Disclaimer: I do not own Bones or Merlin.

"What exactly is the game plan, Bones," Booth asked in a whisper tone as they stood a few feet from the lab steps. The motley group of warriors and royalty were standing in a tight group. Despite how the woman, the one who was quietly sobbing into her presumably husband's shirt, had seemed to convince her friends that the team meant no harm, the blonde man was intensely glaring at the scientist and agent who were left to keep an eye on them. The "King" didn't seem to appreciate their whispering.

"I don't have a plan, Booth," was Brennan hushed response, she had come back earlier than the others, worrying what these people were capable of. Booth sent her an exasperated look, but all she could say was, "They actually believe that they're ancient kings from legends. I don't know how to convince them, especially when they don't even realize that they are speaking English."

Booth looked up at the blonde who had looked away to say something to the woman in his arms. Booth frowned at the scene. Despite the circumstances, Booth really wanted to offer the girl some form of consoling: he never liked to see crying women. He looked back at his partner after a second.

"Well who are they?" He asked.

"What?" she asked in return while also sending him a inquiring look.

"Well if they aren't really apart of the Monty Python cast, then who are they?"

"I'm not sure, actors perhaps," she said looking back at the group. "Maybe Patrick did hire them, maybe they aren't really insane, more likely this is an elaborate stunt brought on by either ours or London's administrative office. It might be to test how far scientists of the Jeffersonian are willing to believe the absurd."

"I don't know," Booth stared at the woman who was still crying.

"What? You actually believe that man is King Arthur?"

"No, of course I don't! It's just that's not an act," he said not taking his eyes away.

Brennan turned and looked up at the unmoving Booth. He was looking at the weeping woman without any sign of doubt on his facial features, which caused a monumental amount to appear on hers. Booth had a way of reading people. If he said that the woman was genuinely mourning where did that leave them? Who were these people if the man was actually one of their dead comrades?

Just as she turned back to face them, Cam returned shaking her head. She didn't find the missing Dr. Patrick and it was evident on her face that she wasn't happy about it. If only the annoying man had told them which room he was goanna be in.

"Couldn't find him?" Booth asked, knowing the answer.

She just gave a half smile, showing she wasn't even in the mood for small chit chat. Booth was about to send a sarcastic grin to the anthropologist, but stopped when he saw how scrunched up her face was towards the stone slabs.

"What?" he asked.

"We haven't released the other man yet," Brennan responded, a hint of concern was evident on her face.

As soon as she swiped her ID card and taken her first step the people on top took a few steps back, watching her intently. She ignored their stares and moved straight to the statue that was still intact exempt for the crack from where she had started to cut into the stone.

"What are you doing?" Arthur asked from his current position. He didn't like the way she was looking at that statue. He knew what that slab of rock was, with unease evident in his voice.

"You said you wanted to know what happened to your friends, well on of them is apparently in here," she stated. Arthur didn't answer but didn't make a move to stop her either.

She picked up the chisel, despite the questioning looks she was given from Cam, Booth, and those behind her, and started to continue the line. No one tried to stop her, frankly no one knew what she was doing, but when she was finished she had completely uncovered the body of the last man.

"Sir Kay!" Leon shouted as he rushed besides the woman.

Arthur stood torpidly with his wife in his arms, he was praying to the Gods that his knight would be okay. He was dreading to see the last encased man. He didn't exactly know for certain that he and everyone had been the stone, but there were two things for sure. If they had been in the stone, they had managed to make it out, meaning they were alive, even Merlin who was still unconscious was out, and those who were still encased were dead. Something in the pit of his stomach just let him know that Kay was not going to wake up.

Leon took a step forward, reaching his hand out to stir the other knight to consciousness, but before he touched the man's shoulder, he stopped because he saw the blue colored lips of the man and his lack of breathing.

Kay was dead.

No one knew what to do. Everyone just stood dumbfounded, until Leon turned to Brennan and asked with a fire in his eyes, "What did you do?"

"Nothing," was her rushed response, but it was clear that she. "I just realized that he was still encased, and I was confused as to why he didn't wake up, as well. Honestly I didn't do this to him!"

"Bones!" Booth called as he and Cam finally reached their position on the floor. The two had started up the stairs as soon as they saw the man accused her. "What happened?"

"Then what did?" Gwaine said, his tone accusing as he ignored the two newcomers.

Brennan stared at the body. Why was this man dead, when all the others seemed to have rise from their graves? She thought back to that moment, when the bodies had first awoken creating this particular mess they were currently in. Each step of the process replayed in her mind. She and the interns chiseling out the first knight. She noticed the blood. She went and chiseled out the others. The dark haired man opened his eyes right when she was starting to chisel out this one, presumably the famous 'Sir Kay.' Then they all came to life and she hit the button…realization dawned on her.

