#1 The Knight(ess) of the Round Table (The Librarians Fanfic)

Stone's Sulk in Paris

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Jacob Stone sat in the little cafe, still sulking about the fact that Ezekiel had picked sides with Mordred. He'd felt betrayed before, but he'd never thought Ezekiel would be the one to choose against the team. No, that was a lie, he'd thought Ezekiel would've been the first one to betray the team. Him the tie breaker was what astonished him. Ezekiel Jones was usually the first to pick sides, even if it generally was to make sure he didn't have to do any fighting. 

He didn't like telling people about himself, especially his mind, but somehow this Mordred had just appeared and known everything about him. He was threatened by that, because he'd tried so hard to trust people before telling them, and she hadn't even spoken to him before. 

He felt small, and for once he was helpless. She'd really never given them a choice to trust her or not. She'd just appeared and acted like they had no choice to trust her. He didn't want to trust her though, because everything he'd ever read had told him differently. And if he didn't have his knowledge of history and art, the Library wouldn't have invited him. So he would trust history before he trusted Mordred. 

He remembered that the Louvre was open late that night, so he walked casually to the gallery. Not many people knew it was open so late, one of the advantages of being a Librarian. He could walk around the gallery at his leisure and no one would bother him. He made a bee-line for the Mona Lisa, standing in front of the painting for a while, allowing himself to get lost in the brushstrokes of Leonardo Da Vinci. 

"Hang on," he muttered to himself. He had good reason to mutter, as he stared at the painting. "It's a fake," he muttered again, no, not a fake, a copy of the original, but it was as if it had been painted by Da Vinci, and had just been treated better than the original one had. He wondered whether another Librarian had switched the paintings at one point. What a clever Librarian they must've been too, to be able to swatch the painting with pretty much the same work, and no one would have noticed except him. Some galleries around the world called him a nightmare, because he could always tell if the art was a fake, even if it was made by the same artist as the original. 

Stone smiled to himself, but was disappointed. None of the others were with him so he wasn't congratulated on his knowledge. "Ah well," he muttered to himself. He was thinking now, if the Mona Lisa had been switched without anyone noticing, couldn't Mordred's identity also been swapped? He suddenly felt quite guilty, and he made for the nearest door, thinking that Jenkins would just make the back door appear so he could apologise to Mordred. He went through the door at a pace, but he didn't walk into the annex. No door? Maybe the others were in trouble. He suddenly panicked, what if Mordred had killed them?