This story has been redone from its original form. Enjoy.
Title: Time's Change
Rating: R
Pairings: Arthur + Anastasia + Lancelot
Galahad + Desdemona
Gawain + Brilliant
Tristran + Christmas
Dagonet + Fulcina
Bors + Vanora
Merlin + Joan
Summary: The knights with Merlin, Vanora, and Fulcina are pulled into the future. Chaos insues.
OC Bios :
Anastasia 'Tsavo' McCarthy
Age: 17, born on New Year's Eve on the hour
Nationality: welsh/American
Hair/Eyes/Skin/Weight/Height: Black with ice blue streaks and silver highlights/Pacific blue/Alabaster/110 pounds/5'9"
Tattoos/Scar: Celtic cross with crown, sword, forget-me-knots, morning glory, and white oleander tattoo in the middle of her shoulder blades.
Character: Violent, sarcastic, a prodigy. Anastasia is the heiress to one of the world's largest fortunes and she hates it, though she isn't above using the money or her family's name to get what she wants.
Quote: Money can buy anything, I have a check or cash take your pick.
Brilliant Jones
Age: 17, born on Ash Wednesday
Nationality: American
Hair/Eyes/Skin/Weight/Height: Chocolate brown with silver highlights/chocolate brown with flashes of silver/fair/120 pounds/5'9"
Tattoos/Scar: Celtic cross with crown, sword, snap dragons, tiger lilies, and lilies of the valley right between her shoulder blades.
Character: Cynical and brilliant, she's just behind Anastasia in brains and far ahead of her with people skills. She loves to do brain teasers and likes to speak in riddles. Her parents are both artists and like artists tend to be a bit eccentric, hence the name. She's a good people person and likes to debate.
Quote: I am soooo much smarter then you!
Christmas Thyme
Age: 17, Christmas Eve
Nationality: American
Hair/Eyes/Skin/Weight/Height: Blood red with silver highlights/forest green eyes/fair, slightly/tan/115 pounds/5'7"
Tattoos/Scar: Celtic cross with crown, sword, red roses, calla lilies, and holly right between her shoulder blades.
Character: Quiet, confidant, and the most innocent of the group. She is also the most emotional of the group and hates violence and bloodshed. Her father is abusive and her mother has more boyfriends then she can count, she spends most of her time away from her house.
Quote: You think your families screwed up? You haven't met mine!
Desdemona Martin
Age: 17,
Nationality:
Hair/Eyes/Skin/Weight/Height: Black with purple streaks and silver highlights/violet eyes/fair/124 pounds/5'8"
Tattoos/Scar: Celtic cross with crown, sword, wild roses, ferns, and black tulips right between her shoulder blades.
Character: Cheerful, outgoing, volatile, Goth, and Wicca. She loves to make up spells and wear black. She's an outcast at school but friendly.
Quote: D- Aw, numbers! The universal language.
I thought money was the universal language?
D- Emc2
A- ……..
Joan Smith
Age: 45
Hair/Eyes/Skin/Weight/Height: Strawberry blond, going grey/sky blue/fair/6'
Tattoos/Scars: none
Character: A lawyer, she's bossy, outgoing, confidant, and has ties to some very powerful government organizations. She has ties to all four girls, most of which come from her getting them out of trouble with the law. She see's them as daughters and is very protective of them. She's a quick thinker and sharp, rarely missing anything. She acts as teacher and guide to the four girls.
Quote: You're giving me a headache. Again.
Notes
AN – Again I have no beta so all mistakes are mine.
An: I wrote this a long time ago, forgot I had it, found it again and have decided to redo and finish it. Suggestions are welcome.
Lesson 1: Never hit your TV in anger.
It snows in New York in December, small white flakes all unique in their own way, much like the people.
And they say miracles happen in the snow.
Anastasia's house
Christmas and Desdemona lounged on Anastasia's monstrosity of a couch as they waited for the other two to join them. The couch was big, fluffy, and black and whenever someone sat down it swallowed them whole. Snacks where littered over every available surface and bottles of alcohol littered the coffee table.
Don't mind the room's occupants being under age…it was only by four years.
"Kyaa! I love this movie!" Des grinned as the opening credits for King Arthur started on the big screen television for the third time that evening.
Christmas nodded an agreement and handed her friend a martini. "Raspberry."
