Be My Friend

Lancelot's POV

I'm dying.

I'm lying on a battlefield of my choosing and I'm dying.

I think I'm in denial. As much as I went on about it, as much as I spoke of finding my own damned battle... well, now its actually happening.

Part of me wants to scream that I'm not ready, but I suppose there's no better time. I rescued the damsel in distress (Arthur would be so proud), the enemy is slain...and there's really nothing left to do anymore.

I can feel the life pouring out of me as I fall to the ground.

Arthur...

My fingers twitch slightly, I have no control over them.

Everything is starting to go black and a million "what if's" run through my head.

What if we'd been stationed somewhere else? Africa could have been nice. A bit warm, but no rain...a different commander...

What if I'd just told him?

I long for him to come to my side. It would be so much easier to die if I could just say goodbye to him, tell him that I saved Guinevere for him, and finally tell him that I love him.

It'd be easier to say it now that I'm not long for this world.

I wonder idly if I'll come back as a good war horse. A nice black stallion...

I'm willing him to come to me, but the battling crowd shifts just enough for me to catch a last glance of him running towards Cerdic.

"Arthur..."

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I'm cold and wet and completely confused.

My eyes pop open and I manage a very unmanly flailing of limbs. A soft whicker comes from beside me, and a horse nudges me gently until I'm on four wobbly feet.

A horse. A horse?!

After several seconds of cunning deductions and other deep thoughts, I come to the conclusion that I am a horse. A pleased noise comes out of me that almost sounds like a neigh. I glance down at myself and frown...or at least I would frown if I had proper lips.

I'm white. I guess being born an intimidating black was out of the question. I give a shrug (which topples me over once again). Arthur always did like white stallions. I'm not sure I'm all too fond of the idea of carrying his lazy arse around (goodness, but being reborn does put one in good spirits), but I suppose I can sacrifice a little dignity for our friendship. Of course I'll give him hell every minute. I'd hate for him to forget his first knight.

A/N: Sorry, guys. But as much as I like to bend roles in movies and introduce weird love triangles, I told myself at the beginning that I wouldn't save any lives. I mean, really. I've built up so much angst, it'd be a shame if I just let everyone live at this point. Heads had to roll! (Haha, I always wanted to say that.)