They came to life when she had just started to open up the last statue. The man was still encased in stone…

"I think he suffocated," she whispered out, but in the silence everyone heard her speak.

"What?" Booth asked.

"I was opening up the statues, and then they came to life all at once before I got the chance to open up this one. I think the man came to life while he was still encased in stone," she looked confused by the situation. In truth she was. The more these events played out the more she began to realize how unlikely it was that this was all fake.

"Meaning he couldn't breath in the stone," Cam finished the thought for her.

Leon looked into her eyes as she spoke and stared at her, trying to read her. Apparently he saw something that told him to trust her cause his eyes, suddenly softened.

He gave a stiff nod and one last look at the remains before sending one to Arthur and the rest. In unison they gathered around the stone and began to discuss in whispered tones what had just occurred. Brennan walked away, numb to her brain from what she had just witnessed, and even more for how well the man's so called 'friends' had just taken his death. Was it common for them to loose someone? Where on Earth are these people from?

She couldn't really pinpoint what was occurring, but she was goanna find out.

Before anyone could say anything though, Hodgins came back into the room, drawing everyone's attention on him.

"Hey everyone," he sounded almost cheerful, oblivious to what had just happened. "Look who I found in the furthest examine room."

All attention then went towards the slightly chubby man following the entomologist. Brennan in particular was sending him an odd look. He walked with that same sense of authority as before, but it was different. It wasn't like he was in charge, it was more like he thought he was entailed respect, as though everyone should bow down to him. Even more so he didn't waddle as he walked instead he took each step in a careful glide so he appeared, for lack of a better word, graceful. Brennan blew it off quickly, deciding that the current mystery was enough to figure out.

"There you are!" Cam shouted from her positions by the empty slabs.

Hodgins quickly looked around at the people who were know surrounding a slab off to the side, wondering why their sudden change in mood when he realized Dr. Patrick was staring off at the ceiling.

"Uh, doctor?" he grabbed his attention, the man jolted when he realized that someone was speaking to him. "This way."

"Oh…right, of course," Patrick replied with a grin which reached his now green irises, blowing off his zoning out as a small joke. He then followed up the stairs, eyes widening when seeing the slabs.

Behind those emerald eyes Morgana was raging for she caught a glimpse of Arthur, Gwen and the knights. Even Merlin was laying on a slab. And it appeared that Arthur wasn't being held against his will. Is Arthur working with my captors? … Of course he is!

It took all the strength Morgana had not to try to kill them all right then, her rage was that strong. How dare they hold me here! But she needed to escape, and at the moment, due to her current mode of transportation inside the man, she was extremely weak and could not defend herself, let alone attack.

"Where have you been!" a dark skinned woman asked in an accusing tone. She seemed angry, what about Morgana had no clue about, but it still annoyed her that she was in her face.

"I was-" Morgana was about to say something, what it was she didn't exactly know, from Patrick's lips when she was interrupted by the last person who should ever be talking to.

"Are you Patrick!" Arthur asked, moving around the others so he was standing in front of the older man.

How did she not know of this place? Where and what even is this place? Morgana kept her smile façade up as she spoke. She was fairly certain that she was this man that they thought she was.

"Yes, I am," she spoke softly and calmly. She thought she was about to hear some sort of orders be given to 'Patrick' when Arthur spoke very calmly yet firmly.

"They said you hold the answers to the questions we have. How did we got here?" Arthur asked.

In the back of the king's mind he knew it almost sounded like he was rude, but he didn't care. He lost two men already today; he wasn't willing to lose more. All he wanted to do was get his friends home.

Unknown to him, Morgana was confused beyond compare behind her mask. He doesn't know this place either? Then who's behind this?

She didn't know how to respond but before she could even think of anything another woman's voice jumped in.

"Patrick! Who are these people? If this is some joke you are playing trust me, none of us are finding it funny," Brennan told him while walking to look him in the eyes.

Morgana stood there, mouth gaping open like a fish. Was this woman insane? What on Earth was she going on about? Once again she didn't get a chance to respond before yet another voice drew attention to himself.

"What, is going on here?" Leon demanded. "This woman tells us you are the one responsible for our being here. Is that true?"

"I have no idea what you people are talking about," was all the Englishman could say, Morgana being genuinely clueless.

Brennan stared long and hard at the man as more questions from the group started shouting around her.

"Where are we?"

"What have you done to us?"

"Who are you?"

All sorts of questions started popping up only to receive the same confused responses from Patrick.

Cam, wishing to question him further decided that enough was enough, "Everyone stop!"

