Sorry if it seems Mary-Sueish, I'm not sure what exactly about it is, but I promise it'll get better.


Title: Life can change in a moment.


Rating: R could go higher, probably won't go much lower

Pairings: Arthur + Morgan + Lancelot

Galahad + Callisto

Gawain + Ragnall

Tristran + Isolde

Bors + Vanora

Dagonet + Fulcina

Summary: Four friends get pulled back in time.


Chapter 3: Going home?


"I don't like him, that roman. If he's here to discharge us, why doesn't he just give us our papers?"

"Is this your happy face?" Gawain laughed. Galahad grinned. "Galahad, do you still not know the Romans? They can't scratch their asses without holding a ceremony."

"Why don't you just kill 'em and then discharge yourself after?" Bors asked.

Morgan rolled her eyes.

"He better not!" Isolde muttered.

"I don't kill for pleasure. Unlike some." Galahad tossed a dirty glance Tristran's way.

"You should try it someday; you might get a taste for it." Tristran smirked. Gawain laughed.

Isolde tossed a disgusted look Tristran's way, the man sent shivers up her spine.

Callisto gave a sadistic grin.

"It's a part of you. It's in yer blood." Bors explained.

"Nno-no." Galahad laughed, "No! As of tomorrow, this was all just a bad memory."

"That's the dream." Callisto muttered.

"Ohhh…" Bors mouthed.

"I've often thought what going home would mean after all this. What will I do? It's different for Galahad. I have been in this life longer then the other. So much for home – it's not so clear in my memory." Gawain sighed.

"Speak for yerself – its cold back there. Everyone I know is dead and buried. Besides, I have, I think, a dozen children." Bors added.

"Eleven." Gawain corrected. Bors gave him a look.

"Doesn't even know how many kids he's got." Isolde frowned.

"You've all seen the movie why is this surprising you?" Morgan sighed.

"You listen, when the Romans leave here, we'll have the run of this place. I'll be, governor of y own village, and Dagonet will be my personal guard and royal arse-kisser, won't you, Dag!" Dagonet ignored him.

"First thing I will do when I get home is to find myself a beautiful Sarmatian woman to wed."

Ragnall snorted in disgust.

"A beautiful Sarmatian woman? Why do you think we left in the first place?" Gawain snorted as Bors mooed. The others laughed. "What about you, Lancelot? What are your plans for home?"

"Well if this woman of Gawain's is as beautiful as he claims, I except to be spending a lot of time at Gawain's house. His wife will welcome the company." Lancelot grinned.

"I see. And what will I be doing?" Gawain asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Wondering at your good fortune that all your children look like me." Lancelot answered without missing a beat, Bors laughed.

"Is that before or after I hit you with my axe?" Gawain muttered. Tristran called his hawk and it landed on his outstretched arm.

"Where you been now? Where you been?"

"Oh. My. God. Can they get any more obnoxious?" Ragnall gaped.

"Yes." Morgan answered with a straight face, Ragnall glared at her.

"I can't believe I thought they were the same knights from the legend." Isolde muttered.

"Apparently chivalry died, long, long ago." Callisto commented under her breath and the four glowered at the knights for the rest of the ride.

Lancelot caught up to Arthur. "What will you do, Arthur, when you return to your beloved Rome?"

"Gives thanks to God that I lived to see it." Arthur smiled.

"You and your god." Lancelot shook his head. "You disturb me."

"I want peace Lancelot." Arthur sighed. "I've had enough. You should visit me."

"Ha." Lancelot looked away.

"It's a magnificent place, Rome." Arthur gave him a Lancelot a rare smile. "Ordered, civilized, advanced-"

"A breeding ground of arrogant fools?" Lancelot interrupted.

"The greatest minds of all the land have come together in one sacred place to help make mankind free." Arthur was smiling.

"And the women?" they laughed.

By the time they got to the wall Isolde was a bundle of nerves because of Tristran, Ragnall and Gawain were about to jump each other's bones, Galahad was wound so tightly because of Callisto that Arthur thought he could snap any minute, and Morgan was seconds away from killing Lancelot, who seemed to find the whole thing ridiculously amusing. Arthur wondered how long it would be before he had to find another second and mental started listing pros and cons of each of the other knights.

