Disclaimer : Ah shucks, would you look at that. I don't own Charmed, not even a fraction of it! Well dang -SNAPS FINGERS- I was hoping I would at least own Chris and Wyatt by now. I mean, it's a new year! Cut me some slack! But I don't own it, I will people! Mark my words, someday I will own Charmed. At least I hope. Although, the plot to this series, however, including its characters and story line is mine. Steal it, and I will kill you. If you run, I will hunt you down - bringing my hell hounds and assassins with me. You have been warned. Now, enjoy your reading! Also, a review at the end would be nice.

Author's note : I am so sorry for the delayed wait. But after I went on holidays with my family when they came up, I went with them back to their house because my parents were going to their place in just a little over a week. Meaning I was gone for that length of time as well as the time that my parents spent down there, then I had to get supplies for my classes because school starts up again next week. -.- which sucks at the moment. And then I was going to update the other day, but my cousins and aunt dropped in. Was going to update the day after but my other cousins dropped in. and then I was going to update yesterday, but my uncle and aunt (who I haven't seen in like three years) dropped in. So once again, so sorry!

1x09 : Quest For Camelot.

Summary : When a woman is thrown through time, what happens when she is convinced that Wyatt is her one true love? And will Emily finally be forced to confront her feelings for Wyatt when she's faced with losing him forever?

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Chapter Five : His Greatest Weakness.

"So the Source is now involved?" Leo asked simply as he paced in front of the young adults that all held a place in his heart, even Hazel. She was the reason that Piper and he now knew of what Chris was going through, and he would forever be grateful to her for that.

Still, the moment they had appeared in the library where he had been talking to a fellow teacher, Leo had known there was something wrong. Now knowing the Source was involved though, Leo felt a new ripple of worry and fear running through his veins - one that he had used to feel whenever the sisters had run off to face another demon.

"Yeah," Prue said slowly as she looked around, a frown marring her features as she sighed when she saw no sign of Lady Peppy anywhere, something that made her both anxious and relieved. "But um, Uncle Leo?" She began as she frowned, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but where is Lady Peppy?"

Smiling at his niece's nickname for the woman who had stolen Arthur's heart and was convinced she could steal Wyatt's as well, Leo chuckled. Seeing all of their worried expressions, all except Emily who had yet to meet the woman, Leo could help but sigh. "Apparently she was annoying the hell out of the students that were trying to study, so we had to relocate her."

"Thank God," Hazel sighed as she slouched down into the couch, covering her face with her hands as she finally allowed herself to relax. It appeared as though luck was finally working in her favour for once, and she was okay with that as long as Guinevere wasn't in the same room as her.

"Anyway, can we please move on to the topics we came here to discuss?" Wyatt pleaded as he rubbed his throat slightly, rolling his eyes when he noted that Chris was studying him, almost as if he were trying to figure out what was amiss with his older brother. "It's only a matter of time before she comes back, and she was supposed to have died a few centuries ago - meaning I can't press charges or get a restraining order. So, can we be gone before she comes back?"

"Of course," Leo said as he came to halt long enough to nod at his eldest child's request, a small smile working its way onto his face as he took in his son's uneasiness. Wyatt had rarely been uncomfortable around women, or people in general, so this was genuinely an amusing occasion. "What do you want to know?"

"Um," Henry Jr began as he looked at his uncle before a haughty smirk appeared on his face before he turned to look at his eldest cousin. "When Lady Guinevere showed up," he began but when he saw how Wyatt's face was slowly becoming more and more angered, he backed off and looked back to his Uncle Leo as Wyatt's expression darkened. "She called Chris, Caleb, and I - Perceval, Geraint, and Gawin." He pointed out simply as he tilted his head and arched his eyebrow in a Paige-like pose. "Why?"

"Well," Leo said as his eyebrows furrowed downward as he thought about it for several moments, absently placing his book down on the desk, before he answered. "After we learned that Wyatt was the next King Arthur, your Aunt Piper was quite…insistent on doing research on the legends of Excalibur and Camelot, even Arthur himself," he chuckled. "She said it was her way of being prepared-"

"More like it was her way of being overprotective," Wyatt muttered as he rolled his eyes at his mother's tendencies of mothering anyone who would sit long enough for her mothering skills to go into overdrive. Seeing the way his brother and cousins looked at him though, Wyatt frowned. "What?"

"Three words," Chris gritted out as he glared at his brother, his arms crossed across his chest. "Pot and kettle."

Realising what his brother was saying, Wyatt's eyes widened. "I am not that bad!" He defended as he shook his head. "There is no way you can put me on the same level as Mom," Wyatt said, narrowing his eyes at Emily when he heard he scoff at that. "She's simply overprotective, nosy and never stays out of other people's business."

"Wyatt," Emily began as she smiled at her best friend, her stomach getting butterflies just by looking at him. Still, she must have kept it well hidden because no one brought it up. "I hate it to break it to you, but she's you in a skirt!"

"She is not."

"Is too!"

