Sorceress Misha—so far, the tentative plan is to have Will go back in time, and have a little adventure of her own. However, goodness knows if anyone's going to stay any where for a long period of time. Glad you liked the teasing of Lancelot!

LANCELOTTRISTANBABY—that was my first choice for a Knight too! Now to wait for more votes

Modernprincess—I'm glad you like it so far! I love my reviewers!

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--Forgive me please! My plot bunny ran away to Nebraska, and my muse is on holiday. Fortunately my bunny came back and my muse writes. By the way, there is a tie between 2 Knights, and Tristan is out of the running. Sorry, also, I'm not quite sure how I feel about this chapter, so please tell me what you think.—

Disclaimer: I own Will and her family sans the cousin, but not the Knights.

After the laughter subsided everyone gathered around the dining room table. Merik was studying each of the Knights in turn. "How'd you get here?" He asked, meeting Arthur's eyes.

Arthur looked at his men and shrugged. "We don't know."

Merik gave him a skeptical look. "What do you mean you don't know? There has to be something. What's the last thing you remember before you arrived in the living room?"

"The ruins." Said Dagonet. "We had just gone into some old, overgrown ruins. Tristan found them on one of his scouting missions."

Everyone turned their attention to Tristan, who nodded. "Right. I found the ruins, but they were strange."

"Strange?" Asked Will.

"I'd been on that rout before, but I'd never seen them."

"Yeha, but there was that fire." Said Bors. "So the ruins may have been covered, then the crap burnt off."

Tristan shrugged. "It's a thought anyway."

"What was in the ruins?" Asked Will. "Anything cool?"

"Or strange?" Asked Merik, raising an eyebrow at his cousin. "Was there anything that really stood out as strange?"

The Knights looked at each other and shook their heads.

"So you just… walked into the ruins then you were here?" Asked Will.

"That's what I remember." Said Galahad.

"So… maybe it's like what happened to you." Said Will looking at her cousin. "You know… the wormhole thingy?"

Merik thought about that for a long moment. "I guess… that would make some since. But wormholes are unstable. It's possible that the one that brought them here is already gone."

"Are you saying that we have no way home?" Asked Bors.

"If that's the way you got here." Said Merik sighing.

"What if it was by will of the gods?" Asked Gawain. "What if they wanted us here."

"But why?" Asked Will gently. "Why would they have brought you here?"

"Maybe we needed to learn something?" Said Dagonet.

"Or teach something." Said Lancelot.

"What if it's cuz of us?" Asked Will who had moved to lean against the counter.

"No." Said Merik shaking his head. "There's no proof of it at all."

"Them being here isn't proof?"

"There are other, more likely options then that. Wouldn't it just be him if that were the reason?"

"That depends on why there here in the first place."

Just then, Arthur made a strategic step between the cousins. "Not to interrupt this interesting conversation, but what are you talking about?"

Merik sighed. "There's this legend in our family that says we're descendents of one of the Knights of the round table." He turned to Will, but continued to address Arthur. "But there's no proof of that. It's just due to the fact that we can trace my mom's side of the family really far back, because they were all involved in the church. It's just a story."

"But it could be true." Said Will. "You never know."

"If I may…" Interrupted Lancelot. "Which Knight are you a descendent of?"

There was silence for many seconds.

"It's me isn't it?"

All the Knights turned to face the one who had spoken. Tristan was standing by the entrance to the hallway. "You're supposed to be related to me."

"You…" Merik had turned to Will.

Will held up her hands and shook her head. "I didn't say anything."

Tristan shook his head. "No. I just know. I can't explain it."

"So…" Bors looked around. "We might be here because you two are supposed to be related to Tristan, and… that might have something to do with it?"

Merik returned to his seat, sighed defeated. "Who knows." Merik buried his head in his hands. He looked up. "If you are here because of us… that can't be a good thing. I mean… what can happen to us that is so bad that you had to come?"

"Why does it have to be bad?" Asked Will. "Maybe there here like Lancelot said. To teach us stuff about our past."

"And Murphy was a fuzzy caterpillar." He muttered.

Will smacked the back of her cousin's head. "Look. You call that Doniger guy, and see what he thinks. Don't invite trouble. We don't have enough time for it."

"Spoken like a true descendent of Tristan." Said Gawain lazily.

Will gave the older man a look. "Do you want me to hit you too?"

A few hours latter, Merik found all of the Knights in the living room. Either they themselves had discovered how to use the TV, or Will had shown them. To his surprise, Merik didn't see Will anywhere.

"Where's Will?"

His comment drew the attention of all the Knights.

Dagonet cleared his thought. "She went up there." He pointed up the stairs. "I think she's sleeping."

Merik sighed softly. "I'll leave her be. She needs to sleep." He muttered to himself. His attention was returned to the Knights. "It's almost noon, have you eaten?"

That got the Knights attention. They were on their feet instantly.

Merik smirked. "I'll guess that's a no."

The Knights made there way into the kitchen, and within half an hour they were all happily eating hamburgers minus the buns. Finally Merik shut off the stove, and put the dishes in the sink.

Arthur indicated the empty seat. "There's still some of these things left. Join us."

Merik chuckled. "I'd be happy to, but I'm gonna go check on Will first."

He re-appeared a few minutes later.

"How's the girl?" Asked Bors.

Merik sat at the empty seat. "She has a headache. Not that I blame her."

"Will she be alright?" Asked Arthur, instantly concerned.

Merik nodded. "Yeah. Just give her a couple hours."

"Did you talk to that man about us?" Lancelot looked at Merik.

Merik smiled. "Doniger? I called him a little while ago. He's excited, and wants to meet you. He's pretty sure that he can get you back to the place and time that you came from. But…" Merik hesitated. "His base is in New Mexico."

"New Mexico?" Asked Galahad slowly, trying out the new word.

"Yeha, it's another place, not close to here."

Gawain shrugged. "So we ride. We've ridden far distances before. And we are no strangers to sleeping out in the wilds."

Merik stared at the man for a long second, then he bent over and slowly thumped his head on the table in frustration. "We're not ridding horses to New Mexico." He said slowly.

"Then how do you propose we get there?" Asked Galahad.

"We'll either drive or fly."

"Drive?" Galahad hesitated. "Does that mean using that… thing Will took us out in the other day?"

Merik smiled weakly. "Yes, it means we use the thing. If that's how we decide to go. I guess Will and I will have to decide if we can handle 7 Knights for the two days it'll take us to get there. Or if you can handle a plane."

"We're Knights!" Bors replied. "We can handle anything!"

"A plane is not anything." Said Merik with a stronger smile. "A plane is a creation even greater then the one Will took you around in the other day. And I'm not sure that we can handle it."

"So do we drive or fly?" Asked Galahad.

"We drive. I am not flying with them."

All the men turned to see a sleepy looking Will standing in the doorway.

Merik chuckled. "How's your head?"

"Guess."

"Are you hungry?"

"Nope."

"So… when do we leave?"