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Three weeks had passed since their quiet night out at the crash sight and her emotional confession. Lancelot had been plucked away the very next day. Some new mission to some new place for something. Why the blanks? Because nobody would tell her anything. Apparently, it's none of her business.

Once fully recovered however she was tasked with lessons again, only this time with some other knight and none of the annoying yet somehow charming conversation.

To her surprise, Lancelot wrote to her of his travels. She was only allowed to write back once he made it to his destination and boy were her letters full. Doodles, jokes and stories told around fires filled the pages as they corresponded over the additional few weeks it took for his mission to succeed. His most recent letter said nothing of when he would return but he did say he had something of importance to discuss with her that should only be spoken of in person.

Amelia found herself tucked away on a bench in the garden, hiding away from her lessons but troubled with her jumble of thoughts. She couldn't even begin to unravel and process them much less focus on learning how to better defend herself or ride a horse.

That's where Guinevere found her, plucking away at a bright colored flowers delicate petals. "If you keep going at this rate my garden will be bare but perhaps then your mind will be clear."

Amelia jumped, sighed and released the now destroyed flower from her grasp. It floated to the ground, landing in the pile of petals she made from other flowers before. "I'm so sorry, Gwen. I didn't mean any harm. I only wanted to think.."

Nodding Guinevere took the spot next to Amelia on the bench. "Not a problem. Its more than obvious what's troubling you. You miss him."

Amelia frowned, "But-"

"In this moment an excuse is not needed. With everything you've gone through.. Let me assure you.. It is perfectly normal to care for someone new." Guinevere smiled. "You truly have feelings for him, don't you?"

Amelia nodded, "I do. But that's.. Impossible, right?"

Guinevere chuckled, "Why would it be impossible?"

"Because I'm not from around here and you all are.. Knights, Kings and Queens.. You ride horses and fight great battles." Her eyes started to fill with tears. "What if I suddenly disappear and go back to my time? What if I can't come back? What if we start something? What then?"

"Then we enjoy it for as long as we can."

Both women turned to the new yet familiar voice that entered the garden. Amelia stood and launched herself at Lancelot who just barely caught her. Grinning he pushed a stray lock of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear to better see her. "You missed me, eh?" His grin turned into a soft smile as he tightened his arms around her. "I must say.. This is by far the best welcome home I've ever had."

Instead of replying Amelia kissed Lancelot. For being a Knight of the round table - his lips were incredibly soft. And with that thought came the realization that she was kissing Lancelot but he wasn't kissing her back. As she tried to pull away his arms pulled her in, pressing her tightly against his chest as his lips seemed to finally get over their shock. The Knight took control of the kiss, capturing her lips with such an intensity she felt as if she could float right off the ground had he not been holding her. Her hands threading themselves into his hair seemed to spur him on further because the next thing Amelia knew she was lifted up and carried to a bench and placed in his lap. This is when he finally broke their kiss, leaning their foreheads together Amelia took a moment to get her bearings back.

Lancelot chuckled, when he spoke, he was a bit short of breath. "I take back my words from before. This.. that kiss.. This here is the best welcome home I have ever had." Amelia glanced up into his eyes, a lopsided grin on his face drew a smile to her own as well. "It was, wasn't it?" Suddenly she gasped, finally remembering who she had been talking to before Lancelot's return and who was no longer in the garden with them. "Oh my giddy up.. The Queen just saw all of that didn't she?" Her face turned a bright red as she buried her face in his neck, embarrassed.

Lancelot laughed, the sound came from deep within his belly and reverberated into and throughout her very soul. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, I'm sure she's seen worse. Hey.." He lifted her head up, his hand a gentle caress beneath her chin, his thumb stroking softly along her bottom lip which was now swollen from his kiss. "..It's alright. I'm sure she expected no less. I'm not sure about you, but I feel as if that kiss was a long time coming now, eh?" He kissed her once more, softer. Like he was taking his time. Only this time when he pulled away he also placed a quick peck on her nose.

"Now.. about this disappearing nonsense. You shouldn't bother yourself with thinking about it. If.. if it ever happened, well you'll be safe in your proper time won't you? And I.." He sighed, looking her over as they sat there totally wrapped up in one another. "..I shall think of you every single day for the rest of my life. Hoping you're thinking of me too."

"Every moment, of every second of every day." She promised. She didn't even know she was crying until Lancelot brushed the tears away with his fingers and then his lips.

"You are not going anywhere, Amelia. You're staying here, with me." She couldn't form the words so she nodded instead, burying her face back into the crook of his neck as his arms tightened their hold around her.

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