"Anyway," Prue began as she rolled her eyes at the two - interrupting them before they got into another epic argument. Moreover, after dealing with Guinevere, she did not have the energy to send them back to memory lane in an attempt to mend their relationship again. "You were saying?"

"Well," Leo began as he sighed. "We learned plenty of information from the books, but most of what is printed today is the happy-version of the morbid events." He chuckled, "much like Disney's attempts to sugar-coat the original fairytales. But if you look into the original documents, you can find the truth."

"Well don't keep us in suspense," Chris drawled sarcastically as he rolled his eyes at his father's apparent need for the dramatics. Something that earned Chris a look from his older brother as Wyatt detected the snippy tone in his voice - well forgive him for wanting to get a move on with this!

Seeing Wyatt's look though, Leo only smiled reassuring at his youngest son when he managed to catch Chris' eyes. Eyes that were so much like his own, right down to the hue, but yet they were so different from the eyes that the other Chris had possessed - these eyes were less haunted. Still, Leo could not help but smile at Chris; he knew they were not Chris' feelings but the ones the other Chris had held towards him before they had made an amends that caused Chris' actions.

"Well," Leo began as he pushed those thoughts away and once again began pacing back and forth in front of the people who were listening to him intently. "As you all know, King Arthur never walked alone. Instead he took the company of the ones he trusted."

"The Knights of the Round Table." Wyatt said simply as he nodded his head as he conceded that it made sense, and when he saw his father nod at him to indicate that he was right, Wyatt found himself frowning. Not making the connecting, he asked, "but what does that have to do with anything?"

"Everything," Leo said simply, but seeing that Wyatt still did not get it, Leo sighed and bit his lip in thought. "Okay, think about it this way - it was believed, that while the knights couldn't draw the sword from the stone, for that was reserved for the one true king, they could wield the sword." Seeing their looks, the once-Elder sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Think about," he said as he looked at Chris. "While you were never able to draw the sword, when Wyatt was nice enough to share, you were able to handle the power that flowed through the sword - simply because Wyatt allowed for you to use it. He gave you permission."

"That didn't happen all too often, he always did have a problem with sharing." Chris muttered, only to have Wyatt roll his eyes at his brother.

"True, but think about it," Leo said as he saw their blank faces. "The knights were able to use Excalibur because King Arthur trusted them enough to allow it, just like Wyatt trusted you enough to use it on occasion."

"More like once in a blue moon."

"Anyway," Leo said, cutting off Wyatt when he saw his eldest son open his mouth to snap some sort of comment to Chris. "If Wyatt is the next King Arthur, wouldn't it make sense for him to have his own set of knights? And if they were people he trusted wouldn't it make sense for-"

"-Wait," Caleb interrupted as he raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly at Leo before he looked to Wyatt. "So you mean to say that, what?" He questioned as he frowned, "that since Wyatt is the next King Arthur that he is going to have his own set of loyal knights and his nwxt kitchen table it going to be round?" The half-demon drawled sarcastically, causing Wyatt to roll his eyes while Chris and Henry laughed, the woman simply rolled their eyes as well.

"Somehow, I don't think that was Uncle Leo's point," Prue commented as she looked to Emily and Hazel for help, but they simply shrugged, causing the half-Cupid to sigh. "Okay, I'll pretend I'm talking to youngsters," she growled as she looked to the others. "So, Arthur chose his knights because they were people he trusted, right?" Seeing that the four guys managed to understand that, Prue continued. "So wouldn't it make sense for Wyatt's knights to also be people that he trusted?"

"Yeah," Wyatt said slowly, a frown on his face as he arched an eyebrow at his younger cousin. "So…?" He began to ask, only to cringe back into the seat when Prue narrowed her eyes and a low growl admitted from her throat. "What does that have to do with Chris and Perceval?"

"Like Uncle Leo said- everything."

"I don't get it."

"Okay Wyatt," Leo began as he clasped his hands in front of him, looking at his eldest son with an exasperated look. "Do you trust your brother?"

"Of course I trust him," Wyatt said without thinking, of course he trusted Chris. He trusted his brother with his life because while it seemed that Chris had no regard for his own life, Chris would probably die for the ones he loved. More than that, they were brothers. Something you could never completely get rid of - even if you tried to sever that bond.

"And if I were to tell you that out of King Arthur's knights that Perceval was one of his most trusted knights then-"

"-I thought Lancelot was the most trusted knight?" Henry Jr interrupted.

"One of," Leo sighed as he hinted at the fact that there was more than one knight that Arthur had been willing to trust with his life. "But while is often not mentioned, there are manuscripts that suggest that Arthur trusted Perceval just as he did Lancelot, if not more so."

"Probably because Perceval didn't have an affair with Arthur's woman," Caleb said simply.

"Perhaps."

"So you don't think it was a coincidence that they referred to Chris as Perceval?" Hazel asked as she arched an eyebrow, smirking when she saw Chris glaring at her. She knew he had been about to ask the same question but being one of only four people that knew of Chris having the memories from the other timeline, Hazel was determined to make it as easy as possible to all the parties involved. Which meant keeping Chris' exposure to Leo, and sometimes Wyatt, to a minimum? Still, ever since Chris had told his parents the truth it appeared as though his ill-tempered attitude and anger had dissolved.

