Author's Note: Okay, I think I was a dirty in this chapter. Tell me if you think so. And it is certainly longer than the last chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or Merlin

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"So now that all that hullabaloo is over with what are you going to do?" Merlin asked Rachel and Galahad, who were sitting in across from him.

Rachel giggled as Galahad whispered in her ear. "Well, there are a few things I still have to take care of," she said. "But afterwards I thought I might show Galahad the ropes, maybe go on holiday. I hear New Zealand's nice this time of year."

Merlin quirked an eyebrow. "The ropes? There are ropes?"

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Shut up."

Arthur smacked him on the arm. "Yeah, otherwise you'll miss what's coming next."

"What's coming next?" Merlin looked confused. "How do you know what's coming next? And why would I be missing it?"

Arthur shook his head. "You really are an idiot." He rubbed his hands together in readiness. "So, come on. What things do you have to take care of?"

"Well, I really shouldn't have put that spell on your father," she began only to be interrupted.

"What?!" Arthur exclaimed, rushing to his feet. "You put a spell on my father?"

She shrugged. "Yeah. Why else would he keep playing paper scissors rock with himself all the time?"

Arthur blinked and sat down slowly. "Oh. Right."

Rachel waited but it didn't seem as though there'd be any more interruptions. "Anyway, your father may begin to deteriorate...uh, mentally. So it would probably be good if he, you know, abdicated. Just to be sure."

Arthur narrowed his eyes. "You weren't spying on a particular council meeting earlier today by any chance, were you?"

It was Rachel's turn to blink. "No, why?"

"No reason," Arthur said, leaning back. "Continue."

"Right..." She waited a bit then continued. "So...you know what you're meant to do, right? You and Merlin bring magic back to the land. No more of this "it's magic – kill it" business, okay? And play nice with the other kids. I want nice, clean fun."

Arthur pouted. "So...no battles?"

Rachel shook her head.

"Jousts?"

She thought. "Maybe...but only if the Dragons are allowed to supervise. You two are very precious to this kingdom."

"Oh, we weren't going to do any jousting – Merlin can't, anyway – it just all of those sweaty men..." Arthur's eyes grew dreamy. Merlin smacked his arm.

"Ow," Arthur said, glaring at Merlin while rubbing his very sore arm. "You were thinking it too."

Galahad rolled his eyes. "I really don't see what you saw in him," he said to Rachel.

She looked a bit panicked. "Right. Yes. Um, so where was I? Right. Next thing." She took a deep breath as Arthur and Merlin looked on in amusement. "Where exactly did Peter and Gabriel disappear to?"

Arthur looked at Merlin who shrugged. "Don't know," Arthur said. "Last I heard, Peter was punishing Gabriel pretty bad for faking his death. But," he added after a moment. "I think I remember Peter saying something about yelling if we needed them? Merlin? Do you remember that?"

Merlin nodded. "Yeah. I think his exact words were 'If you need us, give us a yell. And, uh, don't need us, okay?'" He nodded again.

Arthur frowned. "I don't remember that last bit."

Merlin tapped the side his head. "Mind stuff, baby."

Rachel stood up. "Peter. Gabriel. Get your asses down here this instant!"

Only a few seconds passed. Galahad was impressed. He wouldn't have been that quick.

Peter and Sylar entered, grumbling. Well, Peter was grumbling. Sylar couldn't be stuffed grumbling – he just grinned at anything that moved and a lot of things that didn't.

"What?" Peter – shock, horror! – grumbled. "We were in the middle of something very important."

"You have a choice to make," Rachel said, ignoring him and getting to the serious part very quickly.

"Hey...isn't that...?" Galahad began, pointing out of the window. Everyone shushed him.

"What kind of choice?" Peter said sulkily. He'd been enjoying himself – Peter did not like being interrupted during moments like that. They rarely came around.

"Well, either I send you back to your own time or you stay here," she replied, hoping that he wouldn't ask that question. "Pretty simple, really."

Peter's eyes narrowed. Damn. "Wait. You can send us back? Did you bring us here?"

Rachel looked guilty. "Yes," she said very quietly.

"Oh," Peter said. "Thank you."

Rachel blinked. Had he just said that? She tried to muster some semblance of dignity. "Right. Anyway. Um. So, you have a choice. Now, I should probably tell you that if you choose to go back you won't remember anything that happened unless, well, since I'm pretty powerful I could probably do something for you if you asked nicely..."

"You brought us here," Peter said, his voice hard. "I think you owe us that."

"Phew," she said, relieved. Thank goodness, he was angry. His niceness had put her off guard a bit. "Well, yes, I do. You will remember if you kiss within five minutes of being sent back. Otherwise you will not remember anything."

"Well, that's stupid," Merlin said.

She shrugged. "What can you do? You always have to add a little 'can they actually do it in time?' It's a rule and everything." She turned back to Peter and Sylar. "So? Are you ready to make the choice?"

Peter looked at Sylar to find him gazing back. Then he turned back. "It's been great, hanging out with you guys. Really, it has. But sometimes people need...amenities to survive. Like a shower, for instance."

"Ooh, and a TV, don't forget that," Sylar chimed in.

Peter nodded. "Right. So I think we'll choose to go back."

"But what if you don't kiss in time?" Arthur asked. In the background Galahad had stood up and wandered over to the window, frowning.

Peter smiled at an equally smiling Sylar and took his hand, squeezing it gently. "Oh, we'll kiss in time. Don't you worry about that."

Rachel was silent for a moment then nodded to herself. "Right. Go stand over there." She motioned them to go stand by the door.

Just as she raised her arms Sylar asked, "Will things be different, by the way? With Arthur having ruled for many many years?"

Rachel grinned. "Oh yes." She lowered her arms in a very grand gesture, if she said so herself.

They were gone.

"Okay, now that that's taken care of will you listen to me now?" Galahad said, a little peeved.

Rachel sighed. "What is it now, honey?"

Galahad pointed. "Isn't that Father and Guinevere galloping away on that white horse?"

They gathered around the window. All except Arthur who, upon hearing the words 'white horse,' looked absolutely shit scared and ran out of the room, shouting, "Nooo! Come back! Come back, Binky!"

After awhile Merlin followed, rolling his eyes. Stupid Lancelot. Really shouldn't have taken the prince's – well, soon be the King's – favourite horse. On second thought, it was probably Gwen's idea. One last joke. She'd pay dearly.

Rachel glanced over at Galahad and shrugged. "Kids. What're you going to do with them?"

Galahad grinned and pulled her into his arms. "Now...where were we before they interrupted?"

"I think...right about here..."

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THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER, OKAY?

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