Jenkins sat at his desk in the annex waiting for the librarians to come back while reading over the dust old book he had been lead to. Turning the pages the familiar scent of old books invades Jenkins senses he realizes right away the book was written in a different language. Not recognizing the language he decides focuses on the drawings that were sporadically throughout the book. Jenkins starts to think it was maybe someone's diary, "So, is this someone's diary," He ask out loud.

"Who are you talking too, Jenkins," asks an annoyed Charlene. Jenkins startled by the voice of Charlene and jumps in his seat and places a hand over his chest.

"Thank heavens I'm immortal. I'm talking to the library. A light shined on this book when I was asking a question out loud the other day." Jenkins stands up with the book in hand walks to the mirror where Charlene will forever be.

A shock Charlene inquires, "The library showed you that?"

"Yes. It did. Do you know whom it belong to or better do you know the language it's in?" Jenkins watched Charlene's eyes look from the book back to him.

"No…well…I'm not sure about the language."

Jenkins felt ask if she was keeping something from him, "But you know whom it belongs to?"

"Well…sort of…ummm…I'm sworn not to say. Even if I wanted to tell you I couldn't." Jenkins understood and had a plan. Walking to the clippings book he continues to talk, "The clippings book had this clipping in it the other day. The others tracked down the man in the picture." Showing her the picture of Jenkins 2.0 and his wife he ask, "Do you recognize the man?"

Charlene sees the picture sighing, "Well, it's about right. You have defeated your father. Ummm…the library is trying to fix what it did."

"What did it do?"

"Anything to defeat Dulaque. I have to go."

"Wait! Charlene, what did the library do!"? Charlene was gone leaving Jenkins alone in the annex again.

Staring at the mirror only to see his own refection Jenkins tries to figure out what Charlene meant by library trying to fix what it did. He had to see his doppelganger for himself. Knowing Cassandra would have her phone he uses her coordinates to place the back door to snoop on his look alike. Hurrying to place the clipping book in its spot Jenkins rushes to find the invisible cloak.

~xxx~

The limo drops off the librarians and the guardian at the pub not far from the annex. "Alright mates I'll call Jenkins to fire up the back door." Hearing his phone ring Jenkins hides the invisible cloak along with the book in a draw in his desk then answers his phone. Jenkins fires up the back door letting the group pass through the pub into the annex. He could see and smell how intoxicated they all were. The only one that did not appear as drunk as the rest is Ezekiel. A look of disappointment crosses Jenkins' face, "How much you all had to drink tonight?"

"Well, gramps we had a lot," giggles Braid.

"Gramps?" Jenkins hears the librarian's giggle.

"Wonderful! Did you get any useful information before becoming lushes?"

"Ha! Lushes…no one talks like that anymore Jenkins," exclaims Cassandra. She reaches out slowly to run her painted fingernails through his soft white hair slightly scratching his scalp, "Your hair is magnificent…and SO soft." Reaching for his tie she pulls the taller man down to her face when their eyes met. Jenkins was confuse about her intentions nervously he wonders if she was about to kiss him. He glances at her soft pink lips he always wondered how they would feel on his lips, then suddenly she cups the sides of his head then smells his hair, "It smells REALLY good too."

"You too, Ms. Cillian?" Ezekiel helps Cassandra sit in a chair as Jake and Flynn help Braid. "I believe these ladies need to be put to bed to sleep this off and after you put them to bed the both of you should go to sleep as well." Jenkins needs them to go to sleep or go elsewhere. He didn't want to let them know of his plans. He felt the need to see this man and observe him for a while alone. He also didn't want to think about what just happen between him and Cassandra, or how his heart was nearly jumping out of his chest just by being touched by her soft delicate hands even in her drunken state.

"Jenkins is right," states Ezekiel. "Come on… stand up Cassie."

"Wait, I have a question," Cassie starts in a whisper then progressively gets louder until the Librarians didn't have to lean in to hear her, "it's important. I usually know the answer to everything, but I don't know this answer to this question."

Everyone stops as Cassandra spoke eager to know the question the young library wanted to know; hoping they could answer it for her.

