Returning to Her Arms

-Santana-

'What you have done with these people is evil. You treat them like slaves, beneath you. You disgust me.' I spat at the ex-King incarcerated before me. By orders of King Arthur we were to arrest Jesse St James and return him to Camelot along with us. We were currently awaiting transport.

'I have done nothing of the sort, they deserve this treatment. They are beneath us all. All except you. Dirty stinking spiggot.' He growled at me as he sat in the corner of his cell. Everyones eyes grew wide at the racist jibe towards me.

'Excuse me?' I asked feeling the familar bubble of anger grow within me.

'You heard me whore. You're a spiggot, a dirty rotting flip latrino' he replied bitterly, obviously using up his vocabulary. I felt strong arms pull me back and out of the dungeons before I went inside the cell and door tore that racist hijo de puta miembro a miembro. I started cursing in both Spanish and English as Sam and Karofsky pulled me out kicking and screaming. How fucking dare he. Rory looked terrified and he backed away from everything.

I could hear Puck giving him a piece of both his mind and fists so I calmed down a little. In all my 17 years never have I felt so disgusted with a human being. I had been called many horrible things, but to comment on my latina heritage, which I had no choice over? Made me sick to my stomach, I was furious, when we first arrived at Adrenalide we saw the poor condition of the town, his taxes were so impossibly high that everyone was starving and close to death. He sent his guards to harm anyone who dared step out of line. He used the women and beat the men, the children were forced into slavery for him and sold to others from the Rogue Territories. No one speaks to the Rogue Territories as it is considered one of the highest forms of treason to all the Kingdoms.

That and your relationship with Brittany.

Shut it. I told myself.

I had been trying my hardest to not think of Brittany. She was what I was fighting for, but I could not allow myself to get distracted by thoughts of her. It did not stop it. Every night as I curled up against a tree or under the cover of a bush to rest, my thoughts were immediately swamped with her. Nothing but her. How I missed her. That is when I would find myself awake and writing her letters. I could not send them, it was far to risky, if anyone had read them and discovered our secret, I am sure it would not bode well. I hope he had not touched her.

Soon we heard the familiar clip-clop of horses hooves and we were greeted by Matthew, one of the Kings guards from Lothian.

'Good Morrow, Sire.' He said bowing to me.

'Good Morrow. Are you here for King Jesse?' I asked him glancing behind me at Karofsky and Sam, who were shifting nervously, waiting for me to lose my temper again.

'Aye, is he inside?' I nodded and gestured for Sam to collect him. 'So it is true...' He started looking scared of being around me.

'What is true?' I questioned glancing at him curiously.

'That the brave and noble Sir Lancelot is a woman. It is an honour to meet you.' He smiled.

I scowled. 'I am sure it is.' I glared at Karofsky who quickly engaged in a conversation with Matthew about what it was like being a Kings Guard.

A short while later Sam and Puck were dragging a half concious Jesse to the back of the cart. I rallied the Knights and our army and we started the long trek back to Camelot. The only thing I could think of was that I was returning to her arms.

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Dearest Santana,

My greatest fears have been realised. I am pregnant with Arthurs child. Beiste confirmed it this morning. I do not know what I am to do. Arthur is most pleased, he has declared that we will call our son Galahad. He will not accept that it may be a girl. What if it is a daughter? She cannot be the heir to Camelot. He will be most upset. Or what if I lose the child? I miss you ever so much, I cannot bear to be apart from you so long. I was so excited when the messenger arrived saying that you were to be returning home, I could hardly contain my excitement. I have done what you asked my love. I told Elizabeth, not only about Arthur but also... about us. I hope you will not be mad but she had guessed that there was something between us and so I had to be truthful with her. I cannot wait until you have come back to me, I will be waiting with open arms.

All my love,

Brittany.

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-Quinn-

I threw the book across the room. This was useless for god sake. I had spent these past months searching through every damn spell book in my possesion as well as a few I was able to steal from that damn Asian Merlin? Mike? Whatever his damned name was. I could not find the potion, it was rather basic, my grandmother had made it with me many times when I was younger, she said it was the reason she was so successful. It was a potion that twisted the minds of those who drank it, it made them do things out of character, it was exactly what I needed to bring down King Arthur and Camelot. But Mordred.

Damn Mordred Puckerman. I have been receiving his letters often, one every few weeks with updates on my darling Sanny. I missed her so. But his letters were so risky, he often spoke about how we poisoned King Uther. If any of the guards had read it then they would have my head!

And as for this 'Brittany', who my love keeps writing to... I am confused. The name is familiar, but I cannot put a face to the name. It is frustrating me even further. How dare Sanny think she can cheat on me. She is mine! And not only that but she flirts with every maiden in the land that so much as gives her a sideways glance. She is mine. I have been watching and wating now. But my patience is wearing thin. I need that potion. And I need it now.

I glanced around Beistes study one last time. Past the human skeletons, the bookshelves that covered the wall. On top pf the fireplace there were old beakers, filled with different coloured liquids, some were bubbling and steaming. They were all medicinal, but if I did not know better I might mistake her to be training as a powerful witch or warlock. I continued looking around, hoping for anything at all that could possibly aide me in my plan. Then I saw it.

The scroll.

It was sticking out of the bookshelf at an odd angle. I rushed over to it and pulled it out, scannign the paper rapidly. Yes. It was exacty what I was looking for. I internally cheered and hurried away so that I was not caught snooping around.

Finally. I have found it. When Mordred returns he can aquire the ingredients I need and then I can finally continue with my plan. Camelot and Santana were going to be mine!

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A/N Hello all. Would you want me to write smut or just imply it? I'm cool either way that's why it's T/M in the summary cos it's all up to you guys! Please review, the lack of reviews for last chapter made me sad :( Sorry for less Brittana but when San returns that shall change ;) Anyway I love you all and thanks for reading.

(bad spanish translations: tore that racist hijo de puta miembro a miembro - tore that racist son of a bitch limb from limb)

Gx

P.S I abhor racism so I apologise for Jesses little outburst.