Summary: With dorochas everywhere, Lancelot decides that it's up to him to save the day. Tag to The darkest hour.
A/N: Just something that annoyed/amused me for some time, so I decided to share it with you guys! It's short. It's stupid. And I just couldn't resist.
Chapter 36: A smart Lancelot
"For the tear to be created, it would have required a blood sacrifice. To seal it, will require another."
"Hey, Merlin," Lancelot called over his shoulder. "We are down to our last two torches, and while I'm sure the Vilia would be honoured to heal you again, I'd rather not make the trip. Can't you use magic to find Arthur and the others?"
"Way ahead of you," Merlin said as his eyes turned back to blue. "This way."
"Wait."
Merlin gave him a quizzical look.
"How about I go in alone, all sombre and stuff so that they think you snuffed it?"
Merlin couldn't stop the smile spreading on his face.
Lancelot stopped in front of the veil. He pulled out a dagger and made a slit across his palm, letting the blood pool there before flinging it at the veil, then he walked back to Merlin and patted him on the shoulder while the veil closed behind him.
"Imagine if one of us had been stupid enough to go through it, eh?"