need to find them,

Find when they aren't home,

And take/steal the paper thingy that says who owns Bioshock and Merlin

To add my story to make it canon.


Important Note: I am going to write out the whole Giaus is Eleanors uncle bit, and actually put my story through a spell checker, this is going to take a little while so I might upload a little slower until this is fixed.


"Do you think that's what woke me?" Merlin had been woken up by something? That did explain the pale sweaty look from earlier, but why did he bring that up now? "It's possible, I suppose," Giaus answered.

Did Merlin mean that he had somehow been woken by Tauren's experiment? She would have to find out if magical people could be affected like that. Tomorrow, she would find out tomorrow, the dawn still was hours away and she was so irritated right now that she would most likely kill anyone bothered her until then.


The sun had finally reached the midway point between the top of the sky and the trees. Eleanor felt life in her again as she jumped down the last three steps to greet the day. When she reached for the handle the door suddenly opened in her face as Morgana poked her head in. "Giaus are yo-" Morgana stopped when she noticed the other girl staggering around. "Are you alright?" She asked her. Eleanor glared at her through her bangs, holding her nose. "I am completely alright, my nose often hurts and bleeds for fun." Morgana thought they would need a servant to clean up the pool of sarcasm on the floor.

"Anyway," Eleanor asked rubbing her nose, "why are you here?" she asked. Morgana signed "I don't think that Tom is guilty and I don't think that you think he is guilty either," she looked at the other girl "I want you to help me prove his innocence." Eleanor blinked, "why were you calling for Giaus if you were looking for me? For another matter, why are you coming to me at all? You could have any guards help you out, so why me?" Morgana smiled, "you are more observant than the guards and if I have you with me I could tell anyone who tries to stop us that I am showing you some new shops instead of looking into matter that the king has declared closed. I also didn't know where you were so I was going to ask Giaus." Eleanor thought it over for a second, "alright, I could help you," she sighed. "Thank you," Morgana said and hugged the other girl.

It only took them about forty-five minutes to get to the forge. "Spread out and look for anything that seems out of place," Morgana said as she walked past the doors. The room was trashed, boxes littered the floor and their contents spilled out like a hurricane had passed through, yet despite the mess, between the two of them it only took them a few seconds to find the one thing that didn't fit. "Hey," Eleanor said as she bent down and picked up a little bag. "What is it?" Morgana asked coming over. Eleanor turned the bag upside down and a palm sized jewel with sculpted talons holding the top and bottom fell out. As soon as it hit her palm the jewel started to glow. "It doesn't fit, and it looks magical," Eleanor said. "This could belong to Tauren," Morgana thought out loud, "What could it do?" Eleanor raised an eyebrow "I have an idea, let me take it and see if there are any references in Gaius's books." Morgana looked thoughtful, "alright," she finally said. Wasting no time the two girls and their guards left the forge.

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They immediately went back to the Physician's chambers; Eleanor walked up to her lair, and Morgana went to check in with Merlin. "How is she?" Eleanor heard Morgana ask Merlin as she ascended the stairs. "She's doing okay," came his reply. "We should let her rest." With that they both came out of the side room where Gwen was sleeping. "Morgana, have you spoken to Uther?" Merlin asked as he followed her out. Eleanor kept perusing the shelf trying to find the ones related to alchemy. "He must realize this is a mistake," Merlin continued, "Whatever Tom was doing, and it wasn't plotting against the king." "I know that," Morgana quickly interjected, "of course I do, But Uther... Uther only sees enemies." "Why don't they take this outside?" Eleanor wondered, they were only interrupting her concentration. "But Tom is the most gentle soul I have ever known," Merlin argued. Morgana sighed, "But he was seen with Tauren, that makes him an enemy." She turned and walked out, "tell me if you find out anything!" She shouted up to Eleanor. Eleanor waved a hand and didn't turn away from the shelf. "Then there is little hope?" Merlin shouted after her. Morgana turned around in the doorway "There is no hope Merlin. None at all." With that rousing, confidence pumping speech she left. "She is going to do something stupid," Eleanor mumbled under her breath without even looking away from the shelf.

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Jennifer followed the lady-lady as she went into the foolish boys' room. She peaked in just in time to see her pull a key out of one drawers. "Why do they always give the keys to fools like him? They always leave them lying around." She thought as she pulled back.

The lady then went down to the cells, Jennifer hated this part because who ever had planned the castle ventilation system had obviously tried to make it hard for someone to get out thru them. The vents were small and had several spots where the walls of the vents had been flattened to almost a foot from top to bottom. After much wiggling and scratches though she was able to get to a vent in time to hear the pretty lady say "I cannot see the future, only the present, and one must always seize the moment. Good luck." With that she left falsely accused man with a look of shock on his face, and glancing at his hands repeatedly. Jennifer couldn't see what was in them but she could guess. Big sister would need to know this.

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Eleanor paced around the physician's chambers. She could count the number of ways this could go wrong, but she didn't think that would help. What she needed was a plan, how could she help Tom without endangering her sisters or herself. Dang Morgana, if she hadn't given Tom a key then she could have planned out a real escape from the cells. "Why don't we just help him when he tries to escape from the cells?" Eleanor turned and looked at the little sister who was sitting on the railing swinging her legs back and forth. "He obviously is going to try and escape tonight, so why don't we just help him then?" She elaborated. "Kelly, we don't know where the guards are going to be, if we don't know their rotations then we can't plan around them." Kelly smiled, Eleanor felt like bracing herself. "I asked Jen to watch the guards just in case we needed to get someone out of it eventually," Kelly's grin got larger. Eleanor smirked conspiratorially and she hugged the little, adorable devil, "you think of everything don't you, even when I don't." Kelly giggled.

