A Righteous Return - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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Once Upon a Time in a kingdom far away and filled with magic and dragons, there was a King and his Wizard. Together they did great things, bringing peace to the world and to its people. They were the best of friends, as close as any two men could be. Until one day the King was gravely injured defending his Wizard...

He gasped as the arrow struck his shoulder. Just between the gap in his armor. Too low to be anything but fatal. He knew that. But he was the King of England. He wielded Excalibur. He would not go down with out a fight. Of course /he/ would call him foolish for this. For defending him in this way. He was a sorcerer, a wizard, after all.

His knees gave out as the blood loss started to affect him. He barely noticed as strong arms came around him.

"It's okay." He assured the man, "You'll be okay. If... I'll return." He coughed a bit, feeling the pain. But it was all okay. His friend. His Wizard was alive. He pressed Excalibur into the man's hands.

"Return this to the Lady of the Lake. Please. It needs to be safe." He knew what would happen if it was in the wrong hands.

He didn't have much time. He knew that. He reached up and touched his Wizard's face. "Find me again." He managed before he closed his eyes, arm falling limply to his side.

The King of the Brits, of England, was gone.

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John shot up in bed, gasping for breath. He pressed a hand to his face and took a deep breath. Another nightmare. So many had piled up over the years. Loosing Arthur, the two Great Wars. Even recent events were enough to make him frightened. He got out of bed and walked over to the window. After opening the blinds, he stared out at the blinking lights. Albion had changed so much in recent time. Just the past hundred years alone. He let out a sigh.

There had been one time in all these years the had started to feel Arthur return. During the second Great War... The need for him was great then than it had been years earlier during the first. He pressed a fist to the window and sighed. "Arthur, we need you..." There was the unspoken, I need you. It was always unspoken. He had never dared tell the King. He couldn't, not when he had a Queen that adored him so and who he adored in return.

He let out a long held breath and looked back out to the night sky. He didn't need this flatshare, but it was convenient to be around people again.

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He had been living with Sherlock Holmes for three months now. Just long enough to know he could stand the man, but not long enough to really know how he felt about the man. Other than... Okay.

John had left Sherlock lying on the couch when he went off to work. The A&E. He loved working in emergency medicine. He could help people and keep an eye out for Arthur and the Knights.

Of course, this was the day when a psych patient broke out and started to wave a scalpel at everyone. John stepped in front of a nurse only to get stabbed in the neck. He put his hand up to press against the wound, trembling. Oh, shock. He slowly sunk to the ground as he heard his coworkers starting to swarm.

And it was about fifteen minutes later that Sherlock's mobile started going off.

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"Mordred killed Arthur." He said blankly. He didn't want to revisit that moment. But the clang of swords echoed in his mind, the shouts and cries. He swallowed as he saw the arrow fly and hit Arthur. He saw the man go down and he remembered when he lost control of his power.

"I have a map of the knights, and you were our first stop. No, Mike is not a knight." John told her.

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She relaxed her shoulders and untensed a bit. "Good. I'm glad he won't have anything to do with this, then. It all sounds so dangerous, and he has a family to think about."

"So... if.. Arthur came back, then.. you think that this.. Mordred person has come back as well, to try to kill Sherlock.. er.. Arthur again?" She asked. "And where if you next stop? Am I supposed to go with you? I'm supposed to be working for a while, but I could ask Mike I guess..."

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"Stay here." he told her, "Out of the line of fire. Please." John didn't want any harm to come to her. He would never be able to forgive himself if something did.

He rose and smiled at her. "Just relax."

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Molly shook her head. "If you did.. whatever you did.. to get those memories out of me, then that means that you need me. I can't just sit here while something happens to you or Sherlock or anyone else that is going to be involved in this. " Her voice started to raise a bit.

"For whatever reason, you think that I am a knight of the Round Table. And that means that I have to act brave, like a knight." Even if I am just a lowly pathologist, she thought to herself.

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"Your memories would have come regardless Molly. I just help them along." John told her.

"Why don't you call Greg and get some hand to hand lessons from him? At least start to build your defense."

