Hey. So, I'm a graduate student now. I haven't thought about fanfiction in years, life and school kind of just took ahold of the captain's seat if you know what I mean. But I had some free time and I started going through my old computer, and I found these old, nerdy stories I wrote, this being one of them. It made me wonder what people thought of them so I dug up my old account and looked at the reviews. Can I just say thanks to all who liked my nerdy ramblings back then despite how poorly written they all were? Rereading my old 'works,' if you can call them that has made me feel like a kid again, and I realize how happy they made me, especially seeing the reviews you guys wrote. Despite how dorky that may sound. And, I wanted to thank you guys for putting that smile on my face, by doing something a lot of you have asked me to do. I am going to finish this story. It might take a week, but I'm sitting down and writing them out over my Easter break.

Now I apologize in advance for my poor writing skills. They have probably diminished over the years (I'm a scientist, not a writer…well I can write research papers…getting sidetracked), and I'm trying my best to keep the same tone of the story.

I don't know if any of you are still even out there, but if you are, I hope you like these next few (I think it's like 8? I'm gonna post one a day.) chapters for the conclusion. I've had these notes for the story saved on my computer for years so this is how it was always meant to go. I apologize that it took this long to end that long cliffhanger, and I thank you for even looking at my fantasy drabble.

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin or Bones. (P.S.- are disclaimers even a thing anymore?)

The first thing that Merlin noticed when his eyes flung open, was the blinding, white light that came from the ceiling. It was a bright, white light that only magic could produce. The thought of magic being used on him cause him to jerk forwards into a sitting position. He quickly realized that was a mistake though.

"Ow, my head," he whispered, as he reached up to rub the back of his skull and closed his eyes to help with the pain. The bright light was certainly not helping his headache.

"Merlin!" someone exclaimed a few feet to his right. Was that Gwen? Why is she here? Where's here? Where's Arthur and the knights? The thoughts scrambled through his mind as he slowly bit back the ache in his head and opened his eyes, only to be met with grayish ones looking right back at him.

Merlin, who had been sitting upright at this point, jolted backward when he was met with an unfamiliar face of a woman staring directly at him. She was staring intently, wide-eyed, as though he had grown a second head. He stared back at the face that was uncomfortably close to his. The jolt had caused more pain to come to his head but he ignored it, fearing the stranger would strike at any moment. Their staring contest was cut short, however, as a voice shouted for him once again.

"Merlin!" Gwen exclaimed, running to his right and grabbing his arm, wrapping him into a small hug. He looked towards Gwen but glanced over her shoulder at the woman who was still staring at him. Who is she?

He looked her over quickly and became even more confused. What in the gods' name is she wearing? The woman was wearing some sort of trousers and a top made of material that he had never seen before. Even weirder was her blue jacket and white gloves, one of which was covered in blood which made him even more anxious. But the gloves were off beside the blood, what type of material was that? It wasn't leather. There was a small piece of parchment clipped to her clothing, but it looked to be made of…glass? Her hair was pulled back to ensure her intense gaze was not blocked, and that gaze was solely directed at him. He turned away, the gaze making him nervous, and looked at Gwen.

As he focused on his friend, he saw that her eyes were red and puffy, with some tear streaks along her cheeks. She had been crying. He could feel his stomach fall. Why has she been crying?

Gwen pulled away as she felt Merlin tense up. She looked in his eyes and saw confusion and concern. She bit her bottom lip and looked back towards the rest of their friends. Merlin followed her gaze and immediately felt some relief when he saw Arthur, Gwaine, Percival, and Leon standing a few feet behind her. He let out a sigh of relief as he looked at each of their faces. They seemed to be filled with concern and confusion, two feelings he could relate to, but also…sorrow? Why does everyone look so sad?

Merlin moved his gaze away from his friends and looked closer at their surroundings. And boy was he confused.

