The sun streaming in through her bedroom window woke Will. Today, she reveled, was the second day where she had the house all to herself.

It was summer break, and her parents had gone on a vacation sponsored by her father's company. They'd be gone for three weeks. And her older brother Sass had decided to travel with some college friends.

She made her way down the stairs. Dressed in knee length jeans and a black spaghetti strap shirt.

Suddenly, she froze. There, in her living room were 7 full-grown men. And… for some odd reason, they didn't much looked like they belonged there.

For the most part, the were slowly studding there surroundings, like they had just gotten there. Then startling her, one spun around to face her. He had two daggers drawn.

Will stepped back hesitantly, but not more then that. She took the opportunity of the man's surprise to look him over.

He was quite weathered looking. With a slightly oval face, but prominent cheekbones. He was very scruffy, in need of a shave and messy hair, some of which was braided. He also had small blue tattoos on each side of his face.

She met his sharp brown eyes and raised her own eyebrow. There were no words, but he quickly seemed to get the message. "How dare you threaten a lady."

Unfortunately, by now, she had the attention of the other 6 men. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

"Where are we?" Asked one who shouldered his way next to the man with tattoos. He was almost bald, and looked to be the oldest one of the grope. But from other events Will didn't automatically label him the leader.

She hesitated briefly. Considering a number of replies, but finally deciding on the most basic one, so she could expand. "My house."

At the men's slightly confused and irritated looks, Will immediately clarified. "On Threewicket St. in Naples, Florida, U.S. of A, on Earth."

Another man, slightly younger, but clean-shaven, with an air of authority spoke, after a few moments. "Naples I know of. But non of these other places."

Will thought for a second. "Where are you suppose to be?"

"England, Hadrians Wall." Said yet another man. One with curly brown hair, and a slight smirk, despite the situation he found himself in.

Again Will raised an eyebrow, but now at this new man. However, she decided not to say anything. Suddenly, she re-focussed on the group. "K… so you're suppose to be in England, but you aren't. Well… it's a start. So how did you get in my house if you're suppose to be in England?"

The men glanced at one another for several long moments.

Will did her best to not snicker. "Well here you are." She managed to recover… barley. Then something hit her and she took in their outfits. Leathers, metals, fur… not quite modern stuff. "Are you guys… re-enactors or something?"

"What?" Asked the younger looking, shaved head one.

"You… dress up like people from the…past?"

Again, the men looked at each other. "We don't." Said one with long blond hair. "Granted… we may not be wearing the most fashionable things out of Rome but…" He smirked and the other's smiled or chuckles. "So what are you?" He asked looking her over. "A savage? A witch?"

Will bit back a reply. That was just down right rude. So she didn't buy Gucci, like she could afford it. She decided on a tart remark of her own.

She smiled sweetly, covering her seething. "I must be a witch, because only savages insult women. And you can hardly speak about who looks good here."

The blond looked irritated. But before he could reply, the clean-cut man steeped in. "You two can bicker later." He gave his man a look. "We need to get back to England before the Saxons attack the wall."

Will was confused for a long moment as a few of the men whispered tersely to each other. "Wait!" Her head snapped up, and the men looked at her suspiciously. "What year do you think it is?"

Her emphasis made them hesitate. "542." Said the clean-cut one slowly, as if speaking to a child.

Will blinked a few times. "I…" She steadied her self on the banister. "I think I need to sit down."

After a sitting she looked at the men. "Its not… it isn't 542. You know that right?"

The men froze. "What!" Then they all started talking and yelling. Finally, the clean-cut one stepped forward. "If it's not 542 then WHAT year IS IT!" He snapped.

Will looked at him. /Not very good with the first impressions are they/ She thought to herself. "It's 2005."

The men starred at her, but before they could start yelling again, the one with tattoos stepped forward. "So we've been taken through time?"

Will spread her hands. "Apparently."

"So…" The man looked her over. "We don't know how we got here. You don't seem to know how we got here. I can only assume that we must… stay here until we determine a way to get back."

At least the men agreed on that, and they were willing to accept time travel as a matter of course. Still, Will had this nagging worry in the back of her mind. So she was surprised when the curly hair smirking guy voiced those concerns.

"We… don't know this world." He started out slowly. The other men turned to him. "So… we must learn… but…" He looked at Will deliberately. "You really have no reason to… let us stay here. We have been fairly rude." At least the men had the intelligence to look a bit sheepish.

Will studied them a moment longer. "Yes, you have been rude, but you've been through a lot so I'll forgive you." She smiled gently.

The men seemed to relax. "If there is anything we can do for you Lady." Said the clean-cut one. "Just inform us."

Will hadn't bothered to stand up yet, and she was beginning to wonder if she ever would. "Well… you can start with telling me your names." She grinned. "That'll make my life like 5 times easier."

The clean-cut man nodded. "That we can do. I am Arthur."

"Lancelot." Said the curly hair one.

"Bors." Said the older bald one, nodding to her.

"Galahad." Said one who hadn't yet spoken directly to her. He looked to be the youngest of the grope.

"Dagonet." Said the younger bald one.

The blond and the one with tattoos glanced at each other.

"Gawain." Said the blond one, with out looking at her.

"Tristan." Said the one with tattoos.

Quickly, Will went over those names in her head again. So that she'd remember them. Then something hit her. She looked up at the men and stared levelly at them for several moments.

"Something wrong my lady?" Asked the one named Arthur.

Will closed her eyes. "Your names just sound really familiar is all."

"How so?" Asked the one... Lancelot.

Will gritted her teeth. "Well, see there's this really old story, a legend really, about this guy named Arthur, and his loyal knights of the round table. And it tells how he went on all these really famous adventures, eventually falling in love with the Lady Guinevere, then he became king of Britain." She opened her eyes slightly. "That wouldn't happen to be you would it?"

The men looked dumfounded. Finally, Tristan spoke up. "Some of what you said resembles us, but some does not. I think, until we decide that it's important, we should just leave it alone."

The others nodded, but looked at Will. Will shook her head. "K." She said with a shrug. She studied the men again. "Well... so I've got 7 adult men from 542 in my living room. This should be interesting."

Will stood. "I don't suppose your hungry?"

At that, the men nodded. They were Sarmatian Knights. Of course they were hungry.

Will went into the kitchen, and the men fallowed her cautiously. They tried not to look too surprised at all the things they saw, but they couldn't keep there eyes from widening.