NCC, Downtown

The Great Hall

Under New Camelot's central station

"It's freezing out here. Why did we choose this place?" Jones asked and shivered.

"Don't whine all the time. Look at this space. What else do you need?" Smith pointed to the hall that spread beneath them. A large theatre was unheated to save money, because it had been closed already for almost a year. But it did not diminish the beauty and grandeur of the place. He glanced at the ceiling paintings in which time has not yet been bitten. Truly, a large concert hall was a magnificent creation of a New Camelot. And too expensive to maintain. They had rented the place a couple of months ago.

"I want something warm." Jones whined again. "What we are going to do?"

"We wait. We wait that that slut comes here with her new friend and then we take care of them all." Smith explained patiently. He began to suspect that Jones was an explosion hit his head harder than they thought.

"You mean Lancelot will take care of them." Jones muttered.

"Not of Gwen. He loves her." Smith said quietly.

"Hmm. But you really think that I should prepare the weapons. Just in case. And to stand up there? "Jones asked.

"Yes. Just in case." Smith admitted. While his boss was a self-confident, Smith wanted to play it safe. He glanced at the clock.

"Time to get our guests up here."

"Can you feel anything Lancelot?" Morgause asked.

"No. But it's Gwen so I'm not surprised about that. Do you get any information about that Merlin?" Lancelot glared his boss.

"No. Only that he really is working at Dragon Inc. and he is Arthur Pendragon's work partner and closest friend. He is information collector. You know how Dragon Inc. agents work. One specialist and one collector."

"Just a collector?" Lancelot wrinkled his forehead in wonder.

"What I am curious about, is the fact that I can get only information about him four years backwards. Not earlier work history. No information about the schools. None of the parents. None. Not even the current address. Only a post office box." Morgause was angry. Her teeth scrunched together. She grabbed her communicator.

"Smith? Are you ready?"

"Yes." Was the rattling answer. Morgause looked at Lancelot. Crackling sound was strong and did not have earlier in any of their communicators.

"Gwen." Lancelot whispered and smiled.

"They are here. Be ready." Morgause said and shut the communicator. "Better to go on." And smiled too.

Smith looked his communicator and shut it.

Then he looked the woman above the stairs what lead right to the stage where Smith and two prisoners were.

"They are coming now." Smith said. Arthur behind of him tried to yell something, but his mouth was blocked effectively. Gwen began to descend slowly towards them.

"Where is that man?" Smith asked.

"I don't know." Gwen shrugged her shoulders indifferently. Smith suspected the worst. The girl had come over. Alone, or with that man's help? He had to be careful. He didn't want to be killed at this point. Then Gwen stopped. Smith looked how her eyes wandered his left side and he turned to look. Morgause and Lancelot.

"Gwen, darling, you came." Morgause's voice and smile was flattering. She had a gun in her hand.

"Did I have choice then?" Gwen asked icily.

"No."

"Gwen…" Lancelot started but Morgause stopped him. "Be silent fool."

Lancelot came to a halt as if he had hit the wall in front of him. Smith retreated slightly.

"Where is that Merlin?"

Gwen shook her head. "I don't know. Now, release them, please. You got me. You don't need them."

"Right." Morgause said and waved her hand around. Arthur's and Morgana's chains loosened and they wrenched themselves free.

"Gwen. Stop! We have no…" Arthur yelled when he got his mouth free again.

"Silence." Morgause shouted and Arthur flew backward.

"Arthur!" Gwen yelped and stepped forward.

"I sense, fear… and concern ... It cannot be true!" Lancelot's rage snapped again, and he turned toward Arthur. "Gwen is experiencing strong emotions... towards him."

Morgause grabbed the hand of Lancelot. "Now is not the time to be jealous. Contain yourself."

Smith watched them and he was sure that something was going to happen and really soon.

"Boss…"

Lancelot's rage burst out and Smith flew backward.

"Lancelot." Morgause got hold of the man. "He is one of us."

"No, he is yours." Lancelot broke away from Morgause. "I do not belong to you scums." He looked longing at Gwen.

"Gwen is the only one for me. We are created for each other."

"No the hell you are. Gwen isn't anything like you!" Arthur was suddenly there and hit Lancelot so that he fell to the ground.

"How dare you! How dare you touch me! You are nothing to me! Nothing! I'm going to…"

He tried to infiltrate through Arthur's surrounding energy flow. Nothing happened.

"What the hell?"

"Did your magic failed? Is it no longer ramming on the stain to the wall by the power of thought?" Someone asked cheerfully. They turned and looked in amazement how Merlin walked over Gwen towards them.

"Call some professional help. But you do not apply to Arthur. Or any other."

"How did you do this?" Lancelot roared. He was embarrassed and that's why he was so mad.

"I don't have to explain anything to you at all."

This time Lancelot was thrown backwards.

"That was ... "Morgause raised his weapon, but quivered when Morgana kicked the gun in her hand. Morgause had paid too much attention to Merlin.

"Take care of yourself first." Morgana shouted to her. Weapon clattered along the floor, and both Arthur and Morgause attacked towards it. They had to desperate fisticuffs.

"I can't help them." Gwen groaned, she was not able to harm Morgause and she felt terrible.

"You are strong. Quite strong." Lancelot crawled up and looked at Merlin.

"Thank you for your praise." Merlin worshipped lightly.

"Let's try your skills." Lancelot grinned and the Great Hall shook and plaster fell down from the ceiling.

"Let it come." Merlin accepted the challenge.