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Please to not make fun of my poor name hybridization.  Thanks much, me.

"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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"A shade!" Uther gasped at the malevolent presence in tweed.

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.