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"Arthur," Uther said as the ashes of the latest sorcerer fled Camelot upon the wind, "New precautions must be taken to insure our kingdom's safety from this pestilence of magic. I want you and your knights to make the rounds of the entire land, searching every home, every monastery, every back-country cottage, and find any book that contains knowledge which might aid a sorcerer - alchemy, necromancy, science, fairy tales - find any dangerous writings, bring them here, and I want them all to be burnt."
"Father." Arthur shifted uncomfortably and glanced at Merlin and Gaius, standing nearby and bearing identical looks of utter horror. "Surely it is not the knowledge which is dangerous, but only the way in which the magicians use it."
"Are you questioning my command? Your king has made a decree for the protection of the people you are sworn to protect, Arthur. Do as you are told." With that, Uther turned his back dramatically and swept into the palace, blind to all but his rage until he bumped quite suddenly into the man who stepped out in front of him.
"Uther Pendragon," said the man, who wore the strangest suit of clothes Uther had ever seen, and bore no distinctive colors or device. Apart from the clothing, however, the stranger looked disturbingly...exactly like Uther himself, a decade or two ago.
"Who are you, and what witchery is this?" the king demanded, stumbling backwards and scrabbling for his sword.
"My name is Giles, and I am here to put an end to this abhominable book-burning you have ordered."
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"Arthur," Uther said as the ashes of the latest sorcerer fled Camelot upon the wind, "New precautions must be taken to insure our kingdom's safety from this pestilence of magic. I want you and your knights to make the rounds of the entire land, searching every home, every monastery, every back-country cottage, and find any book that contains knowledge which might aid a sorcerer - alchemy, necromancy, science, fairy tales - find any dangerous writings, bring them here, and I want them all to be burnt."
"Father." Arthur shifted uncomfortably and glanced at Merlin and Gaius, standing nearby and bearing identical looks of utter horror. "Surely it is not the knowledge which is dangerous, but only the way in which the magicians use it."
"Are you questioning my command? Your king has made a decree for the protection of the people you are sworn to protect, Arthur. Do as you are told." With that, Uther turned his back dramatically and swept into the palace, blind to all but his rage until he bumped quite suddenly into the man who stepped out in front of him.
"Uther Pendragon," said the man, who wore the strangest suit of clothes Uther had ever seen, and bore no distinctive colors or device. Apart from the clothing, however, the stranger looked disturbingly...exactly like Uther himself, a decade or two ago.
"Who are you, and what witchery is this?" the king demanded, stumbling backwards and scrabbling for his sword.
"My name is Giles, and I am here to put an end to this abhominable book-burning you have ordered."
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Date: 2010-05-21 03:48 am (UTC)The man paused, removed his spectacles and began polishing them on the strange scarf that hung around his neck.
"A shade?" his doppelganger said. "Yes, I suppose that should do. Or what I would look like with another twenty years of dissolute living."
"Whoa, G-Man, better cut down on those donuts now if you don't want to look like that!"
"Yes, thank you Xander," the shade, also known as the G-Man said wearily.
The young man, Xander, stepped out from behind a curtain. For all that he seemed gangly and uncouth, he carried the battle-axe with an ease that came only with hard practice.
"Giles, I told you, no more places without indoor plumbing. It was bad enough in London when my curling iron fried the outlet!"
Uther spun around at the voice and the distinctive sound of a corpulent body hitting the flagstone. A tiny, golden haired women jumped lightly over the guard she had plainly just bested and strode toward him. She was dressed in scandalous clothing and balanced on shoes that seemed constructed on stilettos. She was idly twirling a claymore surely heavier than her own weight.
"Yes, Buffy, and how many times did I explain about the 220v outlets?"
The women eyed him like some insect found wanting. It was very uncomfortable. She sniffed her disapproval as the claymore cut the air, stirring the hair on his head.
"As soon as we get back, no more sugar in your tea, Giles. This other you looks like the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Except without the cute finger in the belly and the frosting, or the pop n fresh biscuits..."
"Yes, thank you, Buffy!" Giles interrupted.
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Date: 2010-05-21 02:45 pm (UTC)Ooh ooh! Buffy x Merlin! I haven't written Buffy fic in years, but here's a contribution, if you won't mind.
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Buffy frowned as she looked away from him and at the king instead. She raised her hand up and rubbed her eyes, blinking several times before turning to look at her Watcher. "Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing? Two Giles?"
"Stay back!" Uther cried as he held his sword out in front of him. "I will suffer neither witches nor sorcerers on these lands!"
"Oh, please," the blonde-haired girl waved her hand indifferently at him, "do I look like a witch to you? If we knew you wanted to see a real witch, we would have asked Willow to come instead."
Several paces away, Merlin tilted his head slightly toward Gaius. "Gaius, do you know who they are?" he whispered softly, his lips barely moving as he kept his eyes on the strangers.
The physician gave a small shake of his head. "I've no idea." He had seen many unusual things throughout his years at Uther's court, but this was the strangest encounter he has had to date. "I don't recognize any of them."
"Not them maybe," said a voice from behind him. "But what about me?"
The two men jumped and spun around. The surprise was evident on Merlin's face, but Gaius just stared and his eyes narrowed in recognition. "You."
She wore the same strange garments as the other strangers, different and even more immodest than some of Morgana's gowns. But her face hadn't changed; it looked exactly the same as the last time he saw her. Blonde-hair, dark eyes and a smile that always made him uneasy.
"Me," the woman said. "It's been a while since I've last seen you, Gaius. Twenty years for you, almost a thousand for me. To think we'd meet again in Camelot of all places." Her gaze slid to the boy that stood beside him. "Is this your latest apprentice?"
"Gaius, who is she?"
The woman heard Merlin's question, and she raised an eyebrow at him. "Do introduce us, Gaius. It's only proper."
The older man gritted his teeth. "Merlin, this is Anyanka. A sorceress."
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Date: 2010-05-21 09:15 pm (UTC)---
As Gaius spluttered over that outrageous and unexpected statement, Merlin looked at her with interest. "Vengeance demon?" he asked politely, choosing to ignore the rest of her words.
"Oh yeah. I was a goddess for a thousand years, the patroness of spited women. They appealed to me for vengeance against their lovers." She smiled, fondly thinking back to the good times of her past. "It was fun."
Merlin coughed quietly into his hand. "I--uh--I'm sure it was."
Anyanka stared at him shrewdly. "You haven't done anything to warrant vengeance yet, I suppose. Otherwise, I would have heard." She looked past him toward something else further away. "Now, he looks like the type of man I normally go after."
Merlin turned his head, following her gaze. His heart quickened a few beats as his eyes found the focus of her attention. Oh no. He silently prayed that Arthur wouldn't do anything foolish in front of these strangers. Especially in front of this supposed Vengeance Demon.
"Wait a minute." Her sharp voice drew his attention once more. She looked between Gaius and himself, dark eyes widening as she realized something. "Did he say your name was Merlin?"
"Yes, I'm--" the young wizard began before Gaius interrupted.
"Don't say another word, Merlin." The physician manged to recover in time to stop his young charge from revealing any more of the truth and about their past.
"But--" Merlin stopped as Gaius silenced him with a warning look.
"Not another word." The older man turned to the woman. "You know, don't you?" he asked her, a hint of accusation in his voice.
"Of course I know. I've lived far longer than you, old man, and I will do so long after you have passed from this world. And I know all about Camelot and Uther Pendragon." There was a hint of disdain as she spoke the king's name. "Which is why we're here."