Title: Wounds of Time
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, although I really want to so I could make my own storylines come true sigh.
Rating: PG-13 (little violence and very little slash
Characters involved: Galahad and Gawain (slash implied)
Date written: July 20th, 2004
Summary: What happens when someone close to Galahad is hurt? Will everything he strove to keep inside himself rise to the surface?
Contact Info: Like it or Hate it. Then email me at quillofslashyahoo.ca or just review me on
Galahad had always found it difficult to express his feelings to the other knights. They were always so closed off and cold. The fighting and bloodshed did not help, for bloodstained hands were frequent for these knights. But one of the knights was different, one of the knights truly felt and understood all the emotions that were always in the air, and that knight was Gawain. Galahad had always liked Gawain, he was a tough strong man with a softer more caring side to him. Recently Galahad started to feel things other than just admiration for Gawain, he started to feel, love. From the nights in front of the campfire where Gawain would ladle him some stew to the crimson drenched battlefields where they fought side by side, Galahad could not help but feel something more for Gawain. He wanted to confess his unrequited love for the man, but was terribly afraid of what may become of their friendship and the friendship of the knights if Gawain were to reject him. He kept quiet, walking behind the knights with the heart wrenching pain of unrequited love.
It was not until one bloodstained morning that Galahad decided to confess his feelings.
The battlefield was covered in blood, yet another mission completed by the knights. Galahad wiped the sweat from his brow and the blood from his hands as the knights prepared to move forward. Then from the corner of his eye he saw a glint of steel. All of he sudden he heard Gawain's voice.
"Galahad get down!" Gawain yelled as he dove forward to cover the young knight.
Galahad head spun for a moment, when all of a sudden he realized he was on the ground with the grass brushing his face. He felt a warm trickle on his chest. It was blood, but it was not his. He stared into the face of the man whom saved his life, it was Gawain, he was bleeding! The arrow had pierced his armour and punctured his skin.
"You alright?" Gawain asked. "Gawain. . . no!" Galahad screamed.
Tristan quickly drew his bow and fired at the enemy archer striking him squarely in the heart. Bors and Dagonet quickly pulled the injured Gawain off Galahad as Arthur examined the arrow.
"Poison." He replied. "Come on we got to help him!" Galahad exclaimed.
Together the knights fled the battle site back to their campsite. They lay Gawain down on his side for the arrow had pierced completely through his shoulder. Tristan examined the arrow thoroughly.
"The arrow went clean through, but the poison is what I'm worried about," Tristan said. "we need to remove the arrow immediately, Dagonet."
Dagonet quickly came and broke the arrow. "Brace yourself, Gawain."
Gawain attempted a smiled, nodded, and clenching his fists.
Dagonet pulled the arrow out with the swiftest of movements and utmost of care. Gawain screamed out in the pain.
"Arthur, I need you two to get the djar root for the poison, Dagonet, wash your hands and then go with Lancelot and Bors to check for enemies, Galahad, I need you to clean the wound with the water we have left, I'm going with Arthur to look for the root, protect Gawain." Tristan listed in an orderly manner. The knights dispersed.
Galahad was left all alone with the fallen knight. The trees whistled a sad tune, as the brush around him moved. He dipped a cotton cloth into the bowl of cold water. He rubbed it over Gawain's wound, causing him to wince in pain. Salty tears streamed down Galahad's face as he watched Gawain's life force weakening. He cried out loud, continuing to cleanse the wound. Gawain raised his head a little to meet Galahad's reddened eyes.
"Why? Why did you take the arrow?" Galahad yelled with tears pouring from his eyes. "Someone's got to look out for ya, Galahad my boy." Gawain said as he coughed.
The time seemed endless, when were the others going to get back with the roots and water. He tried his best to stop the bleeding, but there was a lot of blood spilling. Finally after what seemed like hours of tending to Gawain's wounds the wound was cleaned and the blood had stopped. Suddenly there was a rustling in the bushes. Galahad quickly turned around to see what it was, but he saw nothing. He scrambled back to find a weapon, when all of a sudden a creature emerged from the bushes and jumped at Galahad from behind. He soon found himself pinned to the ground, face in the dirt. The creature snarled. Galahad desperately searched with his hands for a weapon. The creature took not even a second to bit into Galahad's flesh. He yelled out in pain, still looking for something, anything. He felt something with his hand, he gripped it hard and swung it at the creature, beating it off him. It quickly scurried away into the bushes, letting out a whelp of pain. Galahad panted the temporary adrenaline rush passed as he felt his body tire and the bite wound increase in pain. He looked down at the weapon he had used to fend off the terrible beast and was amazed to see that it was none other than Gawain's mace. He fell back onto the ground and turned his head to see that Gawain was still okay. Finally satisfied with the peacefully resting Gawain, he felt the cold grip of darkness cover his eyes as he fainted.
