Chapter: 8

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"Whoa! Put down the sword buddy!" Booth commanded as he whipped out his gun from its holster, but the long haired man did not listen.

The pounding in Gwaine's head was similar to the morning head aches he receives from the tavern. Lately though he hadn't had the chance to go down to the Rising Sun. He'd been too busy with the extra patrols Arthur had been putting them on. It was for this reason Gwaine was wondering how he received this pain in his skull.

The room was strange, like nothing he'd ever seen before. It was beyond description. Beyond his comprehension at the moment, due to the sharp strike he felt through his brain. The only description his eyes could send his brain was a room that was large and seemed to be made of a mixture of metals and unfamiliar stone. He was like a statue staring at the people, he suspected, who had captured him.

Perhaps one of these strange bandits had given him a blow to his head, but it really was no concern at the moment. There were more pressing matters at hand.

When he had first got a look of his surrounding's the first things he saw were his friends oblivious to the world around them and eyes closed. Now he was holding one of their captors hostage waiting for answers to the many questions going about in his head.

Where am I? What happened? Is this Morgana's doing? Who are they? Are my friends alright? The questions kept raging through his mind as he stared down the man who seemed to be the biggest threat, careful to glance at the other three in case they'd try something as well.

He took his eyes off the four people in front of him, two men and two women, and stole a glance at his friends. They seemed to still be unconscious on stone, dusty slabs. Pieces of rock were scattered on the slab as well. This scared him. Rituals usually required stone slabs, dangerous rituals of sorcerers, which is why he asked his next question.

"What have you done to my companions?" he yelled towards the strangers in his still hoarse voice.

"I said put it down, now!" Booth yelled in response. Gwaine's grip tightened both on his sword and the waist of the woman he was holding as the man pointed, what appeared to be, a metal tube at him.

Probably a sorcerer's weapon Gwaine reasoned in his mind. Wonder if it shoots fire?

With a scowl at Booth's determined face, Gwaine looked the metal tube over from a distance.

It probably shoots fire he concluded, returning to stare down the four who were awaiting his response.

"I said drop it," Booth said with a straight face.

"Please," the woman in Gwaine's arms begged. He spared a look down, but did not loosen his grip. He returned to looking towards the sorcerer.

"Listen sorcerer," Gwaine growled out. "You will release my comrades and myself immediately or face the penalty of death forced upon by the highest authority of the land."

"Sorcerer?" Hodgins repeated the word tilting his head towards Gwaine in the process.

"No you listen bud, I don't know where you come from, but around here the highest authority in the land is on my side. So back off," Booth stated keeping his gun aimed at Gwaine's shoulder of the arm which contained the sword. He pointed to himself with his non-trigger hand and his eyes narrowed when he said 'my'.

Gwaine's eyes pointed in response. He was just about to open his mouth once more when one of the women stepped forth. Now his eyes widened.

"Enough," Brennan commanded to him in a calm, stern voice.

"Bones," the sorcerer whispered glancing over at the woman wearing unusual blue clothing. Her hands were white due to some sort of gloves, but they weren't made of leather. There seemed to be a lot of unfamiliar materials used by the strange kidnappers. A scowl was engraved on her face as she stood a mere five feet away from Gwaine.

"I said enough," Brennan stated, weather it had been towards Booth or Gwaine was unknown, but neither dropped their weapons. With that she crossed her arms and tilted her head in what could only be described as annoyance.

"The charade is over. You've all had a nice laugh, but you can tell Dr. Patrick that I do not find it amusing for my work to be compromised due to childish pranks, played by incompetent fools," as she spoke her voice rose in irritation, her head shaking as it did.

"Bones!" Booth said through gritted teeth, not taking his eyes off of Gwaine. "Back off!"

"No, Booth. I refuse to play in Patrick's humorless game any longer," Brennan stated bluntly, yet calmly as she took another step forward.

"Dr. B, I'd stay back if I were you," Hodgins warned from his position next to Booth and Angela, his hand dropping from where his chin had been resting in his palm in a pose of deep concentration as the word sorcerer bounced around his mind. He pushed the word back and refocused on the situation.