"Jenkins?" He turns his head to the beautiful red head looking into her eyes awaiting her question, wanting desperately to answer her question to satisfy her curiosity. "What conditioner do you use, your hair is so silky soft and smells amazing?!"

Jenkins raised a single eyebrow; that was it? The question from the smartest and most beautiful woman he'd ever met was about his hair. Jenkins stood there shocked for a moment, a thousand years old and he'd never been asked something so simple and easy to answer, especially from someone like Cassandra; still, it made his heart grow fonder. If this was what she could do to him when drunk he'd have to prepare for her sober. He stammers, "Ummm…I…I use Kerastase Oleo."

Ezekiel laughs as he helps Cassandra up from the chair he tells Jenkins, "Oh by the way Jenkins 2.0 is coming here to meet you tomorrow."

Jenkins felt the blood rush from his face. "What?"

"Yeah, It was Flynn's idea."

"Don't try to get me in trouble Ezekiel! Jenkins we will talk in the morning about this. Okay?"

"Sure, Mr. Carsen."

Jenkins waited for thirty minutes after they all left. He set the back door placing his cellphone in his jacket pocket then covers himself with the invisible cloak taking a deep breath he walks though into the cabin. He steps into the large living area with two beige sofas facing a seventy-five inch flat screen tv which was on at the time. In front of the sofas was a stain wooden rectangle coffee table with some reading material on it. Jenkins hears someone walking from what he assumes is the kitchen he stands still. He watches as the young man from the picture walks into the room he notices he had a cup of tea and appears not to be as drunk as the librarians were. He places his cup of tea on the table then after he reaches for a book on the table he sits down. That's when Jenkins notices not only did they drink the same type of tea, but also had the same taste in nightwear.

He stood there for ten minutes watching the man read his book and sipping his tea. His eyes were on him until he notices the woman from the photo in a short purple bathrobe walking from the hallway, "Love?"

"Hmm," answers Galahad.

"Would you like anything while I'm in the kitchen?"

"No, but could you come here when you're finished?"

"Sure."

Jenkins watches as the woman walks into the kitchen noticing her long sleek legs making his mouth go dry. She returns with a bottle of water in her hand, "What do you need, love?"

Jenkins notice how his eyes never left the book he held on too, "Could you reach the remote and turn off the tv for me?"

"You mean the remote that is so far away from you…you know on the other side of the coffee table?"

Smiling he replies, "That would be the one."

"Sure," giggles Brie.

Jenkins watch as she bends at the waist leaning over the table to reach the remote knowing the short bathrobe would not cover her backside. Seeing a smile on his look alike's face as he closes his book Jenkins realizes he must have figured it out as well. He watches as the other man reaches for the backside of woman. "Galahad, what are…" That was all she said as she let out a moan. Jenkins knew where this was headed feeling the need to leave immediately, but he did not move a muscle. He couldn't stay here while they did that. It was not right. It was wrong to watch two people share something so intimate, but he didn't move. He just stood there staring at the woman bend over the table listening to her moan. Closing his eyes then swallows hard when his look alike stood up behind her. Hearing the lover's skins tapping with her moaning his name drove him mad with desire. He knew he had to leave and now. Slowly he crept into the hallway pulling out his phone from his jacket pocket to bring the back door to him. Hearing a grunt as he knew they were done he steps through the door into the library. Jenkins pulls off the invisible cloak placing it back into his hiding spot for now.

"Hey Jenkins where'd you go," inquires Jake. Jenkins jumps to attention not realizing someone was in the annex with him injuring himself in the process. He stares at Jake who was eating a sandwich.

"Ummm…no where…worth mentioning really." Jenkins did not want to talk to Jake about where he was and what he was doing or why he was trying to hide his bottom half.

"Invisible cloak," asks Jake with one eyebrow cocked.

"Yes."

"Hey…listen…could I use that one day?"

"Noooo."

"Just wondering, were you spying on someone…maybe a young redhead?"

