Hey so this is chapter 2 of the epic adventures of Sally Knight and friends. Thanks to everyone who reviewed last time including 'Sally Knight' who is actually the real one. Let the craziness begin!

Arthur sat astride his horse, looking around at the strange knights as they readied themselves to leave Camelot.

Sir Alinor, often called Psychotic Knight by his fellow warriors due to his violent nature, was busy strapping all manner of weapons to his horse. He also wore an array of knives in a sash across his chest and had an axe strapped to his back.

Sir Theodore, sometimes referred to as Traumatised Knight for the expression often present on his face when in the company of the other three knights, sat astride his horse nervously, looking for all the world like he didn't want to be there. The only strange thing about this knight was the two machetes strapped to his horse's saddle in place of a sword.

Sir Victor, named Helpful Knight for his willingness to aid anyone in need, stood beside his horse, absently stroking its neck. The horse in question was a beautiful pure white and moved with effortless grace. It moved over to Merlin, nuzzling into his side. Merlin laughed and raised a hand to stroke its nose. The horse pressed into his touch before turning away when Victor clicked his tongue and murmured something too low for anyone to hear, one hand splaying across the horse's flank. Victor gave the horse a friendly pat on the neck as he moved to buckle his sword securely to the saddle before looking across at the last knight.

Sir Sal had finally managed to pack everything onto his horse and was now strapping his sword to the horse. He fumbled with the straps, getting his sleeve caught. He was famed throughout the castle for his sheer clumsiness and social awkwardness. Now, he pulled at his sleeve, yanking on it until it came free suddenly sending him staggering backwards. He looked around hoping that nobody had noticed. Victor gave him an amused smile and Alinor rolled his eyes but the others showed no signs of having seen.

Of course, Arthur knew none of this. He was blissfully unaware of the reputations of these knights and the things that happened when they were together. He looked to Merlin in uncertainty as he watched them.

"Are you sure they are any good?" he asked.

"Of course, Sire. Would I bring you incompetent knights?" Merlin replied grinning. They looked back towards the knights and as if to answer his question, Sal slowly tilted sideways and fell from his saddle to the hard stone of the courtyard. Arthur glared at Merlin who gave him his best innocent look in return. Arthur sighed and turned his gaze back to the fallen knight.

"What happened?" he asked in irritation as Helpful Knight pulled the other to his feet.

"Well, you see..." the clumsy knight began, but Arthur cut him off.

"No never mind. Don't answer that! What is your name?"

"Sal," he replied sheepishly.

"Well, Sal, don't do that again! You are a knight of Camelot!" And with that he turned and kicked his horse into action. Merlin shot a fondly exasperated look at him as he followed suit. The knights behind them quickly scrambled onto their horses and followed after them.

When they came upon a clearing in the forest, they dismounted to continue on foot so as not to scare the prey away. Psychotic knight took the lead, looking around at the forest, a vicious look in his eyes. He brandished his crossbow menacingly as he stalked through the trees. Behind, Arthur looked annoyed at not being in front and charged forward, casting a glare at him as he passed. Merlin followed hastily, stumbling clumsily through the undergrowth as he moved to Arthur's side. But he was not as clumsy as Sal, who promptly tripped over a root and was sent sprawling into a muddy puddle. Victor dashed forwards to help him up before Arthur could realise what had happened and when he looked back, he saw the three other knights hiding Sal from view as they walked. Behind them Sal whistled nonchalantly.

Finally, Arthur halted them with a raised hand as he stared intently into the forest ahead. Behind him there was a quiet scuffle as Sal walked into Psychotic Knight who raised his crossbow threateningly. Sal cowered back and Alinor relented and moved forwards to peer into the trees, crossbow at the ready. Merlin moved closer to Arthur's side, trying to see what prey was to be had. There was a rustle of leaves and a stag stepped into view. Arthur raised his crossbow, taking aim. Merlin was oblivious to this however, as he stared, transfixed, at the way the light shone across Arthur's face. Behind them, Sal exchanged a knowing look with Victor. The helpful knight crept forward, hands raised to push Merlin across that tiny gap and into Arthur. On the other side of Arthur, Alinor took aim at the stag.

"Steady..." said Arthur. Thunk went Alinor's crossbow.

