A/N: Anyone still there *hides from angry Merlin fans* I hope I haven't ruined my reputation of being a frequent updater but had my worst bout of writer's block yet. But I'm back people! And I promise, like the Guide I was once was, I shall be able to get another chapter out soon. Story's nearly over guys :(
They found Merlin spread eagled over an upturned shelf of books, the vacuum cleaning now on its last wheeze. Polly obviously noting the opportunity without a Morgana in sight, rushed towards the boy, while the shop assistant rolled her eyes and started clearing up the books before the librarian threw them out. She was halfway through the pile to Merlin's right when a drawing fell out of a book. It went unnoticed as Lydia turned to see Arthur and Gwen arrived, supporting a very irked Morgana.
"What happened to you?" asked Merlin, standing up, sporting a rather large bruise on his forehead. Morgana gave Polly a look. "I tripped over a pathetic fat wire" she smiled towards him. The double meaning of her words caused Polly to start forward until Lydia grabbed her arm. "Come and help me clear up the rest of the books". Upon seeing Merlin assisting, Morgana quickly followed with her aid.
The six set about rearranging the literature, their applied silence occasional broken by Morgana studying the books with casual remarks "Oh look, 'Why Guys Don't Like Overweight Girls' (I actually HAVE seen that book somewhere :O) she commented as she passed the book to Polly, who was finding it more and more difficult to not accidentally drop a book on the head below her.
After a while, they had stacked up any evidence to suggest what had occurred and smuggled the vacuum cleaner back to the cupboard while the Librarian was absorbed in the pages of the '8th International Friction Stir Welding Symposium Proceedings' (yet again, real published work! Warning: Don't try to say this title when drunk)
It was only until the group were about to call it a day when Arthur felt something sticking to his boot. He picked it up, and was about to throw it away when he noticed the strange familiarity in the content of the parchment. He jogged to catch up with the others, holding out the sketching.
"Look" he said, brandishing the detailed drawing under their noses. "Doesn't this look like-" Morgana cut him off "-the tree we followed you through?" Merlin scrutinised it. "So, we've found it, we just need tooo…" he trailed off as Polly tapped him on the shoulder, pointing towards the shelves they had all just spent refurbishing.
"Scitan."
Yes, Merlin roughly just swore in Old English, free Skittles to anyone who can guess what word perhaps not-so-innocent Merlin just used… By the way, any Bones fans reading this? how super duper hyped are you about next episode? eeepp X)
R&R my chums!