"No, I don't," Leo answered simply as he shook his head. "I think they called Chris by Perceval because he is Perceval," the once-Elder explained as he looked to his youngest son who was wearing a look of confusion as his face scrunched up. "At least you were."

"So," Emily began as she arched an eyebrow looking between Chris and Wyatt. "Just like Wyatt is the next King Arthur, you think it's more than that." The psychic guessed, only to beam in pride when Leo nodded to let her know she was right. "The reason they all know Wyatt is because he was Arthur in a past life?"

"Yes," Leo confirmed as he nodded, thankful that someone had finally caught on to what he was saying. "And that is also why I believe that they had mistaken you the three of you," he said as he looked at Chris, Caleb and Henry. "As those particular knights because in your past lives you were those knights."

As he turned to smile at his brother, Chris had a full smile on his face - even though he knew Wyatt would not get the full meaning of his comment. "So basically," Chris began as he arched an eyebrow. "I have to protect Wyatt's ass no matter what time I'm in."

While only Hazel, his father and himself that got the gravity of those words, Chris wouldn't help but sigh at the thought of that. Why did the life and mortality of the Twice Blessed always fall to him?

Though Chris had tried to pass it off as a simple comment, Leo could see the pain hidden beneath Chris' green eyes that the half-Elder was trying so desperately not to burden his family with. That was why Chris had yet to tell Wyatt and the others the truth, he didn't want to burden anyone with it, but more than that, he didn't want to cause anyone the pain that the knowledge would surely cause them.

Nevertheless, Leo knew that if Chris didn't deal with it soon, Piper and he were going to have to step in to help out, not to mention Hazel would step in as well. While she was loyal to Chris' need for silence, it was not above her to step in if she believed it was the right thing to do. The half-Elf had proved that once already, for if it were not for her, Leo knew that he and Piper would still be oblivious to what Chris was really going through, so he knew she would step in also. She already had.

This was not Chris' battle to fight alone; they would be there for him - all of them.
Especially Leo, he would not abandon his son again.

"You, protect me?" Wyatt scoffed as he interrupted the silence that had descended in the room as a result of Chris' joke. "I think you have that messed up there, Chrissie-Boy," he teased as his blue eyes began sparkling with mischief as he smirked at hisbrother who was arching an eyebrow at the blond. "If I remember correctly, baby brother, it is usually me saving your ass!"

"Wyatt!" Leo burst as he scolded his eldest child for his language - despite the fact that said child would be turning twenty-five on his Birthday. It did not change the fact that Piper would kill Wyatt if he didn't watch his mouth.

Nevertheless, there was also more than that. Whether Wyatt knew the truth or not, Leo did and he would not allow Wyatt to shrug that topic off so easily. His brother had died for him. And while the once-Elder couldn't blame Wyatt for the comment because he didn't know the truth because Chris wasn't ready for his brother to know, Leo couldn't help but feel a little frustrated about the situation. Chris needed Wyatt to know and Wyatt deserved to know, but knowing his youngest son's stubbornness, Wyatt would not be informed of the situation anytime soon.

Hearing Wyatt's comment, Chris could not help but snort at it, his father's words falling on deaf ears. Unlike his father, Chris hadn't even been thinking about the other timeline, actually, he tried not to think about it all that much. Mostly because it was not real - at least, not anymore. More than that, he had promised his father while in the past that he would start with a clean slate when he got to the future. Therefore, because of that, he would not allow the memories to get to him; he was going to honour that promise.

"Wy," Chris started as he shook his head, unable to believe the nonsense his brother was getting on with. "You're the one that drags me into the positions where I get into trouble," he pointed out as he raised his eyebrows at his brother. "So you better damn well save me," he exclaimed as he ignored his father's scolding look.

"I drag you into those situations too," Prue admitted as she thought back to all of the trouble that she and Chris had gotten into over the years. Smiling at the memories, Prue didn't notice the scolding looks everyone, other than Chris and Hazel, were sending her. "Those were the days."

"For you maybe," Leo muttered as he thought back to the years that had been surely taken off his life from the nights of worrying over his children when they had failed to come home or check in.

"This really is off topic-" Emily began as she looked between the two brothers and Prue before she turned to Henry and Caleb for help, only to groan when they both shrugged in response.

"And second of all," Chris began as he continued to glare at his older brother who had the forever-present smug smirk on his face, something that always annoyed Chris. "I am not your baby brother," Chris pointed out as Wyatt raised an eyebrow. Noting that the blond Twice Blessed witch didn't understand the meaning in those words, Chris rolled his eyes. "I am not your baby brother or your lil' bro or your little brother or whatever new, annoying nickname you have this week. I am your younger brother," Chris whined. "Not the baby - Melinda is the baby, not me."

"Says the one that is whining like a baby," Wyatt retorted, smirking at his brother.

"And was eavesdropping on our conversation!" Emily added.

"Exactly!"

"It was Hazel's idea!" Chris whined.

"Actually, it was Prue's." The half-Elf pointed out.

