Chapter 21

Brains checked and rechecked the blood sample he had collected from the uninvited guests while they had been out cold.

"I-i-it can't b-be possible," He stuttered to himself. Indeed the first test had proven that the blond was a much earlier breed of homosapien backing up their story, but the other had blood unlike any Brains had seen before. His red and white blood cells along with his platelets were perfectly normal but on a second glance, Brains noticed specks amongst these cells.

Now as he looked closer with is electron microscope, he noticed that these too were cells. At first conjured a theory that it might be a new breed of bacteria, but on even closer examination he discovered that they were in fact human cells, unlike any known to exist. They were very small and round, smaller than the smallest known human cell, and gave the impression of glittering in the light.

Without another word, Brains opened up his laptop and began to research.

Scott sat alone on his bed, staring out the window blankly. Some part of him knew that he had been driven to complete insanity, but that didn't matter. All that mattered now was that nothing made sense, which in it's self didn't make sense.

His eyes shifted so that now they were focus on his reflection in the glass. Dark bruises covered half his face where he had face planted a load of empty fuel tanks earlier.

Merlin. He had magic. He healed Gordon. Scott had shot Gordon. His own brother.

Scott looked down at the gun in his hands; the very one he had used just half an hour earlier. Almost experimentally, he lifted the gun so the end of the barrel was against his temple only to quickly drop it again.

No, a distant part of his brain said, the butterflies wouldn't like you for doing that now would they?

Scott giggled like a child at this before suddenly turning serious again. Of course! Butterflies! They were the answer to everything! With newly sprung hope, Scott leaped of the bed and sprinted for the pool.

Virgil was beginning to enjoy the solitude of the patio held. Normally, Gordon would be swimming at this time while trying to convince anyone trying to relax in the sun to join him. Today, for some reason he had decided to give it a miss, leaving Virgil alone to think more in depth about their guests. He had to admit, they were very convincing, but deep down Virgil knew that International rescue was in danger and they seemed to be the only ones around to cause it. In the past, whenever Virgil got these feelings, he was often proved right. It had saved his skin many a time out on rescues.

Virgil was interrupted from his thoughts when Scott, burst out on to the patio. Was he skipping? Anyway, he didn't seem to notice Virgil, instead surveying the area, a huge goofy grin on his face. Suddenly, His eyes fixed on something Virgil couldn't quite see. He gave a gasp of delight and started skipping in that direction… and straight into the swimming pool.

Without a word, Virgil got up and padded over to the side of the pool where his eldest brother was failing about hopelessly.

"Noooo!" He screamed, "They'll never take me alive!"

Virgil raised one eyebrow before crouching down and pulling Scott out the water.

Once he was out, Scott curled up in a wet ball, eyes squeezed shut.

"Am I dead?" He asked out loud. When he didn't get an answer, he cracked open an eye to see his younger brother and best friend kneeling over him and looking down in a slightly confused manor. "Virgil! You saved me!" He screamed before flinging himself at him, clinging on desperately.

Just as Virgil thought it couldn't get any worse, Scott reached up and planted a big sloppy kiss of his forehead.

"Urgh!" Virgil moaned as he wiped the offending saliva away.

Scott proceeded to 'gracefully' roll off his brother so he was lying on the patio facing the few cloud.

"Oh." He said with sudden realisation, bottom lip jutting out.

"What?" Virgil wearily asked, almost too afraid to.

"The butterfly got away." Scott replied, looking as if he were on the brink of tears.

"Butterfly?"

"Mmmm… Butterflies… They're so pretty…"

As Scott lifted an arm up to show how pretty they were, Virgil noticed a pinprick of blood on his arm.

Drugs. Scott had been drugged.

Rage began to boil deep inside him. He knew it. He knew they were in danger. He swore there and then that by the next sunrise, 'Merlin' and 'Arthur' would pay, big time.

He was once again distracted from his thoughts when another figure burst onto the patio. He looked up to see Brains there looking very flustered and excited.

"V-Virgil! Do you k-k-know where Mr Tr-tracy is?" He asked.

"I think he's in his office Brains. Why?" Virgil replied, swallowing the anger.

"Th-they were telling the truth! They really are wh-who they say they are! And what's more I-I've got scientific evidence of the existence of so c-called wizards or people with m-m-magical abilities! According to my research a similar thing has been spotted in modern d-day Malaysia! I must go and ask J-Jeff if I can go!" and with that, the stuttering scientist ran into the house.

Virgil, vaguely noticed that that was the first time he'd ever heard Brains call his dad Jeff. But more importantly, If that were true, it left one question remaining.

Who drugged Scott?

A/N: ... Yeah I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and I hope you had just as much fun reading it. Please review! Thanks!