A/N: Okay, here is the time travel fic I said I'd put up. I know, the idea is a bit cliché but I was told by a few people that I should try my hand at this so I did! The three girls are based upon my friends and I so you can get to know me a bit more. I'm Kalanie, my friend who is like a sister is Shantal, and my other friend whom I am close to is Shiana. Please give this a chance guys. If you still think it's stupid at the end of three chapters, go ahead and tell me that.
Disclaimer: I do not own King Arthur… although I wish I did.
Chapter 1: Walking In The Rain
"Come on Kal!" Shantal snapped as they hurried along a street towards a house not far off. The cold Washington rain poured down mercilessly onto her and her two friends. Shantal's hair, as brunette as it was when it was dry, clung to the sides of her face. Her equally brown eyes darted to their destination as she hurried along with her two friends.
"It's not my fault my shoes are full of water!" Kalanie snapped back. Her normally golden hair was as brown as Shantal's. Her blue eyes rested on her friend's back. "C'mon Shiana," Kalanie urged as they were forced to walk because of the stitch in Shiana's side. Kalanie looked forward to see Shantal stopped underneath some trees.
"With our luck, this valley is going to flood," Shiana said, stopping beside Shantal. Her brown hair was a huge sloppy mess, hanging in her blue eyes. She grunted in frustration and pushed it away. "Let's not just stand here. I can jog a little bit." She was becoming a bit impatient then a bit frantic as thunder rumbled across the sky.
Kalanie tilted her gaze slightly, feeling the rain drop on her face through the leaves. As the thunder rumbled, she nodded. "Shi's right. Let's not stand here and wait to be electrocuted," she agreed. She was about to start off again when the lightning crashed not far from them, sending all three teenagers into a screaming fit. They stumbled backwards, hitting a small railing fence, shielding their eyes.
Their chests heaved, gasping for the cold air. "What was that?" Shiana gasped.
"I have no clue. But it looks like there's… four people over there," Shantal said.
"Are you crazy? We can't go over there. What if it strikes?" Shiana asked.
"Lightning never strikes twice in the same place," Kalanie assured her, screaming in surprise as it struck again. "I lied… it won't a third time." She hesitated slightly but ventured back out into the rain. She knew her friends would follow her. Halting not far off, she noticed eight people - seven men, one woman. That was odd. There was only four before. "Excuse me? Are you guys… alright…?" she asked, trailing off.
"Kal, what's the matter with you?" Shantal asked as she and Shiana walked up along side Kalanie. Her eyes landed on the eight figures and her hand instantly went to her mouth.
"Is it just me or do I see seven sexy knights and an ugly Woad laying before us?" Kalanie asked.
"It's not just you," Shantal rasped.
"Pinch me, I must be dreaming," Kalanie stuttered. "Ow! Hey!" she exclaimed when Shiana did as she asked. She threw her a glare. "I lay claim to Lancelot!" She raised her hand.
The other two rolled their eyes. "Yes, you can have Sir Lust-a-lot," Shiana said.
"Nah, she just wants his Lance-a-lot," Shantal said, sending her and Shiana into bursts of hysterical laughter while Kalanie was left to blush a deep crimson as she turned to confront her friends.
"That's not funny!" she exclaimed.
"Well you can certainly have it," a deep voice behind her said, causing her to go an even deeper shade. Turning, Kalanie saw Lancelot on his feet, grinning seductively at her.
"N-No, that's quite alright," she stammered and whacked Shantal on the head. "Butthead." She folded her arms against her chest and turned to see the knights plus Guinevere getting to their feet. No! Not the Woad! Kalanie thought bitterly. Now I have competition.
By this time, Arthur had gotten to his feet and was restraining his lusty friend and knight. "Ladies, perhaps you could do with telling us where we are?" he asked, looking about, confused.
"How about we get out of the rain before we catch our deaths?" Shiana suggested, shivering.
"Washington, United States of America, year 2006," Shantal answered. "Shiana's right though. We can head into Kal's house." She nudged Kal in the ribs and turned, jogging across the street.
"Watch for cars," Kalanie said.
"Cars?" Galahad questioned, playing with the word on his tongue.
"Um… well… they run by themselves and are large. They're like horses but they're not alive," Kalanie answered, knowing she wasn't making any sense. "Just follow me." She looked both ways before crossing, the group following her with Shiana bringing up the rear. Kalanie's ears caught the sound of a truck coming around the corner. "Run, run, run!" she shouted and darted across the rest of the street with the group following her.
Shiana growled underneath her breath as she shoved Bors forward. The knights were like deer in headlights as the truck came closer to them. With one final push, Shiana managed to get Bors to trip over the curb and land on the side strip. She bolted forward just as the truck shot by.
"IT HELPS TO GO THE SPEED LIMIT!" Kalanie shouted after the truck. "Jerk," she mumbled and looked at the waterlogged knights, who looked absolutely petrified. "Inside we go," she said, doing her best not to laugh at Guinevere as she went up the steps. She sighed and looked at Shiana. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Shiana said, assuring her with a smile. "Don't want to do that again though. C'mon. Let's get inside." She grabbed Kalanie's arm and hurried towards the house.
As everyone crammed inside the house, Kalanie looked at the floor. "No! Now I have to clean!" she howled in anguish at the muddy floor. "At least it isn't carpet. Everyone take your boots and shoes off… now!" she shouted, watching as everyone did as asked. "Thank you. I don't want to have to clean the whole house."
