Woohoo, another chapter yay! Hope you enojoy! I did this chapter from all three POV's because I know people wanted some more Arthur, so here ya go! :)

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What Heaven Is...

Chapter 10- "Worth Fighting For…"

My eyes opened slowly, but soon shut due to the blinding pain that shot through my head.

What have you gotten yourself into this time?

I took a deep breath and went to move my hands, but found them to be tightly bound by ropes. My vision cleared and I looked down to the floor.

There she was, crumpled on the floor, her clothing ripped. I felt the sting of tears at the sight, and I let out a moan.

"Guinevere…" my voice started to leave me.

I saw her stir, and finally her eyes were on mine.

"Lancelot…" I could hear the tears in her voice.

"Oh gods Guinevere."

She moved to sit up and her neck was exposed. I winced at the gash that now covered the side of her throat. She stood up and took a moment to catch her balance.

"Love, untie me and I'll get you as far away as I possibly can." I said softly.

She smiled, but the wound that she now carried kept my attention. She silently untied my bonds and touched the marks that were now burned into my skin. I shook her off and tenderly turned her head to look at the wound.

"Guinevere…"

The wound was deep, but didn't seem too fatal. She shook her head, and her hands searched my body.

"Are you hurt?" she asked.

I smiled and kissed her, she let her lips linger on mine before she collapsed against me.

"I thought you were dead, they dragged you from the room and all I could do was scream out for you…you were so limp." Her tears were overpowering her voice.

I rubbed her back softly and kissed the crown of her head. I shut my eyes as another round of sobs racked her body.

"But I'm alright, see? We're both ok…we're ok…" I soothed her, and slowly her sobs started to cease.

"Come, let's leave this place." I said as I took her hand in mine.

She nodded and I reached for my armor. Guinevere watched as I dressed quickly, I unsheathed one of my blades and took her hand again. We started out of the room, and I softly pulled her along with me. Her movement seemed weak and I turned to face her.

"Guinevere?"

She looked up at me; her eyes were puffy and red from the tears. Her face softened which made my fear lighten a bit.

"I didn't mean for you to come to harm, I would have given my life rather than see this." I said.

She nodded and motioned for us to continue.

"I know Lancelot, but please let us leave…I want to be somewhere else…"

"I'll take you somewhere safe my love, I promise." I cut her off.

"Lancelot…I don't need to be somewhere safe, I only need to be with you, I'm safe with you."

I looked back at her and sighed.

I let you down…

Her eyes searched my face and I looked down the hall, assuring it was clear. I turned back to her and drew her into an embrace. I heard her take a deep breath before I let her go.

She gripped my hand tightly as we made our way towards the main exit. I glanced back at her every few seconds and frowned when I noticed the look of fear hadn't left her face. She was so afraid, I had never seen her like this, and she was strong. A shrill scream made me turn towards the doorway, where a woman stood crying. She turned towards us and she let out a cry of relief when she saw me.

"Lancelot! My lady, they are burning our homes!" she cried.

I looked out the doorway and felt the heat of the flames on my face, smoke rose all around us and I could barely make out the forms of people running. I turned to Guinevere and placed my hands on her shoulders.

"I want you to get to that door, save as many as you can, but you get yourself out of here, do you understand me?" I demanded.

She nodded, but her eyes remained on the woman in the door. I turned slightly and was about to pull the woman from the door when an arrow came flying through the air. The arrow pierced the woman in the chest and she fell forward before I could catch her.

Guinevere cried out and clutched my arm. I cursed loudly and backed us away from the doorway. I looked back at Guinevere,

"Get to that door Guinevere; I won't see this happen to you…" I said as I pointed towards the fallen woman.

Arthur:

I looked up as the flap of my tent was pulled back. I closed the map as a young man stumbled in. I stood from my chair as he came to a stop before me, sweat dripped from his forehead and his breaths were labored.

"Lancelot…under…Saxons…" the young man struggled for words.

I felt a cold trickle of fear run through my body and the mention of Lancelot.

"What about Lancelot? What has happened?" I asked quickly.

The young man simply looked at me, as his breathing started to normalize. The fear had quickly spread through my body. My friend, my queen, the two people I cared for the most were in danger, or worse. I didn't let myself linger on this thought and I felt myself growing angry at the young man.

