Title: Go the Distance
Pairing: Arthur/Lancelot
Dedication: eudaimon
A/N: For the meme challenge: "...post five or ten quotes that you think would be prime fic material, either as an actual part of the fic or just as a springboard. Your friends come along, get inspired, and write you drabbles or ficlets." The lyrics from "Go the Distance", Hercules OST.

I'll be there someday
I can go the distance
I will find my way
If I can be strong

Arthur closes his eyes, turning his face to the East wind, letting it kiss and caress his worn and tired features.

It's that time of year again.

Lancelot's memory runs his fingers through Arthur's wind swept hair, drifting lightly down to his cheeks, to his neck, over his shoulders and down his back. Feather light kisses flutter over his closed eyes, his parted lips and then leave a line, wet with absence, from Arthur's right ear to his left shoulder.

I know every mile
Will be worth my while
When I go the distance
I'll be right where I belong.

It's that time of year again.

The only time in the year that Arthur let's himself consciously think about Lancelot. When Lancelot is so close that Arthur feels like he can almost reach out and grasp him - but so far away that Arthur barely sees him.

And Arthur feels Lancelot's absence by his side.

And he's comforted.

Down an unknown road
To embrace my fate
Though the road may wander
It will lead me to you.

"Lancelot," he whispers, letting the memories come, allowing then to flow over and around him, drowning him, taking him under.

He lets his memories guide his actions and refresh his spirit, fueling his soul for another year.

Lancelot had always been the only one who could reach Arthur. And that, in all the years, has not changed.

And a thousand years
Would be worth the wait
It may take a lifetime
But somehow I'll see it through.

"One more year, Lancelot - one year closer," he breathes, knowing that the wind hears him. "And one more year without you by my side. How many more, Lancelot? How long must I go on?"

"Until you've done what you need to do, Arthur." He can almost hear Lancelot's voice, just outside his hearing range. It's there, but it's not - it's everywhere, yet it's nowhere.

But Arthur knows it speaks the truth.

He accepts one last kiss, heavy with its emptiness but full of promise. And Arthur smiles.

"Until next year, my friend," he whispers. "Until next lifetime."

I will search the world
I will face its harms
Till I find my hero's welcome
Waiting in your arms.