A/N- Okay, here is my first fanfiction. Hope it doesn't turn out too badly.

Danielle stood atop the grassy knoll, looking down into the valley below. Breathing in she let her lips momentarily curve into a smile. The wind whipped her curled hair back and a sudden idea occurred to her. It was silly and childish, but with no one here to watch she couldn't bring herself to care.

This was her escape, the weekend camping trips that her family took during the summer. Since the age of eleven she had insisted in sleeping in a tent or under the stars instead of the RV. "It's not real camping." she had told her dad. He hadn't understood and said it was her fault if she got cold or wet during the night. She did, but it made it feel authentic. After that she started taking hikes when her family was sitting around the fire. Thinking of her family…

Danielle looked at her watch, it was ten thirty, her parents wanted her back by eleven so that they could make lunch. She turned to start down the hill, spreading her arms wide she closed her eyes, and ran. Adrenaline rushed through her veins, the fear of not knowing if she was going to fall or hit something and the wind rushing past her arms gave her the feeling of flying. Her foot hit a protruding rock, her stomach leapt and her eyes flew open, and then she was tumbling headlong into a creek. She gasped and rolled over. She didn't remember there being a creek at the bottom of the hill. Come to think of it she hadn't seen a drop of water during her hike. Looking around she saw the small gurgling creek was surrounding by towering trees that filtered the now orangey glow of sunset. Sunset? The undergrowth was dark and lush, but it was still and quiet. Her involuntary swimming trip must have frightened the wildlife.

She furrowed her eyebrows and gazed at her surroundings. Where was she? And how did she get here? She reached for the bank with her hands, to pull herself up but when she managed to get to her feet her legs wobbled and she collapsed back into the water with a splash and the screech of a small bird that had come out and now darted back into cover. Her head hit the other bank of the small creek and she cried out in shock. With her head now pounding she tried to breathe but it came in ragged gasps. She was stuck in an unknown place after an unknown method of arrival and she couldn't even stand.

"Excuse me, are you alright ma'am?" The voice brought her out of her inner spiralling down into despair at her situation. There was a man standing on the bank, tall with short dark hair. He was wearing a chain-mail tunic with a red cape fastened at his throat. A sword hung from his belt and his arms were wrapped around a bundle of sticks. She stared at him in shock, hardly even noting his odd dress. "I heard your cry and came to make sure you were alright."

Alright? Here brain was screaming at the man. Of course I'm not alright! However the only sound that came out was a hiccuping sob. Danielle covered her face with her arms, hoping she could stifle the sobs and that the stranger wouldn't notice and would simply leave her alone to her misery. However the sound of sticks clattering to the forest floor and the splash of feet entering the creek spelled that her wish would not be heeded. Strong arms wrapped around her shoulders and knees and she was pulled out of the water. "I'll take you back to my camp, if that is alright ma'am." She didn't say anything and he must have taken that as an affirmative. Warm dry fabric was wrapped around her and then she felt the steady, rhythmic jostle of the man's long strides as he carried her away from the creek.

I took her a few moments but she managed to contain her sobs and she wiped her face dry with the rough material she was wrapped in. "I can walk." she whispered, her voice rough from her sobs. She really didn't know if she could walk yet but she didn't want to be carried any further. The man stopped and gently lowered her feet to the ground, supporting her by the shoulders as she wobbled slightly. She finally opened her eyes and saw the material she was wrapped in was his red cape.

"Are you sure you can walk?" He asked softly.

"Yes,"

"Very well. Lancelot." The man introduced himself.

"Danielle," she said frowning at the strange name and finally noting his strange attire.

They began walking, at a slower pace than Lancelot had been carrying her. Soon they broke through the trees and into a small clearing. Four men sat around a shallow pit that looked like it had been dug for a fire. They were all dressed in the chain-mail and cloaks that Lancelot wore. The blonde one, and the only one not doing something looked up as they entered the clearing.

"Lancelot?" he asked, glancing between Lancelot and Danielle.

"I found her while I was gathering firewood." At the mention of a 'she' the other three looked up from where they had been sharpening their swords or, as one of them was doing with his eyes closed, eating an apple. It was then that Danielle noticed that Lancelot had a small bundle of sticks tucked under one arm. He must of been collecting while she was busy trying to put one foot in front of another.

"Finding women in the forest? Gwaine, yes. But you Lancelot, really?" The blonde one asked, his eyes twinkling with mirth. The two men who had been sharpening their swords grinned while the one who had been eating the apple glared at the blonde.

"Sir, please not in front of the lady." Lancelot said but when he glanced at the long-haired one eating the apple, who she now assumed was Gwaine, she saw a spark of amusement in his eyes.

"Yes Lancelot, your right." The blonde said, standing up. He strode toward her. "Prince Arthur of Camelot." He introduced himself, "And these are my knights Sir Leon, Sir Percival, Sir Gwaine," the one eating the apple had been Gwaine," and you've met Sir Lancelot."

King or Prince Arthur and his knights off the Round Table? Great she'd stumbled across a crazy farm. "May I ask what you were doing in these woods?" Prince Arthur inquired. She really didn't what to tell these crazy people anything. Luckily she was saved by Lancelot.

"Perhaps we should let her recover herself." Lancelot suggested. Danielle nodded her head vigorously and took a step back so that she was slightly behind Lancelot, she felt more comfortable with him than 'Prince Arthur'.

"Very well, give her Merlin's blanket, we'll bring her back to Camelot with us in the morning" He returned to his seat looking slightly disgruntled.

A/N- Please review with any advise you have, it would be much appreciated.