"Anyway," Prue yelled as she interrupted the argument. "Who is a bigger baby really isn't the problem, nor is the fact who decided to listen in on who's conversation," the half-Cupid pointed out as she clasped her hands together as she ignored how everyone was glaring at her. "The problem is that we have to get Lady Peppy back to her time before she drives us crazy or to an early grave - whichever comes first and we have some dude name Medra-something-or-another out to kill Wyatt," she ranted as she rounded on her Uncle Leo. "And who the hell in history is he?"

"From what you've told me, he's the one who got rid of King Arthur in the first place," Leo said simply as he looked to his niece. "Meaning that he is the reason that Merlin used his magic to send Guinevere to us."

"We know that," Caleb groaned as he rolled his eyes in exasperation. "What we want to know is why the hell he did God only knows what to Arthur!" It was then that the half-manticore frowned and arched one eyebrow, "and what does he have to do with Arthur in the first place?"

Seeing that his father was debating on what to tell them, Chris smiled slightly and reminded his father of what the once-Elder had told Chris in the past - long before anyone had known who Chris was. "Dad, trust works both ways."

Recognizing those words, Leo rubbed his eyes and sighed as the memories flashed before his mind. "You're right," he conceded as he let out a frustrated sigh before looking to all of them. "Medraut," he said slowly as he looked at Prue, who shrugged simply at the correct pronunciation of the name. "Well, tradition varies in regard to his relation to Arthur, but in Arthurian legend, he is most commonly known as the knight that betrayed King Arthur after Arthur left him in charge of hid throne as he crossed the English Channel to wage war on the Emperor of Rome. Instead of this, however, Medraut crowned himself king and married Guinevere, forcing Arthur to return to England."

Wyatt frowned at that knowledge, "he willingly married her?"

Shaking his head at his eldest son's hatred for Lady Guinevere, Leo nodded and chuckled. "So did Arthur," he pointed out, stifling his laughter when a look of pure horror appeared on Wyatt's face before the Twice Blessed witch went into a coughing fit. Hearing Wyatt clear his throat to stop the coughing, Leo frowned but pushed his worry aside when it seemed that Wyatt was okay. "Anyway, after he forced Arthur to return to England, the Battle of Camlann was fought where Medraut was killed after fatally wounding Arthur, and then Arthur was taken to Avalon."

"And he was a knight?" Henry Jr asked as he felt his mouth drop, frowning when looked over at Wyatt. "Damn Wy," he said as his eyes met his eldest cousin's blue eyes, "it has got to suck being the next King Arthur; people trying to kill you and all."

"Thank-you," Wyatt said when Hazel smacked Henry Jr on the back of the head to get the half-mortal to shut up.

"Think nothing of it, Matty H." Hazel beamed as Henry Jr sent her a withering glare, one that was accompanied by Wyatt's when he heard the atrocious nickname Hazel had given him.

Knowing that Wyatt and Hazel were about to argue, again, over the ill-fated nickname, Chris intervened by turning to his father once again. "So Medraut was basically the one that destroyed Camelot the first time around?" Chris asked but seeing his father nod, Chris found himself raising an eyebrow as he read his father's expression. "But there's' something more, isn't there?"

Knowing that it was the memories from the past that allowed his youngest son to read him so well, Leo found himself frowning at Chris' smirk. Still, he nodded nonetheless because Chris was right - trust worked both ways and there was no point in lying to them now.

"Yes," the once-Elder admitted as he sighed. "Though there are many variations of Medraut's relation to Arthur, he is most commonly known as the illegitimate son of Arthur."

Prue felt her mouth drop as a thick, uncomfortable silence filled the room as everyone took in that simple statement and struggled for the words that would be appropriate after learning such a major detail.

"King Arthur's son?" The half-Cupid squeaked as her eyes went wide as those words continued to play over and over in her mind. Seeing her Uncle Leo nod, she laughed uneasily as she looked over at Wyatt. "I guess a congratulations is in order?"

"Screw you," Wyatt retorted as he glared at his cousin.

"Wait," Hazel said as he waved her hands around in wild gestures as she frowned at Leo, who was looking at her warily since he had learned by now that Hazel had a real knack for catching on to things that others missed. "Did you say illegitimate son?"

Moreover, this was no exception to that fact, Leo mused as he nodded simply in turn to the half-Elf's questioned. "Yes," Leo confirmed as he sighed. "Medraut was, or is, the son of King Arthur and Morgause," he said simply but seeing the silent question on each of their faces, Leo let out a frustrated breath. "Morgause was the half-sister of Arthur."

Emily scrunched her nose up at that little comment. "Ewe, that's a little disgusting."

"A little? More like a lot," Hazel retorted as she turned to look at Wyatt as a pleading expression appeared on her face. "Matty H. please tell me that you don't have any half-sisters this time around," she pleaded. "Because if they have any youngsters, I think we can guess who the father is."

Hearing Hazel's light tone, Henry Jr laughed as the half-Elf tried to ignore the withering glare that Wyatt was sending her way as the others tried to control their laughter, all except himself and the half demon, who also let his laughter out.

