Chapter: 11

SORRY! I had this piano thing then this other writing thing then this other thing. I had things…

To those of you who asked for more in the last chapter I am really sorry cause I originally had it where this chapter and the last one were one really long chapter, but I was afraid that no one would want to read a 4,000 word chapter. Sorry about that guys.

PLEASE READ (If you had an issue with the last chapter.)

Also I apologize if you didn't prefer the content in the last chapter, but if you think about this Arthur, whose from the medieval time period where they hunt magic and solve conflict with swords, wouldn't try to debate first pull blade later, especially if he thought it was a sorcerer working with his evil half sister! Yes I know Arthur also acts as a diplomat and that he doesn't pull a Kirk by destroying everything before trying to understand it, but he wakes up in a strange place which he can only explain as a place of magic, his wife's there in danger, and a few of his friends are missing. Now why, if anything arises that seems to threaten him in anyway, would he or any of the knights try to talk it out with their captors?

I really don't want to start anything with anyone who disliked the last chapter, you are all open to your opinions and I respect them, but I wanted to justify my writing.

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I can promise you that on my word as King.

As King.

King.

King.

The term bounced around in Dr. Brennan's head as she stood, straight-faced at the blonde 'King Arthur,' who was now exchanging unsavory words with Agent Booth. The one trying to justify his title and the other arguing that the young king was indeed a 'crackpot.' The 'knights' stood, swords at the ready if they thought they needed to act on the threat they gave to the watchful gazes of the scientists behind Brennan and Booth.

It is impossible. He really is insane. She thought behind her stone exterior, and then glanced at his companions who wore expressions that said they were ready to pounce if the occasion called for it. They all are.

The glimmer of the swords and gun crossed her vision and she realized how tiresome the weapons were beginning to be. This has to end, now, but how do you stop a lunatic with a sword.

Then an idea popped in her head. Disprove his reasoning, of course!

"And another thing-" Booth was adding another insult to the strewn he had been ranting, Brennan oblivious while she contemplated a way out of this situation, but the FBI agent was cut off when Brennan held her hand out to the side, motioning him to be silent. His eyes wheeled backwards at the abruptness, but they soon lowered as he nodded his head ever so slightly so she would know he understood and the foreigners would remain unaware.

With both sides keeping their weapons out, and Brennan and Booth now standing a few feet further back from the tips of the swords, Brennan raised her voice and caught the attention of the wary skeptics who were confused as to why the word battle between the king and the strange sorcerer had ceased so quickly.

"You are King Arthur?" Brennan began, not looking back at the confused and worried faces she was receiving from her friends, including Booth who was about to question her but stopped when he noticed the look in her eye. Like a cat playing with a mouse, she was just toying with them, trying to get the strangers to lower their weapons. A small smile appeared on Booth's face, before it disappeared as soon as it had arrived, his hard expression returning as he glared at the swordsman his gun was pointing at.

"Yes," Arthur stated, his body still rigid, the wariness in his eyes refusing to meet his voice. Brennan nodded as though she was agreeing with a small child that fairies existed.

"Then please, Sire, lower your sword and let us both explain ourselves," she said, adding to her façade by bowing at a 45 degree angle as she said the word 'Sire.'

Either Booth had sent them a look or they had gotten the hint on their own accord, but the rest of the team joined in.

"Please, Sir, we didn't realize who you were," Cam was the first one to speak up.

"This is all a big misunderstanding," Angela said looking into their eyes with a graceful look of pleading for them to understand, to buy into their deception. With a nod from Brennan, Booth lowered and holstered his weapon nodding his head towards the king.

Arthur stared at them with cold, unmoving eyes. I can't tell what they are up to but they are up to something. But he looked at each of their faces and the man's now empty hands, he was growing tired of this standoff and they did lower their weapons.

With a swift glance around his loyal men and his wife, who had looked up when the exchange of insults had ceased only to give her husband a stiff nod and look back down at the unmoving face of her friend, Arthur sighed. With a nod of his head, the knights, hesitantly, sheathed their swords in accordance to the sound of their king's sword being concealed.

Brennan heard the sigh of relief come from Hodgins who stood slightly in front of Angela and Cam behind her. With a genuine smile and flaccid exterior to emanate the fact that she meant no harm, Brennan looked down then back up but with a confused glare replacing her previous front.

"I apologize, sincerely, my Lord, but you see the reason I did not realize it was you is the fact that, well…" she said, her eyes wandering off to the side before they locked with Arthur's, a deadpan bit of skepticism in her eyes, revealing her true face. "The real King Arthur has been dead for the past thousand some years."

"What?" Arthur croaked out immediately after hearing his name put into such an absurd sentence. "No- no I certainly have not!"

What possible bewitchment could make this woman so insane? Arthur mulled over behind his confused expression. All of these people? Where could they have come up with such a ludicrous plot!

"Yes, he certainly has," Brennan said, emphasizing the he to enforce the fact that she believed he wasn't who he said he was, her eyes narrowing in determination to disprove his illogical thinking.

"Then explain us," Arthur retorted with the same determination to prove her wrong, to prove her to be the insane one.

"That's what we are trying to figure out," Brennan responded exasperatedly, crossing her arms as she had before.