He saw the source of the lights was coming from the ceiling, which seemed to be made of some weird stone and metal? The floor was also made from the strange stone, and he saw that they were on a raised stone platform in the middle of a grand hall. Along the walls of the hall, he saw large glass windows that seemed to lead off into other strange rooms. He saw tables that seemed to glow dimly with some form of magic. There were metal boxes around the rooms that had a similar glow to them, though they seemed to be showing images and words in a language he didn't know. Looking closer at the platform they were on he saw that there were tables and on each were a stone slab and bits of rock-strewn about. He looked down and saw that he, in fact, was laying on one of these slabs, covered in bits of rock and gray dust himself. He looked and saw that his friends were also covered in the gray dust as well. As his eyes wandered around the room, he saw another man on a slab near him, and immediately recognized him to be Sir Kay. He squinted and saw the blue lips and the lack of chest movement and realized why everyone seemed so sad.

Oh. Poor Kay. He had never been close with the man but still, it was someone he knew.

He turned his gaze back to Arthur, who started to approach.

"Merlin," he whispered to the servant. "You alright?"

No, my head feels like you sat on it.

"Yes," Merlin replied, involuntarily rubbing the back of his head. He closed his eyes for a second and thought. What happened?

Suddenly the memories flooded back to him. The temple. The eyes. Morgana. The priestess. The stone. He gasped and flung his eyes open to look at the strange woman again.

Arthur approached Gwen, moving slightly to let him in. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just remembered what all happened," Merlin replied, blinking and staring at the woman. He scrunched his face, raised a hand and pointed his index finger towards the stranger, "Who are you?"

The woman blinked back, a little surprised by the question at first. It had been asked many times in the past few minutes and she just realized she hasn't really answered.

"I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan, an anthropologist at the Jeffersonian," she said pointing at her name tag. "Who are you?"

Merlin stared at her, more confused than ever. Doctor? Anthropologist? Jeffersonian? She looked at him expectantly. He looked from her to Arthur, almost asking for silent approval to reveal who he was. Arthur paused and nodded, his lips in a stern line. Merlin turned back to the woman.

"I'm Merlin," he replied and quickly looked back at his friend. Where are we? Where are the eyes and Morgana and the Priestess? Maybe Arthur would know. "Where are we?"

Arthur frowned and shook his head, looking slightly defeated. "I don't know. The last thing I remember is entering the temple. Then I awoke here to the others to find Sir Elyan and Sir Kay dead in stone slabs, surrounded by these people."

Merlin's brow furrowed. Elyan is dead? He looked past Arthur to look for another body but instead, after looking for several seconds, found another slab with what appeared to be a statue sticking out of it and a skull poking where the head would be. Merlin's eyes widened in horror. Is that Elyan? He looked towards Gwen with sympathy and she gave a small sob before walking over to cry into Leon's arms.

He sat on his elbows and looked past the strange woman. Arthur had said 'these people,' implying that there were more people here other than the woman. He looked down the metal stairs that led to the platform and saw two other women and men dressed in just as unusual clothes staring up at him with just as intense glares.

Are these druids? That would explain the magic like room. He tried reaching out telepathically to them only to sense no one in return. So not druids. Then what is with the magic? He stared at the man in black and white clothes who seemed to not only be watching him but the woman in front of him as well. He could feel his stomach twist as a thought occurred to him. Are they working with Morgana? But if they are why aren't we dead yet?

He looked around the room and noticed that a very important object was missing from everyone's person.

He turned to Arthur and quickly stood up, perhaps a little too fast, as he stumbled, being promptly grabbed by Arthur and the woman and sat back down on the slab. He rubbed the back of his head and pulled Arthur towards him with the other hand. When the king was just inches from his mouth he whispered into his ear, "Where is the eye Arthur?"

The king drew back, his brow in a hard line of confusion as he just stared at his servant, mouth agape. "What are you talking about?"

Merlin's eyes went wide as he looked back at the confused face. Does he not remember? He looked past the king and towards the knights. "Do you remember the temple?"

He saw all their faces fall and he knew they did not.

"I only remember walking through the temple doors, then waking up here," Gwaine said looking towards the slab he had awoken on. The other knights and Gwen nodded in agreement.

"Merlin," Arthur began. "Do you remember anything past that?"

Merlin looked from his friends to the strange woman next to him, observing his every move, and then back to his king.

"Yes," He said solemnly. "I remember everything."

See you in the next chapter.