A/N: Thank you all for reading and for all of your wonderful feedback! Are you ready to see what's going to happen to poor Merlin? Well then, I'll stop wasting your time! Please tell me what you think! ;D Sorry it's so short, I'll try to post more soon!

Merlin stared in disbelief at the form of the murderer, letting out an almost indiscernible squeak of fear. "D-don't come any closer," he warned, holding out one hand defensively, "I'm warning you!"

The killer ignored him, coming forward, and drawing a gun out of his cloak.

Merlin let out a little gasp. Remembering Shawn's description of the weapon, he felt his body ice over in fear. If guns were all Shawn claimed, they could work as well as magic! They were evenly matched, then, something he'd rarely had to concern himself with in the past.

"I-I know what you did…" he whispered, nervously, "You're in big trouble already… Don't make things worse…"

The figure's black, light fabric mask twitched up in a cruel smile, and slowly the thing shook its head.

"P-please… I can't die here!" Merlin cried, voice rising with the panic at the sudden realization. "I'm not from here! You can't! Don't you get it?! If I die here, it will create a paradox! You'll change history! Life as you know it will cease to exist!"

What have I done?! He wondered miserably to himself, knowing full well that in the murderer's eyes he was talking nonsense.

However, it did give the figure pause, as it cocked its head in confusion.

"And if I go down," Merlin said in a dangerously quiet voice, "You are going down with me. Believe me, you have no idea who you're dealing with."

The thing froze, and then suddenly emitted a strange and horrible sound as it began to shake violently.

Merlin stared at the figure in alarm, uncertain what was going on, and then, suddenly, as it bent over clutching its stomach he came to the realization that it was laughing. The thing was laughing at him!

"I-I mean it…" Merlin cried, blushing furiously. "I could take you down in less than one blow!"

The thing only laughed harder, as Merlin watched in disbelief.

Do I really look that ridiculous?!

Merlin glared at it in fury. "You have no right to laugh! I know this place has its own law systems on how to punish its criminals, but if you press me…"

The figure cocked its gun and raised it to Merlin's head.

What do I do now?! I don't know anything about these "guns"! I can't exactly figure out how to stop this guy… !

"No." he whispered, eyes wide in horror, "No. No, no, no, no… This cannot be happening! I still need to go back! Morgana's still out there! Arthur needs me!"

The thing did not appear open to argument. It gave another sinister smile under its black fabric mask, and got ready to shoot…

"MERLIN!" Gus cried, seeing him through the doorway.

"Oh no," Shawn gasped, looking at his terrified face, "Merlin! You have got to stop him! Use it! USE IT NOW! Come on; use that magic like you really have a beard!"

Gus frowned. "He doesn't really have magic, Shawn. That was all proven earlier, remember?"

Shawn ignored him. "Merlin! Now is not the time! You have to do something! Just… zap him or something!"

Merlin shook his head. "Shawn… I can't… It doesn't work like that! The murderer will have time to react!"

Shawn frowned, and then turned to the figure. "If you don't let my friend go, you'll have me and my mad karate skills to deal with!" With that he gave a kick in the air with pathetically bad form. "Hiyaaaah!"

To everyone's alarm, the murderer dropped his gun and ran for the window. In seconds he was gone.

Juliet lowered her gun. "Oh my god… Shawn, are you okay?!" she gasped.