A/N: Here's the third helping, I'm on a roll ;) To Elizabeththecrazy, a quick apology. I've spoken to her and I promise she won't go crazy over you again. She is highly competitive. Pity me if we get into a fight about something we have to compete for...

Anyway, we saw the return of some old friends/reviewers yesterday... so hi again! I thought your suggestions were fantastic and some are mentioned here. Polly is about to step up her game in a bid to out-woo Morgana (must stress that this isn't a romance story for Merlin, just both girls are now out on a mission and who doesn't love a bit of jealousy drama and cat fights? :P)

I'm writing chapter 8 right now so it will be up quite soon, this story might possibly make it to 10 chapters, depending on what my brain or Spoons projects out about new developments...

So, on with the readings peeeps!

xx

Once the group had escaped the shop before they had another run in with the officials, Arthur turned towards Polly. "Well, this has been an unforgettable time and I can't say it was all fun but we'd really better be returning back to Camelot. My father will be beginning to wonder where we are."

Polly smiled. "Yes, of course, the king…Uther, right? But how may I ask are you going to get back? Wow, did you invent a time machine? Let me guess, Morgana 'accidentally' sent the heir to the throne forward in time in the hope of steal-shutting up" the girl exhaled.

Arthur shook his confused head. "No, no time machine, Merlin and I arrived through a opening in a tree in the forest" Morgana nodded in recognition. "Same with Gwen and I. We found Arthur's horse and followed them in."

Polly focused on Arthur and appeared to have ignored Morgana's expansion. "And where did you arrive?" came the voice over Polly's shoulder. The shop assistant winked at Merlin while Polly's face turned sour.

"Lydia, I told you we'd talk after they went home." whispered Polly menacingly. "Why, it's a if you don't want me around Camelot's famous sorcerer" retorted the brunette. "So, where were you? Before Pollyanna here found you?" Polly scowled at the invented name.

"Well, we came from a tree then we were in Trafal-garr place that led to the tavern Polly was in." Merlin answered. "So you were transported to Trafalgar Square?" Polly confirmed. She glanced at Lydia and realised her friend did not look so playful.

"You landed right in the middle of Trafalgar Square. There isn't a tree around that area until you reach a park. The tree that takes you back to Camelot was probably chopped down before the construction began…"

Merlin watched as the same look of disappointment and horror slid onto his three companion's faces.

"Ah."

They had been sat in the library for the past two hours after the revelation and were still no closer to finding a way for the four foreigners to return back to their time. Lydia was told she had to make sure that any of them came over to discover what Polly was studying as she was currently reading up on Camelot legend to try and find such a tree mentioned.

Lydia turned around from her chair to face the disgruntled girl. Polly had been sulking ever since Morgana had said silkily offhand "Merlin's always preferred brunettes".

"Maybe it isn't a tree anymore, maybe they find the closest lamp post, walk into that and through the ages they travel, it will transform back into a tree by the time Camelot exists and taa-daa, whole forest, just as they left it!"

Polly looked up at her friend then gave a demented grin. "Here's an idea. Make Morgana carry out that idea as the dummy run. Head first."

Just as Lydia was about to remind Polly that they had grown up believing that her new found crush was an old man, there was a sudden whoosh as a black haired figure rushed past them on what seemed to be an industrialised sized vacuum cleaner. Polly and Lydia gave each other and look and sighed simultaneously.

"Merlin."

They followed the long cable and found Morgana also chasing after the warlock. Polly oh-so-innocently slightly pulled the cable towards her, causing Morgana to trip over the wire as her dress got caught. Lydia was about to give a moral-filled lecture on how tripping over a woman just because you think they're too pretty for their own good and are after 'your man' is utterly wrong when they heard a crash.

Bit of a pathetic cliffy but what is now chapter 8 was attached to this and I didn't want it to be this long and this seemed the best place to stop... hoped you enjoyed and if you review, you don't get attacked by a very protective best friend if you criticise... the lead attached to her doesn't stop her from using a laptop you see, but I love ya! :D

R&R my pretties and a new chapter shall be on its way!

xxx