Summary: Tristan vows to find Galahad in their next life. Hannibal has to live up to that promise.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Hannibal or King Arthur

Rating: T+

Pairing: Tristan/Galahad Hannibal/Will

A/N: Each chapter is short.

MIRRORING THE PAST:

HADRIAN'S WALL

942 AD

Tristan packed a loaf of bed, a few apples, some dried meat, more pre-made poultice bandages, and some wine skins of water into a satchel. While Galahad slept for as long as Tristan could let him, he retrieved daggers from his trunk to tuck them into the hidden sheaths in his boot. Across his chest he settled his sword, the hilt at his right shoulder. They would have to be traveling light and fast. Feeling he'd prepared as well as he could, he went to Galahad's side. He rested his left hand over Galahad's heart, leaning in to coax his lover awake. "Galahad…" his young partner remained asleep. "Galahad, wake up." This time Tristan gently shook him. "Galahad." His tone was sharper this time.

Galahad woke at Tristan's voice. "What?" He slurred opening his eyes, blinking back the sleep. When he was able to see clearly in the dark, he saw Tristan's face, the worry etched into a normally placid façade. "Something's happened." He said draping is arm over Tristan's strong shoulder to help him sit up. The pain had returned to his chest, a great weight stealing his breath. "Tell me what."

Tristan had a moment where he could lie, where he could try and keep Galahad from worrying, but that would be a betrayal of the man he loved. "Arthur returned. They were attacked by Woads." Tristan bowed his head, his brow touching Galahad's. The fever had returned. "They didn't make it." He added honoring his oath to always tell Galahad the truth.

"Then I'm going to die." Galahad stated in disbelief. Many times in battle, they could have died. This was the first time he had to have the weight of that death weighing upon him.

"No." Tristan snarled. "I won't allow it. You are not allowed to die." Gathering his control he said, "I can get us there, but I need you, your talent of predicting their movements." They were already in hell, it would be made worse if Galahad was to die on this island. That was something Tristan refused to even think about life without Galahad.

"You know how using my gift makes me feel," Galahad mumbled, but his life was on line. "But I'll do it." Tristan alone understood the toll it took on him. Some days he didn't know if he was awake or dreaming. The last time he'd gone deep into his gift, Tristan had been the only to pull him out of it.

"Then we have to go. Right now." Tristan took Galahad's hand and pulled him out of bed pulling him into his arms. "While you were sleeping, I changed your bandage and the poultice. If I see you are about to fall into the darkness, I'll be there to pull you back from the edge."

Galahad wavered on his feet, his hand resting on Tristan's shoulder, and the tips of his fingers brushed the hilt of his sword. "Do I get a weapon?" He joked, coughing slightly. Tristan just glared at him. "Never mind."

Tristan knew Galahad was trying to take his mind off of the impending danger they were going into, the death Galahad was facing, and the disobedience he was committing against Arthur. That stung, but the thought of losing Galahad was a small price to pay for Tristan. Taking Galahad's arm, Tristan brought it across his shoulders and wrapped his right arm around Galahad's waist. "We'll get the horses and go from there."

Moving along the shadows, Galahad forced every fiber of his being to keep pace with Tristan. They had to watch and wait for the centurions to move. At this time of night, most of the people were in bed, all except those drunken few still howling and carrying on. Any sounds they made would be covered and they were close to the stables. They moved down the side street and finally there were in the stables. Tristan froze. Galahad looked up to see Lancelot.

"If you two are to leave, you might want to do it now through the main gate." Lancelot gently tugged the reigns bringing Tristan and Galahad's horse to them. "Dagonet, Bors, and Gawain are waiting." He informed them. If there was hope for Galahad, Tristan would get there and kill anyone who got in his way.

"You would defy Arthur?" Tristan asked staring the other man down. He didn't have the time to question Lancelot's motives Galahad was running out of time. Going to Galahad's horse, Tristan made sure he had his grip, and helped the younger man into the saddle.

Lancelot sighed, "I would spare him from what's to happen." He answered. "You'll have a half a day's head start." There was nothing more that he could do, "I made sure to slip something in Arthur's wine, just enough to ensure he will be out until midday."

"Thank you," Galahad said as Tristan swung up into the saddle of his horse. He forced his features it a mask of calm, the face of a brave knight to hide the fact he was truly afraid. His death was days away and he tried so hard to keep faith that he would survive.

Tristan nodded to Lancelot in gratitude before nudging his horse close to Galahad's. Their window for leaving was closing the longer they delayed. Without any more words spoken, they headed towards the main gate where the other knights waited to aide them in escape. Under the cover of night, Tristan and Galahad rode through the open main gate, and out into unseen danger.