Forgive for the delay! We changed internet providers, and so I could not get to the internet since last week!
I'd just like to thank everyone who reads this story, even those who don't review. And if there are any questions that I haven't yet addressed, please ask!
roughneck squadleader-- thanks for your protection! Don't worry, I'll warm my feet!
Quietrockchick-- I love it when my reviewers give me little bits of inspiration. Hope you don't mind me barrowing your idea!
Evenstar-mor2004-- Mehaps we'll have to send them back to buy said goodies!
LANCELOTTRISTANBABY-- My most loyal reviewer! I'm glad you like it!
Sorceress Misha-- "dangers of the mall" I like IT
JediPirateElfyDude—Perhaps… I haven't decided yet. Any more thoughts on the subject?
Disclaimer—Don't own the Knights, just Will, her family (minus her cousin and his girlfriend), and I also own Will's boyfriend (now what to do with him?)
"Awww." Philip had a pretend hurt look on his face. "You know you love me."
Will snorted. "Not nearly as much as you love yourself."
Philip rolled his eyes. "Can I help it if I'm hot?"
Will gave a short, humorless laugh. "Right… anyway, aren't you suppose to be sleeping with that chick… what's her name? Amber right? (no offense to any Ambers out there.)"
"What's it to you?" Asked Philip glaring at her. "At least I'm getting some." He looked her over, and smirked. "But I can see why you're not."
Unnoticed by either teenager, the five other Knights had caught up, and were discreetly listening to the heated conversation.
Lancelot and Dagonet had been forced to hold Arthur back at Philip's last comment. Not that they were to pleased with the boy themselves. But they didn't have a plan, Galahad on the other hand, did have a plan.
"Will!" He smiled and walked up to the small group. He slid his arm around Will's shoulders, and Will played along immediately. "Sorry for losing you guys." He gave Will another dazzling smile. Then he turned to face Philip. "Who's this?"
Will smiled at Galahad. "No one important."
"I'm her ex." Said Philip glairing at Will.
Galahad gave him a blank stair. "Ah. Well… I can see why she left you."
Will tried, but failed miserably at not cracking up. Philip looked pissed off. "I dumped her!" He snarled.
Galahad looked from Will to Philip, raising his eyebrow. "Right." Was all he said.
"So who are you?" Philip spat.
Galahad pretended to look board, while trying to remember any male name he'd heard, for Galahad was hardly common in this time period. "Not that it's any of your concern of course, but I'm…" He paused for the slightest moment. "Jason." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Will hide a smile.
Will slid her arm around "Jason's" waist. "He goes to school with Sass." She said condescendingly, shooting a look at Philip.
"So you're stuck with a high school girl?" Philip smirked at the withering look Will gave him.
"Better then letting her run around with you mutts." 'Jason' shot back. He glared one more time at Philip. "Now." He looked at Will. "Didn't I promise to take you out to lunch?" He lead her away, closely fallowed by the rest of the Knights. Leaving a slightly gaping Philip alone in the mall walkway.
When they were out of hearing distance, Will cracked up, and Galahad released her.
"Not that I needed help or anything." She said gasping, as tears of mirth ran down her face. "But thanks."
Galahad bowed slightly at the waist. "It was my pleasure my lady."
Lancelot shook his head. "That was foolish. But," he sighed and looked the other Knights over, "when are we not prone to foolishness?"
Will had recovered and gave all the Knights a smile. "Now that you've got clothes, let's go get the groceries and go home."
"Food?" Asked Bors.
Will smiled at him. "Food."
At the grocery store, Will was seriously beginning to wonder about her mental state. "Yes, she was a teenage girl, yes, she was surrounded by 7 Sarmatian Knights, yes, she was thankful that they helped her out at the mall, but what, what in the seven wonders of the world had convinced her to take the Knights to a place that had food!
The men awed over everything, and they wanted to taste it all too.
Will managed to dissuade the Knights from most of the food, but there was one that they refused to budge on.
"It's not what you think!" Said Will for the twelfth time.
Dagonet had his arms crossed, and looked un-moved. "It says mint. Mint is a herb." He said slowly, as if speaking to a young child. "It's a herb that's good for you. We don't know how long we'll be here, and we need to stay healthy! We should get it."
