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Angela and Hodgins had walked into the lab that Dr. Patrick had once been in to not only not find the delirious Brit but also find a ginormous mess. The once clean lab was littered with debris. Gray pieces of stone and dust littered the floor and covered the empty stone slab on the table. The drawers that lined the walls looked to have been ripped open and unceremoniously thrown about. Bits of plastic and glass were all over the floor. Tools, like different types of chisels, could also be seen among the wreckage. What made the scene look like a battle had raged on in the tiny room were the bones and bone fragments that had once been carefully organized in the drawers were now littered among the debris on the ground. It was as if a tornado had torn the room apart.

Angela gasped at the scene before them.

"What happened in here?" She asked the scientist. Hodgins only shrugged and frowned. He had just as much a clue as she did. Only Dr. Patrick would know what happened.

Hodgins scanned the room for any sign of life. When he had previously entered the room the older scientist had been standing in the middle completely out of it, but now he was nowhere to be seen. It was as he was scanning the room for Patrick, that Hodgins realized something important.

If there was a stone slab in here… where is the person who had been in it?

The entomologist took a few more steps into the room to look around the other side of the table and the slab, something he had neglected to previously do since he had found his colleague so easily before. He stumbled back in surprise at what he found laying on the ground next to the table.

Laying perfectly still with closed eyes was a woman with messy dark hair and equally dark clothing. She had been hidden from immediate view by the base of the table. Judging by her appearance it was easy to assume she was from the same time period as the rest of the ancient gang in the large lab.

Hodgins turned around to face the concerned face of Angela, who hadn't left the doorway. His face was in an expression of surprise as he spoke.

"Well, I guess we found Morgana."

Ten minutes later they were back in the big lab with the others, having abandoned their search for Dr. Patrick at the moment due to their discovery. As soon as they had entered the room with the unconscious woman who was practically dead to the world, they had been surrounded by not only their friends but the king, queen, knights, and manservant as well. The large group stood around the passed out girl as she lay on the cold cement floor, not that it seemed to bother her though. The king was not shy at barking out questions and orders.

"Where was she? Why is she unconscious?" Arthur looked to Hodgins. He was a bit jarred by the sudden interrogation.

"She was just passed out on one of the lab floors," he answered with a shake of his curly-haired head before turning towards Cam. "Lab five is a complete wreck."

She scrunched her eyebrows with a look of concern and confusion and looked like she wanted to press further into what was revealed, but decided against it based on the current predicament.

There was a pause in the air as everyone stared at the woman on the ground, looking for any sign of movement. When nothing happened, Gwen spoke.

"We should tie her up before she wakes up," the queen said to her husband. He looked up towards her, his eyes widening slightly, and nodded. He turned to Booth.

"Do you have any rope?"

Booth stared at him for a moment, wondering for a second where he would have rope, before shaking his head and with a small smile reaching to the back of his belt for his handcuffs. "I can do better than rope."

Arthur looked at what the agent had pulled out and his face shifted from surprise to puzzlement. Those are weird looking manacles.

The agent bent down, and with the help of Hodgins, was able to turn the witch around get her into a sitting position so he could handcuff her hands behind her back. The two then dragged her to the half- wall the raised platform created from jutting from the ground and leaned her against it. They took a few steps back and admired their handiwork before their attention was brought back to the others.

"That won't hold her long," Arthur said with a frown, his eyes not leaving his unconscious sister. Part of him was wondering why he was allowing her to stay alive. He had the perfect opportunity to defeat one of Camelot's greatest enemies right now. She was unconscious and tied up. He had the sword in his hand. He could end the battle right now. But the memories of their childhood flooded his thoughts and he found himself unable to entertain the thought. At least for right now. He would wait for a little longer and then deal with the issue.

Besides, she might know something about their situation they do not.

"Because she has magic?" Booth asked Arthur, turning the king's attention to him. The agent was wiggling his fingers like he was tickling the air. The motion caused Arthur's brow to furrow in confusion before he answered.

"Yes."

"Was there a purple orb with her?" Merlin's voice had come from the back of the group, having been a bit slower to rush over since he had to do the extra work of getting off the stone slab. Everyone turned to him.

"I didn't see one," Hodgins replied with a shake of his head a frown and confusion in his eyes.

Arthur looked towards the servant with a questioning glance of his own.

"The eyes, Sire," Merlin said solemnly. The king's eyes widened in response.

"Well if she doesn't have them then, where are they?" he asked, looking back at the unconscious woman.

"When we went into the stones, we had one and so did she," Merlin responded with a nod towards Morgana before looking back to Arthur. "We need them to go back home."

Arthur and the rest of his friends sent him a questioning look. He sighed before continuing.

"The priestess said if we return the eyes to the statue we will be returned back to where we were, remember?" Merlin spoke looking around the room, expectedly, at his friends.

Arthur's eyes widened as he understood. We have to find these orbs. Then a thought occurred to him. But where's the statue? He shook his head and decided to only deal with one issue at a time.

"Let's find the one we had," he commanded to his brigade. They nodded in response. "Percival and Leon, guard Morgana. The rest of us will look."

The two knights nodded and took their posts as the rest, along with the queen began to climb the stairs up to the platform.

Cam hurriedly walked up with them.

"Here, let us help," she said very quickly. It was clear she was worried they were about to tear the lab apart. Arthur nodded in response. "I think I might know where to start."

Before the reached the top of the platform, Booth sent Cam a look and tilted his head towards the opposite side of the room. Cam's gaze followed where he pointed to and nodded encouragingly.

The agent nodded back before walking towards his partner's office.

Dr. Brennan was sitting at her desk, pulling at her hair with her hands. Before her were all the papers she had printed out from her quick research which had yielded nothing in such a short amount of time. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. There was not even a remote scientific correlation of any previous event to the current occurrence. It didn't make sense.

This doesn't make sense. The thought repeated in her head, over and over again as she stared at her computer, on it was some article about a man who had apparently lived for 2 months while encased in dried mud from a small amount of rainwater that had entered through a whole and insects climbing through his mouth just by chance. That was the closest she got to relevance when it came to her current case.

She sighed as she crossed her arms and leaned back. Just as she did, the door of her office opened and Agent Booth entered with a frown. He stared at her and the mess on her desk for less than a second before speaking.

"Bones, you should come out. Stuff is happening," he began but stopped when she shook her head and turned her gaze back to the computer screen.

"I'm not done looking. I've only just begun," she said bluntly, beginning to return back to the previous webpage she was on.

Booth sighed and walked into the office completely, the door closing behind him. He frowned as he moved so he was to her right and looked at her until she turned and met his gaze with a frown of her own.

"Bones, this is real. There's no science behind it. It's magic," Booth said with eyes and a nod. Brennan stared at him for a moment before shaking her head and narrowing her eyes.

"Magic isn't real Booth," she spoke as though she was talking to a toddler. She turned back to the computer. "There has to be some real, rational reason for what has occurred."

"Bones," he sighed and was about to continue his protest before he noticed that the door behind him was opening. He quickly turned around, and Brennan looked up from the computer to get a look at the intruder. Before them was the lanky, dark-haired boy they had released from the stone.

"Hi," Merlin said awkwardly as he was met with surprised and questioning gazes. He took a step forward and the door closed behind him. He looked at the agent and the angry woman with an expression of anxiety and odd determination. He decided on doing this after thinking over everything Booth had told them and decided this was the right thing to do. Or the stupidest. He looked directly at Booth as he spoke and the man in return stared at him cautiously.

"I need to talk to you."

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