Fenella

By Mustang Gal

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: You should probably have guessed by now, I own nothing except what I make up- and that's hardly going to make me rich now, is it?

Summary: I thought it would be interesting to write a Dagonet/OC romance where his love interest is beautiful. So flame me if you think it sounds Mary sueish. I happen to like my main characters being strong, warrior women. I just wanted to write this. Besides I believe women can fight just as well as men, why should it matter what she looks like?

Aelia O'Hession

I'm not a morning person too… Sorry about Dag's suffering. I just don't want them to declare their love for each other really early in the story. Please don't hurt me! Whats a Boston Crème pie- sounds nice!

SpectralLady

That's ok about the spelling- I do it all the time! I know- poor Fen.

EvenStar-mor2004

I know waking up in the morning early sucks.

KnightMaiden

Thanks! Sorry it's taken so long…

Lucillag

I hate it too. Except I probably literally would kill them…almost.

Irishfire

Hehe I liked the Bor's thing too. I know poor Dag. Thanks for the review.

Fenella groaned and got out of bed to her privy which also served as a bucket for her vomit. She'd been sick for a few days now. She'd just finished when a horrible thought struck her. She couldn't be, no…she took the herbs. Could she be pregnant? The thought made her feel even more sick. No, what if she was? What would she do? 'Stay calm' she told herself. She took a deep breath, and thought about her options. But she couldn't think of anything. She held her head in her hands and walked to her bed. She was ashamed to realize tears were running down her face. And her monthly bleeding was late! Could this get any worse? She hardly noticed the door open and Dag walk in. He sat down next to her.

"Fen? What's wrong?" He asked putting his strong arms around her. Fenella hiccupped and leant against him.

"Fen. You've been sick all night for a couple of days now. What's wrong?" Fen took a deep breath. She couldn't tell him- what would he think of her?
"Nothing. I probably caught something I'm fine." She stood up shakily. She was getting too comfortable in Dag's arms. I'll just get dressed and go to Goliath and Alain. Dagonet nodded and stood up.

After he left the room she let out a shaky breath and started to get dressed.

Alain came bounding up to her tail wagging. He usually slept in her room now that Bedivere was away on a mission, but he had found a lady friend and spent the night with her. She was a brown stray about Alain's size with a white spot on her back. Fenella called her Banon.

After giving them both a bone she went to Goliath and saddled him up for a ride. She loved riding her temperamental horse. When she was on him she could forget, she could forget everything when he galloped, eating up the ground with his long powerful strides. But when she got back she would have to remember, have to deal with her problem… it seemed strange calling her unborn child a problem. She shook her head trying to clear her thoughts and squeezed her heels to Goliaths sides encouraging him to canter. He shook his head and they cantered through the almost deserted streets. She reigned in at the gates and a tired looking Legionnaire poked his head out of the guard tower.

"State your business." He said, stifling a yawn.

"I'm Fenella from Arthur's Knights and I wish to go for a ride." She said. The man thought for a moment.

"Okay. But stay away from the North woods- there have been Woads there recently." He opened the gates and she cantered through the gated and galloped down the road. Goliath needed no urging he loved galloping.

He practically flew and Fenella laughed with reckless joy.

A while later she reluctantly headed back to the fort/town. She put Goliath away and fed him then practiced weaponry. She bought an apple from the market and found a quiet place to sit. Alain found her and gently rested his head on her lap.

What would she say to Bedivere? What if he rejected her and the child? What would the knights thing.

What was the point of even worrying? What happened happened. With a sigh she stood up to head back to her room.