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Summary: ..the briefing room door opened, admitting an old man with pure white hair that fell half-way down his slightly-stooped back and a beard that came down to his waist and clutched a tall wooden walking stick...

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morenaFR72641,1821020856,1809 Sep 1212 Feb 13Yes

Chapter 13

Wow, I'm happy so many people are enjoying this story! Thanks again for all your reviews! I'm posting the chapter a bit earlier than usual this week, because this is way more fun than trying to figure out why my widescreen monitor has suddenly decided it's no longer a widescreen monitor and giving me 3" of black screen on either side of the display. So, yeah, new chapter!

Betaed by theGlaistig

Disclaimer: I only own the plot. And the hat - though I'm not sure I want it.

The Scholar
Chapter 13

Wordcount: 979

Elizabeth Weir felt as though somewhere, in all those piles upon piles of classified documents there really should have been a nice, bold-lettered note warning her about Doctor Hunithson. She'd been warned about SG1, after all.

And why was there a man older then her father working at a top-secret military facility, anyway?

Her first experience (as one, apparently did not simply 'meet' Merlin Hunithson so much as 'experience' him) was when she'd gone up to the anthro-archaeology lab to introduce herself and meet the staff.

“That's a lovely hat,” she'd said to him, indicating the green wizard's hat sitting on the corner of his desk.

Lovely was perhaps a bit of an exaggeration, as the creation looked like a gradeschool art project – done by a child with lots of enthusiasm, but no actual artistic talent to speak of. It had a bright green felt rim full of glued-on sparkles and sequence and the body was some sort of conglomeration of paper mache coloured an unattractive shade of puke green with green felt stars glued on from the same coloured felt as the rim. It was finished off with a large, black grisly spider dangling off the tip with black string.

Doctor Hunithson raised an eyebrow at her.

“If you like it, young lady, you can have it,” he said. “This is Colonel O'Neill's way of wasting time before his brain goes entirely to mush. I was just going to take it to the top of the mountain.”

Elizabeth blinked.

“Why to the top of the mountain?”

He rolled his eyes.

“Because if I burn it down here, it sets off all sorts of fire alarms and then people show up with those fan-dangled fire extinguishers and water hoses and guns – though why anyone would think a gun would be useful in stopping a fire is beyond me. The general got very annoyed at me the last time it happened, though I think it's good practice for all those young soldiers. They don't get nearly enough healthy running around. It's always 'emergency this' and 'emergency that' or 'alien invasion' or 'alien plague' or, at the very least, 'SG1's in trouble again', in which case they can't get to the betting pool fast enough. Honestly, it makes me wonder what the world is coming to!”

“Er, indeed.” Elizabeth said. She looked around the lab. The scientists were all very studiously looking anywhere but her. “While I haven't been here nearly long enough to judge the performance of the base's staff, I'm sure your colleagues would be very thankful if you didn't burn it inside. Paper mache doesn't exactly smell very appealing when it burns.”

“Hmm?” He seemed to think upon that for a moment. “Yes, I suppose that makes sense. This place is drab and boring enough as it is, no need to make it smell bad as well.”

When she later asked Daniel Jackson about the man, he simply laughed.

“Oh, don't worry about him,” he said. “Merlin's mostly harmless. Just ignore most of the rumours about him and don't treat him like he's as old as he looks and you'll do fine.”

Then Daniel Jackson got spirited away along with the rest of SG1 by the Asgard and Elizabeth Weir got left behind to deal with her Goa'uld guests and negotiate on behalf of Earth. And decide what to do with Camulus.

Which was when it was brought to her attention that Camulus was a Gaulish god and Doctor Hunithson was the SGC's expert in medieval Europe. Pitting the arrogant alien against the strong-willed old man seemed like the first bit of fun she'd have since taking on this assignment.

Unfortunately, she got called away by a call from the President just after introducing the two.

Merlin sat down with an annoyed huff. The chair inside the interrogation room was hard and uncomfortable and he had an Ancient tablet he could be working on translating. Not to mention the artifacts SG-9 had brought back, which held very definite traces of Druidic runes and much more subtle traces of magic.

Merlin looked across the table at the arrogant godling and examined him. Camulus looked back at him with a sneer. Merlin snorted, amused by the attempt to intimidate him.

This enraged the Goa'uld.

“You look down on me, Tauri?” he said with a dark, dangerous voice. “I may be flesh and blood, but I have been worshipped by many. I am a god and you will-”

“I will do nothing,” Merlin cut him off, waving away the man's anger. He then met the godlings eyes with a hard look of his own, letting him see his utter lack of fear.

“Do not mistake me, Camulus. I am not as naive as most to think of a god as only one type of being. Gods can be many things, take many forms, some of them flesh and blood. Whether or not you were once a god of this world, doesn't matter to me for you are not a god of this world anymore.”

The Goa'uld's eyes widened as warm gold flashed behind the old man's eyes. And suddenly, the voice sounded in his head.

The old gods have not left this world. Though few worship them anymore, they are still here. You are not one of them, because you did not recognize me.

To say Elizabeth was surprised by the subdued Camulus that greeted her upon her return, would be an understatement. Hunithson gave nothing away as she attempted to find out what they'd spoken of. Not even the guards seemed entirely sure what had gone on.

However, as a diplomat, she knew that while looking gift horses in the mouth was usually prudent, forcing them to the dentist generally ended badly.

Well, as you can see we're not into season 8 of Stargate. Since people have been asking, just thought I'd mention that, no, Merlin will probably not be traveling to Atlantis. Partially, this is because I can think of no logical reason for him to go there, but mostly because of reasons that will become clearer the further we get towards the end of this story (although I have been dropping a few hints already).

Anyway, see you all next week and please review!
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