Chapter: 7

…I'm sorry…so sorry. Truly I am.

(Gives a nice, old tenth doctor hug to all readers.)

But seriously I am sorry. I had this two week thing. Then I had problems posting again. And yeah I feel really bad for not updating sooner. :/

Anyways I honestly don't know if I am doing either of these shows justice, but thanks for your wonderful reviews and for reading the words of my crazed imagination.

Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin or Bones. I do own a sonic screwdriver and a Merlin poster though. :3

Everything was still.

That was the only way to describe it. Still.

No one moved. No one spoke. There wasn't a thought on anyone's mind. The world was a blank existence for every person who witnessed the supposed dead people open their eyes and breathe as they laid in the remnants of their stone graves.

For a split second the world was silent, unmoving, and once that second passed the world erupted into utter chaos.

"What the heck was that?" Hodgins yelled to no one in particular.

"What's going on," Angela asked coming up the steps of the platform, an equally confused Booth following her. By the looks etched on her companions' faces, at least from what she could see from the floor, something was up. She always missed the excitement.

"The bodies," was all Hodgins could croak out. He looked down at one of the, now breathing, bodies. He was a giant, nearly twice the size of Hodgins. Yet somehow the simple fact that the dead giant was now breathing, was what really frightened the entomologist.

"Dr. Brennan?" Cam asked, mouth still loosely hanging, turning to face the equally bewildered doctor. There was no response from Brennan as she continued to stare at the body which had breathed first. The man's raven hair wildly flamed out in a tangled mess as he slowly breathed in and out, as all of the bodies breathed. More shouts of confusion and pure astonishment filled the lab's air, but Brennan heard none of them.

They are breathing.

That was her first thought. The bodies, the supposed miracles from thousand of years ago, were breathing.

This is a hoax, was her second thought.

Bones from thousands of years ago encased in stone, she could accept. Fully fleshed thousand year old bodies, she could accept. Heck she could even find a way to believe that blood could be persevered for a thousand years.

But breathing? Thousand year old fleshed, blood-filled remains breathing? No, this had to be a trick.

But it can't be. The stone was dated. The skull was dated. The x-rays. There was no breaking in the stone. This is real. Her own thoughts reminded her, but she gave no mental or physical response.

She stood there in the middle of the platform, unmoving. It was almost as if she were the one now encased in the stone. She knew that people were speaking. She knew that there was some commotion going on, but all she could do was stand there because…the dead are coming back to life.

Her trance ended unexpectedly when two hands grasped her shoulders and began to shake her entire body.

"Dr. Brennan! Dr. Brennan! Temperance!"

Brennan sharply turned, at the sound of her first name, to look at the person shaking her. Cam stared back, her eyes a mixture of shock, confusion, and worry. She looked past her colleague, and at the scene of disorder engulfing the platform.

"What do you mean by the bodies? What about them? Jack?" Angela waved her hand in front of his unresponsive face as he continued to be in a trance similar to the one Brennan was just coming out of.

In another corner Booth was, unsuccessfully, trying to acquire the details of the events from the interns who coward, some still holding chisels, in a group. By the shakes of their heads, it was reasonable to assume that they hadn't seen what the team had.

The interns were in the dark. Actually, as Brennan looked around the large room and saw the concerned faces looking up at her, everyone was lost. No one had seen the breathing, no one but the three doctors standing in the middle of it.

Something clicked in Brennan's mind.

They didn't know, and they shouldn't know.

Weather this be a humorless prank, or a miracle discovery. They didn't know, and the less who did the better.

That is why the doctor ran down the steps of the platform, ignoring the surprised looks of the interns, Booth and Cam, lifted the glass door of the small box, and slammed her hand on the large red button located on the wall.

"Everybody out!" she yelled as red lights and an alarm began to ring.

Without hesitation, every person in the section of building began filing out of the glass doors. The interns, the security, the other scientists, everyone walked calmly out of the lab doors, only chancing one look at the doctor who had pushed the emergency button so suddenly.

Everyone left, except for the team and Booth.

"Why did you just do that?" Booth asked from the railing of the platform. He threw his arms up and back down in exasperation from his spot on the rising. His mouth hung open as he put his hands on his sides pulling the edges of his suit jacket back to reveal his 'cocky' belt buckle, waiting for an answer. When her only reply was to walk calmly back onto the platform, he huffed and crossed his arms.

"Could someone please tell me what the heck is going on?" he asked the doctors and artist, who only glanced up at him. One hand went to his side while the other wildly flung around in the air as he shouted as loud as he could, "And could someone please shut off that stupid alarm!"

Brennan ignored her partner's stare as she walked past the two, still stunned scientists and stood next to the black haired man once more. She didn't know weather she was surprised or relieved when his eyes were closed.

It must of happened turning the alarm she thought. Maybe before. Perhaps they had closed as fast as they had opened, she had just been in to much of a trance to notice. Her eyes traveled down his neck, stopping at the rise and fall of his chest. He seemed like he was sleeping. Eyes are closed, but still breathing.