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Molly blushed just the tiniest bit at the idea of getting hand to hand combat lessons from Greg, but she had to agree that it was a good idea.

"I'll call him up later today. It sounds like whatever is going on, this needs to be done sooner rather than later. Maybe he can give me a little bit of gun training as well? Though I don't have a gun and don't think I can get one... so maybe not. What we're fighting... would a gun even help?"

It was at that time that Sherlock came back in, wordlessly handed her the water, gave a look over John's way, then sat back down.

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John smiled at her flush. It was cute.

He settled back down and ran a hand through his hair. "It might be a good idea. I don't know what is coming or what form it will take."

He reached over and put a hand over Sherlock's. "We have more Knights to find, but please, be safe Molly."

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"We will be in touch, Molly. You are in good hands with Greg." He looked over to John, gave his hand a little squeeze, then stood up.

Molly stood up as well, blushing a bit more at the affection between the two. Both she and Sherlock knew that she had a crush on the detective but that it would never work. She knew she should feel jealous, and maybe a small deep part of her did a little, but honestly, she was happy for the two of them. Obviously there was something going on here, even if she wasn't sure what.

"Good luck, you guys." She gave them both a hug, then watched them leave. when they were gone, she slumped into her chair and tried to make sense of what had just happened, then she called Greg.

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John smiled at her before they left.

Once out on the street, he pulled out the map. The light at Saint Bart's faded, leaving the other ten bright.

"Where shall we go next?" He asked Sherlock.

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Sherlock looked at the map, overlaying where the dots were in relevance to whom they might be.

He sighed when he saw the one in Belgravia. There was only one person that could be.

"Here." He said. "Though he will actually be here now." He pointed to the MI5 building by the Thames.

"I'll text ahead to get an audience with His Highness." he said the last two words with a sneer.

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John just rolled his eyes and tucked the map away. "Alright. Lets go." He said.

He wanted to stop whatever was coming, love Sherlock and just live his life.

He hoped that after this was done, he would be able to age and die with the man he loved.

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Sherlock grabbed a taxi, and they were off to MI5. He texted a few times while he was in there, his face screwing up in annoyance a bit more each time.

By the time they got there, Sherlock was in a right mood. Anthea was at the door, greeting them and leading them through the security checks that would take them in The Dungeon, as Sherlock had always called it.

As they walked down the hallways, Sherlock looked at John. He looked a bit... off? But he wasn't sure why, and it bothered him.

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John was quiet as they walked. He kept his hands clasped behind his back. Either Mycroft was going to think that they were absolutely nuts, or ignore them.

Honestly, he didn't know.

And he had met far more intimidating people in his life.

He rubbed his forehead when they stopped to wait for the elevator.

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She led them into the outer office, then knocked on the door.

"Come in." There was voice from the other side. She opened the door for them. "Go in, gentlemen."

Sherlock walked in first, wanting to at least partially shield John from the unending gaze of his brother.


"Ah. Sherlock. I see that you have found yourself.... a goldfish." He said, before they had even taken two steps inside the office. The door hadn't even closed behind them.

"Mycroft, we have more important things to do now than to bicker."

Mycroft leaned back, steepling his fingers under his chin in an almost praying gesture.

"Pray tell, brother mine, what is so important that you come to me in such dire straits?"

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"Please call Anthea in here Mycroft. She's part of this as well." John said flatly, "Nor do we have time for your incessant prattling about goldfish or this or that."

John took the map from his pocket and with a flick of his wrist, it was floating in the air, the points on the map glowing brightly.

"You and Anthea are both knights of the Round Table of Camelot. You have been reborn, as you have been for numerous lives before this. Only now you both are waking, and there is something coming. And I suspect that you Mycroft, have an idea of what is coming."

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Mycroft looked incensed at John coming into his office and attempting to boss him around.

"Now see here, Doctor Watson.." He said, putting emphasis on the first word. But the rest of the words fell away from his mouth when he watched the map float into mid air and hang there, with 10 points glowing on it in places around London, including 2 where they were.