The conversation among the knights on the way back to the wall had been…rather interesting, mostly because the girls had glared when ever the knights said something about women and Arthur was pretty sure the only knight they thought was halfway decent was Dagonet and only because he hadn't said anything at all.

When they arrived, Jols cast them one strange look and then acted as if it was a normal occurrence for four girls to come back with the nights in strange cloths, rather towels as Isolde had called them, with strange items they refused to leave behind. He simply nodded at Arthur's explanation and led them to the baths as Arthur thanked god for him as he attended to the bishop and his knight's freedom. The girls looked over their shoulders but followed Jols carrying their bags.

They stared at the giant roman baths. "Wow…." Isolde trailed off.

"These are the private baths of the roman commanders." He explained.

"Oohhh."

"Do you require anything else?"

"No thanks."

"Hey, where are Arthur and the others?"

"They are washing elsewhere and then they must meet with the bishop in the roundtable room."

"Are we meeting them there?" Morgan asked.

"No, Arthur will send for you when he is ready." They frowned.

"What do you mean he'll 'send' for us when 'he's' ready?" Morgan snapped.

"The knights are about to get their discharge papers, it is a private meeting, but Arthur will see you as soon as it's over." Morgan twitched, but Jols walked out before she could say anything.

Morgan muttered then growled. "We're going to that meeting."

Later that night as Arthur and the knights meet with the bishop

Morgan stormed right up to the door and was flung the door open with enough force to have it bounce back off the wall. The room's occupants looked like a bomb had gone off, in their time, in front of them. Galahad was halfway to the floor from slipping off his chair in shock; Tristran was wide eyed and had a knife out ready to throw, Gawain had choked on his wine and was currently beating his chest, Lancelot had dropped his glass and looked like someone had told him he wasn't actually that handsome, the bishop looked like he'd had a heart attack, Horton was dangerously close to fainting, and Bors and Dagonet looked like they were ready to lunge. Arthur didn't look surprised at all.

"What is the meaning of this?" the bishop demanded.

"Morgan, Isolde, Ragnall, Callisto." Arthur nodded to them with a small smile on his lips; he looked slightly amused by the situation.

"Hun?" Morgan looked at the bishop with a confused look on her face.

"Who are you?"

"I'm me, who are you?" Morgan returned, Ragnall snickered. The bishop looked confused.

"Arthorius?" Germanius turned to him.

"They are my guests, Bishop, allies of Rome." Arthur explained and waved for the girls to sit down, they sat down two on either side of him, Ragnall and Isolde on one side, Morgan and Callisto on the other. The bishop frowned but at Arthur's indulgent smile at the four, let the subject drop.

The girls watched with a growing sense of dread as they predicted every word that came out of the mouths of Arthur, his knights, and Germanius. The expressions on the knight's faces when the bishop opened the box tore at their hearts and when Germanius asked to speak to Arthur alone they felt them drop to the floor, but didn't interfere. The knights paused but left when Lancelot lead them out.

Morgan cocked her head to the side as Arthur leaned down and spoke quietly in her ear. She frowned but nodded and motioned to the other girls; they stood and left, closing the door quietly behind them.

They had given Arthur the trump card, telling him everything they knew was going to happen. How he used that was his choice, although they had advised him strongly on what they thought he should do, very strongly and eventually he'd thrown them out of his room laughing. They got the feeling he didn't do that very often.

"What did Arthur say?" Isolde asked as Morgan guided them quickly back to their rooms.

"We're going to cheer up the knights." Morgan ignored the question or answered, they could never tell with her. "Now go put on lingerie!" She cheerfully shoved them into their rooms before they could react.