He would never spy on Cassandra in her room while she was sleeping in her nightclothes what kind of man did Jake think he is,…are my feelings for Cassandra that obvious? Was she aware of his fond feelings for her? His thoughts drifted to sneaking into her room watching her sleep with a barely there thin nighty showing her porcelain skin; her hair scattered around her like a beautiful red halo making her look like an angel. He couldn't think about that right now…not knowing what fresh hell was about to happen with his look alike. He was, in fact, a man that just witness two people in an intimate position without either of them knowing he was there. He did not want to stick around to explain that to Jake. "I'm going to take…a shower now. Goodnight, Mr. Stone. " Jenkins rushes to his room for solitude as he kicked himself mentally about his behavior.

Jake took a bit out of his sandwich watching as the older man practically ran down the hallway, "Yeah, totally watching Cassandra."

~xxx~

The cold-water cascading down Jenkins body slowly washes away the guilt for intruding on something so private. After drying himself off with a soft blue towel he absentmindedly grabs for his pajamas, putting them on, then he climbing into bed he realizes he was wearing the same pajamas Jenkins 2.0 was wearing. Instead of guilt, jealousy reared his evil green little head…jealousy of the younger man came into his thoughts, He looks younger…he's rich…he found love…and she loved him back.

Reaching to turn off his lamp next to his bed he realizes the book he pulled down from the shelf was on his nightstand. Looking through the book again at the pictures drawn on the pages a story starts to take place, but only one page that caught his attention was a drawing of a statue of a woman with flowers at her feet. After a while of staring at the drawing he places the book back onto the nightstand, Jenkins turns off the lights. He covers himself in bed then drifts of to sleep.

His dreams were more vivid that night then any other night as if playing a forgotten memory.

~xxx~

Walking down an old warn down path he always took to go to the lake the clean himself passing by the same statue that stood there as long as he could remember. The statue was of a beautiful woman with a somber look upon her face. Many have speculated why she appeared to be unhappy. Stories of a lost love seemed to be the most popular among all the stories. The statue was covered in vibrant green vines as the statue was stained with time. Some stories said if you place flowers at her feet she would help you gain the love of the one you want the most.

A smile came across his face as he removes his cloths then enters the lake. Swimming always calms him in a way he couldn't explain. Feeling weightless as he floats on top the water letting the pass few days of training wash away in the water. After his swim young Jenkins sat under a weeping willow tree for shade, as his skin dries, he enjoys the sound of trickling water. The lake was calm, peaceful, and the sky was a showing off its great beauty with help from the sun.

Feeling at peace, a peace he has felt since that day. Jenkins realize how the time had pass as he took in his childhood surroundings knowing in his heart he still missed his childhood home even in his sleep. When he spots a simple purple wild flower not far from him. Deciding to pick the purple wild flower to place it at the statues feet as others have done just to pay homage to the statue.

Jenkins places the flower at her feet, "Let this simple flower bring feelings of hope in your moments of despair." Smiling, as he felt ridiculous talking to a statue he turns to walk away to his horse to start back to the castle. Hearing something out of the ordinary he stops to observe what was cracking and breaking; the marble statue slowly crumbles to the ground reviling a woman on the inside. Galahad holds his breath as he watches this unfold in front of him. The woman was beautiful wearing a plain white long dress. She bends her knees reaches for the purple wild flower smiling as she brings the flower to her nose. Walking out of the rubble she walks to the lake entering the lake she submerge completely into the water.

Standing off to the side frozen in his spot trying to understand what he just witness. Jenkins moves closer talking a seat under the weeping willow tree again waiting for the woman to emerge from the lake. Her head finally breaks the lakes surface as Jenkins watches the woman as she made her way out of the lake. He could see the curves of her body as wet translucent white dress clings to her. As she walked to him she stops, waving her hands in front of her. The clothes she was wearing changed. She was now dry wearing a long white gown with her hair in a braid and purple wild flowers in her hair like a crown.

She sat next to him under the weeping willow tree with her knees drawn up her arms folds over them with her chin resting on her arms as she peers at the calming lake. He watches as the sunlight reflects softy off her porcelain skin as the soft breeze plays with lose strains of her auburn hair. An overwhelming urge to reach out and touch to her to see if she was real or if he was dreaming this beautiful woman.

She takes in a deep breath feeling the warm air filling her lungs. The scent of purple wild flowers pleases her remembering the first time she ever smelled that pleasing scent a small smile crosses her lips as she thought of him lecturing her about the power of the simple purple wild flowers had. She sighs at the bittersweet memory then realizes she was sitting next to the man that awaken her, "Thank you for my flower."