"Anthea, if you could please come here for a moment." He buzzed on the intercom, then he turned to John. "What do you mean that I am a Knight of the Round Table? Those are children's fairly tales- merely myths and legends.

Anthea heard the last of that as she came in the door, closing and locking the door behind her. Something was going on, and they needed privacy for whatever was to come.

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"Good to know I'm merely a myth." John mused as he looked to Sherlock, "Apparently I'm a myth. And here I thought I was real."

He then looked back to Mycroft. "My real name is Merlin Emrys."

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Mycroft looked to Anthea, and then back to John. "Merlin. The Magician." He said, incredulously. Then he looked to Sherlock with a serious look on his face. He didn't have to say a word. He was worried that John had finally gone crazy.

"Mycroft. I know this sounds crazy. But it is real. You just saw him do magic. I have seen him do magic as well. Something is coming. And we had started to Awaken the Knights. We have already spoken with Detective Inspector Lestrade, and the pathologist Molly Hooper. You are the third one."

He looked over to Anthea."And I assume that you may be the fourth."

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"You are both correct. It is luck that so far that the Knights have been people we know."

John smiled at Sherlock.

He then looked back at Mycroft. "Want to pull those memories out for you? Bring them to the surface?"

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Mycroft leaned back, his body stiff. He was on guard. John had gone around the bend, and he had taken his brother with him. He had a Panic Button on his desk, and with leaning back, it put his hand within easy reach of it. He didn't hit the button yet, but he did subtly look at Anthea. He knew that she was armed and also knew had to hand combat. He also knew that John didn't have his gun, he couldn't have gotten through the metal detectors otherwise. so he didn't fear for his personal safety. He feared for his brother, not that he would admit it.

"No, Doctor Watson. I do not want you to get anywhere close close to me. I want you to leave, right now, without Sherlock. We will get you help."

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John grumbled and looked at Sherlock. "Why did I have a feeling this would be the hardest?"

He turned back to Mycroft and without a word turned his desk into a large bed of flowers, the chair becoming a grassy hill.

"Explain that." He challenged Mycroft.

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Mycroft gives an undignified "oof" when he falls down a short distance from where his chair should have been to a small, grassy hill.

Instead of being amazed, he was actually angry. "Put my desk back." He said, in a no nonsense voice. He had a lot of classified information on that desk, and he couldn't have that information floating around in the ether.

"Sir..." Anthea started towards him, then was stopped by a gentle hand on her shoulder. Sherlock shook his head. "It's alright." He said, softly. "I promise."

"I don't care who you think you are or what you think you can do, but I demand that you put everything back to the way that it was, right now!

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"Sit down!" John shouted at Mycroft. There was a bit of a flare of power.

"You need to sit down and be quiet! I am not in the mood for your inane bullshit today! There is a threat coming to all of England. Bad enough that the Knights of the Round Table and King Arthur are waking!"

He crossed his arms over his chest. "The last time that happened? World War II." John hissed, "You Lancelot died defending innocent people from German soldiers. And if you cannot live up to that or protect those you swore to protect... Whatever is coming will be the least of your worries."

John was done. He was tired. He wanted to live in peace, not deal with this insane bullshit.

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Everyone in the room felt it, and Mycroft, despite his tendency to not let people boss him around, sat down on the grassy hill where his chair and desk had been. He was glaring daggers at John, but he wisely kept his mouth shut.

Anthea was actually the first to speak up. "Doctor Watson, you speak of knights.. 'waking up' and of war and death, but I know nothing of any of that. I was born well after the Second World War was over, much less the time of knights and dragons and such. How am I.." she looked over to a still glaring Mycroft. "Or are we supposed to remember something that you say happened to us an eon ago?" She wasn't cruel or defiant or angry, she was more curious, still not quite believing, but open minded to what the man had to say.

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John let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair.

He turned and looked at Anthea. "The memories are locked in your head. Some have started remembering on their own. Greg Lestrade for instance. Some need them drawn out. It merely depends on the person. My magic told us two knights reside here. And as the Knights have been associated of Sherlock's thus far..."