"Now that we are in your living quarters. What is going on?" Arthur demanded.
"And how do you know us?" Lancelot butted in.
"I-!" Kalanie started.
"Claim Lancelot, we know!" Shiana and Shantal said at the same time, eyeing their friend.
Kalanie glared. "I was going to say that I know but whatever. I do lay claim," she said, and noticed Lancelot's smug look. "Get over yourself dear Lancelot, I'm not going to bed with you." She saw his disappointed look and gave him a small smile. "Don't feel bad."
A ripple of laughter moved amongst the knights. "Lance got turned down," Bors teased.
"Well… it appears that you, lovely Knights of the Round Table, have been transporter to the year 2006 and are now currently stuck with us for I am not letting this opportunity to actually be around you slip from my grasp. And we know you because there are legends about you and a particularly good movie," Kalanie replied.
Shantal and Shiana laughed as Shantal pushed 'open' on the DVD player. "Kal, your DVD player is being stupid again."
Kal turned around to watch the DVD player door constantly opening and closing. "How many times did you hit the button?" she asked.
"Once," Shantal said.
Kalanie sighed and grabbed the remote, turning the DVD player off, waiting until turning it on again. "Now try." As Shantal pushed it, it opened and stayed that way. "I win," Kalanie said triumphantly and then turned back to the knights. "Seeing as they have Guinevere, what part do you think they're from?" Kalanie asked.
"Well, everyone's still there and she looks better than from when they found her so, probably when they were camping in the trees," Shiana said, pondering.
"I'd say that's a safe bet," Shantal said as she got to the menu and went to the part where they found Guinevere. She pushed the play button and let the knights watch the scene. When it was done, Shantal flicked it off. "That's how we know."
There was a frown on each knight's face as they stared at the now black TV screen. "What is that thing and how do you have that? Who is spying?" Arthur demanded.
"Chill out," Shantal mumbled. "First of all, it's called a television. Second of all, it's called a movie. It's people dressing up like you to play out a script."
"So, we're a movie?" Gawain asked.
Kalanie slapped her forehead. "Forget it. Just ignore that. Um… I don't have any spare clothes for you guys…"
"We could have them get undressed and put their clothes in the dryer," Shiana suggested.
"Not a good a idea," Shantal mumbled, jerking a thumb over towards Kalanie.
Shiana laughed. "Kal would be restricted from the room."
"The only room we have big enough is the basement and that's where the dryer is!" Kalanie exclaimed.
"We could have them undress in the garage," Shiana pointed out.
"Good point…" Shantal said. "Okay boys… and girl… Guinevere, you're a woman so you can undress in the basement. We don't bite." She herded everyone downstairs.
Kalanie opened the door leading to the garage and had the knights go in. "Unclothe yourselves and have someone drop all of the clothes outside of the door, except the armor. I can't dry that. We'll be in the other room so just say they're out there before closing the door." She closed the door and turned back to her friends.
"Let's take care of Guinevere, shall we?" Shiana suggested.
"Aye, we shall," Kalanie said and turned, escorting Guinevere into the basement. Her mind delicately went over dozens of schemes to torture the poor woman during her stay. It was then that Kalanie realized that Shantal and Shiana would prevent her from doing anything. Kalanie closed the door behind them. "Okay, you can hide from us if you want to but you need to take your clothes off."
Guinevere glared at her but did as told, the girls covering their eyes. "Guys, I'm blind," Shantal said, waving a hand in front of her.
"Me too," Kal said, taking Guinevere's clothes with her eyes covered. She turned and accidentally ran into the wall, falling over. "We've got a woman down!" she shouted and started laughing quietly. "That kind of hurt." She got to her feet and managed to make it to the laundry part of the basement, throwing the clothes in the dryer.
"Oi! Here are the clothes!" Galahad shouted before closing the door.
"I'll get them," Shantal said and walked out to grab the clothes. She came back in, covering her eyes so as not to bother Guinevere. She entered the laundry part and threw the rest of the clothes in the dryer. "What are you doing?" she asked as Kal shoved a handful of dryer sheets into the dryer with the clothes.
"Just being safe," she responded, causing Shiana to laugh quietly.
"I see…" Shantal said and laughed quietly herself.
Kal closed the door and started the dryer. "There we go. It'll probably be about forty minutes so we get to wait. Here's a towel Guinevere," she said and tossed Guinevere a spare towel that was hanging on the rack.
"Thank you," Guinevere mumbled and wrapped it around her. "You three look cold. Why don't you go get changed?"
"Because I'm afraid to leave seven knights alone in my garage," Kalanie responded, giving a forced grin. A crash in the garage alerted them. "I'm not going in there," Kalanie said.
"I'm not," Shiana said. She and Kalanie looked at Shantal.
Shantal blushed. "Oh no, don't even think about it!" she exclaimed. "I am staying right here."
"What if it was your poor Tristan?" Kalanie asked.
Shantal instantly sprang up and walked quickly towards the garage door.
"Ha, ha, works every time," Kalanie said and grinned.
A/N: Okay, there we go! Not too bad, eh? Yes, I decided to bring Guinevere along for a bit of plot twist… and so I… I mean Kalanie… can have some fun of her own. And poor Shantal has to brave the knights alone. Stay tuned!