"No wonder this dude is pissed at Arthur," Henry commented.

"And no wonder it was illegal," Caleb added as he too scrunched his nose up as a thought crossed his mind. "That's like…Wyatt and Melinda having a child together."

That thought caused both Wyatt and Leo to pale while Chris gagged at the very thought and met eyes with Emily.

"You were right," Chris said, the colour still draining from his face as he looked to the psychic that he considered an older sister to him. "Ewe," he quoted as his older brother lazily waved his hand and sent an abandoned pillow at Chris, effectively hitting him in the head.

"How did they not know who I am?"

Hearing Medraut ask that question for what felt like the millionth time, Daquin rolled his eyes from where he was resting against the cavern wall. While he was loyal to the Source and would carry out any order that was given to him, he drew the line at babysitting.

Which, was basically what the demon was doing as he watched Medraut pace and whine like some juvenile child that was being forced to go to bed at what they deemed an unfair hour by their underpaid babysitter.

"I mean, I am Medraut!" Medraut continued to rant, unaware of the demon's bitter thoughts as his eyes followed the knight back and forth as he paced to and fro in the dim cavern that was located in the Underworld. "And where did Arthur get those powers, he should not possess such things! It's almost as if he isn't the King anymore!"

"Ding, ding, ding we have a winner," Daquin muttered to himself as he rolled his eyes at the knight who had not heard him. "Because surely King Arthur lived for centuries after the time of Camelot, but what the heck ignore the demon - we're easy targets."

"Talking to yourself, Daquin?" The Source asked from the shadows as his way of announcing his presence in the room, causing Daquin to jump as his eyes traveled to the Source who had an amused smirk on his face. "Or is it that Medraut's presence has finally forced you to the brink of insanity?"

"I think it was the latter," Daquin admitted.

Chuckling, the Source frowned as he looked over at Medraut who was glaring hatefully at the demon. "Daquin," the Source said as his eyes flicked over to the demon, "why don't you go check on those demons?" He asked even though Daquin knew it was an order, "from my understanding, several were lost as a result of our dear friends," he growled sarcastically. "Round up more demons."

"Yes, my Lord," Daquin said as he bowed his head at the Source before shimmering out - both thankful that he was no longer responsible for Medraut, nor did he have to listen to the knight moan and groan over no one knowing who he was. Simply because Daquin, too, was at a loss when it came to the identity of the knight. Not that he had told Medraut that.

Watching as the demon left, Medraut frowned from where he had been standing as he had watched the scene with intense interest. "It amazes me what can change in future years," he commented as he looked to the Source who had a look of mild surprise on his face. "Most people evolve from evil to good in later lives; not the other way around."

"My past life is of no concern to me," the Source said gruffly as he looked at Medraut for a brief moment before walking over to his crystal ball. "It holds no credence over my current life and it would be wise for you to learn that before you go up against the Halliwell brats & Company again."

"I was unprepared for the King to have powers as well. It was an unfair advantage."

"That was just one of your mistakes," the Source said simply as he looked down and waved his hand over the crystal ball, frowning when he noted that the Headmaster of Magic School was adding his two cents worth of the situation as the Seven went on to researching. "They always have to be so stubborn."

"Interesting trick," Medraut mused as he walked over to the crystal ball as well and frowned at the sight of the King in front of him, yet out of his reach. What really troubled the knight was the fact that the King looked healthy, something that caused him to look up and glare at the Source accusingly. "You swore that your potion would take care of him!"

"Do not question my word!" The Source roared as he glared up at the knight, his eyes nothing but dancing flames as his temper flew out of control. Seeing the fear in Medraut's eyes, the Source sighed and allowed for the natural blue colour of his eyes to return. "And the potion will work; it's just running its course. For it to come into full affect, simply anger him."

"And how do you suppose I do that?" Medraut asked sceptically as he frowned at the Source, gesturing to the crystal ball which was showing a sorrowful looking Wyatt who was being teased by Chris about Lady Guinevere.

"If Wyatt Halliwell has one weakness; it's his heart."

"You're point?"

"Target his heart," the Source said simply as he waved his hand and the image shimmered before them, showing Emily who was smiling widely and laughing along with the others while Wyatt continued to pout. "Though he is not aware of it consciously, Wyatt Halliwell loves her and she loves him."

"Perhaps that may work," Medraut admitted as he looked back up to the Source with a sour expression. "But it does not change the fact that they are somewhere I can't reach!"

"Let me take care of that," the Source said cruelly as he snapped his fingers and Medraut began glowing in a deep purple colour. "Consider that the end of the unfair advantage. Just be sure to anger him, it's the only way the potion will take affect; his temper has always been his other weakness."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Emily asked Wyatt for the millionth time as she frowned at him. "Wyatt," she tried again when he failed to answer her while he tried to smother his cough so he would not alert anyone else in the room. "Maybe it wasn't just a smoke potion and I, for one, would feel a lot better if we had someone heal you."