With that outburst the room went silent and everyone stared at the woman who was now approaching the doctor. With a heavy sigh she spoke, showing just how irritated she really was.

"Dr. Patrick, just explain what is going on here. We are really sick of these games. Where were you just now?" she said. He stared at her not knowing what to say. Morgana on the inside was trying to figure out what to say. It's not like she received the man's memories, she was just lucky that she was able to heal this body and gain knowledge of his language through the enchantment she had cast. But what had the man been doing when she awoke was far beyond her reach.

Then she remembered the slab she had awoken on.

With a swift look around the room to confirm her thought, she spoke through Patrick, "I don't know what has been happening in here, I was just retrieving the woman prisoner in the other room."

Unfortunately for Morgana that was not the right way to put that.

"Retrieving the woman prisoner?" Brennan asked, emphasis on the prisoner aspect.

"What do you mean by prisoner?" Cam asked, utterly baffled what he just said.

"Uh, I-" Patrick's mouth tried to form some words that would make it better, but was interrupted by the constant onslaught.

"What does he mean by retrieving? He told us that we were not allowed to open the statues, but he was allowed to?" Brennan sounded down right offended by that.

"What woman?" Arthur chimed in, he sounded concerned, but no one paid any attention to him.

"Why would you have been opening up the slab with the woman in it?"

"What woman?!"

"Why were you being so secretive in the farthest room?"

"Where's the woman now?"

"What woman?" was the question asked, this time not by Arthur.

Everyone turned to look at the newcomer as she walked in, her heels clicking on the shiny ground as she drew closer to the stairs.

"Can anyone tell me what happened to the room way down the hall, there's shards of glass everywhere?" Angela asked as she approached the group.

"I was going to ask that too before everyone started shouting," Hodgins replied, looking a tad annoyed as he looked around at everyone who wore guilty looks: and confused ones.

"What do you mean, what happen with the room?" Cam asked Hodgins.

"I'm not sure, I found him just standing in there next to another slab, but there wasn't a person with him or a statue. There was just a lot of broken glass just thrown everywhere, and some blood on the ground," Hodgins said.

Cam sighed out of frustration when she heard the word 'blood,' before turning to Patrick, "Dr. Patrick were you hit on the head?"

"I don't remember," he answered, secretly Morgana was wishing that she hadn't had healed his wounds, this story could have worked for her then…then again perhaps it still could. "Last thing I remember, I was looking at the stone woman. I don't remember what happened before that, or after."

"So you don't even know where we are," Cam continued.

"…no," was all the response that was needed before Brennan groaned out.

"That's just perfect," she said before walking to the other side of the platform, dissatisfaction clouded her eyes as she watched the group of 'knights' crowded around Patrick, in an effort to get answers, the 'king' still asking who the woman was, only to be reprimanded by Booth who was trying to shoo them away as Cam began to look for a sign of injury on Patrick's skull.

It's probably part of his plan, she thought as she approached one of the empty slabs. She stared at it and thought, trying to figure out just what that plan was. She looked at each part of it in her mind.

These are either insane people or actors. If they are actors who's to say Patrick is the one even behind it all. She flashed him a look. If Patrick is the one behind it why would he tear up the room? She looked back at the empty rock. What if that is all apart of the game, perhaps he is acting as well. Yeah that makes sense! The glass and the confusion, even the blood, they're all fake. Besides he doesn't even look injured.

She paused her thoughts when she remembered what Booth had said.

What about the woman? Booth said that her emotions were real. Was he wrong about that? And what about the skull, it was real, a real, more than a thousand years old skull. And the body of the man who suffocated, his body was real. The swords they were real. Would Patrick or anybody really go that far to fool us?

She scrunched her face up at the situation.

Then what is going on here?!

She looked back at the group just as Cam said she couldn't find any injury on Patrick, but they were going to need to give him an x- ray to be sure. No one was paying attention to the scientist in the corner.

This all started when she opened the statues. The first thing that didn't make sense, that made the hoax idea debatable was when the bodies hadn't been breathing…and when the one man's eyes had flashed!

Without even thinking about it she moved to the unconscious boy's side. He was younger than the others, by about three years most likely. He had to be older than twenty that was sure but younger than thirty. However old he was, he held the answers that she was looking for. What was that flash?

If she could figure that much out, perhaps the rest would make sense.

Needing to get a better idea of how to wake him up exactly, she reached her bare hand to touch his wrist. All she wanted was to get his pulse reading, but as soon as she touched his skin his elbow bent and his wrist moved away from the sudden sensation.

That is when the scientist jumped back out of surprise.

And that is when eyelids flung open to reveal surprised sapphire colored eyes.