Summary: reincarnation! Fic. Jenny Smith is watching the CRC practise while hoping her best mate Martin won't get hurt.
Pairings: a little Arthur/Gwen and lots of implied Knights on Knights action.
Jenny Smith was standing on a muddy field freezing to death.
On any other day she would refuse out right to be standing there in her new shoes with nothing but her thin coat to keep her warm but this wasn't any other day. Her brother and his dickhead friend had managed to persuade her best friend in the whole world Martin into playing Rugby with them.
Why Martin felt the need to play with those morons she had no idea but one look at his pleadingly puppy blue eyes and she had to be there to support him. He had no idea how brutal and vicious Rugby can be!
Camelot's Rugby Club was an amateur local club created solely for the business tycoon's son's pleasure. Artie Pendragon (also known as A. Pendick amongst others) loved sports and was on every team available in their town but really wanted to play Rugby. The team was lacking the right numbers right now only consisting of Artie, Jenny's brother Elliot, Leo, Percy, Lance, Wayne, and now Martin. It was a good thing they don't play against anyone or they would end up dead the lot of them! Well not Percy; Percy had a body of an ox and over towered everyone in the club.
Martin came out in full Rugby gear and grinned at Jenny when he saw her while giving her the thumbs up to show he was all right.
"Martin," Artie sneered, "what on earth are you wearing?"
"Rugby gear!"Martin snapped defensively, "Uncle Guy brought it for me. Said if I didn't wear it I would definitely get a concussion."
"Only wimps wear protective gear," Artie snorted, "right guys?"
Percy, Elliot, and Leo quickly agreed while Lance looked rather uncomfortable and Wayne shot Artie a dirty look. "You can talk princess," he sneered before wrapping an arm round Martin. "Marty has right to protect himself from you Pendick."
Jenny rolled her eyes. Wayne pretends to hate Artie for his wealth and arrogance but really he can't help but like him. No one disliked Artie really...well his stepsister did but that was a different story.
"Just play or I'll have you off the team," Artie barked.
Leo, always the peacekeeper, threw the rugby ball at Martin. It went straight into his gut and Jenny winced as her best friend doubled over and groaned.
"Get him," Artie said in a deadly quiet voice.
Martin let out a high pitched shriek before running as fast as he could across the pitch as the boys chased after him. Jenny grimaced and wondered why anyone will want to watch a group of idiots tackling one another. The boys were now in a dog pile fighting over the ball, just as Martin managed to crawl out from under the boys Wayne jumped on him and suddenly rubbed his face into Merlin's bottom.
Jenny's mouth dropped open and then suddenly she remembered.
She was Queen Guinevere of Camelot and over there was her husband, best friend Merlin, and her knights.
She sighed loudly, "a thousand years later and they still haven't grown up," she muttered.