"I'm not coughing because of the potion, I'm coughing because of all of the dust on these books." Wyatt lied as he stacked another book on the shelf as he sent a glare at Emily who was stationed at his side. Looking up, Wyatt sighed in relief when he noted that no one else was looking at him, except Prue who was glancing back and forth between him and Emily. Once he gave her a 'what the hell' look though, she looked away.

"Yeah, and I'm one of Santa's elves," Emily muttered sarcastically.

"I heard that!" Hazel shouted from the other end of the library where she was stood with, Chris, Prue, Caleb and Henry, which immediately caused the two best friends to jump as they looked over and found a fuming Hazel glaring at them, "I don't know what the context was, but I would appreciate it if all elf jokes were non-existent! That's all I ask!"

Wincing, Emily plastered a fake smile on her face as she looked at the half-Elf. "Sorry Hazel," she called, wincing once more when the few students that were in the library shushed them. Looking back at Wyatt, she frowned when she saw that he was smirking at her. "Now, where was I? Oh, right. I was calling you out on your martyr complex!"

Wyatt narrowed his eyes, "I do not have a martyr complex!" The Twice Blessed witch denied as his best friend narrowed her brown eyes at him while his own blue eyes strayed to his baby brother. "You must have me mistaken for my brother, Chris."

"Well if that's the case," Emily muttered sarcastically as she pulled another book from the shelf, only to throw it back when she read the title and deemed that it was not on the topic they were researching. "Then you and Chris have the whole not going to worry the others and suffer alone thing in common!"

Before Wyatt could retort anything to that comment, he froze when he heard his father's voice call out from behind the closed doors to the library. "Guinevere!" Leo's voice called, "they're not in there, I assure-"

Whatever the once-Elder was going to say was interrupted when Lady Guinevere managed to push the thick doors open, only to beam when her eyes immediately landed on Wyatt.

"There you are my love!" Lady Guinevere yelled, only to be shushed by the students also. Hearing someone dare shush her, Lady Guinevere paused in her strides for one brief moment to glare at the students as their ways fazed her, but she pushed all thoughts aside as she ran towards Wyatt, only to pause when she saw Emily. A woman who was standing way to close to her Arthur for her liking. "And…who are you? Another vile witch who is here to thwart my plans in retrieving my Arthur?"

"Your Arthur," Emily repeated, standing to her full height as she glared at the woman in front of her as the others rushed to their side - apparently sensing the catfight that could occur as a result of Guinevere's possessive tendencies towards Wyatt - the man Emily was in love with. "I see," Emily said as she crossed her arms, the bitter tone not leaving her voice as she narrowed her eyes even further. "And what makes you think he's your Arthur? And how dare you accuse me or my friends of being vile witch's!"

Pressing her lips into a firm, tight line, Lady Guinevere narrowed her eyes as she took in the sight of the woman in front of her. Overall, she did not appear to be one that could inflict much damage, but Lady Guinevere knew by now that judging people was not wise.

"Figures you would be mixed in with that lot," Lady Guinevere said in disgust as she looked to Hazel and Prue who were boiling in anger. "And I know my Arthur. Moreover, this man is Arthur. His resemblance to my Arthur is faithful," Lady Guinevere said simply. "Except for his blond locks, they're shorter. But I would know my true love's heart anywhere, and it resides in him," she said as her hand flew out to point at Wyatt who was frowning as he looked back and forth between the two. "Meaning he is Arthur; my Arthur."

"Look why don't we all-" Chris began.

"Chris?" Emily began acidly as she readjusted her arms, not one taking her eyes off of Lady Guinevere who was also glaring at Emily. "You know I love you like a brother, right?"

"Yeah?"

"So you consider me to be like an older sister to you, right?" Emily said as she gritted her teeth together, her anger getting the best of her as her mind filled with images of what would happen if Lady Guinevere did get Wyatt - and it was not pretty. Sometimes, being a psychic really sucked.

"Yeah, so?"

"So shut the hell up!" Emily snapped as she finally removed her eyes from Lady Guinevere so she could send Chris a bitter glare, only to have her head snap back to Lady Guinevere. "And who the hell do you think you are?" She demanded, "The last time I checked, Wyatt was his own person. He is in charge of his own life - he always has been, unless his mother steps in, but that is beside the point! He is not going to be your true love because you say he is!"

"I do not just say he is!" Lady Guinevere roared as she began trembling in anger as her eyes scanned the room as until they rested on Wyatt who looked as though he would prefer to be anywhere but here. "I know he is! I know my king, alone we are two but together we are one."

"About that-" Wyatt began as he rubbed the back of his neck to show how uncomfortable he really was. He knew what it was like to receive the brunt of Emily's anger, he had experienced that when she had been dating that Seth person and he had a not-so-good feeling that the other blond woman in front of him would have him in Emily's bad graces again if he were not careful.

"If he really did love you," Emily interrupted as she cut off her best friend. She knew it was rude, and while she did feel slightly guilty when she saw Wyatt's look; there was just something about Lady Guinevere that annoyed Emily. In addition, there was the minor fact they loved the same person. "Then you wouldn't have anything to worry about, now would you? So why don't you back the hell off?"