"It's fake! None of this is real," Brennan snapped back with a slight furrow of her brow. This caused Hodgins to take a step behind Booth when he noticed Gwaine tense up on the sword when the angry atmosphere caught up with the knight. Brennan took a deep breath and turned to face a confusedly looked Gwaine. Her face returned to a stone composure as she calmly spoke. "It's all a hoax. Tell them. Tell them how Patrick hired you to make us all look like a bunch of fools."

"Even if it is a prank I don't think now is a good time to discuss it," Angela told Brennan from her position across the room with a nervous smile and glance at Gwaine's defensive pose.

"Why not? It's not as if anyone is in any real danger here," Brennan gave a humorless laugh and threw her hands up in the air.

"Because the sword is real Bones!" Booth shouted seriously behind the gun. "Look at it!"

"Oh, please. It's just a well made representation of what a medieval sword would look like," Brennan sneered as she took a step closer to Gwaine and Cam.

"Get back!" Gwaine yelled. He kept his strong grip on Cam as he extended his sword as a warning towards Brennan.

"Bones!"

"Dr. B!"

"Dr. Brennan!"

Ouch! Was the thought that came to her mind as she withdrew her hand from where she had poked the tip of the blade with her outstretched palm. She looked down at her now injured hand. Blood began to ooze from the shallow wound and through the newly made slit in the latex glove. Her eyes widened as she looked up in time to see Gwaine returning the blade to Cam's bare neck. It is real!

"But-" Brennan began to question what her eyes told her so softly that no one could hear her, but she stopped. She switched her gaze between the blood on her hand, as she pressed the other hand on it, and the stranger before her.

"Who are you?" Brennan asked loud enough for all to hear. Gwaine couldn't even make a facial expression n response before a moan from two slabs down sent everyone's attention to a curly blonde haired man as he rose from his stone bed.

"Ugh, my head," he said to himself as he rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palms. He opened them and slowly moved his head around, trying to get a bearing of his surroundings.

His eyes widened when his blurred vision landed on Gwaine holding a woman captive and four others surrounding him. He couldn't make out anything about the figures, just colors and wavy shapes. His head was killing him. He rubbed it once more with his palm.

"Gwaine?" the newly awaken man asked warily. All of the strangers' eyes were on him now. He couldn't really see them but he could feel them.

"Leon," Gwaine acknowledged with a nod, keeping hold of Cam.

"Mind telling me what is going on?" Leon asked eyelids still raised to the maximum.

Gwaine whipped his head around just as Booth was taking a step closer to him, trying to grab the woman while he was distracted.

In response Gwaine squeezed Cam into a tight head lock, only exposing enough of her neck for the blade of the sword to rest warningly against. His brow creased in determination as Booth took a step back.

"Ask them," Gwaine growled back, keeping his intense expression.

Leon gave a shake of his head, trying to clear up the fuzzy cloud invading his view and followed Gwaine's gaze. All he could do was widen his eyes at the sight he saw.

He was right in what he seen. Gwaine was holding a woman hostage while two men and two other women surrounded him, but Leon had not expected the bizarre world he had entered. He didn't even know what it really was that was surrounding him. Even the walls and floor seemed unusual. The clothes the people were wearing. Were they in a far off kingdom? And what was the one man holding? A piece of metal?

Is he pointing that at Gwaine? Leon asked himself. He followed the line of the metal's end to Gwaine's shoulder. Yes he is? But what would a piece of metal do?

"Gwaine?" Leon called returning his eyes to his friend, but Gwaine did not return the call.

"What have you done to us? Where have you taken us? Tell me sorcerer!" Gwaine barked out questions staring directly at Booth.

"Sorcerer? Is this the work of Morgana?" Leon, his voice rough like Gwaine's had been, asked, cutting into Gwaine's interrogation.

"Well who else could it be," Gwaine said laced with sarcasm. His voice, no longer coarse from disuse, returned to Booth. "Now tell me what you have done to us."

"We haven't done anything?" Hodgins spoke up, stepping next to Booth. Gwaine did not move his eyes but the shorter man caught Leon's attention.

"Then who did?" Leon asked with compete confusion filling his voice.

"I… I don't really know," was all Hodgins could say with a mixture of a shrug and outstretched arms flying up and down. Leon tilted his head at the un-useful information.

