A/N- okay, what I said about speeding up...well I'm getting there, i promise! ;) I just couldn't resist throwing in a little angst for now, read and enjoy! (sorry, this one's kinda short!)

Lancelot stormed from the out from the stables. Arthur refused to listen to him. A suicide mission after their supposed freeing? How dare Arthur ask this of them! He cradled his head in his hands. How was he going to tell Camille? He trudged slowly down the hall to his room, where she had been staying. Reluctantly he pulled aside the curtain to find her stepping out of her dress. He stepped back quickly, apologizing mechanically as she gasped and pulled it back up quickly.

"Can I come in now?" he asked apologetically

"Yes, come in" she called. Her face was flushed and she rose and crossed the room to sit on the bed when he entered.

"We'll be leaving tomorrow for one final mission" he said in a rush, wanting to get it over with. Surprisingly, she did not react but smiled slightly and replied

"Well, expect company, I leave tomorrow as well" When his face dropped at this news she asked concernedly

"What's wrong". He could feel his temper rising, burning within his skin, as he fought to clear his mind of the frustration he felt. "Lancelot?" she repeated gently

"Camille! You cannot just continue traipsing around! You're going to get killed" he burst out. She looked confused and started

"but-" he didn't let her finish, all the anger he felt against himself, Arthur, Germanus, and the world came bubbling out, uncontrollably, directed at her

"When are you going to grow up and realize you can't spend your life running around playing dress-up and pretend, with your armor and toy swords!" he broke off at the hurt he saw in her dark eyes

"Camille" he sighed as she turned away from him, her hair hiding her face. "Camille come on, you know I didn't mean that!" she whirled, unable to hide her hurt

"Dress up? That's what you think it is, oh noble knight? Unfortunately, whether you APROVE of it or not I will ride out tomorrow with or without your consent! Do you think that you are so high and mighty that you may order me around like some silly bar wench? Yes, Lancelot, I will ride tomorrow, by myself, and if I should be slain and if you should find my body, what will you do? Dress me in women's clothing before you bury me so that if I played at games in life at least I may be forced to face reality in death?" She finished, chest heaving, obviously very upset. He reached out and touched her arm and she jerked away,

"Don't do this, please? I don't think you're playing at games. Dammit Camille! I just don't want to lose you!" she looked as if she was about to either speak or cry so he hurried on

"look. Remember that night when I met you and we sat together by the fire?" she cut him off

"Do not speak of that to me now. Are you so intent on 'not losing me' that you would lock me away, to molder like some housewife here at the wall? One whose only function is to keep your bed warm on the few nights that you are home from doing god knows what?"

"No I-" he started again, but she suppressed at sob and shoved past him, out the door.

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