"Ahh!" yelped Merlin as he was sent sprawling onto Arthur. The stag reared in pain and then collapsed to the forest floor. Alinor ran forward gleefully to the side of the corpse. Merlin lifted his head to look at Arthur from where he was sprawled across his chest. For a moment the world seemed to stand still and they shared a long moment looking into each other's eyes. Sal and Helpful Knight grinned proudly while the Theodore looked scandalised by the whole thing. Alinor crowed in delight at his kill.

"Umm sorry Arthur," Merlin muttered as he pulled away blushing.

"Right... err... we should probably set up camp," Arthur said as he stood up. They both avoided each other's gaze.

The knights set about putting up their tents. Merlin fumbled with the tent but got it standing quickly enough. Next to that tent, another spontaneously collapsed. Sal fought his way out of the folds of material before starting to put it up again, looking as if this happened regularly. Eventually the tents were set up. There was one slight argument when it was discovered that there was one too few tents. But it was quickly sorted when after one of the knights offered to share with Merlin, Arthur shot a glare at said knight and announced that Merlin was his manservant and that they would share so that Merlin could attend to any of his needs. Sal smirked broadly at this and chuckled quietly to himself. When the camp had been set up, the knights gathered around the fire and watched as Merlin prepared some food. The knights talked among themselves but Arthur seemed oddly withdrawn as he watched Merlin, admiring the glow of the firelight on his skin.

After dinner, Arthur and Merlin retreated to their tent. They lay in the dark, both intensely aware of how close the person that they truly loved was. The other knights stayed by the fire, drawing close and whispering as they shot glances at the tent occupied by Arthur and his manservant. It was obvious to everyone that Merlin and Arthur had feelings for each other and the knights were determined to get them together. The pair were the gossip of Camelot and most thought that they should finally tell each other how they felt. There was even a very large betting pool down at the tavern on when they would finally take that step. The knights tried desperately to come up with a plan to get the two together. Theodore, traumatised expression in place, made his excuses and all but ran to his tent, leaving Sal, Alinor and Victor behind. Eventually, deciding that they would not come up with a plan tonight, and seeing as Merlin and Arthur were probably asleep now anyway, they headed for their own tents. However, Sal tripped on one of the tent ropes and fell onto the tent, collapsing it. Unfortunately, it was Merlin and Arthur's tent.

Merlin and Arthur woke in shock as they were enveloped in fabric.

"What's going on?" Arthur yelled.

"I don't know!" Merlin responded.

"Are we under attack?" Arthur demanded.

"I don't think so," Merlin said.

"But what if we're under attack?" Arthur panicked.

"Arthur, if we were under attack, I think they would have gotten us by now!" They moved forwards in the darkness and accidentally brushed against each other, sending electricity shooting through them.

"Merlin is that you?" Arthur whispered.

"Of course it is! Who else do you think is in here?" came the sarcastic reply. Before Arthur could respond with an insult, light was shed on the matter as the collapsed roof of the tent was lifted up. Arthur looked out at the scene before him. Helpful Knight and Traumatised Knight stood, arms raised as they held the fabric aloft to let them out. Next to them, Sal lay on the ground, expression sheepish as he looked at them.

"What happened?" Arthur asked angrily. The knights just looked at Sal in silence. "You! You are disgracing Camelot with your foolish actions! You don't deserve to bear its crest!" Sal cowered backwards. Arthur turned and stormed into the forest. Merlin looked to the knights apologetically. "Sorry. He just gets angry sometimes. I'll just err..." he said gesturing towards the woods before running after Arthur. He found Arthur standing among the trees, glaring into the surrounding forest. He laid a hand gently on Arthur's shoulder and felt him relax at the touch.

"Don't be angry at them. They just haven't done this before," Merlin said quietly.

"Well they must have some training to keep them from messing everything up."

"Well, to be honest, you do only train with your few knights of the round table. I bet you don't even know the names of the knights you brought with us today."

"Yes I do!"

"Go on then."

"Ummm. Sal!"

"And the others?"

"Errr... Psychotic Knight?"

"You can't just make up your own names for them!" Merlin laughed.

"I'm King. I can do whatever I want!" Merlin rolled his eyes and they smiled fondly at each other. Merlin was glad that the darkness hid the blush heating his face as he stared at Arthurs smile; the one that he saves just for him.

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