Summary: Tristan vows to find Galahad in their next life. Hannibal has to live up to that promise.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Hannibal or King Arthur

Rating: T+

Pairing: Tristan/Galahad Hannibal/Will

A/N: Each chapter is short.

MIRRORING THE PAST:

HADRIAN'S WALL:
942 AD

They were Sarmatian's. They were knights. They had been brought to the far outpost of Britain to fulfill a bargain struck by their ancestors; a bargain selling them to Rome. Tristan was such, a Sarmatian clan prince, taken by the Roman's to live out his life as a soldier. But he would not be there alone. Galahad had been drafted right alongside him. Months flew by, turning into years. At the five year mark Lancelot, Gawain, Dagonet, and Bors convinced Tristan and Galahad to celebrate. Tristan wanted to refuse, he wanted to be alone with Galahad, but his intended had convinced him to join in. He stayed close, glaring at others who looked the wrong way at his Galahad. It was easy to glance at the young man, his smooth skin, the long curls of hair, and confuse him for a woman, but upon a second look another man would realize his mistake. Tristan never made such a mistake. Galahad was his and he belonged to Galahad.

Galahad laughed with his brothers of the sword while keeping close to Tristan. When their bodies aligned, he would take Tristan's hand for a second feeling the strength they shared. Smiling, Galahad lengthened his stride to catch up with the others when rough hands grabbed him, pulling him in against armor reeking of ale and sweat. "Get off!" Galahad shouted, pushing, fighting to free himself. A second pair of hands he recognized pulled him back. He had a second to realize that Tristan was punching the Roman officer. "Tristan!" Galahad shouted. "Stop! He's nothing but a Roman." Trying in vain, he gripped the worn leather of Tristan's shirt, trying to pull him back. For those few terrifying moments Tristan would not stop. Punch after punch was landed against the Roman's face. Galahad tried not to be happy that his lover would fight so fiercely for him. "Tristan, stop!" This time when he tugged at Tristan, he stopped.

Tristan allowed himself to be pulled back, Galahad's arms wrapping around his chest. To the Roman he snarled, "Lay hands upon him again, and it will be your head." Wrenching free from Galahad's hold, Tristan took his intended's hand to leave, taking them back to the barracks. The others knew the customs of his tribe and of Galahad's, but the Roman's looked on in shock. If and Tristan weren't alone, then Tristan would do something he would regret, something Galahad would have to excuse. He could do that to the one who held his heart.

Galahad went willingly with Tristan, knowing they were going back to the barracks where they shared a room, a bed, and many nights where they dreamed of freedom yet to be earned. Before they even made it to their door, Galahad stopped, pushing Tristan up against the wall. "Don't kill that Roman." He knew well the wrath of his lover. "He didn't hurt me." Galahad said knowing that that would be the one thing to stop Tristan from exacting revenge.

Tristan heaved in and out, his breathing growing harsher by the second. "That… thing… If he…." He couldn't get the words out he was so angry. "I would fight the world to keep you from harm," Tristan mumbled.

Galahad stepped in close, his hands coming to Tristan's face, "The world is the Roman Empire." He said sadly. Their lives were not their own, wouldn't be their own for fifteen years in service to Rome.

"I would kill them all." Tristan replied, his tone tinged with anger. Closing the distance, he rested his head to Galahad's breathing him in. "You alone matter to me."

Galahad smiled at those words. "As you alone matter to me." He replied gently, waiting for Tristan to calm down, waiting until it was safe for them.

Tristan wrapped his arms around his young Galahad as he made this vow, "No matter what life I live, no matter the distance between us, I will always find you." If there was a way to keep his promise, he would. The gods wouldn't be able to keep him from Galahad's side for long; not even in death.