Summary: What if a young sexy warrior came to town? How would grown up men reject to this new woman? as she was the women of their dreams. Nearly 15 years away from their countries boarder, yep it's a long time no seen.

Parring, LancelotOC

They sang, they laughed. The bar was as any other night. But for some people it was special, their last of their so called contract towards this life they lived for 15 years. Bors was out of the counting the amount of beer he had already. Tristan standing watching as he always did. Lancelot had a game of dice against some of the other romans that was there. Galahad and Gawain throw knifes against each other just proving they were way to drunk to fight. Just then Tristan stepped forward and thru one that hit the middle way to easy, forcing Gawain to look at his friend.

" Tristan? " His eye's drunk from the amount of beer he had trying to lock the target (as in Tristan). " How do you do that? " Tristan just cut a new slice of his apple.

" I aim for the middle " Galahad just shrugged his shoulders, he knew by now - he would never understand the older man. Just as he was on his way to take the three knives down a fourth came from behind, hit Tristan's knife in it's middle.

" Tristan? What the ? " He was suspecting a smile from the scout, but instead he saw silence. The room had went quite, if it wasn't for the load snoring from some drunk people and the laughing outside. The centre of everyone's attention was a covered figure next to Tristan. As a small hand, surely belonging to a woman, pulled back her hood a long tail of blonde hair was shown. And with that a beautiful face with every detail in it's right place, with exception for her nose that had to been broken at least a few times. But nothing else seemed to be wrong with any of her body parts. Galahad hadn't been the only one who had watched her like that. After a minute of silence and nothing said from the mystery women the music came alive again and load voices started to talk again. But the women surely had ever knight thinking about her. She was some what exotic, he couldn't say he seen any women before. She wasn't from Rome by the way she was dressed, her clothing was just a little bit to much skin. A short dress in some kind of blue and silver tails holing it up. Simple just as it was, if it wasn't for all the weapons she had attach to her body. And she wasn't a woad, her face told them that. She was to slim to be a saxon, he didn't have any idea of who she could be or where she was from. But she was beautiful, dangerously beautiful.

Lancelot watched the young women take her cape of. 'Dame, she had curves. She was defiantly a women' His eyes watched ever detail of her body. No women he ever taken to his bead had looked like she did. And she hadn't said a word yet. 'Maybe it was the beer! Maybe she wasn't real! Could a women look like that? And be real?' Lancelot turned away from his game and walked over to her, to be interrupted by Arthur walking his way.

" Arthur! " Bors and Gawain's voices greeted their captain. Making the women actually fallow the knights from a distance with hawk eyes. He could feel it.

" Knight! Brothers in arms " 'Oh shit!' was the only thought crossing his mind. 'This could not be true, not to night' He didn't even listen to this, he didn't want to hear this. He made a turn to hit a wooden stock next to him. But someone stopped his hand just an inch from the Bang. As he looked it wasn't Tristan or Dagonet, but the women who shock her head.

" It's not fair to the wood, doing that " She meant the hand she had stopped. He just looked at her, no way a women could look so easy at him when he had put almost all his force in to that punch. Even Tristan would have done a grin at least. But not her, her face was plain just a smile on her lips as she turned her beautiful eyes to Arthur.

" Arthur? " Her sweet voice asked and all of a sudden her face was truly happy. " It's really you, right? " Arthur's face was surprised, was a small word to describe his friends face right at that point.

" Freya? "His words stumble out of his mouth as he hugged the fantasy women in front of them. " How? How? You… here? How? " He looked up at her. " No, you can't be real? Can you? " The women was almost crying at the moment. He couldn't see if it was happiness or if she really was sad.

" It's me Arthur. It's me! " She cried as they hugged again. " Oh, my good! " He heard her whispered into Arthur's neck. " I missed you people so much! " As they stopped hugging each other and Arthur just looked at her. A new voice started to scream.

" Freya? FREYA!?! " Vanora came running, nearly throwing the baby to Bors. " Oh, prised the lord. It's you! It's Freya! " The two women hugged not giving anyone any space to ask a question, and Arthur looked so surprised that Lancelot wondered for a second if he was on his way to throw up. " How dare you leave me like that? How do you dare leave us like that? Ha? You scared me to death girl! " The women they knew cried hitting the blonde forcefully on the shoulder.

" Vanora, sweetie! " She pulled her in to another hug. " I would never leave you if I didn't have to. And you look pretty alive to me " She smiled as she locked her eyes into Lancelot's they were like oceans. He was lost.

TBC : P