Disclaimer: I do not own King Arthur in any way. I do, however, own the OC and the plot.

Plot:TristanxOC, GalahadxOC. Sixteen years after Arthur's knights have been allowed to go home; Tristan and Ghost have had a baby girl. When the knights are called back for duty to Rome, what happens when they find they have someone following them?

Tristan walks towards the stables, dark eyes peering through the darkness of before sunrise. He walks into the sables to see that all of the knights are already there, and their horses-including his-are already saddled. He stands there, confused, when Arthur walks towards him.

"Good morning, Tristan. Are you ready?" Tristan nods his head, and then swiftly mounts his stallion. Taking this as a yes, Arthur stalks back towards his horse and mounts it. This action is followed by all of the knights, and they follow Arthur out of the stable and out of the town. The ride past Saira, who smiles sadly as she watches her father leave her. The knights ride hard for a good league or so, and then they slow to a walk. As they sway with the pace of the horses, Gawain reins his horse in beside Tristan.

"How's it going for you, brother?" Tristan looks at him with an unreadable expression, hiding behind his hair. He looks up at the sky in expectance, and notices a hawk circling above them. Keeping his hands on the reins, he points to the sky with one finger, leaning into Gawain.

"I let the bastard go, but he won't stop following me." Gawain smiles up at the sky, blocking the sun out of his gaze with one of his hands.

"Sound just like us to Rome, doesn't it?" Tristan nods his head, and falls back into silence. They all ride in relative silence, with Lancelot making fun of Bors randomly to break the silence, followed by Bors' heated retort. As they ride, even Lancelot and Bors fall into silence, just as the sun rises high into the sky. Dagonet looks towards Tristan, almost apologizing before words are even said.

"Tristan, may I ask you how Ghost died?" Tristan visibly pales at the large man's words, and he rides ahead to Arthur's side.

"I'm scouting ahead." He kicks his horses' flanks, and the knights all look at each other, questioning. They ride for almost an hour before they see Tristan again, and he is sitting atop his horse with a confused expression. Gawain rides up next to him, a small smile on his face.

"What's wrong, Tristan?" Tristan looks up at him, surprised, almost as if he had not heard them come upon him. Lancelot looks towards Arthur, worried, since Tristan had never been caught off guard before. Tristan looks towards Arthur, still confused.

"We're being followed, Arthur. But…" he looks down towards the road on which they had come, "this person has gone in front of us, trailed back, and destroyed all evidence of being there."

Arthur nods his head, and they all draw their swords. As they do so, a horse wanders out of the bushes, its saddle bare. All of the knights watch the horse as it meanders by them, and Galahad gives a small laugh. He puts his sword back, and looks at Tristan, silently mocking him. Tristan walks his horse up towards the man-less horse, and he hits its backside with the flat of his sword. The horse whinnies and takes off at a dead run. As it does so, something falls off of the side of it, tumbling in the ground. As the dust settles, the thing is shown to be a person wrapped in a wool cloak. With the tip of his sword, Tristan tips the hood of the cloak back, to reveal his daughter, Saira. He rolls his eyes skyward, and sheaths his sword, dismounting his stallion.

"For the love of the Gods…" He bends down, making Saira stand up beside him, and then he starts to dust her off. Arthur and the rest of the knights all sheath their swords as well, and Gawain laughs at the predicament. Tristan just shakes his head, and looks pointedly at Saira. She sighs, rolling her eyes.

"You have taught me everything a father would teach his son. Why should I stay behind to be called after by stupid, dewy-eyed boys? To be chained to a stove? To be a weak, stupid girl? I would rather this." Tristan stares at her for a few moments, just as the rest of the knights try desperately not to laugh. Then Tristan cracks a smile, and pats her head. He walks over to her mare, the one who had run away as he hit it. Taking its reins, he apologizes to it, stroking its nose. As he brings it back, Saira mounts it. They all start to ride at an easy walk once more, and Galahad reins in beside Saira. He throws her a boyish smile, and she smirks back.

"My name is Galahad." He extends a hand, to which she takes. They speak for a while, and he makes her laugh a few times. Behind them, Tristan and Gawain are riding. Tristan looks at Gawain, and shakes his head.

"One minuet." As Gawain nods his head, Tristan maneuvers his horse in between Galahad and Saira, glaring at Galahad and causing him to ride to the back of the group. He then turns his horse and rides back to Gawain, just as Lancelot tries to pull up in front. Tristan places a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Not a chance." Lancelot looks at him, and then bursts out laughing He is soon joined in by the rest of the knights, and even Tristan smirks. It, all in all, was a good start to the day.

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~ xoxo, Ryuu