MERLIN'S POV

London. The city where I was displaced and where I didn't want to come doesn't look so bad. All I can see in front of my eyes is the famous Big Ben and a lot of buildings unimportant to me, but to some people it seems that they are more than life itself. I smile as the cab stops in front of a palace or at least it looks like one. I look at the man through one of the mirrors from the car as he put forth his hand like he was asking for money. I raised my eyebrows and didn't say anything. I just opened the door from the cab and when I wanted to get off, the man said on a bossy voice.

"This is four Euros."

I stare at him for a moment and I can only assume that I have to give him the money if I don't want to have problems. I get five Euros from my pocket and I don't expect any money back. I just bang the door of the cab and raise my look. All I can see are lots of windows and I bet this building has more rooms than Camelot. I want to enter the building, but some people dressed in the same clothes don't let me.

"What is your business here, boy? Do you have an appointment?" – says one of them, the tone of his voice being very cold like he doesn't even care whether I go inside or stay here.

"I am looking for..." – I say and I get the note from my pocket to read the man's name because I can't remember it and I continue speaking while reading from the note – "Mycroft Holmes. Do you know where can I find him?"

All from a sudden the guards opened me the door and I realized that this Mycroft was a very powerful man. I entered the building and the ceiling was taller than the one in Camelot and the walls were painted in a light yellow. In one corner there is a big table and a woman sits on a chair at it. I go to her and I say:

"Excuse me." The girl is looking at me, she smiles and she waits for me to tell her what I want so I continue. "I am looking for Mycroft Holmes. Is he here or should I go somewhere else?"

The woman makes some phone calls. At least she doesn't ask me if I have an appointment. I stay there waiting as I admire the comfy couches, the paintings on the walls, some photos with the staff and how people are coming and leaving dressed in business suits. What am I doing here? I ask myself while I am looking at what I am wearing: a pair of black jeans, trainers a white shirt and a black jacket.

"First floor the first door on the left. Mr. Holmes is waiting for you." – the woman interrupts my thoughts.

I nod and I go upstairs on the red carpet being careful not to blot it. The door of the office I was led to is big and made of wood and on the door is written with letters made of gold "Mycroft Holmes." I take a deep breath and I knock on the door trying not to make noise. I hear a strong voice giving me permission to enter and I open the door, entering a big room painted in the same color as the hall which means they didn't have so many ideas for a color and on the desk placed in the middle of the room I can see a photo frame, but I can't see the picture because the frame is turned which means not everyone can see it because it's very personal.

"Hello" – I say, not sure if it's the right greeting, but I am not part of their community so I don't know what I can say more.

The man at the desk stands up and I can see he is taller than me, his suit is probably an expensive one and he really looks like those kind of people who have the power.

"I was waiting for you, Merlin."

He offers me a sit and I take it smiling, leaving the impression that I am glad to be here.

"Yes, but I can't say that I have been waiting to come here." – I say, faking a smile.

On Mycroft face I can see an ironic smile and I smile back while I wait for someone to break the silence. I don't want to be rude and ask why I was brought here so I let him put the questions.

"Oh...so you didn't want to come here? You wanted to stay in that little city to wait for a sign, for a proof that you belong there?"

I raise my look and I can feel all the magic screaming inside me, challenging me to make Mr. Holmes regret what he just said. I put my hands on the table as I try to see the photo on his desk.

"I don't need any sign or proof to know that I belong there. And if you wanted only to ask me this you could have phoned me as well. You needn't have called me here."

"Clever...very clever. You say don't need any sign to know you belong there, but you do need a sign, don't you? A sign that you can find something that you lost? Maybe a person?" – he said putting some whiskey in one of his crystal glasses.

I look calm even though I am fighting with the anger in my body.

"Mr. Holmes I think I am here to talk about why you need me, not about why I wanted to stay there. This city is not for me." – I say trying to change the subject.

"You are a private detective, the best from your town , aren't you, Merlin? I always need the best. So you are here to work for me and I need you to solve cases. For a person as smart as you are, I thought you already knew that." – he says drinking from his glass. "But where are my manners? Do you want some whiskey?", he continues and I shake my head.

"I don't drink at work, I am sorry, Mr. Holmes." – I answer quickly without a doubt.

Mycroft leaves the glass on the table and stands up, looking for some books in the library behind him. As he stands up, I use my magic to see who is in the photo he keeps on the table. I can see Mycroft together with another man. They look so much alike that I can bet the man is his brother. I don't have time to look at the details because Mycroft turns around and sits back on his seat. I can see the title of the book: Sherlock Holmes.

I smile for a second and then I ask myself why he would show me a book named "Sherlock Holmes."

"Tell me, Merlin, have you ever heard of Sherlock Holmes?" – he asks like he is Gaius.

"The private detective who can solve any case?" – I answer and for a moment I feel back in Camelot when Gaius was explaining me the importance of plants and how to save Arthur's life.

Mycroft nods and then he stands up, coming next to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. He got closer to me and he whispered to my ear.

"He can solve any case indeed. You tell him, and he finds anything you have ever lost, anything that you thought it would never be found. And he doesn't find only objects; he also looks for missing people."

I stand up quickly and I want to leave when Mycroft's voice stops me.

"Go to 221B Baker Street and you will find Sherlock Holmes." – he says and I can see him enjoying the last drop of whiskey from his glass.

"I don't need his help" – I say as I bang the door and leave the building as quickly as I can.

I walk on London's streets looking for a place to stay when I receive a message on my mobile phone. "See you tomorrow at 8:00 o'clock – MH".