Disclaimer: As of now I still do not own King Arthur, as soon as I own it, I'll let you know. (Don't expect to hear the news anytime soon)

Author's Note: Okay, I reread my first chapter and noticed there are a lot of EXCLAMATION POINTS! Eww, I hate when there's too many, I apologize a million times, I think I need to start quadruple checking my work as I didn't catch it the first three times. Thanks to my reader for her criticism, it is well absorbed and I hope this chapter is more to your liking -). Also, one more apology for Lancelot, he's a bit OOC, but I figure, well, how would anyone react if they were dead? A little like that? Maybe, when I die, I'll let you know (don't expect to hear news anytime soon). So here's the next installment, I know it's soon, but I don't want to "loose it". So here's chapter two. ONWARDS!

Chapter Two: Acceptance.

"Only one." Lancelot chuckled as he sunk back down onto his bed of skins. "Of course, why not? It's only appropriate isn't it?" He lay back and stared at the ceiling, letting the silence overwhelm him. He wanted to return, more than anything. It wasn't fear of the unknown that pulled away at his heart, it was Arthur. His memory called out to him. If only to return for one day to know that he's well. His mind sighed.

"Listen Lancelot." Came Dagonet's voice. "Tristan and I have had a lot of time to speak-"

"A lot of time to speak?" Lancelot interrupted as he sat up again. "One day is a lot of time?"

"We should explain a few things then." Tristan grinned as he stepped toward a small table that Lancelot had not noticed before. He plucked an apple and took a big bite, letting the juice run down his chin.

"Why do you eat if you're dead?" Lancelot sighed in annoyance.

"It's a human thing I'm accustomed too. Now listen to Dagonet."

"Do you remember when we told you that this is a place where you wait?"

"Yes, yes." Lancelot answered in annoyance, rubbing his temples.

"This place is not only to wait to chose which path to take, but for Acceptance."

"Acceptance of what?"

"Of…your current state of being."

Lancelot rose an eyebrow at this. Dagonet, contrary to popular belief, was not a brute whose sole purpose was on the battlefield. He was silent by nature, but he had never heard him speak in such a way before, and that bottomless feeling in his stomach that had lurked before, threatened to return.

"'My current state of being?'" He chuckled, "I have no state of being, I'm dead."

"Precisely, do you know for how long?"

"No."

"In human time, ten years."

"Ten…ten years. Oh please continue Dagonet…this just gets better with every moment." He chuckled as he rested his head on his knees.

"We awake when we are ready to accept that we are dead, and make the decision to move on. I was dead for two years before I awoke, Tristan for six, you were the longest, so we were put here to wait for you."

"Why did it take me ten years to awaken?"

"You obviously weren't ready then." Tristan sighed. Lancelot threw his pillow at him, Tristan easy avoided the strike.

"Getting rusty." He chuckled.

"The point is Lancelot, Tristan and I have decided that you will be the one to return."

"Me! Why!" He shouted.

"Because you want to don't you?"

"Yes-"

"Well then it's been decided."

"What about you two?"

"We don't want to return. We're tired, I think I've deserved a good night's sleep, don't you Dag?" Tristan sighed as he stretched long.

"Yes...I only ask, Lancelot, that you give the boy my best. See that he is well, please."

"Why are you telling me this! I won't remember who I am anyway! You said so yourself!"

"The rules can be bent, you'll find out if they have been for you soon enough."

"No, I don't accept this! We're going to talk about this like men! I won't be excluded like some insolent child whose parents are deciding his fate!"

"Fine, let's talk about this then." Tristan sighed as he sat on the table. "You want to return to Arthur-"

"I do not want to return to Arthur!"

"Then why do you want to return? Your mother and father are dead and buried now, your siblings don't remember you. There is nothing for you in the world, but a person that you love-"

"I love-" Lancelot scoffed.

"Who loves you in return." Tristan pressed with his teeth clenched.

"I need to get out of this god damn room!" Lancelot exploded and made for the door.

