Sorceress Misha—Sorry to take a while to post, I was out of town, with no internet! Glad you liked the last chapter, hope you like this one too!
DarkAngelPearl—Haza! I surprised someone! I have the answers to your questions!
LANCELOTTRISTANBABY—Glad you liked this chapter! Here's the next one!
Melosine—A new reviewer! I'm really glad that you liked this story, and went to all that trouble to re-find it! Don't worry, I plan on going with this until the end.
Evenstar-mor2004—Or is it the torture that Cynric will put the Knights through. Or will it be all Will's fault!
I have returned!
So this is the loverly direction that the story is going in. Sorry if Cynric doesn't seem like he did in the movie. Personally, I think that he just wasn't understood. So I likes him the way I made him.
Disclaimer—I own only Will and the plot. For the rest… Yeha, I wish.
Will held back a sneeze as she crept out of the crypt that the man had thrown her in. He had tied her up, but she was fairly resourceful. It hadn't taken her long to escape.
Unfortunately for Will, as she turned a corner, she ran strait into her captor.
The man was surprised, but quickly grabbed Will, and hauled her back to his "hide out."
"You know…" Will was struggling. "I know you want to kill the Knights, and I know why… but if I'm going to be your captive, you could at least tell me your name."
The man had been tying her hands more securely, but paused to stare at her. "How is that information important?"
Will shrugged. "It isn't. But if you wanna be rude, that's fine with me."
The man finished tying her hands and sighed. He moved away from her. "Cynric. Happy?"
His back was to her, so Will couldn't see his expression. "So you're from the same time as the Knights?"
"Yes."
"And you… arrived in this city?"
"Yes."
"When did you get here?"
Cynric turned quickly. "Are you always this annoying?" He snapped.
Will looked away. "Sorry." She didn't sound very sorry, just pacifying.
Cynric sighed and started shifting through some junk that littered the crypt floor.
"3 days ago." He said after a long moment. "I arrived in the place I captured you in."
Will chuckled. "The Knights would have condemned you. Disgracing a ladies home."
Cynric chuckled as well. "I am a barbarian. Disgrace is what we do."
Will smiled at that, but before he could see it, she changed the subject. "So barbarians starve their captives?"
He looked confused. "No." Then he smiled wickedly. "Why? Do the Knights?"
Will rolled her eyes. "First, I am not their captive. Second, that was supposed to be a subtle hint that I'm hungry."
Cynric didn't even look contrite. He leaned down beside her. "I'm a barbarian remember. I don't do subtle."
He wasn't expecting Will's bound legs to connect with the back of his knees. He was pushed off balance and landed on his butt.
"Then I won't be subtle." She smiled wickedly.
Cynric gave her a look as he pushed himself up. "You're like a really annoying little child."
"Whatever works." Will smiled sweetly. "And I'm still hungry!"
He barely missed her kick. Cynric walked towards the entrance to the crypt. He turned at the entrance and gave her a real smile. "You're like a Saxon woman."
"There's no need to insult me!" She yelled to his retreating back.
The only response she got was his laughter.
-- Cut to Merik and the Knights --
"Are we close?" Asked Arthur, who was clutching the hilt of his sward. The other Knights were equally tense.
Merik nodded. "It's on the other side of that wall." He indicated a long gray wall that was running adjacent to the car. Quickly he parked, and the 8 of them made there way into the cemetery.
They had cautiously fallowed twist and turns for several minuets, before a voice behind them made them freeze.
"I heartily wish that we were back in our own time."
They spun to find Cynric leaning against a tall tombstone sunning himself. He looked like he belonged in 2005, wearing a black tank top and beige cargo pants.
Within seconds, all the Knights had their weapons drawn.
Cynric opened one eye and looked at the 8 men facing him. "How 'bout you take a rain check?"
The Knights glanced at each other, confused.
"He means he wants to put the battle off until later." Merik clarified.
"You've picked up our slang fast."
The Knights attention snapped upwards. To their shock, Will was sitting on top of the tombstone.
