I decided that I'm just going to upload 8 and 9, seeing as they are the last pre-written chapters that I have, so enjoy!!

Note: I named this chapter in French, because I've always loved the french language, very pretty! again, thanks to everyone who helped with this chapter :)

Disclaimer: Still do not own anything, boo.

What Heaven Is...

Chapter 8- "Quoi Qu'il Arrive"(Come What May)

Arthur looked to the other knights, each one nodding their head in turn before his gaze came to rest on the group.

"We will fight them and drive them back." he said.

It was at this point that Guinevere came into the meeting hall, obviously standing at the doors and overheard what had been discussed.

"Another war?" she asked coming over to Arthur and I.

She barely looked at me, but I could see the fading tear stains on her cheeks.

"When do we fight?" she asked.

"You don't," Arthur replied. "As my queen you are to remain safe, away from war."

"I can hold my own." she replied staring at Arthur with burning eyes.

"I know you can my dear, but I don't want to lose focus on my men if something should happen to you." Arthur placed his hands on her shoulder then looked at me.

"Lancelot, I want you to remain here with Guinevere, guard her."

I nearly fell over in shock, a protest coming on my lips but Arthur raised his hand up and laid it on my shoulder.

"I trust you Lancelot to guard that which I hold close to my heart. Even though I know you will miss the excitement of the battle, 'tis better that you remain here and watch after Guinevere." He smiled at me and the protest was still on the verge of my lips yet something prevented me from giving it.

My tongue held and I could only nod.

I stared at the grave sadly, the hawk feathers swayed in the wind. I watched them; knowing Tristan would want nothing else tied to his sword. I glanced at the grave of Dagonet, the box that had once held our deeds still lay on the mound.

"You both were so silent, yet the smartest of us all. I…we miss you, and soon I fear some of us will join you my brothers." I said softly.

"Do not say such things…"

I hadn't heard her footsteps approaching and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. I exhaled the breath I had sucked in and continued to stare at the graves.

"I'm afraid…" her words were soft.

I looked back to her and she came to my side. She had never been afraid; she was too strong for that.

"I'm afraid I've lost your love my dear knight."

My eyes dropped to the ground. This wasn't true was it?

"Guinevere…"

She cupped my face in her hand and traced my jaw line.

"I'm Queen, and a warrior. But there is no power like the one you hold on my heart." she whispered.

My knees were getting shaky from her touch.

"My brave knight, it seems I don't deserve you."

"Guinevere, do not…"

She put her finger on my lips to silence me.

"Do me but one last request…" she said.

"Anything…" I choked out.

She caressed my cheek softly, our bodies pressed together tightly and I felt my arms encircle her waist, and I pulled her closer in a strong embrace. The fire within my body burning hotly as she titled her head up and kissed me on the lips softly, our eyes locked and her arms went around my neck. I could feel my need for her rising and I fought against my will to give into this desire.

"We can't do this." I murmured against her lips.

She paid no attention to me and continued her actions. My mind screamed at me to stop, that I couldn't do this to Arthur, and I tried to make myself push, yet I found myself refusing to prevent her from pulling me to her, and to the ground. I knew I wanted her, and I couldn't stop myself from the actions that would follow.

You are in plain sight, you fool!

I pulled away once again and she stared at me with sad eyes. I fought against myself and I proceeded to get up. She pulled on my arm and I looked back down at her,

"I need you." she whispered.

I stopped and stared at her. Do not do it, don't give in…. I shoved my thoughts behind me as her eyes ate through my defenses. I leaned back at her and claimed her lips with mine eagerly.

I heard the footsteps first and pulled away, Guinevere jumped up and away from me as if I were poisonous.

"Did he fall over again in a drunken stupor?"

Bors appeared beside us and Guinevere laughed softly. Her eyes locked on mine and I tried to open my mouth to say something, but no words would come to me.

"Yes, I found him while coming to pay my respects…stumbled over him I did." she replied.

