A/N: Sorry for such a late update! Fish fingers&custard and hugs to anyone who is reading. Thank you to the wonderful people who reviewed, you guys are awesome. Now, we have yet another guest to add to the fun. [Sort of spoilers for this chapter - I have a slight girl-crush on Katie McGrath. Wow, she is gorgeous]. Also, slightly off-topic but Catching Fire is perfect and if you haven't seen it yet, stop reading this and see it now because it is amazing. Sorry for the rambling. I'll stop now.
The gum-chewing female who worked at the ice-rink shook her head. "Nope. You wanna get in, you buy the tickets."
"Oh for heaven's sake," John muttered. Today had been normal – well as normal as life with Sherlock could get – and now he was buying admittance to an ice-rink with aliens so they could find Merlin.
"Nope, it's perfectly okay, see?" the Doctor persisted waving a sheet of paper in the ticketsales girl's face.
"Didn't know we stocked unlimited passes," she muttered but buzzed the entrance open anyway.
Sherlock looked at the Doctor curiously. "What was that?"
"Physic paper. Shows them whatever I want them to see. Well come on then everyone! What size are you Ponds?"
"What?" Amy asked bewildered, wondering if she would ever get used to the Doctor's antics.
"Shoe size!" the Doctor beamed. "We're at an Ice-Rink aren't we?"
"Doctor," Amy said in her sternest tone of voice. "We are not going ice-skating."
The Doctor pouted. "Spoil sport."
"There's the others," Rory said, ignoring the Doctor's wishful stare at the ice-rink.
River had already made her over to the Winchesters, Castiel and Camelot citizens and engaged in a conversation with the Winchesters at once.
"I see," she muttered, "And you have no idea who it is?"
"None at all," Sam replied.
"What's going on?" Amy enquired nervously.
"Demonic readings," Dean told her, "Could be anyone."
"What made you come here?" the Doctor demanded. "I mean, ice-rinks are cool but I didn't think they were a demonic hotspot."
Dean seemed as mystified as everyone else. "Picked up some back at the diners and they got stronger the closer we got to here, it's pretty fucking weird, we never pick up readings from such a distance. It's like some kind of mayhem of madness here." He seemed apparently pleased with his choice of alliteration.
"Dean really? That's like something some crappy Young Adult writer would put in a story," Sam muttered.
The Doctor inspected Dean's favoured gadget, even giving it a buzz or two with his Sonic Screwdriver. "It's working fine," he admitted, "There's definitely something not right going on here. Well demons then! Now, first of, I want to say, I'm not having any of that Hunter's choice of exorcising the poor things. I deal with this, and I deal with it alone."
"Hold up," Dean snapped, "Who put you in charge?"
The Doctor looked him straight in the eye. "I did."
Sam decided to briefly nominate himself the person in charge of breaking up conflict between his brother and the Timelord. "Dean," he snapped. "Come on, stop this crap, we need to find this demon before we decide how to deal with it. For the first time he noticed Sherlock and John; Sherlock who was eyeing the group with a bored expression and John who appeared not entirely sure how he had got there. "Aren't we getting introduced then?"
Still not finished staring Dean down, the Doctor didn't reply, so Amy deemed herself the person in charge of introductions, "Sherlock and John," she said briefly, then took it in her stride to introduce the other way around, "Dean, Sam, Castiel, Arthur, Guinevere and Merlin." She informed the local men.
At that moment Merlin startled everyone by flying through the air and making an unexpected coherent sound as his body thumped against the ground.
John jumped with a startled expression, Sherlock merely look bored. "Does he normally do that?" he enquired in his uninterested tones.
"Merlin!" Arthur and Gwen yelled simultaneously, and for all the complaining Arthur had done about his servant the look of concern on his face was worrying.
Their attention was taken from Merlin's unconscious form by a low laugh from the door. The sound was coming from a female, a young girl, about Amy's age. She was dressed in modern clothes, a simple pair of jeans and tight top, but she was the kind of girl who made that work. Amy had always felt confident with her own appearance – hell, she wouldn't have taken up the job of a stripogram if she hadn't – but she couldn't suppress a spark of jealousy. The girl was beautiful. Her dark hair contrasted with her eerily pale skin and her green eyes had a cool, menacing look. Her features were sharp, giving her a fierce, yet still breathtaking look.
So Amy didn't really question the low whistle from Dean's direction.
"Morgana," Arthur said, with a strange air of calamity. "So, it turns out you're not dead?"
The girl laughed again, tossing back her hair. "Oh, my dear brother. When will you learn? Of course I didn't die. I've been here, in this time for a while now. Waiting for you of course. Kill you and your darling wife without any work on my behalf? Well, just Merlin, but I hardly think he counts. Oh yes, that reminds me." With a snap of her fingers Merlin's body simply vanished into thin air. Arthur gave an infuriated yell, and ran his sword through his sister's body and stopped dead in his tracks as it glided through her, as if she wasn't there.
"Ah, yes. I learned a new trick. Do you like it? And the clothes, I've been meaning to ask you about the clothes. The modern day type of clothes, mainly adorned by peasants, but I think I can make them look wonderful. Do you like them Guinevere? Remember those days when you would help me choose my day's garments and such? Those wonderful days when you knew your place, as a servant."
"You're stalling Morgana," Guinevere said simply, in reply to her old mistress's remarks. "You can't kill Arthur and myself or you would already have done it. Maybe you're not strong enough to do serious damage in this kind of form, of perhaps you used up your magic on Merlin's behalf. And I doubt you're strong enough to remain here much longer. But aside from that, there's something more important I shouldn't neglect to mention. You're working for somebody, aren't you?"
Morgana shook of a flash of annoyance that appeared upon her face and the scathing laugh returned. "I don't like taking orders Gwen darling. Haven't you noticed?"
The Queen raised her height so she was standing nose to nose with her former friend – or rather her former friend's hologram – "Oh, I'm well aware you don't like it Morgana. But that doesn't clear the fact that you're still doing it. Why though? It's not just to fulfil a petty urge to gain revenge upon myself and my husband for the childish whims that cloud your judgement. It's because you're scared. Absolutely terrified."
Morgana's once solid form flickered slightly, like an old light bulb that was attempting to hold onto a former spark, then vanished, just as Merlin had done.
There was a low silence, as Gwen turned around to face her companions.
The silence was broke by a slow clapping from the Doctor, as a smile grew upon his face. "Now that's what I call a Queen!"