--Sorry this is so short. I'll update with a longer chapter next time!--

For little author blurb, so far, I haven't decided if there will be a love interest between Will, and any of the Knights. So I'll take a poll. Yes love, or no love. If you vote yes, please tell me which Knight you'd like to see her with. And so you know, I have a couple plots for the squeal of this story in my head, so tell me what you think about that. Do you like that idea? Any ideas of your own?

Sorceress Misha—yes poor Will, but I'd have the Knights over any time! I hope you like this chapter as well!

Quietrockchick—I agree with the ice cream thing. I prefer just plane chocolate my self. And not to worry, I'm updating as fast as the ideas come to me.

FlamezBlazel—Haza! A new reviewer! I'm glad that you like the story so far!

LANCELOTTRISTANBABY—I am updating as soon as I can. Glad you're still with me!

JediPirateElfyDude—Glad you like the 'Jason' stunt. And I'll consider your vote for the love interest.

The next morning Will softly thumped down the stairs in pajama pants that were black, and had yellow ducks on them, and a matching spaghetti strap shirt. She smiled as she looked over her house guests, whom were sprawled all over the living room, in varying, uncomfortable looking positions. Her smile brightened an insy bit to see that most of the Knights had peeled off there shirts before falling asleep.

Not to her surprise, Tristan was on his feet, in a crouch the moment she reached the foot of the stairs.

He relaxed when he realized that it was Will standing there. He stood up fully and yawned. "What time is it?" He asked stretching.

Will shrugged, and stepped over Gawain to get to the kitchen. "It's like… 8."

She disappeared, and Tristan heard dishes clattering. He began to wake the other Knights.

Will had started sausage and bacon, not sure what else the Knights would like to eat. She watched bemused, as the 7 men stumbled in, some with a rather severe case of bed head. Not that she'd say anything about it.

Lancelot sat at the table, his sleepy eyes turned to Will. "Do I want to know what that smile is for?"

Will shrugged. "Let's just say I'm in a good mood this morning."

Before Lancelot could reply, there was knocking at the door. Will chuckled as she turned of the stove and headed to the front.

Increasing her bemusement, there was a rather stressed looking Merik at her door. He glared at her and quickly looked her over.

"I'm fine you know." She told him, still smiling.

Merik re-focused on her. "Who was the guy on the phone last night? Why'd you let a strange guy into the house!"

Will winced slightly at his volume, and tried to calm him. She knew from experience that much more yelling, and Merik would find 7 weapons pointed at him, rather soon too.

"I told you." She said softly, but firmly. "They're Knights. And I didn't invite them in. I just found them in the living room yesterday morning!"

"You don't just find people in the living room!" Snapped Merik. Suddenly he froze, and Will sighed.

She turned and saw Lancelot standing at the end of the hall. He looked much more awake then he had minuets before, he was studying Merik, and holding two rather nasty looking swords.

"Will." That was all Lancelot said, but it conveyed a lot more then just the one word.

Will stepped between Lancelot and Merik. "No freaking out!" She said looking at both of them. "This is Merik." She pointed at her cousin. "That's Lancelot." She said pointing to the Knight. "He's supposed to be here." She pointed at Merik again. "And he's… well not supposed to be here, but he is, and that's fine." She had pointed at Lancelot again.

Merik's brow creased. "Lancelot?" He asked. Looking from the man to Will.

Will nodded. "The one and only. Arthur's in the kitchen I think. So are the others."

Merik stared at Lancelot. "You're really the Knights of the round table?"

Lancelot lowered his swards and shrugged. "I remember Will saying something about that the other day. But not all of what she told us the legend was, was truth."

Merik looked disbelieving, but Will could see belief in his eyes. If the man had barely enough proof for something to do with history, then he would latch on to it. He already believed in time travel. So why not Sarmatian Knights?

"Now." Will grabbed her cousins arm. "You can come meet the other Knights. And maybe you can help think of a way to get them home."

Merik was startled, and let himself be pulled by Will. Lancelot gave the man a weak smile. "Are you like Will? Or are you sane?"

Merik laughed and stuck his tongue out at Will, who had glared at them.

Suddenly Will's eyes lit and she dropped Merik's arm and ran to the kitchen. Moments later "Lancelot!" was bellowed from the kitchen.

Both men hurried to the kitchen and found Will wrapped in Galahad and Bors arms, hiding a face that was… smirking? Arthur was standing in front of them and glared at Lancelot as he walked in.

"What?" Asked Lancelot looking from Will to his leader.

Arthur gave him a look. "Why must you bother Will? Not only is she our host, but she is a lady. You should know better then that!"

Lancelot's mouth dropped open, but no words came out.

Merik was busy looking between Lancelot, Will, and the other Knights.

There was another tense few moments then Arthur and the other Knights cracked up.

Arthur was gasping and re-focused on Lancelot. "You should have seen your face!" He cracked up again.

Will was standing amid the other laughing Knights and stuck her tongue out.

Gawain looked between Will and Lancelot. "He teased the Lady Will, now we have teased Sir Lancelot."