Merlin gasped for air. "Gaius", he yelled as he hammered on the door. "Gaius! There's no time for napping!"

He could hear the old man moving around behind the thick door, but it took ages before he came and opened it.

"What is it, son?" the old man asked as the door squeaked open. "Why the hurry?"

"They've captured a witch!" Merlin could barely speak because of his heavy breathing. "Arthur's taking her to see the king." He was already backing away, beginning to run again. "Come on!" he screamed. "We've got to do something!"

Praying he'd make it there before Arthur and the girl did, Merlin ran through the hall ways, to the great hall, where he knew the king would be waiting for the delegates, who now probably would be forgotten.

"Your majesty!" Merlin called as he burst in through the doors. "King Uther. Your son, the prince, is on his way." Merlin hesitated, let himself breath.

"Yes?" the king said and rose from his throne. He held up a hand to get the servants to become silent. "Why? What's happened?"

"A witch. It's a witch, your majesty."

The king's fists tightened.

"Really, there's no need for the sword. I swear I won't run away. Slayer's honour", the blonde girl said and crossed her heart as they walked through the hall ways.

"And why should I trust a witch?" Arthur asked. Not only a witch, but a witch who wore men's wear and showed more skin than was probably even legal. He pushed her a little bit harder than necessary over the threshold.

"Okay, let's make this clear", the girl said. She found her balance really quick. "I'm not a witch."

"Then how do you explain the way you turned up out of nowhere in the courtyard?"

"Okay, yeah, it was magic, but it wasn't my magic."

Arthur rolled his eyes and stopped in front of the entrance to the great hall. "And I am not the prince of Camelot."

"Camelot?" the girl said and took a look at him. "Sounds like a cigarette brand."

"I don't know what that means, but I wouldn't mention it in front of the king. He might be offended." Arthur put his hands to the big doors.

"Noted", the girl said, and he opened them up.

They were met by his father, standing inches in front of them. The king's eyes were on fire, filled with fury. This was the mightiest king in the known world, and anyone in the right mind would be wise fearing him.

The girl burst out laughing.

Her eyes filled up with tears, and she had problems breathing. She tried on a solemn face, but the second her gaze met the king, she started hyperventilating again.

"She is lunatic!" the king said and turned to his son. "What's the matter with her?"

"I don't know, father", Arthur answered.

"F-father?" the witch giggled. "K-king?" It was hard to hear what she said through the laughter.

"She is clearly mental", the king said. "Tell me her crime and I will have her convicted straight away."

Merlin stood a few steps back. There had to be some way he could help the poor girl. He couldn't let a witch be killed just because she had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Only problem was, what could he do?

"She turned up out of thin air, father", Arthur said, the sword lowered to the floor. "Out of a black hole."

"Witchcraft", the king hissed. "For which the penalty is … death."

"Oh, come on!" the witch said, sane at once. "Stop be so stuck up."

"And for the rudeness", the king said, ignoring her, "she shall burn at the stake. By sunset."

"Come on! It's me! Don't you recognize me?" the witch asked, taking a step forward. Guards immediately turned up, tugging her down on the floor.

The next second, two of the guards had flown in to the wall. One was still fighting, but was tiring out. He wouldn't be able to take much more. The fourth one took one look at the fighting girl, and ran.

When the guards lay on the floor in front of her, the witch wasn't even out of breath.

Maybe she didn't need Merlin's help, after all.

"That was fun", she said. "Anyone else up for some ass kicking?" Arthur started raising his sword. "Don't even think about it", the witch warned.

"What are you?" the king said, for once brought out of his calm.

"It's me, Buffy." She looked offended. "Come on, Giles, you know me. I'm your slayer, remember? The one and only?"

Arthur gave his father a funny look. "What is she talking about?" he said in a low voice.

"I have no idea", the king said. "But no matter what, she shall die."

"You seriously have taken too many hits to your head", the girl said.

"Tie her up, son", the king said, and turned around to walk over to his throne. "And for the love of God, make her shut up."

"You really don't want to do that", the witch warned the prince.

"Oh, yes, I do", Arthur said and raised his sword.

The girl shrugged. "Suit yourself."

Without a blink, she took the sword from the boy, broke it into pieces, and threw it away. Then she turned to him.

He did hold on longer than the guards, to be fair, but it wasn't by much.

"Ey, king Giles", she soon called, with Arthur in a tight grip and a knee on his back. "Come back here, or your so called 'son' gets it, okay?"

The king hadn't even made it to his throne yet. He returned to the witch, shaken.

"Release him." His voice trembled.

"I'm sorry", the girl said, letting go of the boy. He ran out of the doors, probably going for help. They'd be long gone before he even found someone to ask.

"Your excuses will do you no good. You threatened my son."

"Oh, no, I wasn't apologising for that", the girl said with a quick smile. "I apologised for this." She smashed him in the head, and he fell to the ground with a loud thump.

"As I said, sorry."