Series: 23 for 23
Title: Twenty: Dead and Buried
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: I own the World Walker, Joss owns BtVS, Bruckheimer & Co. owns KA.
Spoilers: Series, Movie, & up to the latest bit of Sarmatian Ladies.
Series Summary: Twenty-three stories and crossings of worlds (read: insanity) to celebrate twenty-three years.
Part Summary: Vi & 'Galahad' have a 'private moment' in the kitchen.
Words: 456
A/N: First quote comes from the fourth into, second comes from Glamorous Life by Eden's Crush. These last four didn't have requests. They seemed to be just general ideas I scribbled down at the time (technically two, but whatevs.)

23 for 23
Twenty: Dead and Buried

The World shifted slightly to the left and it had nothing to do with the copious amount of liquor involved at all.

She said 'I need a man's man, baby, diamonds and furs. Love would only go to my head.'

Vi couldn't help but to glance over at the room Dawn had been closeted in since they'd brought Dagonet home. She couldn't believe that Dawn had been lucky enough to find her beloved again. Vi's head jerked up as that thought crossed her mind. Where had that come from?

"Couldn't sleep?"

Vi jumped as Garrett set a hand on her shoulder. She managed to school her instincts for the first time in days and didn't deck him. Would the ex-knight ever not set her nerves on edge? Cause this was getting old really, really fast.

"With everything that's gone down, how can anyone?" Vi shrugged, glancing out the window.

"It's been a day, hasn't it?" Garrett gave her one of those cute little smiles. Dammit! Annoying not cute. Nothing about Garrett was cute.

"You can say that again."

Vi wouldn't be the first to make eye contact. Because she'd be giving in, and she hadn't done that in a long time. It seemed like a lifetime, and maybe it was. Maybe those dreams were more than dreams.

"Do you dream of it?" Garrett asked quietly.

"Dream of what?" She was not admitting to anything if he wasn't. Because it would hurt too much to think of that.

"Do you dream about the day you gutted me?"

Vi glanced away, not able to own up to those nightmares. She'd done it to protect her sister-in-arms, and she'd regretted it the moment she watched the light slip from his eyes. But she couldn't deny that she'd done that in some past life gone horribly wrong. She had slain a knight of legend. She'd done it for what she'd thought was a noble reason. She hadn't know that she was deadly wrong.

"Do you dream about killing her?" Vi turned back to him, her eyes unwavering as she spoke.

"No."

"I dream in spurts of ugly, mischievous times, Galahad. I dream of girls torn apart by grief and anguish. And the only way I knew how to make that stop was to keep them from being hurt further. Even if I was in the wrong, I couldn't let any more pain come to my sisters."

She turned away, pausing near Dagonet's doorway, to listen to Dawn's quiet murmurs to the love of her life. Once, in her past, she'd wanted to have a mate to whisper to. Part of her wished that it was the man behind her she could be that mate. And then her sister had died, and she'd felt a need to avenge those hurts.

"Gawain and I didn't slay Isolde, Viviane, " Garrett stood behind her now, his hand gently on her shoulder.

"I know that now," Vi whispered brokenly. "Elaine and Mordred did that."