When he awoke, he was relieved to see the rest of the knights gathered around him and Gawain. His bite wound was cleaned and bandaged and Gawain was bandaged also, although there was still an uneasy appearance in Gawain's countenance.
"Is Gawain okay?" Galahad asked worriedly. "Hey, don't strain yourself." Tristan said. "Is Gawain okay?" Galahad repeated. "His wound is fine, but the poison is spreading throughout his body and he doesn't look like he is fighting it well, even with the djar root." Arthur said gravely. "But he will survive right, Tristan, he will survive?" Galahad asked the knight. "We're not sure, Galahad, he might survive to see the next dawn." Tristan said sadly. "No. . . it can't be, say it isn't so!" Galahad exclaimed. He stared at the other knights but they avoided his eyes. He stared at Gawain with teary eyes. He held them back, for he didn't want his honour to be hurt along with his heart.
Time passed slowly, like an eternity in purgatory, not knowing if his close friend would pull through the night. Soon the other knights fell into an uneasy slumber but still a slumber. Galahad remained awake to look after Gawain. He didn't know what to do. Pray to a greater being for guidance, a miracle? He just couldn't bear to watch Gawain slip away from him. His tears fell on deaf ears as they were absorbed by the thick blanket that covered Gawain's gentle figure. He was tired, he couldn't stay awake much longer even if he tried. He rested his head on Gawain's chest, his arms wrapped around Gawain's waist. If this was Gawain's last night on earth, he would not spend it alone Galahad thought. This was it, Galahad though, Gawain might die, and Galahad would never have told him how he truly felt. Galahad shifted his head closer to Gawain's ear. And in it he whispered, "I love you," before he too fell into a fatigued sleep.
The light of dawn brought about much discomfort at the campsite of the knights. Galahad awoke to the hoarse breathing of Gawain. He made it, he survived through the night. Galahad was overjoyed to see Gawain open his eyes.
"Hello, and how are you doing on this fine morning?" Gawain said with much optimism. Galahad hugged Gawain. "Don't ever leave, Gawain, I couldn't live without you." Galahad whispered. "I know, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." Gawain said reassuringly. The rest of the knights soon awoke and greeted Gawain with smiles. It would take a couple of weeks but Gawain would be back to normal in no time. Galahad was glad to hear Gawain's voice and his laughter once again, realizing that this moment was a wake up call to confess his feelings, Galahad decided that once Gawain was better, he would know all the feelings that were bottled inside.
To be continued . . .
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, although I really want to so I could make my own storylines come true sigh.
Rating: PG-13 (little violence and very little slash
Characters involved: Galahad and Gawain (slash implied)
Date written: July 20th, 2004
Summary: What happens when someone close to Galahad is hurt? Will everything he strove to keep inside himself rise to the surface?
Contact Info: Like it or Hate it. Then email me at quillofslashyahoo.ca or just review me on
Galahad had always found it difficult to express his feelings to the other knights. They were always so closed off and cold. The fighting and bloodshed did not help, for bloodstained hands were frequent for these knights. But one of the knights was different, one of the knights truly felt and understood all the emotions that were always in the air, and that knight was Gawain. Galahad had always liked Gawain, he was a tough strong man with a softer more caring side to him. Recently Galahad started to feel things other than just admiration for Gawain, he started to feel, love. From the nights in front of the campfire where Gawain would ladle him some stew to the crimson drenched battlefields where they fought side by side, Galahad could not help but feel something more for Gawain. He wanted to confess his unrequited love for the man, but was terribly afraid of what may become of their friendship and the friendship of the knights if Gawain were to reject him. He kept quiet, walking behind the knights with the heart wrenching pain of unrequited love.
It was not until one bloodstained morning that Galahad decided to confess his feelings.
The battlefield was covered in blood, yet another mission completed by the knights. Galahad wiped the sweat from his brow and the blood from his hands as the knights prepared to move forward. Then from the corner of his eye he saw a glint of steel. All of he sudden he heard Gawain's voice.
"Galahad get down!" Gawain yelled as he dove forward to cover the young knight.
Galahad head spun for a moment, when all of a sudden he realized he was on the ground with the grass brushing his face. He felt a warm trickle on his chest. It was blood, but it was not his. He stared into the face of the man whom saved his life, it was Gawain, he was bleeding! The arrow had pierced his armour and punctured his skin.
"You alright?" Gawain asked. "Gawain. . . no!" Galahad screamed.
Tristan quickly drew his bow and fired at the enemy archer striking him squarely in the heart. Bors and Dagonet quickly pulled the injured Gawain off Galahad as Arthur examined the arrow.
"Poison." He replied. "Come on we got to help him!" Galahad exclaimed.
Together the knights fled the battle site back to their campsite. They lay Gawain down on his side for the arrow had pierced completely through his shoulder. Tristan examined the arrow thoroughly.