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"Sound the warning bell!" The voice of a guard caused Tom to freeze for a second. It was too late to turn back now, if he wanted to live then he would have to escape the dungeons. He slowed and hid around a corner as a guard unlocked the next checkpoint, probably coming to see what all the noise was about. As soon as he heard the guard locking the door behind him Tom jumped out of hiding and slammed the guards head against the door. As he grabbed the keys and sword off the guard the sound of bells began, making him move faster. As he past the gate he felt a tug on his pants leg. Swinging around, only a death grip on his sword kept him from hitting the tiny child who had grabbed him.

Tom just stared at her in shock, what was she down here? How did she get down there? Why did she grab him? The girl tilted her head up and looked him in the eye. "Come with me if you want to live," she said in a very adult sounding voice. She then turned and darted down a shadowy corridor. Tom followed her, he couldn't understand why, he just did. The little one seemed to be counting her steps as she led him deeper into the dungeon. Finally she stopped at a dark hallway. "Down at the end and to the left there is a false wall that you can open by pressing on the ceiling above it," the girl said and then suddenly scampered off leaving Tom to stare after her. "Wait, where are you going?" Tom quietly called out after her. The girl disappeared around a bend and when Tom got there he saw that she had completely disappeared, the hall was a dead end.

Tom looked around trying to decide what to do now, could this be a trap? That thought kept running through his head as he stood there in indecision. "Find him, the king wants him dead!" The shout from behind caused Tom to jerk around and look back, hesitating for only a second longer he sprinted towards the dark hall that the girl had pointed to. At the end he slapped at the stone praying that the little girl was right. One stone moved under his hand and the wall in front parted. Without looking back Tom vanished from the castle.

Outside he found a horse and a day's worth of supplies. "So," Tom jumped at the sound, "I suggest you take the horse and go find some safe place to lay low." Tom turned to the voice, sitting on a rock nearby was a young woman, and all but her lower face and outline were completely hidden in the shadows. She was smiling at him. "My daughter? What about my daughter?" Tom asked. The woman's grin slipped a little. "You should worry about yourself right now, later you could worry about how your daughter. However I wouldn't worry too much, she is the lady Morgana's maid and she at least will protect her." Tom had to agree to that. "Thank you, thank you for getting me out and giving me this chance to see my daughter again," Tom said trembling with joy. "Thank you for my life," he bowed his head to her. "Ok, you need to leave now," she quickly interjected. "OH, ah, ya, I guess that I should leave," Tom stuttered. "Ok, maybe you could find some secluded corner of the kingdom and take up your trade there," the woman suggested helpfully. "Yes of course, thank you," Tom said awkwardly as he gave her another little bow and walked to the horse. As he scampered up onto the horse's back he looked over his shoulder, "If you don't mind me asking, who are you my lady?" The woman cocked her head, "I am a guest of the kings, and I just don't think he is right in regards to you." Tom blinked "I see, have a good night my lady." the woman waved after him, "I will tell you daughter that you are alright," she called out. "Thank you once again," Tom called back.

Eleanor felt good about what she had done, "I agree, he was innocent and he deserved another chance." Eleanor glanced at the vial she had leaned against the rock she was sitting on "You're right father," then she cocked her head a slight awkward smile on her face, "how are we planning on bringing the two of them together again?" The voice from in the vial paused, the grin grew. "You have no idea do you?"

"Not really."

"Great, any idea what to do now?"

"Not really."

"Or what we say if anyone figures out that we helped a fugitive?"

"I guess we will need to cross/burn that bridge when we come to it."

"Ha, hahaha"

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"NO!" Gwen's shouts echoed around the courtyard. "What is that?" Eleanor groaned, the sun was over the hilltop but she had spent a lot of time up at night so she still wanted to kill whomever had woke her. "FATHER!" Eleanor blinked, "Why is Gwen screaming?" her father spoke up, "maybe she is sad that her father is now a fugitive?" he suggested. Eleanor bent down to pick up a spare set of clothes and walked to the nearest window as she put them on. Outside Gwen was clawing at a wagon being pulled by a couple of guards. On the wagon was a blanket, under that was a bloody mass that didn't seem to be an entire human body. "No, Father!" Gwen fell to her knees and the guards kept on walking.

"Father, it seems Tom came back earlier than we thought," Eleanor gasped "We need to know exactly what happened, now!" Slipping on the rest of her cloths Eleanor jogged out of the physician's quarters and darted down the halls. She sprinted around the corner and nearly tripped down the stairs. "You have blood on your hands, Uther Pendragon. Blood that will never wash off!" She could hear Morgana shouting at the king. As she screeched to a stop at the door she could hear the king's answer,

"May I remind you that you are talking to your king?" Morgana got quieter but even more intense. "May I remind you that a king is wise and just? You are neither. You rule only with the sword." The door opened and Eleanor could see the king wielding a goblet and Morgana staring at him. "You know nothing of what it means to be king, the fate of Camelot rests in my hands. It's my responsibility to protect the people of this land from its enemies," the king growled out. "Then the kingdom is doomed," Morgana snapped, "One by one, you make enemies of us all." the king paused in his drink. "You speak treason, Morgana." "Only a mad man hears the truth as treason!" Morgana snapped. Uther jerked his head to look at her "take care, child, or I will have you restrained." The king paused then interjected, " I didn't have the traitor killed, he was killed by someone else."


A/N: LOOK FOR MY COMING, at first light, on the fifth day (or weeks, I have no idea). At dawn, look to the east (or which ever direction I am in relation to you).