I smiled softly at her and let me gaze wander towards Bors.

"Aye…and I was sleeping so well." I replied, trying to sound as drunk as I possibly could.

Bors laughed and raised his clay pitcher up.

"Aye…" he replied as he took another swallow.

Guinevere sighed and turned away from him and re-fastened the top of her dress. She stared at me while she did this and I tried to contain myself. I sat up on my knees and glanced between the two of them.

"Arthur sent me to check on you." Bors said.

My gaze shifted to her at the mention of Arthur's name. She tensed for a moment before swallowing the lump in her throat, she looked down at me.

"Then I take my leave…goodnight my dear knights." she said.

"Aye, goodnight my lady." My voice caught in my throat.

I watched her leave, before turning back to Bors who was laughing at me with a penetrating gaze. I bowed my head and placed my forehead in my hand, I heard Bors come towards me and I felt him help me up.

"I know that you are not drunk." he said to me.

I locked gazes with him and he sighed and turned away from me.

"And do not think that I didn't see the actions that were playing out." he said.

I rolled my eyes skyward, cursing myself that I had let anything happen.

Do not lie to yourself; you were yearning for but just two moments with her.

"You were in a public place Lancelot! Ye gods…" Bors replied as he came near me.

I sighed and nodded in shame. Had I not just yelled at myself for that sheer fact? I looked at him and I could feel the guilt wash over me.

"But…fear not my brother, I wont tell a soul. For I know that she loves you deeply and if I were to tell it would break her heart beyond repair, and I haven't the heart to defy both my brother and my Queen."

I smiled and he patted me on the back a couple of times. I tensed myself for the blows and shot a soft smile in his direction.

"We ride to war tomorrow…" Bors said as the bottle left his lips again.

I nodded but remained silent; I wouldn't ride with my brothers for this. I wouldn't be able to feel the excitement of the battle, and if my brothers fell, I wouldn't be there to pick them up.

"I ride for you tomorrow Lancelot. I ride for you courage, ride for everything you've dealt with." Bors said as he looked at me, his gaze sobering slightly as he searched my face.

"Bors…" I felt my voice crack as I tried to hold back the tears.

Do not let him see you cry…you know you'd never hear the end of it.

I nodded and bowed my head slightly towards him in respect. I felt his arm go around my shoulders and he pulled me tightly to his body.

"We all ride for you."

I watched as the Knights prepared for the battle. I sat on the hay stack and sharpened my neglected blades. My eyes lifted slowly as I heard Arthur's voice entering the stables, I took a deep breath but didn't acknowledge him.

"Knights…"

Damn you for leaving me…

I looked up and sheathed my swords. Arthur was staring at me, but not speaking towards me.

"We ride to battle shortly, and I just wanted to say that it will be an honor fighting beside you once more."

I jumped off my perch and started to walk past all of them, saying my various goodbyes, everyone called after me and I stepped out into the sunlight. I heard Arthur call out to me and I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Lancelot, I want you to know that I will miss you today as we ride." Arthur said.

I smirked and let my gaze wander around the encampment. This is folly, why should I be left here to protect Guinevere? I felt my breath catch at the thought of her.

"Must we speak on this matter at the moment?" I asked.

Arthur's eyes appeared sad a weary as he looked at me.

"Do not hold my decision against me, Lancelot." he said as he ran a tired hand through his hair.

I sighed and kicked at the dirt with my foot. Maybe this was the right thing to do, to stay here, left behind.

"I do not hold it against you Arthur, I just hate that I cannot be there to watch over you all…" I said.

"If you were to be injured again I wouldn't be able to forgive myself!" Arthur exclaimed.

I was injured for the sole purpose of saving your wife.

"Guinevere came to me last night, worried that you weren't handling this well." he said.

I laughed and Arthur gave me an apprehensive glance. I waved my actions off and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Do not worry, I'm just bitter at the moment; just bring them all home with you when you return." I said.

Arthur nodded and smiled as he put his hand on mine,

"I promise you."