"Thanks. What's yours?"
"Orange," Christmas sipped the drink, settling back into her seat. "Don't get that on any of her books, Anastasia'll flip."
"Hand me a coaster will you? Thanks."
Christmas turned up the TV to an almost deafening height and Des pulled off her head phones.
"Man, have you ever seem men so hot in armor!" Des squealed as the first fight scene came on.
"No, where's Anastasia and Brilliant?" Christmas wondered, glancing at the window.
Suddenly the scene froze, then started again, skipped, froze, and started again.
"Arg! Goddamn TV!" Christmas jumped up and whacked it several times.
The DVD sputtered, skipped, and started again.
"Hey, Christmas knock it off! You're making it worse!" Des jumped up and joined her at the TV. She grabbed the remote and started pressing buttons.
Finally the DVD stopped skipping and resumed playing normally.
"Thank you god!" Des cried.
"God had nothing to do with it!" Christmas muttered as they dropped back onto the couch, tossing the remote somewhere in the middle of the sea of alcohol.
Thud.
Thump.
Des frowned. "Hey, did you hear that?" Des looked over her shoulder, over the back of the couch and down the dark hallway towards the basement.
It was dark, as was most of the house; they had turned off all the lights to watch the movie and the full moon outside cast the rooms in shadows.
"What?" Christmas didn't take her eyes off the screen, alternatively munching on popcorn and sipping her martini. Des frowned and turned back to the tv, a frown maring her face.
Thump.
Crack.
"That!" Des spun around again.
"It's probably just one of Anastasia's pets," Christmas who'd heard it that time too muttered.
"You think?" Des asked doubtfully glancing at her friend.
"Yes, now watch the movie and be quiet," Christmas ordered attempting to turn the volume up even louder and frowning when it couldn't.
"Son of a bitch!"
Crack.
"Goddamn!"
Thud.
Crash.
"Fucking stairs!"
Des and Christmas promptly spit out their drinks and coughing dove behind the couch.
"What the fuck?" Christmas snapped in a whisper, nearly hyperventilating as Des slapped her on the back.
"Pets, of course! That makes sense since they can curse!" Des snarled whispering as well and dragging her friend further behind the couch when the cursing grew louder. She grabbed the remote and turned the tv off, not even bothering to pause the movie.
"Mother fucking-"
"Sshh be quiet there might be people in this building."
Des panicked. "Oh no, what if they find us?"
"They don't know we're here stay quiet and they'll go right past us." Christmas said with more false bravado then confidence.
"There are two people, Arthur, up these stairs."
Des and Christmas's eyes widened in shock. "How the hell does he know?"
"Maybe he's got one of those new body heat detector things!" Des suggested Christmas gave her a deadpan look. "What?"Des shrugged innocently. "It's a good guess."
Christmas ignored the last comment and peaked around the edge of the couch. "What do we do?" Christmas whispered. "Are they here to rob Anastasia?"
"Who knows, she's got some pretty expensive stuff in this house," Des paused. "We should go see who it is." Her suggestion earned her a 'you're nuts aren't you?' look from Christmas. "If they rob us we have to be able to identify them!" she defended before Christmas even said anything.
Crash
"Ow!"
Thud
"Fucking hell!"
"If the house doesn't kill them first," Christmas muttered Des grimaced as she heard a particularly loud thump and curse; someone had obviously met the stairs in Anastasia's basement.
"Sounds like they're in the basement!" Des said and crawled out from behind the couch, grabbing an umbrella and creeping down the hallway on her hands and knees.
"Des! Wait, where are you-! Ugh! I hate this." Christmas whimpered and grabbed her drink before following Des. If she was going to confront robbers, albeit not very good ones from the sound of it, she was doing it drunk, that way she could say her judgment was impaired when it all went wrong and the cops were there.
She caught up with Des at the basement door and crept up on the other side of said door.
"Alright on the count of three," Des whispered, holding up her fingers. "One…Two…THREE!" Des kicked the door and they charged, Des brandishing the umbrella Christmas her fist and martini.
They stopped dead when the saw who occupied Anastasia's deadly stairs.
They blinked.
"Oh. My. God." Des gaped, her jaw going slack from shock.
Christmas glanced at the alcohol in her hand. "Wow."
…Diwedd…