A/N: Thanks for the reviews I got! I really love them so much! I really am sorry that it's taken me so long to update, but I've been super busy; birthdays, helping my friend move, family stuff… I could go on. Please don't hate me for the length between updates!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Merlin is not mine and if I checked right, he won't ever be :(

More determined-and angered-than ever, I stomped out of the cave. Arthur put his arm around my waist, slowing me down. I turned to look at him as he gently pulled me to a stop, his blue eyes not giving away any sign of weakness.

"Calm down, Jennifer. We need to think this through and to do that you need to tell me what's going on with the druid boy." Arthur said as Sarah started pacing the width of the tunnel. I looked away from him, folding my arms as more tears came streaming down my cheeks. "Don't worry, we will find the druids, but I need to be informed of everything."

I took in a deep breath calming my nerves as much as possible, knowing that if I told Arthur what the future holds it could be bad and perhaps… change the future? No, we've already jacked that up way too much. I was starting to wonder if there was some sort of time traveling manual full of rules and guidelines like there is with everything else. Surely, magic like this had some form of supernatural rules, though I was starting to doubt it.

"I-Arthur," I stuttered. He looked at me with intensity, just waiting for the words to come gushing out of me. Sighing, I looked down at the ground so I couldn't see his persuasive eyes. "You have to understand that I can't-"

"Oh, why can't we just tell him?" Sarah interrupted suddenly. She walked over to where the two of us were standing and crossed her arms, looking at me. "I mean, it can't change much more by telling him what might happen. It seems to me that that thing won't happen because this Camelot is so different. Plus, Mordred isn't even the same person."

"Yes, he is most definitely not my son, so whatever it is that you're not telling me you really should. I'm trying to help Merlin out as much as possible and that requires you to be able to tell me as much as possible." Arthur said, putting his prince mask on.

I knew he was right; that they both were right, but there was a part of me that knew I shouldn't tell Arthur anything more. My instincts were telling me to stay quite; my mind was telling me to spill.

Maybe instincts can be wrong.

"Alright," I said. "I'll tell you. According to Arthurian Legend, Mordred…" I glanced at Sarah and she gave me a reassuring nod. "Mordred is your…downfall. He murders you in battle." I whispered. From his quietness, I assumed that he hadn't heard me, and I didn't want to repeat it. I was barely able to choke it out this time.

Slowly, I looked up at Arthur to see his face. It was blank, emotionless from years of training to keep his expressions masked by bravery. Those blue eyes blinked a couple of times before he put his hands on his hips and he cleared his throat.

"Well," was all he said or all he was able to say. I felt perfectly horrible about telling him. I was regretting it now like I knew I would be. It was clear that he was still processing, but we needed to get going. He seemed to know this too. "It doesn't matter. We need to find the druids."

I was shocked by what I was hearing. Despite what I told him he still wanted to go out and risk his life! No, no, no, this is bad! "What? Arthur that's insane!"

"No, it's not. Jennifer, I'm not going to let-"

"Okay," Sarah interjected. "No fighting, you two! This isn't exactly the time. First, let's get out of this creepily dark tunnel. Second, let's find someone who will help us and does know where the druid camp is."

"But who would know? There aren't many, if any, druids in Camelot." Arthur pointed out.

"Gaius might know," I whispered, not totally sure I should have even said it. I didn't want to drag Gaius into this, but we may have no choice. Then again, Merlin is very important to him. He may not care if he gets involved. For all we know he does want to be a part of this, Uther or no Uther.

Looking up at Arthur, I saw the confusion in his face, wondering why Gaius would know. Actually, I didn't really know the answer to that unasked question. It was just for some weird and unexplainable reason that I knew he might have an idea as to where we could find the druids. I don't know if it's because he just seems to always know what things are and how to deal with them, or because he has had so much experience that he must know, but I just knew he was the one to go to.

Sarah began walking away quickly, her shadow tailing her. She stopped and looked back at us when we didn't follow. "Are we going to go ask this Gaius or not?" it wasn't a question, it was a dare. The loss of Mason was taking its toll and it was showing. Sarah was getting testy, and frankly, so was I.

Nodding my head, I grabbed Arthur's hand and pulled him along. Sarah then slowed down her fast pace to wait for us, not knowing where Gaius' chambers were located in this castle.

"Gaius," Arthur declared as he walked in through the door without bothering to knock. I stayed close by his side, my heart thumping like a thousand drums.

The physician looked up from his work bench, though he was not working on anything. All that was there were empty potion bottles and a single book lying in front of him. When he saw that the prince was standing in his chambers he stood up quickly and bowed his head, remaining quiet. This was not the Gaius we all knew. Merlin being gone was already changing everyone.

"What can I do for you, sire?" he asked, his voice monotone.