"But it's not just mint. It's Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream!" Will tried again.
Lancelot, who was near by, examining a box of frozen mini pizzas, spoke without looking at either contender. "Cream? But cream is also a good drink. And we hardly get it in Britain." Since he wasn't looking up, Lancelot managed to miss the murderous look Will gave him.
But that statement had only strengthened Dagonet's stance.
Will gave up with a sigh. "Fine! You win, but you seven have to eat all the ice cream. Even if you don't like it."
"We're Knights." Said Bors. "We'll eat anything."
Will shook her head. "No." She mumbled. "You're men, you'll eat anything."
Finally, Will managed to buy all the food, and returned home. All the Knights were happy to be somewhere they recognized. But after all the shopping had ended for the day, most of the day was gone. The sun was setting by the time Will pulled into the garage.
As Will put the food away, the Knights proceeded to explore every inch of the house they could gain access to. And after much experimentation with the lights, sinks, TV. and radio (much to Will's dismay) they found themselves sitting at the dining room table, staring at bowls of ice cream, while Will rubbed the bridge of her nose, and leaned agents the wall.
"What," said Gawain, poking the cream with his spoon, "is this?"
"Healthy cream and mint." Said Will without looking at any of the Knights.
"This is not edible." Said Lancelot, eyeing the green mound.
Tristan took a bit on his spoon and sniffed it. "I don't think," he said softly, "that this is the time for remarks like that."
All the Knights glanced at Will, who was still not paying any attention to them.
Arthur walked over to her. "Are you all right lady?"
Will nodded distractedly. "Yeha, I'm good. Just thinking."
"We are causing you upset." Arthur sighed. "Perhaps we should go."
Will looked at him at those words. "What? No! I mean, yeah you're stressing, but everyone is. I just… need someone else to help out until we can get you guys back home."
"Someone like….your brother?" Asked Arthur after a moment of thought.
Will shook her head slowly. "Sass would be good, but I can't reach him." She thought for a moment longer. "But a guy is a good idea. One… close to your guys ages." Suddenly Will looked Arthur in the eyes. "Merik!" She exclaimed. At Arthur's questioning look she explained. "He's my cousin. And he's really into history and stuff like that. A couple years ago, he told me how he went back in time to France. I didn't believe him then, but even if only a smidge is true, maybe we can get you back!"
Arthur smiled, and bowed slightly. "At your command."
Will laughed, and ran to the hall. "And!" She called from the hallway. "Don't worry about eating the ice cream if you don't want to!"
The men looked relived, and left the bowls to move to the livingroom.
Carefully they looked over the movies and magazines. Not having a clue what those things were, but they were also partly listening to the conversation Will was having on the phone.
Author's magic, we can hear both sides of said conversation.
"Hello?"
"Merik, it's Will!"
"Will! Hey, why are you calling?"
"Oh thanks. Not even a hello, how are you?"
"Will, if you wanted a hello, how are you, you would have called my house phone. Not my cell. Now what's up?"
"Well…" Will hesitated. "See… there are Sarmatian Knights in my kitchen."
"No we aren't." Called Lancelot lightly.—
"I mean my living room." Said Will smiling.
"You expect me to believe that there are Knights in your living room?" Merik was skeptical, this was his cousin after all.
"There are!" Said Will indigently.
"Will, you need to go to bed earlier, or lay of the sugar."
Will's previous reply had brought Bors to the hallway to check on her.
"Here!" Will thrust the phone at the man.
Bors looked at it. "You want to give me the ghost box?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
Will pulled the phone back. "At least I'm fairly certain that there's a strange man in my house." She said annoyed.
Merik's voice was now clearly worried. "Will! Who was that? Are you ok?"
"Now he cares." She muttered. "Just come over tomorrow." She told him.
"I'll be over tonight!"
"No Merik, tomorrow. I'm tired, and I'm going to bed. Don't worry so much."
Merik hesitated, then sighed. "Fine, first thing in the morning."
"Until then." Will hung up the phone.
Bors gave her a look.
"What?" Asked Will, as they walked to the living room.
"I am not strange." He replied.
Will smiled, and turned her smile to the men in her living room. "He'll be over tomorrow." She announced. Then she turned to the daunting task of finding seven adult men places to sleep.