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Evenstar-mor2004— A little piece inspired by you!

LANCELOTTRISTANBABY-- :D Thanks for reviewing again! It's strange, most of the time, my stuff doesn't seem as funny when I write it. My sis has to tell me that it's funny.

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In this chapter, I'd really like to thank Luchia 13. If not for her, I never would have gotten my stuff here at all!

And again, my sis, FOR THE MOST WONDERFULNESS PLOT BUNNYNESS THIS SIDE OF THE MOON! (And my loverly idea for her later.)

Disclaimer: I own Will… and her family. I don't own the knights… yet! Nor do I own Scooby Doo or anything affiliated.

(Last thing, I promise. In Will's world, the movie King Arthur hasn't been made. So no, there isn't any issue with any of the Knights looking like famous people. They just look like hot guys! And, sence this is the clothing chapter, by the power invested in me the author, I have decided that the lad's shoes are fine and don't attract any attention.)

Will walked back into the kitchen, closely fallowed by a sorely confused Tristan. The same confused Tristan who almost ran into her when Will stopped suddenly. From his position behind her, he could see her shoulders shaking slightly. He looked up to see what she was looking at.

There, on the other side of the kitchen stood the Knights. Out of boredom, they had once again gathered around the answering machine trying to figure out exactly what it was. But this time, they were not trying to kill it, instead, they were cautiously poking the box with daggers.

Will sat down at the table, and watched for a moment longer. "Careful, it bites." She cautioned gleefully.

All the Knights (minus Tristan) spun around to face her, there faces concerned, but they relaxed when they saw that Will was doing her best not to laugh.

"So where'd you run off to?" Asked Gawain as he reclaimed his seat at the table.

"I had to call my grandma. She was going to come over and check up on me. Now she's not."

"May I ask why you asked her not to come?" Asked Lancelot, who gave her a look that seemed to say she should revel in the fact that she had a family that loved her.

Will stared at him with a mixture of shock, anger, amusement, and pure glee. She stood up. "Ok, I'll go tell her I want her to come over. But you," She pointed strait at Lancelot. "you get to tell her who you 7 adult men are, and what you're doing in my house."

She made as if to head towards the phone, at least until Bors and Tristan stopped her. Will smirked at them, then turned around and sat back down. "Will 2, Sarmatian Knights 0." She said again.

After a moment of uncomfortable silence coming from the Knights, Will took pity on them. She stood, they immediately looked at her. "Stay here, just for a few seconds." She told them and moved again toward the hallway. Tristan blocked her progress. "You to." She said sternly, facing the imposing scout. "I'm not going to call anyone, I'm just going upstairs for a minute."

Reluctantly, Tristan let her pass. None of the Knights wanted her to call anyone, or leave the house, but they really couldn't do much to stop her.

A couple minutes later Will returned, carrying a large basket. She was muttering about how she hated her brother, but he did have his uses. She set the basket down on the floor.

"What's that?" Asked Galahad, eyeing the basket and it's contents with suspicion.

"Clothes." Said Will, whipping imaginary dust off her hands.

"Clothes?" Gawain repeated slowly.

Will nodded. "Clothes for you." She held up her hands to forestall any words. "And yes, I know that you already have clothes. But unless you've figured out a way to get home and just haven't told me yet, you need to fit in here."

"I thought you said we were going shopping." Lancelot stated. Still a little irked that Will had singled him out for teasing earlier.

Will, being a women, and knowing very well that Lancelot was irritated with her, and that it would not do to have an irritated Sarmatian Knight in her house, shrugged and pulled a shirt out of the pile, which she absently started folding.

"Well, yeah, we are going shopping. But I can't tow you guys around town looking like you do. It's just for a little while, until I can get you your own clothes. Not just clothes I barrowed from my brother"

The men hesitated, but Arthur stepped forward, towards the basket. "Despite," he smiled, "all the teasing. You have been very kind to us." He hesitated. "We don't know how long we're going to be here, so any advice you offer will be a blessing."

Will smiled. It had been a long time since she'd talked to a real gentlemen. She let the shirt drop into the basket. "I'm going to go get some stuff together, and you can change." She was gone before anyone else could say anything.

After she was gone, Arthur gave his Knights a stern look. The approached the basket with caution, but when nothing jumped out at them, they grabbed clothing, grumbling about women, time travel, clothing, and life in general.

20 minutes, and much searching later, all the men had found clothing that at least looked decent.

Will reappeared and smiled. "Cool." She said looking them over. "Now," she walked to the door to the garage and held it open. "to the Mystery Machine."

