Sorceress Misha—You made my day! Sorry that the Knights don't fly. I couldn't make Will suffer like that. But I do have a bit of a twist coming!

Guess what! I'm the author, and I can twist the world any way that I want! Just thought that I'd give you fair warning. (P.S. I do know how long it would take to get from Naples Florida to New Orleans, and it's a lot longer then I've made it. Oh well.)

Sorry that I got this up before people could review on chapter 6, but this wouldn't leave me alone. Please feel free to review on both chapters!

-- Special appearance by my loverly plot bunny!--

Disclaimer—I don't own anything you recognize. Will I do own though.

Sometimes… sometimes Will wondered what deity disliked her by giving her 7 Sarmatian Knights to look after. 7 full grown male, annoying, stubborn Sarmatian Knights. This however, was not one of those times. Instead, this was a time where Will was torn trying not to laugh.

It had taken a while, but finally her and Merik had managed to convince the Knights to return to the "Mystery Machine." Then, they had started their little adventure to New Mexico. It had taken almost two hours for the Knights to relax into ridding in the car, but they had eventually.

Now… well a few moments ago, Merik had been picking Arthur's brains, about the time that the Knights came from. Then his cell phone had rung. Effectively startling the Knights, and making it hard for Will to keep her eyes on the road.

Galahad looked up at Will. "Is that." He pointed at Merik and his phone. "Another ghost box thing?"

Will tried not to laugh, then tried even harder after glancing at Merik's rather confused face. "Yeah, it's just portable."

"When will you people relies that it doesn't pay to mess with the dead." Muttered Bors.

"So who is it?" Will called back to Merik who was alternately trying to listen to the person on the phone, and the conversation in the car.

"It's Lexie." He told her, then he shot a glare in her direction. "And she is NOT a ghost!"

This time Will couldn't keep from chuckling. Lancelot looked between the two cousins. "Who's Lexie?" He asked, pretending not to be interested.

A shrug came from his hostess. "His girlfriend."

The Knights nodded as though they understood, but she could tell that they didn't really.

After a minute, Galahad looked as though something had hit him. "Girlfriend? Like that… Philip who was your boyfriend?"

Will smiled at that. "Kinda, but Lexie's different then Philip was. She's pretty cool actually. If a bit odd sometimes."

Just then, Merik hung up his phone. "She is not odd." He said glancing a his cousin. "She's a bit crazy, but she's not odd."

"Whatever you say."

"Since you don't ride horses, then what do you do when it's dark out?" Asked Arthur. "Is it like your house, where there are those light… ball things?"

Merik shook his head. "No, we're stopping for a while in New Orleans. I left one of my sketchbooks at Lexie's place. She said that I could go by and grab it."

"You can't just go to a woman's rooms!" Said Arthur incredulously. His look was matched by the other 6 "gentlemen" who couldn't imagine such a thing.

"Then how did it get there in the first place?" Asked Will innocently.

It took the Knights a long moment, but the minute they realized what Will meant… all hell broke loose.

Finally, early that afternoon Will pulled up to a hotel and the Knights piled out, dragging a disgruntled Merik with them. Will smirked, but hid it before any of the guys saw it. However, Will wasn't surprised that the architecture and… feel of New Orleans captured the Knights, and the men stared around them as Will went to get a few rooms.

Unknown to the Knights, there luck wasn't with them while they were out, looking around.

Merik pulled the Knights back to the hotel. "I'm gonna…" He started, but trailed off when the Knights glared at him.

"Lexie still owns that place at Orchard and Mason?" Asked Will walking out of the hotel.

"Yeah…" Said Merik slowly.

"Good." She smiled brightly. "Then I'll just run on over and grab you sketchbook. I'll be back in half an hour if not less."

That, the Knights found a much more reasonable idea, and Will took off.

None of the men saw the person slip away in the shadows, having heard everything that had been said.

--I could have stopped here, but I decided that I needed to keep going.—

Will made her way to Lexie's apartment humming to herself and ignoring what was going on around her. She was too focused on getting Merik's book, then going back. She didn't want leave her cousin alone with men who weren't happy with him if she didn't have to.

She retrieved the key from under the flowerpot and let herself in. She chuckled at how dark Lexie's place was. Lexie honestly was a bit of a Goth. She liked the dark, and liked black, not that that helped matters when Will was stumbling around the woman's house.

Finally she spotted Merik's book on the side table she grabbed it and muttered to herself about Merik and his girlfriend and the Knights, and how all of them would drive her up a wall one day.

But something caused her to stop. She felt like someone was watching her. Before she could turn around, a muscular arm pined her arms to her side, and a hand covered her mouth.

"You lead the Arthur and his Knights don't you pretty?"

Will tried to gain some leverage, she tried to do anything, but the man behind her was too strong.

"I think they'll want you back. Am I right?"

Again Will didn't answer. She was still trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

The man leaned close to Will, "Then I will kill them." He breathed into her ear.

At that Will froze. She didn't know what she was going to do, but she couldn't let this man hurt her friends. She quickly lifted her leg, and delivered a swift kick to his shin.

The man snarled. His grip around her chest didn't loosen, but he moved his other hand from her mouth, to twist in her hair. "I wouldn't do that again if I were you." His voice was deadly.

"I won't let you hurt them."

He chuckled. "I doubt that there is much you can do about it." He was mocking her.

"What'd they do anyway." That ended in a gasp as he pulled tighter on Will's hair.

"They killed my father. And now I'll kill them." His hand let go of her hair then he traced a finger down the side of her face. "But what to do with you? You really are quite pretty."