"Do not hold your tongue boy! For I swear on pain of death I will cut it out if you do not tell me!" I growled, my tone raising and making the young man straighten sharply.

He swallowed and bowed his head.

"Saxons have attacked Hadrains Wall, and have killed most of the guards you left behind. They've killed women, and have even thrown babies from the side. Lancelot can not hold them my lord, and if he is left there, he and your Queen will soon meet a fate worse then others."

My fingers were digging into the table and I looked away from the man, my anger rising with every breath.

"You listen to me carefully, my Knights and I are not quite prepared to ride, for some have come to sustain injuries and are not yet stitched. I want you to ride back and help Lancelot for as long as you can until we can arrive." I said.

The young man stared at me for a moment, and I could see the fear come to his eyes. I sighed,

"I will not leave you to die, I assure you. I will come shortly, now go!" I said.

He nodded and left hurriedly. I sat back into the chair and ran a hand across my brow.

"Tell me that he is fine. Give me a sign that both still live." I whispered.

"Arthur!"

I looked at Bors and nodded in his direction. Gawain looked from his arm that was being stitched closed.

"Arthur?"

I sighed and patted Galahad on the shoulder.

"We must ride shortly…as soon as we can. Hadrains Wall has come under attack, Saxons have killed anything that they could, and Lancelot stands alone, not to mention Guinevere…"

Bors stood up and reached for his weapons.

"Lets us leave then."

Lancelot:

We stepped into the smoke, and Guinevere clutched my arm. My hands shook slightly at the thought of having to fight yet again, the hilts of my swords felt wet in my palms. Women and small children were screaming, and searching their way through the thick smoke. Guinevere started to cough and she let go of me to cover her mouth from the poisonous smoke. I walked at her side and saw that a group had started to follow us. Guinevere's eyes looked at me, and I tried to smile softly at her.

We reached the small passageway and I turned towards the group that was behind me.

"I want you to follow Guin…The Queen; she'll lead you to safety." I said.

Helpless eyes stared up at me and I pushed the wooden door open, they slowly started through it. Guinevere lingered behind and she sought for my hand.

"Let me stay with you, let me help." She pleaded.

I shook my head and put my hand on her cheek.

"I don't want…"

She put her finger on my lips, and glared at me.

"I don't want you to die either, now stop being so damn proud and let me help you." she demanded.

I smirked and kissed her softly, I silently moved closer to the door with her still in my grip.

"I wish I could my love, but…" I spun her around and pushed her through the doorway and closed the door.

I heard her pound on the other side.

"Lancelot!! Do not do this!" she screamed.

I sighed and looked up; she would never forgive me for this. My thoughts were interrupted as a large Saxon ran towards me. I moved quickly so his axe hit the door, he grunted and pulled on the weapon and it sprung from the wood. I twirled my swords once and he came at me again. We parried for a moment before the hilt of his axe hit me sharply in the face. I fell back and he hovered over me, he smiled as he started to bring his axe down on me. I kicked him swiftly and he stumbled backwards into the wall, the axe falling from his grip. I stood quickly and stood before him, he cursed me in his native tongue and he leaned his head back to glare at me. I quickly crossed my blades at his throat and scissored them, the bite of metal to flesh was quick and I heard the blood spurt, and felt it warm on my chin and face.

Guinevere:

I pounded on the door with all my strength, wanting nothing more then yell at Lancelot for this. I went to bring my fists to it again when a large axe blade splintered the wood, not inches from my face. I gasped and fell back away from it.

Lancelot.

Curse his pride, I could help him and he knew it. I heard a loud grunt from behind the door and I shrank down in front of it. Fear made my body tremble, this troubled me, I hadn't been afraid like this when we first fought the Saxons.

You're afraid because the man you now love is fighting for you, and only you.

I sighed and looked at the group that was huddled together on the edge of the forest.

You're afraid because Lancelot may not escape this one, he stands alone. Arthur may not arrive and help insure Lancelot's survival. You're afraid because now you know you can't fare without him.

I stood up from my spot, and motioned towards the group.

"Hurry, into the shelter of the forest…" I said as I started towards them.

I looked back at the door, knowing I would have to return.