"And you've all been calling me McWitchy all week?" Prue asked as if she were talking more so to herself than anyone else. "Well, it appears that you had that little detail wrong. It appears there is someone else striving for the witchy title," she muttered but when she saw the way that everyone was glaring at her, she frowned. "What?"

"Not the time," Caleb said simply.

"I will not back off as you call it," Lady Guinevere shouted as she stared defiantly at the woman in front of her. "I do not know who you are to have a say in the manners of my king and I, but I will not stand for it!" Getting that off her chest, Lady Guinevere brushed the out-of-place hairs away from her face and turned to smile sweetly at Wyatt. "Now my King, we really must be leaving."

"Leaving," Prue said dreamily as she smiled, leaning against the sofa as she sighed. "Now that is a nice idea," she said happily as the others all stared at her in disbelief, especially Wyatt. It was then that Prue's face adopted an unfeeling look as she glared at Lady Guinevere. "So, you better be going, Lady Peppy. And while you're at it, take Medraut with you."

That ending statement surprised Lady Guinevere and caused whatever retort she had for Prue to die on her tongue as her face developed an expression that mixed between fear, surprise and anger. "Medraut," she repeated, a low growl in the base of her throat as her eye narrowed. "He is here?"

"Yeah, what's it to you?" Hazel asked rudely.

"Before I left, Medraut was there but he was the only one that knew of the King's absence that was not worried so," Lady Guinevere said simply as her eyebrows narrowed in both worry and concern. "And of all the knights, he is the one I trust the least."

"You think he is behind Arthur's disappearance." Hazel knew it should have been a question, but it was not. Medraut having an agreement with the Source was proof enough for them to know that he was somehow behind this.

"Yes," Lady Guinevere said simply as she nodded, still frowning at Hazel before turning to Wyatt. "This is why we must leave, my love. You are no longer safe here, not if Medraut has sought you out - he wants the throne to himself and is willing to do anything to get it."

It was then that demons shimmered in, Medraut leading the faction.

"What the hell?" Chris demanded as he frowned, looking to Wyatt as confusion showed on his face as he looked back at the demons. "How the hell did they get in here?" Chris demanded as he ducked to avoid an energy ball.

"I don't know," Wyatt admitted as he frowned, glaring hatefully at Medraut before looking to the few students in the library. "Get out of here!" He ordered as he grabbed his sword that had been stationed at his side since earlier that morning.

Watching as the students ran out of the library, Henry Jr sighed and looked to Lady Guinevere. "So sorry about this," he stated when he saw the creepy way that Medraut was watching her. While he was not all too fond of the woman, he wasn't about to hand her over to Medraut either, "but it's for your own good."

Before Lady Guinevere could ask what Henry Jr meant, Henry waved his hand and Lady Guinevere dissolved into a million blue and white orbs - being orbed far away from Medraut and to safety.

"No!" Medraut shouted as he watched as his prize was taken from him once more, only this time by blue and white orbs. Seething angrily at the ones in front of him, Medraut narrowed his eyes into slits as he glared at all of them. "You shall not take my Kingdom from me," he vowed before looking to the demons. "Kill them." He ordered as he threw an energy ball at Wyatt.

"Where did he get powers?" Wyatt demanded as he ducked.

"The Source?" Chris suggested.

"The Source," Medraut nodded.

"The Source," Wyatt sighed.

And then, for the second time that day, hell broke loose.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Hazel whined as she let her head fall back. "I mean, I know the Source hasn't been attacking us a lot recently, but does that honestly mean he has to make up for all of this…neglect within the time span of twenty-four hours? Has he ever heard of something called common-?"

Hazel never got to finish her statement as Caleb dived at her, wrapping his arms around her in a protective hold while shimmering out with her in mid-air.

Appearing on the other end of the library, Caleb sighed as he leaned up against the librarian's desk and looked to Hazel with a frown on his face. "Do you have a death wish or is all of this bitchy whining spreading? Is it that time of month for all of you? Because if so, tell me now and I'll skip town for the next few days," Caleb said as he leaned out from the desk and whipped an energy ball at a demon before pulling himself back quickly as one was sent his way.

Rolling her eyes, Hazel laid down on her stomach as she stretched her way out from behind the desk and held up her hands and sent a wave of fire at three demons. Moreover, as they incinerated, she huffed as she straightened herself back up before smiling sarcastically at Caleb. "Two words, Demon-Boy; shut up."

Despite himself and the situation, Caleb found himself smiling back. "Two words, Elf-Girl; make me."

Staring intently at each other, Hazel and Caleb did not move until Wyatt rolled his eyes as he flicked his left hand, sending a demon into a wall, only to conjure an energy ball in his right and whip it at the demon; causing him to combust into flames.

"If you two are done with your lover's spat," the Twice Blessed witch snapped irritably as he threw the two a wicked glare; one that could only be matched by the evil Wyatt in the old timeline. "Then maybe you two would like to join us?"

Sighing, the half-demon and the half-Elf shrugged before rejoining the fight.