The men exchanged looks before slowly walking into the garage. Shortly in, all the men stopped, confused while Will happily walked over to her VW van which was sitting in the garage. She pulled open the driver's side door, then turned to face the Knights when she realized they hadn't fallowed. "Well?" She raised an eyebrow at them. "Get in."

The men approached the vehicle with caution, and after a bit of fumbling, they managed to open the side door, and pile into the car. Arthur to his slight dismay had to sit upfront on the passenger side.

"I don't mean to be rude lady." He said, quickly imitating her as she buckled her seat belt, but how are you paying for these expenses? Or do you not use currency in this time?"

Will laughed. "No, we use currency here. I just recently quit my job at the movie theater, it was evil. But anyway, I have some money to spend, and I don't mind buying you guys stuff."

Just then, Will's van rolled forward and out of the garage. None of the Knights were scared enough to make any noise, but each of them grabbed there seats with a death grip.

Will glanced in her rearview mirror and smiled apologetically. "Don't worry." She said. "It's only like a ten minuet drive to the mall. Not too long."

"Long enough to get us killed?" Asked Galahad.

The other Knights shot the youngest Knight a look that could kill. Will just laughed.

As predicted, ten minuets later, Will pulled her van into the large parking lot of the equally large mall. "Ok." She said, turning off the van. "Last stop, everyone out."

The Knights were only too happy to comply.

"So this is a market place?" Said Bors, as he and the other men looked around themselves in wonder.

Will giggled at the men's faces. "Kinda, but we call it a mall."

"So…" Gawain turned his attention to Will. "Where do we start?"

Will thought for a moment. "Umm… The men's department." She started walking away from where they had been standing. Quickly the Knights caught up. They did NOT want to get lost.

Eventually, Will managed to drag all the bedazzled Knights into a store that sold men's clothing, and she picked them out outfits. At first the Knights complained bitterly about having to try the clothing on, but one look from Will sent them into the dressing room, happy to not have to face her wrath.

Bors was the first to come out, because all he had to try on was a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. That was all he'd wanted to get. He found Will standing at the sales counter, and got close enough to hear what she was saying.

"…yeah, so all there stuff was ruined."

"Oh that's horrible. Are they alright?" Asked the saleslady.

Will nodded. "Yep, just a bit dazed you know? Anyway, I was wondering if it'd be ok if they wore there new clothes out?"

"Of course." Said the saleslady reassuringly. "I'll just need to get the price tags."

Will nodded, thanked the women and turned towards the dressing rooms. She smiled when she saw Bors, and Bors felt a little sheepish about being the recipient of a pretty girl's smile.

"The clothes fit ok?" Asked Will coming over to stand by him.

Bors nodded. "There fine. So… we can wear them?"

Will nodded. "Yep. I just have to get the price tags from you."

Bors looked at her suspiciously. "People normally can't wear there clothes out?"

"Well… not normally."

"Then why can we?"

"Ummm…" Will bit her lip, but was trying not to smile. "Cuz I said that you all were family friends, here for a visit, but then your stuff was ruined."

"You lied?" Bors raised an eyebrow at her.

Will just smiled. She could tell that Bors was more impressed with the fact that she was willing to lie, then the lying itself.

Finally, all the boys were dressed, and their clothing paid for. All of them had decided jeans were the most efficient, but there choices on shirts varied. Arthur had chosen a simple button down shirt which was dark red. Lancelot had chosen a similar shirt to Arthur's, but his was white. Tristan had on a long sleeved t-shirt which was black. Gawain had picked a light brown long sleeved t-shirt. Galahad had gone with a white wife beater, even though he didn't understand the name. And lastly Dagonet (cuz we all know what Bors is wearing) chose a black button down shirt. Will was quite pleased.

After that part of their shopping was done, the men seemed to relax more in the mall. They talked about random things, and stopped at different stores to see what they sold. Will was just pulling Bors and Tristan out of the local Hot Topic, when a voice made her freeze.

"Well look who it is. Hi Will."

Will turned and glared at the boy standing behind her. "Hello Philip." She said icily.

The boy smirked. "Who are they?" He gestured to Bors and Tristan. Both Knights had gone still, but they were watching Will. Her body language was telling them that this boy was a threat.

"Some old friends." She said with out emotion.

"I think." Said Tristan in a lowered voice. "The question is… who are you?"

"What?" The boy smirked. "Couldn't even tell 'em about your boyfriend?"

"Ex-boyfriend." Will clarified