Ragnall pulled out her favorite white Victoria's Secret stretch lace halter top that hugged her curves then flared out for about two inches and a jean skirt that hugged her hips with a slit up to her mid thigh that was lined with matching lace. The white clashed with her golden skin and Ragnall grinned, no man ever said no when she wore it. She lined her eyes with black eye liner in the style of ancient Egypt, she done a shoot once were they used the style and she loved it. Golden eye shadow and lipstick and shimmering body spray. She checked her self over in the mirror Arthur had had placed in her room and then grabbed her gold six inch stilettos and headed out the door.

Callisto randomly grabbed one of the teddies Ragnall had made her buy the last time they were at Victoria's Secret, it was a black lace micro-chemise that clung to her figure halfway down her thighs and was long sleeved top that was off the shoulder in a sailors cut and flared at the wrists. She pulled on a pair of low, very low rise jeans and a high heeled strapy sandals. She debated for a moment over make up and decided she might as well do it herself because Ragnall would just do it for her if she didn't put it on. She decided on a smoky look with dark eyeliner and grey eye shadow and pouty red lips.

Isolde bit her lip as she looked herself over in the mirror. She was wearing Victoria Secret's Ecstasies ribbon corset in black and white, which had capped sleeves and frilly lace at the bottom. The black clashed with her fair Irish skin and made her red hair stand out even more. She had pulled on a jean skirt that clung to her hips then flared out mermaid style and black leather knee high boots that showed through the mid hip high slit in the front of the skirt. She'd gone with dark green almost black eyeliner and a just barely lighter shadow and a simple gloss on her full lips. She sighed and turned her brow furrowed; sometimes she wished she had Morgan or Ragnall's more sporty figures. With one last glance over her shoulder she headed out the door.
Morgan grinned wickedly at her reflection. She was wearing the racy Victoria's Secret's new Very Sexy lace halter. The white halter was like a second skin and the v extended all the way down past her belly button showing off her belly button piercing, a silver sun. The color almost matched her skin and clashed with her hair. She chose a simple pair of ripped blue jeans and Jimmy Choo black high heels with dangly sun charms. She'd picked her favorite color for eye shadow and lip stick. Metallic blood red eye shadow, with slightly lighter liner, and shimmering, shiny blood red lips. She smirked at her reflection and danced out the door.

She walked fast down the hallway, nodding to the guards who stared after her. She was so caught up in her thinking that she nearly tripped over Isolde, who was crouched in the shadows her arms crossed and her head resting on them.

"Whoa what the fuck!" she stumbled but caught herself before doing a face plant. "What the hell are you doing?" Morgan's temper sparked.

Isolde looked up her eyes red. "It just hit me that this is really happening." She said quietly.

"She's right." Ragnall agreed her voice coming out of the shadows to Morgan's left. Morgan turned and saw Callisto was standing next to her.

"Are we ever going to get home?" Isolde asked her eyes wide.

Morgan, ever the kind one, just shrugged her shoulders. "Who knows? For all we know it could be a one nighter or a lifetime."

"She's right; it's all really up to chance." Callisto agreed.

"Aright, so what about everyone we left back there? You guys might not have had anyone serious but I had a fiancé." Isolde growled.

"Yeah, well he's not much of a loss." Morgan stated.

Few minutes later

"YOU BITCH!" The knights all turned at the sound of Isolde's voice. They had been on their way to the tavern when the yelling started.

"What the hell?" Galahad muttered.

Suddenly Morgan came around a corner at full speed, laughing, behind her Isolde was yelling at her. Ragnall and Isolde followed at a walk, not looking very surprised at what was happening.

"What's going on?" Gawain asked. Ragnall shook her head as Morgan darted behind the knights still laughing. Isolde grabbed an apple from a nearby basket and threw it hard at Morgan.

"Oh shit!" Morgan ducked and the apple hit Tristran square in the forehead.

Everyone froze.

Galahad, Gawain, and Lancelot's jaws dropped. Bors coughed to hide a laugh, and Dagonet just raised an eyebrow.

Morgan stared and then started laughing.

Isolde gasped, her hands flying to her mouth.

Ragnall and Callisto backed up so fast they tripped over a bench.

Tristran didn't move at first, then reached up and touch his forehead. His eyes hardened and he turned them on Isolde.


…diwedd….

The script was courtesy of Fallen Knights.