"We need to know where the druids are. Can you give us the location?" Arthur asked very straightforwardly. There was a change in Gaius' expression as Arthur said the word 'druid.' It had taken the old man by sheer surprise that he was speechless.

He narrowed his eyes out of confusion. "Why do you seek the druids, My Lord?"

The prince looked down at me and I knew it was my turn to talk. I didn't want to tell him everything because I didn't want him to get in trouble, to be an accessory to treason, but I had to tell him something. "W-we have a plan to save Merlin, but we need the druids' help. Will you tell us where they are?" I asked, afraid that I already gave away too much.

Gaius looked down at the floor, shaking his head. "I cannot." Arthur shut his eyes out of anger, trying to control his temper. Sarah crossed her arms and I sighed. "It is not because I do not wish to, but because I do not know where they are. They are very mysterious and are very careful when it comes to their survival." He paused. "Wait. How can you save Merlin?"

Arthur nodded. "I understand. Thank you Gaius," he said, ignoring Gaius' question. Arthur turned his back to the physician who was looking more confused than ever. "Now how do we find them? Obviously, no one knows how to find them!"

I opened my mouth about to speak when Sarah stopped me. "Don't even say it, Jenny! We are not asking her for help! She's evil, or have you forgotten that?"

I shook my head. "She's not evil, at least not yet! If we can get her to connect her magic with Mordred, we might be able to find them."

"This will just end badly."

"Not if I can help it."

Sarah and I stared at each other for a moment. The prince standing next to me cleared his throat as he watched the door. Both of us turned our attention to who just walked in. There, standing in the doorway, was Morgana herself.

"Speak of the devil…" Sarah mumbled, staring intensely at the witch. The distrust was clear in her eyes, piercing at Morgana like daggers. I understood why my friend didn't trust the witch, but she wasn't evil yet. I had met Morgana before now so I knew her better, and I knew she would help. Despite the risks, this was our only hope, she was our only hope.

"Morgana," Arthur and Gaius both greeted at the same time. The ward looked scared, hating not knowing what was happening fully.

"We need your help," I said quickly. Morgana perked up at my words.

"No," Sarah glared at me, then back at Morgana. "We don't need your help."

I rolled my eyes. "Please, stop! This is the only way to save both Merlin and Mason. Don't you want that?"

She sighed, nodding her head and regaining control over her emotions. "Sorry," she mumbled.

Turning back to the frightened and confused ward, I took in a deep breath. "You know you have magic and you know you have a certain connection to Mordred. We need you to tap into your magic and make that connection stronger. It will help save Merlin. Do you think you can do that?" It all came out in such a rush and so straightforward that I wasn't sure that she understood or comprehended what I was telling her.

Morgana glanced at Arthur who nodded sternly. Her mouth began opening and closing with no sound coming out, no words spoken. Then again, no words were needed. She finally closed her mouth and nodded once, hesitantly.

Sighing with relief, we left Gaius' chambers. All four of us walked down the narrow hallways as I explained exactly what I needed her to do. I tried to tell her how we needed her to get Mordred to lead us to the druids so that we could go back farther in time to stop the gypsy from getting caught.

"But surely you cannot expect me to be able to turn back time," Morgana said dumbfound.

I shook my head. "That's why you need Mordred or someone from the camp to help you. You're not as powerful as Merlin-"

"Yet," Sarah grumbled. I glared at her.

"You're not as powerful as Merlin, meaning it won't be as easy for you. That's why someone will be with you to combine your magic with theirs," I explained. "I'm not totally sure it will work, but it's worth a shot."

Arthur turned the corner and walked into his chambers. I was last to walk in and shut the door tightly. Morgana sat down on the bed, holding the post as if her life depended on it. "I'm ready," she said shakily. I walked over and sat next to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. It was almost pitch black in Arthur's room which hopefully was going to help her concentrate.

"Close your eyes," I instructed softly. She did so immediately. "Focus all your energy on Mordred, trying to contact him. Nothing else matters except talking to him." I quietly prayed that this would work. She became perfectly still, a statue that has remained unmoved for centuries collecting dust and becoming a priceless artifact.

Small sweat beads started to form on her forehead, her eyes squinting as if she was in pain. I looked over at Arthur. He was staring fiercely at his half-sister, worry clear in his features. Everyone and everything was quiet, no one dared speak a word out of fear of snapping Morgana out of her focus. Then again, we all wanted to speak to make sure she wasn't hurting.

Suddenly, the door violently swung open and in stepped Uther Pendragon himself. As the door boomed against the wall, Morgana's eyes snapped open, but they weren't her beautiful green color. No, they had flashed gold. It was so fast that I thought it impossible that Uther could have seen.

Apparently I was mistaken.

A/N: I hope you liked it! Please, please, please review so I know how I'm doing. All types of reviews are more than welcome! Oh, and to all my fellow Americans who are reading, I wish you a happy Independence Day!