She walked around the platform, and found that all of the 'remains'' eyes were closed and their chests moving. It was then that she turned to face her stunned team and an upset Booth.

"Dr. B?" Hodgins said warily, hoping there would be some great form of explanation from his friend. "Why did you turn the alarm on?"

"I needed everyone to leave," Brennan responded matter of fact like, as if her reasoning for pushing the alarm button was completely justifiable.

"Why?" Angela asked in the same tone as Hodgins'.

"If this is all a hoax, which I am certain it is, there's no need for the Jeffersonian to look like fools in front of a larger crowd," Brennan explained with a frown, crossing her arms and tilting her head to the left, waiting for someone to agree with her reasoning.

There was another moment of silence, not the same silence as before, but silence nonetheless. It was Cam who stepped forward next.

"I know it's unlikely, impossible really, but we dated the stone. You even ran the test on the skull. As much as I have to deny it by scientific norms, this is real," Cam said shaking her head slowly, almost to emphasis the meaning of her words. "Think logically. Based on the facts, going by the data we have collected, the only logical answer is these remains that are breathing are genuine."

"Logic?" Brennan repeated with a cheerless smirk. "This is anything but logic! These bodies go against the very law of nature. If anything the only logical answer is that this is a trick. A well-planned out, well-executed trick, nothing more nothing less."

"But-" Cam began softly. Her head moved side from side, her eyes closed as she did so.

"Where's Dr. Patrick?" Dr. Brennan asked throwing her hands up and letting them fall to her side before crossing her arms once more. Her next words came out as acid causing a scowl to grace her features. "I'm sure he can tell us of how his Department brilliantly tricked us into believing that this was all real. That there were actually thousand year old remains that still bled."

Cam opened her mouth then stopped. Where was Dr. Patrick? He didn't leave with the crowd. Was he still in the examination room?

Right before Cam could answer with 'I don't really know where he is', a sound occurred and drew all attention to it, the sound of clanking metal.

It was because of that sound three scientists, one artist, and one FBI agent whipped their heads around to look at a man in chainmail and had a few pieces of armor around the arms, though one metal-ringed covered sleeve was still rolled up from where blood had, at least had been attempted, to be drawn from the arm a few hours earlier. In his hand he still held a sword though he seemed to have a looser grip then when he had been a statue. His brown hair traveled across his scalp and reached where his neck ended. He still lay on the red cape, but it shifted underneath him as he attempted to raise his head.

"Gods! What hit me?!" the man asked in a very hoarse, sore throat way. His eyes remained closed, but somehow the rest of him was able to move because his arm suddenly shot to his moving head when an apparent pain to his forehead surfaced. His other hand still held onto the sword, but with an even lesser hold than before.

Unlike the previous surprise, everything wasn't as silent.

"Did he just talk?!" Booth bellowed towards Brennan, his index finger jabbing at the air towards the man. Shock was evident on both his and Angela's faces. They hadn't noticed the breathing. They had been too caught up in asking the scientists what was wrong and figuring out the alarm incident to check the bodies themselves.

Hodgins glanced over at the two partners then back at the man who was suddenly speaking, though at a very soft level. It was barely audible. Cam also kept focus on him and was debating with Hodgins on weather she should approach him, but Angela was following Brennan's explanation with Booth.

"The bodies are breathing. They are alive," Brennan stated, a look of annoyance crept onto her face. Booth's and Angela's mouths dropped.

"How's that possible?" Angela asked glancing between Booth and Brennan.

"Uh, guys," Hodgins' nervous voice whispered back towards the storytelling behind him and Cam.

"It's not," Brennan stated blankly. "None of this is real. It's a sick practical joke that the Untied Kingdom's Science Department, more likely Dr. Patrick, devised."

"Guys," Hodgins' volume grew, as did the desperation in his voice, but he was still ignored by the three who continued to converse.

"Why would Fancy Pants do something like that?" Booth asked.

"I don't know. Probably to boost his ego," Brennan answered looking towards the wall opposite of Hodgins and Cam.

"Guys!" Hodgins practically screamed. This time the three pairs of eyes landed on him. The desperation and concern in his voice caused everyone's spine to tremor. "We have a problem!"

They followed his gaze to a scene none of them thought they would ever see.

There, a look of pure fear on her face, was Cam standing by the remnants of the chiseled stone, and standing behind her was the long haired man. Both sleeves now returned to their proper position. His red cape now draped behind him, and the color matching the hue of his angry, determined face as he stared the four watchers down. In his leather-gloved hand he held the sword with a grip that would choke a man to death instantly. The object at the tip of that sword was what froze everyone's blood in their veins.

At the tip of that sword, the receiving end of that sharp blade, was Cam's throat.

"I am only going to ask this once," the man's still hoarse, but much louder voice rang through the practically empty lab. Fury clouded his eyes as they switched between the two men and two woman, standing hopelessly by as their friend was held captive.

"Where the heck am I?!"