Taken back by the heavenly sound of her voice he stares at her for a moment, "You're welcome." They sat in silence for a while watching the lake enjoying the silence and the stillness that surround them.

Jenkins realizes as they sat in silence he did not introduce himself, and he wanted to know her name. Hoping in the back of his mind she would extend her soft delicate hand so he may hold and then kiss the back of her hand. "My name is Galahad by the way." Almost like a whisper he hears her utter, "Brianna." She didn't extend her hand for him to hold then kiss which disappointment fills his mind. Pushing aside the disappointment he continues to talk to her at least he had her attention. "Were you cursed…that's why you were in the statue?"

Hundred years she stayed in that cold hard marble statue nobodies fault but her own. It was her that was not strong. It was her that lived with guilt, but it was him that made the sacrifice with his life. Some of the stories were based on the truth; she was full of sorrow because of love, but not for a lover as the stories made a person believe. A love of a brother…a friend she will never see again due to her weaknesses…due to her being gullible…due to her power. "I placed myself in that marble tomb."

Jenkins could not believe what he was hearing. What would make someone hide themselves as a statue of marble. He wonders as his mind worked out different scenarios of what would make her do such a thing. Was it to hide from someone? Was someone threatening her? Was she in danger? He couldn't help but feel drawn to her… always the knight in shining armor wanting to save her from anything or anyone that would harm her. He needed to know what he could be up against. "What made you want to do that?"

"I was…weak." Looking down at the soft green grass sticking between her toes confused of why she admitted something so personal to someone she just met. Maybe it was the way his deep brown eyes gazing into hers or his mellifluous sounding voice when he first spoke to her as he gently placed the flower at her feet.

Confused by what she meant by being weak he questions, "What do you mean you were weak?"

Her facial features change as he asks his question as did her tone in her voice, "I had my reasons…Galahad."

Sensing she did not want to talk about her reasoning for placing herself in a marble statue Galahad changes the subject. Talking with Brianna came easily to him. He felt at ease talking to her about his hopes and dreams as she sat there listening intently to him. She'd ask questions about his hopes and dreams as if just to let him know she was really listening to him. He never shared his deepest thoughts with anyone before. Thoughts of sharing this part of him with another always terrified him, but with her his mind was at ease as if he knew her all his life and could unequivocal trust her.

"It's getting late. Do you have a place to stay for the night, Brianna?"

"Well, unfortunately I do not have a place to stay tonight. I haven't had time to find some place to stay. I was to busy having a very interesting conversation with a handsome knight. Although, I have the night sky above me, the soft green grass to lie upon, and the gentle sound of the lake to sing me to sleep. I'll be fine sleeping under this weeping willow tree, Galahad."

He didn't want to leave her there all alone, "I could stay here…with you…tonight...just to make sure you would be safe." He notices how her eyes sparkle as she smiles. He desperately wants her to accept his offer of staying with her during the night. "I could keep you company."

"Company," Brianna questions with a smile, "that sounds…nice."

He stood up tall and straight smiling, "Scathach, my horse is over there," he points to the trees next to worn down path. He describes his horse to Brianna as if his horse and him were long time friends always by each other's sides fighting battles "I have some items in my bags that could help us tonight."

Brianna couldn't help but smile to hear the name Scathach; She hasn't heard her friend's name in so long with a smile she asks, "You named your house after a Scottish warrior goddess?"

"Yes, it seemed appropriate. I gained ownership of Scathach on a trip to Scotland and she is a female horse and I'm a knight. Would you like to meeting her?"

Brianna smiles up to Galahad nodding her head, "Yes, I would."

Smiling as he reach down to help Brie up from the ground, "Let me help you up." As their hands touch a spark of desire flows through his body leaving him temporally speechless; however, he notices her biting her lower lip along with her rosy cheeks and thought, Maybe she felt that spark too.

~xxx~

Jenkins woke from his dream with his pulsing member trying to bust through his pajama bottoms realizing at that moment how lucky he truly was to have his own private bathroom attached to his room.