"Nice of you to join us," Prue muttered bitterly as she rolled her eyes at her somewhat-friend and secret-boyfriend…when had her life become so complicated? Shaking those thoughts from her mind, Prue sighed as she held out her hand and absorbed an energy ball that had been aimed at her stomach. "Ouch," she muttered sarcastically as she hurled it back at the demon, frowning when he went up in flames while screaming in agonizing pain. Seeing that, her frown deepened as she looked from her stomach to the demon's ashes and back to her stomach. "Mhm that would have hurt."

"No? Really?" Henry Jr gasped as he feigned shock, staring at Prue as if she had grown an extra head. Smirking when she stuck her tongue out at him as he blew her a kiss, "love you too, Prue," he called only to frown when a demon looking-thingy came after him with a sword. Arching an eyebrow, he smiled. "Let's see what Uncle Leo was talking about," he mused as he held out his hand. "Excalibur," he called, only to have the legendary sword appear in his hands. Pointing at the sword with his free hand, "that…was cool," he announced as he smiled at Wyatt. "Awe, that means you trust me!"

"And unless you want Wyatt to throw a tantrum," Chris began as he jumped back to avoid a punch from a demon, only to sigh and flick his wrist; snapping the demon's neck. "I suggest you give Wyatt back the sword," Chris advised as he watched Henry Jr stab a demon throw the stomach with Excalibur. "Believe me, he will throw a tantrum. He did when I was five."

"You could barely lift it!" Wyatt retorted as he looked at his baby brother. "It was taller than you and it was too heavy, you were dragging it on the floor!" With that, the elder Halliwell brother vanquished a demon. "And I'm sorry that I didn't want it to be all scratched up before I actually got it for my eighteenth Birthday!"

"Yeah, yeah. Here you go Princess," Henry Jr called as he tossed the sword over to Wyatt, only to row his eyes when a smile lit up Wyatt's face as he caught it.

Across the room, Emily frowned as she jumped out of the way as Medraut went for her, something that the others failed to notice. "Okay, Medraut, I think we got off to the wrong foot," Emily said as Medraut continued to glare at her, slashing at her with the sword. "So, what do you get out of this?"

"The Kingdom that is rightfully mine," Medraut answered simply as he once again surged forward, attempting to slash at her mid-section once more.

"Fair enough, that's a pretty good reason." Emily relented as she thought back to what they had learned about Medraut's relation to Wyatt or King Arthur. Technically, he was the King's son, so it was rightfully his Kingdom once the King passed…assuming people knew of his parentage. Blinking as he came at her once more, Emily rolled out of his way by falling over the back of the couch. "But what does the Source get?"

"Something about he gets an obstacle removed from his path," Medraut gritted out as he watched as the blonde's attention was drawn back to her friends when Henry Jr was heard, gasping in pain as an Athame succeeded in cutting his arm. Using her distraction, Medraut went in with a high attack, only to be blocked when Emily grabbed the standing light and held it in front of her for protection.

"Us," Emily said simply as she paused, thinking of why the Source was helping out Medraut but it was simple really. Medraut wanted Wyatt's head on a platter and the Source wanted one of their heads on a platter. So, it was a win-win situation. Holding the cast-iron lamp threateningly in front of her, Emily smirked when Medraut struck at her again, causing her to twirl out of his way, only to smack him in the middle of the face with the base of the lamp. Successfully breaking his nose. "Ten points!"

Not getting the meaning of the woman's statement, Medraut frowned as he stared at her appraisingly. "You fight almost as well as a man," he said, even though his words were muffled as the blood poured from his nose.

"Funny," Emily said simply as she narrowed her eyes as thoughts of her debate for the equal rights of women came back into her mind. Smirking at him, Emily did a mock curtsey. "I was about to say the same thing about you."

"You wench!"

Emily frowned as she let go of her weapon, running to get out of his reach. "Wyatt!" She yelled as she went to run pass Medraut, but the knight easily grabbed the psychic by the arm and pulled her close to his body, having the blade of his sword against Emily's neck by the time everyone else turned around.

Seeing the anger dance in Wyatt's eyes, Medraut smirked when he noted that the Source had been right. It appeared as though the King never really had changed. He would always put it all on the line for the woman he loved…his greatest weakness.

"Don't move, your Majesty." Medraut sneered as his eyes met Wyatt's. Yanking Emily's hair back, Medraut smirked as he pressed the blade against her neck. "If you take another step, I'll ensure that she will never take another step. Or are you willing to take that chance?"

Wyatt simply gritted his teeth together as his body flashed into that of the true King; long, curly hair; chain mail and all, but he flashed back before the others could see, that was all except Emily and Medraut.

Seeing it though, Emily could only say one thing. "Uh-oh."

Author's Note : As my way of apologizing for the wait, I tried to add a little more action and humour into this chapter. As well, I thought it was about time for Emily to actually meet Lady Peppy, and don't worry! There will be more bitchy-ness between Prue, Lady Peppy, Hazel and Emily! Also, it appears that Wyatt is going all freaky Phoebe on us, lol. So, how much trouble do you think Wyatt turning into the real King Arthur will cause them all? Please review.