"Leon! Don't believe them, their lying! Probably another one of Morgana's tricks," Gwaine shouted without looking at the other knight.

Another wave of throbbing squeezed Leon's skull along with sudden realization.

"Gwaine, where's the King and Queen?" Leon asked, his eyes frantically searching the room.

"I don't know. Over there somewhere. I saw them, they're unconscious," Gwaine's eyebrow rose, but he did not turn his head as he spoke.

Leon stopped his search when he spotted Arthur, unconscious just as Gwaine had said. He quickly bolted off the stone slab, ignoring both the sheering pain in his skull and the eyes of a few of the strangers, and walked towards his comatose leader.

"Sire," Leon called in a loud, yet soft voice as he stood over Arthur's still form. "Sire. Wake-up sire. My lord, you must wake up."

Leon put his hand on Arthur's shoulder and shook him gently. Still, Arthur did not stir. Leon saw him breathing, so he wasn't dead, but why wasn't he waking up?

"Gwaine-" Leon began as he turned back around, towards the hostage situation, when the person next to Arthur awoke with a large in take of air, thus causing Leon to leap backward almost hitting the sleeping Arthur behind him with a flailing hand.

With a squint of his face the man sucked in another breath as he slowly opened his eyes.

"Percival? Are you alright?" Leon asked once his heart stopped racing from the sudden shock, and he leaned in closer to the giant.

Percival slowly turned his head and scrunched up his face when he landed on Leon, like he was trying to clear his vision. With a slow nod and another sharp intake of breath Percival slowly rose, rubbing the back of his head.

"Jeez, it's zombie central around here," Leon heard the supposed sorcerer with the piece of metal say sardonically. With a shake of his head, Leon returned to the situation at hand.

"Percival you must help me wake the King. I do not yet know what has happened or where we are, but we must first wake him.

"Arthur," a soft voice cooed from another slab. Both men turned to face the sounds origin and rushed over when they saw a disgruntled Gwen trying to sit up.

"My Lady," Leon said with concern as he took both of her hands in his, bending down to reach her at eye level. From her now sitting position with her legs and the skirt of her dress sprawled out in front of her on the slab, her face twisted as one hand jolted out of Leon's grasp. The hand rose to her forehead with the thumb on the right side and the other fingers stretched out to the left temple. After a few seconds she lowered her hand and turned, with her eyes still closed, towards the knight. When she opened them she, like the rest, shook her head and refocused her vision until there was a sharp image of a worried Leon before her.

"Leon," she let out as a soft breath of relief. The relief slowly turned to panic, as she asked, "Where's Arthur?"

She began to turn her head, searching for him. She returned to Leon as he spoke.

"He's right there," Leon said pointing towards the slab a short distance away, Gwen following his arm then returning to his face as he continued. "We don't know where we are or how we got here, and at the moment we have a situation."

Leon looked over his shouldet at the unchanging, hostile events behind him. Gwen also saw Gwaine and gave Leon a look of confusion when his eyes returned to hers.

A moment of silence overtook the room as everyone was left to think of answers to the confusing questions. That silence was broken by a gasp similar to Percival's.

Gwen, Leon, and Percival all turned around to see Arthur, still lying on his back, as he rubbed his head, his eyes remaining closed. Gwaine glanced over then whipped his head back around to face his new foe once more.

"Arthur," Gwen shouted jumping up without warning and hastily moving to stand next to Arthur.

"Gwen?" Arthur whispered back as his eyelids shot open. The first sight he saw was a small smile on Gwen's face. Her hands held one of his while the other laid on his chest. He let out a grunt of pain as he also rose to a sitting position.

The second sight he saw was his strange surroundings and two of his knights beginning to crowd around him.

"Where are we?" Arthur asked Leon as he held himself up on his elbows.

Leon opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by one of the strangers.

"Who are you?" a voice asked from behind them.

All four of them whirled around to face the woman who had spoke ten feet from them, past a few now empty slabs. She held her gloved hand in the other as a few scarlet drops squeezed out from the crease where the two hands met.

"Who are you?" Brennan asked again genuinely confused as she looked between the four new faces and Cam's captor.