"I have told you, I am King Arthur of Camelot," he said straightening up as though that would force them to believe him.

Unfortunately for him, the unimpressed look on the woman's face told him that approach wouldn't work.

"If that is true then how are you speaking English?" she said, pursing her lips and tilting her head, awaiting his brilliant response.

"What is that rubbish suppose to mean?" Arthur said scrunching up his face in confusion and looking towards the knights next to him, hoping they had some sort of response. Regrettably they wore the same bewilderment as their comrade. None of them knew of the nonsense this woman, this insane woman and her perplexing friends were spouting.

"You heard me," she said raising her eyebrows to show that she was serious. Her arms remained crossed except one hand flew up then returned to its origin position when she clarified what she had meant by her question, "The real King Arthur, spoken Brythonic, Welsh, some even believe Latin. So tell me how you and your friends speak English fluently?"

Arthur stared at her dumbfounded, his knights not doing much different.

Brennan stood there looking at them with a stance that showed that she knew she had won.

"Should have done your research," she said without a smile, only a tired look. She knew it was over by the confused looks on their faces.

"What's En-gl-esh?" Gwaine asked cautiously, stumbling over the word, the king still trying to figure out what she meant by 'spoken Welsh.' Of course I do everyone does. We are speaking it right now, even the strangers. Does she think… is she so crazy that she doesn't realize what language she is speaking?

Now it was Brennan and the team's turn to look confused.

Do they not realize… are they so insane that they think they are speaking a different language? Was the thought that past each of their minds.

"You know, English. The language we are speaking…as in right this moment," Booth said gesturing to their air with both hands, hoping they would drop the fruitcake act any second.

"No we are not," Arthur said narrowing his eyes.

"Arthur," Gwen cried softly, her breath hitching as she did, behind him, causing him to abandon watching the strangers and look back at his wife's surprised face. She had moved away from Merlin's unmoving body and over to another stone slab. Being still confused, his expression didn't change, but when he looked down at what caused her to sound so mortified, his mouth fell open.

From the slab it appeared to be a half statue of a knight jutting out of it, chainmail and a sword giving away what the artwork was intending it to be. But from where the head of the statue was suppose to be, the stone cracked and an open circle was left, revealing an aged skull, a very aged skull. Even from this distance Arthur could see it on her face, she knew that sword and that chainmail.

That is when Gwen looked up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks, and ran into his arms. He gently stroked her hair, trying to calm her down while solemnly looking at his fallen brother, the other knights taken aback but not taking their eyes off of their captors.

Elyan. The skull was Elyan's.

Elyan was dead.

But how? Arthur asked himself. Then it hit him, and the rage took over with full force.

"What have you done to Elyan!" he growled, spinning around so fast that Gwen didn't even realize how she ended up in Leon's gentle grasp, her grief clouding her caring of the situation as she continued to cry. "You have killed him!"

The team didn't skip a beat before they knew what the man was talking about: the mysterious body in the slab.

"What? No we didn't!" Hodgins shouted from the middle of the group.

"Liar!" Arthur shouted, his hand going for the hilt of his sword.

"No we didn't. He came to us like that," Brennan calmly explained, her arms going up to show she wasn't threatening, though her face showed how surprised she truly was.

"No more lies," Arthur said with a deadly gaze as he began to take out his sword.

"Please, believe me. We didn't harm any of you," Brennan said, keeping the same tone, pleading both with her words and her eyes.

Breathing through his nose with an intense rage Arthur paused for a second when he met her gaze but continued to pull his sword out a few more inches when he felt something grasp his arm. He stopped with his sword, and looked over to see his wife's tear-filled eyes.

"I t-think they are telling the truth," she said weakly, looking over at the doctor's pleading look. He followed her gaze and then looked back into Gwen's brown eyes, into her pleading look.

With a heavy sigh he pushed his sword back into its case and looked at the strangers once more, this time his wife hugging his arm.

"Please," he said, a newfound sadness filling his voice after realizing his brother in law was now dead. "Just tell us who you are. Where are we? Please."

Brennan was a bit taken aback by this. A second ago he was threatening them, Booth had just taken his hand off his gun when the sword went back away, now he was pleading with her.

Something in her went out to the man and the woman before her. They looked broken. Genuinely heartrending over the loss of the man.

A silence overtook the entire lab. Both sides just stood there, unmoving and starring at one another.

Until a realization dawned on Cam, causing her to look around frantically, confusing the others in the process.

"Cam," Booth asked warily.

"Where's Dr. Patrick?" she asked suddenly.

"What?" Booth inquired, turning his head slightly.

"We never went to get him. We were going to but we never did. I just realized when I was thinking that this insanity wouldn't have happened if I just had told that annoying British doctor that he needed to go somewhere else. Where is he?" Cam explained and realization swept through the Jeffersonian group.

Arthur and the knights however were confused as to who they were talking about.

"Who's Patrick?" Arthur asked. Brennan stopped wandering over the room with her eyes and answered him, surprisingly.

"He's the man who holds the answers," she said, a little sarcasm hinting in her head as she thought at least he better be.

With that the scientists separated to look for the foreign doctor, leaving Booth to watch over the 'visitors,' although, the medieval group only stood silently, a few watching Booth, but all silently grieving the loss of a friend and a brother.