Wow! I'm on an updating spree today. That's what a long weekend can do to a girl I guess. Hooray for no school -days! Monday will be wonderful.

Just five chapters and an epilogue left to go after this chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

I do not own Sisters Grimm, or Stargate. All the mythology, and the 'language' comes from SG-1.

"So," I preface, "tell me again why we're heading to Stonehenge."

Merlin audibly growls. "The Alterans left Atlantis after about 500 years of observing the Faerie realm, and the humans. They chose to, basically, evict Oberon and the other fairies, and make them live with the rest of the humans, and try to get civilizations started."

"If they were anything like Puck, I'd say they'd have failed, epically."

"Oh, they did."

The fairy boy rolls his eyes, but says nothing, as Merlin continues.

"So, the Alterans chose to hide their great city and live throughout the world, making new lands and countries wherever they settled. They first place they landed was here,Stonehenge. They built it, to be perfectly aligned with the sun on the summer solstice, and the moon in midwinter. Some went south, toEgypt, and others went toGreece,Rome, andMacedonia."

"Wasn't there something about you moving this?" Puck asks, as we walk towards the large stones.

"In Arthurian lore, yes. It was supposedly transported fromIrelandto here, because one of their kings wanted a memorial."

"Did you?"

"No. Though I remember Arthur and his knights wanting to set up something beneath a hill inGlastonbury. They thought I would gift them with some, awesome power for creating their own Avalon."

"Could you stick to one topic?" Puck snaps.

I snort. "It was your question."

He sends me a glare, but I ignore him. "So, this is hic qua videeum?"

"What?" Puck stares at me. "Is that… Latin?"

"No," Merlin interjects. "It's Alteran. It means place of our legacy."

"Since when did you know Alteran?"

I shrug. "I don't know. The words just pop into my fron."

"Fron?" he repeats incredulously. "Into your…head?"

I nod. "That's what I said."

"No. It isn't." Worry tints his voice, as I shrug. "Is…" he pauses, and turns to Merlin, "Is this her getting worse?"

"Possibly. We have only twelve hours before Nibiru's arrival."

"Stop looking at me like I'm dorentus. I'm not!" I protest.

"Sure. Dorentus," he mutters under his breath. "What the heck is dorentus?"

"You are," I mutter, waving my index finger in a circle near one ear.

"I'm not crazy."

I roll my eyes. "Matter of opinion."

We walk through one of the large arches, and I can tell there's something nearby. "It's here." My wings are practically vibrating.

I close my eyes, and suddenly, Morgan Le Faye is back and in control. "Vis uban. On na matta netario, ne que asordo."

"What?"

"She said it's a place of great power. It's necessary, but she can't help us," I translate.

"At least we know we're in the right place," Puck replies. "Is this it?" He points to a place where there were carvings in the rock. "It kinda looks like what you said earlier. Uh, the hic thing."

"Hic qua videeum," I correct. "Place of our legacy…"

Merlin kneels next to the stone, and uses his wand to move it aside. He pulls out a small, glowing orb.

"This is the moment of vermias," I mutter, taking it in my hands.

Merlin turns to Puck to translate, but he interrupts. "Moment of truth, I get it. I'm not stupid."

I turn it in my hands, feeling as if I was playing with a Rubik's Cube. After a few clicks, the bright red glow turns to a subdued purple that looked suspiciously like the planet about to cause Earth's annihilation.

"It's not working," I mutter. "We don't have enough tempus."

"Twelve hours isn't enough time?" Puck asks.

"No. It needs to be at Atlantis. I… I don't know how to work it. I was cruvis, and so was Merlin. I'm not an Alteran."

"Okay, so," Puck shoves a hand into his hair, "I'm going to assume cruvis means wrong. But, if you're not an Alteran, why were we able to get into Atlantis the first time?"

"Morgan, and the others."

"They're dead!" Merlin insists. "I didn't even know Morgan was alive."

"She's not. I," I sigh. "Let her explain it."

"I'm not alive," her voice comes from inside me. "Not in the corporeal sense."

"Are they still alive?" the wizard questions. "The others?"

"We found a way to shed our physical bodies, and ascend into a state of pure energy, on a higher plane of existence."

She stops, and I can feel a cold liquid rushing through my veins. I stifle a scream as it feels like my skin is being peeled away.

"Whoa," Puck mutters, along with a couple words in Faerie that he's not allowed to say around Daphne or Red, and especially not around Basil.

A white light surrounds us, and Morgan smiles at me. "Sorry for choosing you, but you seemed the best Grimm for the job. Merlin, if you want to redeem yourself in the eyes of the Alteran council, now would be the time. The entire planet has been evacuated. This device, in conjunction with Atlantis' shield generator, will momentarily bring Earth out of ordinary space time long enough for Nibiru to pass by without causing the planetary cores to explode."

"My fron hurts," Puck whispers to me, with a little smirk.

"What am I supposed to do?" Merlin asks, jaw clenched in determination.

"Merely put the device in the primary power grid at Atlantis, and the shields will raise automatically. Since Sabrina activated it," she waves a hand at the purple glow, "it will activate a subroutine that will extend the shield around the planet and bring it out of phase."

"There's a catch, isn't there?" I question. "There's always a catch."

She smiles softly, and the light around her swirls. "Yes. Ferryport Landing's shield is the same as the one the Alterans put around the Faerie kingdom before. The barrier will contain the reversed EM-field, and the new mutant fairies. Atlantis must be brought inside the barrier, and overpower it before bringing Earth out of phase, or else…"

"What?"

"I don't know. And that, in and of itself, should scare you." She sighs. "The others don't approve of my interference. But I think it was our fault."

"That's why I'm here," Merlin mumbles, as realization hits him. "Fugit ciruculum,omnes praclarush taonas."

"All must end, or, uh, it'll be lost in fire," I mutter to Puck.

"That would be bad."

"Understatement of the year," I tease. "What about me? I mean, will I lose the wings, and get sick?"

Morgan nods. "I must leave. Perennial adventus is near."

"And, that's bad?" Puck asks.

"Approaching disaster is bad, moron."

He throws up his hand. "I do not speak this crazy, ancient language, okay? I'm just some fairy!"

"You're Puck, and you're not just some fairy. You are the one who's going to get me through this, okay?" my voice quivers.

"I… okay."

"Okay." I smile, and take his hand. "Trust me?"

"If I have to."

I try to glare at him, and lose it, erupting into giggles. "Let's go." I open my wings, wanting to fly again before I'd lose the chance.

He takes my hand, and we race away, heading south. The quiet look of happiness on his face makes me grin.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"That's not nothing."

I laugh, and kiss his cheek softly.

"Oh."

"Yeah," I tease him. "Oh. Race ya." I let go of him, hurrying away.

He catches up with me and pounces. We do a few airborne somersaults before he slows us down, just short of hitting the icy cold ocean water.

"Gotcha."