"No!" Dagonet cried, but Lancelot yanked the door open and jumped back far. A woman, far too old too be living had grabbed hold of his legs. Piercing screams echoed in cavernous halls as humans begged, cried, and cursed.

"Mercy! Mercy please my lord…" She begged in a withered dry voice. It sounded like dust in the wind. Tristan jumped up and slammed the door, restoring the silence.

"We're all ready to be out of this damned place. Please accept the offer Lancelot." Tristan was looking at him sideways, waiting for an answer. "Accept the offer, please." He said a little more sternly. "Damn it Lancelot!" He roared, slamming his fist onto the table. "From the moment you awaken all you can think about is returning to your beloved Arthur! And now we're giving you the opportunity and you're acting like a child!"

"It's not fair to you!" Lancelot yelled back. "It's not fair to Dagonet that he can never see that boy again, not fair to you that you could never live a proper life outside of scouting and killing!"

"It's not fair, no, but that's the way things are." Dagonet sighed. "Please Lancelot, accept the offer."

"Neither of you have any reservations?" Lancelot pressed.

"No." They answered in unison. Lancelot closed his eyes for a moment, he tried to imagine the out post, he thought hard. There was no going back after this…after what seemed like an eternity of deliberation he sighed, and nodded.

"Good man then!" Tristan chuckled as he clapped him on the back. "Finally I can get some sleep then. Come." He motioned for Lancelot to follow him, and they all took back their seats around the fire again. Lancelot lay back on the skins, and felt a wave of drowsiness suddenly over come him.

"Just think, when you wake, you'll see Arthur again." Dagonet chuckled. The idea that he could return all he liked, but Arthur would not know him, troubled Lancelot greatly. What had he just agreed to? But before he could answer himself, sleep quickly over took him…

Lancelot felt horrible as his eyes rolled about his head. Not this feeling again, you'd think being dead, the feeling would dissipate. He had every intention of yelling at Dagonet and Tristan as soon as he had the strength…he did feel oddly weak. His eyes focused on the ceiling…not the same ceiling. He tried to sit up, but felt the most impossible pain, it was as if all of his bones were broken! His ribs screamed, his mind reeled, his arms gave out from under him and he expelled a half groan, though the voice was not his own.

"He's awake! He's awake! Mummy! He's awake, he's awake!" A little girl screamed as she ran about. Lancelot wanted to scream at her, but quickly learned that his voice had suddenly left it him. He was having trouble controlling his body.

"Stop yelling!" A woman's hissed as she jogged into the room, Lancelot could hear her come to the bed, and sit at his side. It was Venora.

"Gilly…darling can you hear me?" She said sweetly. Gilly, GILLY! Bors's eldest son! No! This wasn't right!

"I can hear you." He whispered to you.

"Get your father!" She snapped to the little girl, who ran out into the yard screaming:

"DADDY! Daddy, Daddy Gilly's awake, he's awake!" After which seconds later Bors came running inside, obviously thrilled. Gilly had been Bors's favorite child.

"Oh my boy." He sighed as he pulled Lancelot into a tight embrace, at least now he could scream.

"What are you trying to do? Break me all over again!" He snapped. Bors laughed heartily.

"I told you he would be fine Venora. Now leave the boy so he can breathe, make him food. We'll come see you later, Arthur calls us."

"Arthur!" Lancelot cried, a little too excitedly.

"Yes Arthur. Alexander will be all too happy to learn you're all right-"

"Alexander?"

"The surgeon said your memory would be jogged if you lived. Don't worry, he'll be by tomorrow and you can talk all day. For now, just rest Gilly." And they left him there. Left him unable to move, with one horrid thought. Gilly was 7 when Lancelot died, which meant at the present he was 17. How the hell was he supposed to win back Arthur's love, in the body of a 17 year old? Bors's son no less!

Okay, there's chapter two. I hope it was okay, I can only ever judge my junk after about a day. Anyway, thanks to my reader (one so far WOOT!). Any other mishaps, feel free to point them out -)