"The arrow went clean through, but the poison is what I'm worried about," Tristan said. "we need to remove the arrow immediately, Dagonet."
Dagonet quickly came and broke the arrow. "Brace yourself, Gawain."
Gawain attempted a smiled, nodded, and clenching his fists.
Dagonet pulled the arrow out with the swiftest of movements and utmost of care. Gawain screamed out in the pain.
"Arthur, I need you two to get the djar root for the poison, Dagonet, wash your hands and then go with Lancelot and Bors to check for enemies, Galahad, I need you to clean the wound with the water we have left, I'm going with Arthur to look for the root, protect Gawain." Tristan listed in an orderly manner. The knights dispersed.
Galahad was left all alone with the fallen knight. The trees whistled a sad tune, as the brush around him moved. He dipped a cotton cloth into the bowl of cold water. He rubbed it over Gawain's wound, causing him to wince in pain. Salty tears streamed down Galahad's face as he watched Gawain's life force weakening. He cried out loud, continuing to cleanse the wound. Gawain raised his head a little to meet Galahad's reddened eyes.
"Why? Why did you take the arrow?" Galahad yelled with tears pouring from his eyes. "Someone's got to look out for ya, Galahad my boy." Gawain said as he coughed.
The time seemed endless, when were the others going to get back with the roots and water. He tried his best to stop the bleeding, but there was a lot of blood spilling. Finally after what seemed like hours of tending to Gawain's wounds the wound was cleaned and the blood had stopped. Suddenly there was a rustling in the bushes. Galahad quickly turned around to see what it was, but he saw nothing. He scrambled back to find a weapon, when all of a sudden a creature emerged from the bushes and jumped at Galahad from behind. He soon found himself pinned to the ground, face in the dirt. The creature snarled. Galahad desperately searched with his hands for a weapon. The creature took not even a second to bit into Galahad's flesh. He yelled out in pain, still looking for something, anything. He felt something with his hand, he gripped it hard and swung it at the creature, beating it off him. It quickly scurried away into the bushes, letting out a whelp of pain. Galahad panted the temporary adrenaline rush passed as he felt his body tire and the bite wound increase in pain. He looked down at the weapon he had used to fend off the terrible beast and was amazed to see that it was none other than Gawain's mace. He fell back onto the ground and turned his head to see that Gawain was still okay. Finally satisfied with the peacefully resting Gawain, he felt the cold grip of darkness cover his eyes as he fainted.
When he awoke, he was relieved to see the rest of the knights gathered around him and Gawain. His bite wound was cleaned and bandaged and Gawain was bandaged also, although there was still an uneasy appearance in Gawain's countenance.
"Is Gawain okay?" Galahad asked worriedly. "Hey, don't strain yourself." Tristan said. "Is Gawain okay?" Galahad repeated. "His wound is fine, but the poison is spreading throughout his body and he doesn't look like he is fighting it well, even with the djar root." Arthur said gravely. "But he will survive right, Tristan, he will survive?" Galahad asked the knight. "We're not sure, Galahad, he might survive to see the next dawn." Tristan said sadly. "No. . . it can't be, say it isn't so!" Galahad exclaimed. He stared at the other knights but they avoided his eyes. He stared at Gawain with teary eyes. He held them back, for he didn't want his honour to be hurt along with his heart.
Time passed slowly, like an eternity in purgatory, not knowing if his close friend would pull through the night. Soon the other knights fell into an uneasy slumber but still a slumber. Galahad remained awake to look after Gawain. He didn't know what to do. Pray to a greater being for guidance, a miracle? He just couldn't bear to watch Gawain slip away from him. His tears fell on deaf ears as they were absorbed by the thick blanket that covered Gawain's gentle figure. He was tired, he couldn't stay awake much longer even if he tried. He rested his head on Gawain's chest, his arms wrapped around Gawain's waist. If this was Gawain's last night on earth, he would not spend it alone Galahad thought. This was it, Galahad though, Gawain might die, and Galahad would never have told him how he truly felt. Galahad shifted his head closer to Gawain's ear. And in it he whispered, "I love you," before he too fell into a fatigued sleep.
The light of dawn brought about much discomfort at the campsite of the knights. Galahad awoke to the hoarse breathing of Gawain. He made it, he survived through the night. Galahad was overjoyed to see Gawain open his eyes.
"Hello, and how are you doing on this fine morning?" Gawain said with much optimism. Galahad hugged Gawain. "Don't ever leave, Gawain, I couldn't live without you." Galahad whispered. "I know, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." Gawain said reassuringly. The rest of the knights soon awoke and greeted Gawain with smiles. It would take a couple of weeks but Gawain would be back to normal in no time. Galahad was glad to hear Gawain's voice and his laughter once again, realizing that this moment was a wake up call to confess his feelings, Galahad decided that once Gawain was better, he would know all the feelings that were bottled inside.
To be continued . . .