"Will!" Exclaimed Arthur.
Will smiled and waved at the men.
Cynric turned to face the tombstone and looked up at Will. "Saxons have a talent with languages." He held up his arms, and caught Will as she slid down.
"To bad you only use your hands." She said as she slapped his hands away, once her feet touched the ground.
"Girls tend to respond to that better." He said lewdly.
Will rolled her eyes and used her well developed skill of selective hearing. "I've convinced Cynric here to wait until you all get back to England, then you can fight to the death or whatever it is you all do."
The Knights again looked at each other, then they turned to Cynric.
"How can we trust you?" Snapped Lancelot.
Suddenly Cynric steeped forward, his hand held a knife which barely touched Will's neck. "Well… I could always keep Will as my hostage. Then you wouldn't have much of a choice."
The Knights and Merik stiffened.
"Or I could kick you in a place you'd rather keep intact, then forget about you, and leave you in this time." Said Will calmly.
Instantly Cynric stepped back. "Actually I'd rather keep that area intact."
"I bet."
Reluctantly the Knights agreed to hold off the battle until they all returned to their own time. They returned to the hotel rooms and at the Knights insistence, Cynric was rooming with the Knights and Merik. He had already been too close to Will once.
"So why do you want to kill them?" Merik had retrieved his sketchbook, and Cynric, having nothing better to do, was posing for the man.
"They killed my father."
"If he hadn't started the battle, we wouldn't have had to kill him." Lancelot said icily.
Cynric shrugged. "Actually I'm glad he's dead. I've heard the troubles serving a Sarmatian commander. Try serving a Saxon commander, who also happens to be your father."
That made the other men pause.
"If you're glad he's dead… then why do you want to kill us?" Asked Galahad. "I mean… you're saying we've done you a favor."
Cynric shrugged again. "It's Saxon society. To be allowed to succeed my father, I must kill those who killed him. It's just how it is."
"So you're doing this out of…" Gawain trailed off.
"It's tradition. Come on, Sarmatian's must have traditions and rituals that they fallow. Especially when it comes to dealing with the death of a father, leader, or elder."
Since the Knights really couldn't say anything to that, they wisely kept their mouth's shut.
To Cynric's annoyance, he constantly felt like one of the Knights was watching him. Finally he realized which Knight it was, snapped his head up and glared at Tristan. "Something for you?"
Tristan smirked. He bent his head and started sharpening his knife. "You like her don't you." It wasn't a question.
To Cynric's surprise he felt a blush creep up his neck. "I don't know what you're talking about!"
Even more to his annoyance, the other Knights, and Merik immediately joined the conversation.
"What are you talking about." Asked Arthur.
"Yes." Lancelot raised an eyebrow. "What she are we talking about?"
Tristan glanced back up at Cynric. "He likes Will."
--I thought about ending it here, but decide to finish this little scene.—
At Tristan's words, the room went silent.
"That's not true!" Snapped Cynric. "She's an annoying brat!"
"It had better not be true." Said Lancelot in a soft, deadly voice.
"Besides," Said Tristan slightly amused. "Will likes him."
"Oh please!" Said Merik rolling his eyes.
Cynric had paused at that. "Really? You think?" Then he realized what he said. "I DON'T LIKE HER!" He yelled.
"You don't like who?" Unfortunately, the Knights, Merik, and Cynric hadn't noticed Will arrive in the doorway of their room.
"He doesn't like you." Said Lancelot, on the off chance that Will really did like Cynric. Focused on Will, he missed the murderous look that Cynric shot at him.
Will raised an eyebrow. "Duh." She said casually. Then continued into the room and flopped on Merik's bed. "He doesn't like me and…"
"She doesn't like me." Cynric finished for her.
"Our relationship is perfect." Will smiled and grabbed the remote control.
"Exactly." Cynric grabbed Merik's sketchbook and started leafing through it.
The Knights and Merik looked confused. All except Tristan, who had returned to sharpening his dagger.