One Thing - Chapter 7


A/N: This scene is redundant. Been done soooo many times before, but I couldn't resist. And I can't believe that I stuck with this one so long.


It was another slow night. The knights had been at the fort for nearly a week. And when knights don't have anything to do, they drink, and cause fights. At least this bunch did. It took Teagan almost all she had to keep her temper with them. She and Ani were the only serving girls in tonight. Bess had decided to find employment elsewhere. She was angry, no pissed off, that Teagan was getting more attention from the knights than her. Which was fine with her, she didn't much likeBess anyway.

And as usual, Vanora was busy with Bors and their children. That man wasn't giving her much time to do anything. Even Van was wishing that the men would go back out.

So that left Teagan and Ani to feed and liquor up most of the male population of the fort.

Gawain and Galahad were again having a knife throwing contest, drunk. Again. Which in itself was always entertaining. This time, Galahad's barely made the target, while Gawain's made it to the bull's eye. Tristan then threw his and it landed square on the end of Gawain's. Again.

Gawain looked at Tristan. "How DO you do that?" Again.

Obviously drunk, his voice slurred. "I just aim for the middle." He started leaning. And Teagan was the one next to him when he started to go.

Teagan got to thinking that she needed to put them in their place. Just a little bit. Give them something else to think about. Pushing Tristan upright, she motioned toward the target. "Twenty pieces says that I can hit that."

All the knights looked at her, not believing she could. Tristan was the best. Even drunk. "You're on." Someone muttered.

Tristan sat down on the bench with a thud. "If she can even hit the target, I'll pay her myself." He slurred.

Picking Lancelot's dagger from his hand, Teagan flipped it to the target. It landed in the handle of Tristan's. She smiled at the sullen knight. "Cocky, aren't you?"

Mouths dropped open at that. She had just bested the best. "How did she do that?" Was heard from one, probably Galahad. That boy was amazed at just about everything she did. Sometimes, Teagan thought that he was afraid of her.

Teagan laughed. "Pay up, boys." And went back to work.

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Teagan was standing on the wall, looking out toward the wood. She wasn't really looking for anything. She was just enjoying the nice night, trying to relax after the hectic night. The weather was mild and the stars were out.

She stood looking out, her mind elsewhere. She didn't hear the scout come next to her.

"I'm sorry about the mouse."

Teagan jumped, catching herself on the wall. "Don't do that again."

Tristan smiled. He actually smiled. "I'm sorry to scare you."

She waved him off and turned again to look over the wall. "Just don't do that again."

He came to stand beside her to look over the wall also. "I'm sorry about the mouse."

Teagan laughed, softly. "It's okay. I'm not upset. Good thing it wasn't Van."

Tristan nodded. Everyone knew about Vanora's fear of rodents. He held out his hand. It was full of coins. "You won the contest."

Glancing at the coins, Teagan snorted. "I only said that to shut them up. My patience was thin and they were getting on my nerves." She pushed his hand back to him. "I don't want your money."

He didn't understand. If any other had won a bet, they wanted their winnings. But he put the money back in his pouch. He wouldn't tell the others that she wouldn't take it. He'd never hear the end of it if he did. He decided to change the subject. Sort of. "How did you learn to throw like that?"

Teagan shrugged her shoulders. "I was taught by a knight." Her voice grew soft, remembering. "He was a friend. My age. He was very good at the dagger and bow. He taught me as much as he could while we trained. He knew my secret, but kept it quiet. When it was found out, he was punished." She let out a small sigh. "I only wish he is still living."


A/N: Reviewie please.