Disclaimer: I own nothing of King Arthur. I do own all the OC characters.
Author Note:
Hi readers,
Just a WARNING: this chapter contains language and mentions of abortion. If you are sensitive to this subject please do not read further. Its not over the top but I don't want flame reviews felling me I'm evil for touching on the subject.
Cardeia: I'm really happy you like this. I love 'Dust Devils' a lot you should be proud of the story. I'm not much of a time travel fan either which is why I based this story in the 21st Century straight out.
I wanted to do something cool so I thought them being agents was a good idea. I won't go into it very much in this chapter but maybe in the next, they come from wealthy families. I took that idea from the 'Lady' and 'Sir' titles in the myths and though why not make them nobles in the 21st century while they live wild lives?
They are not in enemy agencies. MI5 is a British intelligence agency which works within Britain against terrorists and SIS (MI6) works in and out of Britain. I'm glad I do the characters justice and you'll get a bit more info toward Vanora and Bors in this chapter. It's quite sad.
I put the friendship with the girls according to my friendships with my friends and sister. They are very close. Enjoy this chapter.
Beautiful Enigma: Thankyou! Sorry this one took so long but I've been full up with work these past few days. Writing is a passion for me so I want to make things good. I'm so glad you enjoy it.
KnightMaiden: Hey! I'm glad you like it. I'm sorry, it's not a time travel story. I wanted to put the Knights in the 21st Century for this one. Hope you're not disappointed. Thanks.
On with the show people!
Starting Over
Guinevere grinned as she turned up the volume on the car stereo. Ania and Vanora were in the BMW so she was free to listen to her favourite music. The beat of 'Disturbed's; Prayer' shot through the car, giving her a rush of adrenalin.
She racked around her handbag for a moment and pulled out a tube of lipstick. She looked in the rear view mirror and saw Ania and Vanora banging their heads to what she could only guess was punk music. Guinevere sighed loudly as she flicked off the lid-it fell into the floor. "Fucking hell," she mumbled as she looked at the floor of the driver's seat. "Screw it," she said as she applied the lipstick.
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Schiller Manor
Arthur and Bors entered Schiller Manor. Bors was confused and dazed about what he and Arthur had been speaking of in the car. "They can't be," he protested as his Unit commander walked into the living room.
Dagonet handed him a report. "Bors, you heard what she said. It was code. We learned it in our own training. They're agents!" Arthur told him sternly.
"Who?" Lancelot asked. He looked at Tristan who shrugged, not knowing what Arthur and Bors were on about.
"Just bin' visiting the girls," Bors began, giving Arthur a look of contempt. "Ania had a phone call on her phone and she said, 'Daisy is pushing them up'. Now Arthur, here thinks they are all Agents!"
Tristan laughed. "With who? We're MI5. We'd know if they were Agents."
"Not if they are SIS," Arthur said as he finished reading Dagonets report. He flipped it closed. "Right. Anderson is going back to London we're leaving. Tristan call the office and ask Sally is there has been any news on Honorius. Lancelot help Bors pack our stuff. We're leaving within the hour. Dagonet, contact Gawain and Galahad. Put them on surveillance for when Anderson and his goons arrive in London."
Arthur opened his laptop and connected a call to the head station in London. "This is Agent C, number; 670594. Connect me to Alessio Plegius."
0-0-0
London: SIS Headquarters.
5 buildings down from MI5 Headquarters.
"How are you feeling?" Daphne Stevenson asked Ania as they walked to the briefing room. Their yawning woman smiled, despite her exhaustion.
"I'll live," Ania replied. "You?"
"Left broken hearted," Daphne said sadly. "It didn't work out."
Ania stoped outside of the door and stared at her friend. "Was he sleeping with someone else?"
"No," she said thoughtfully. "We just didn't connect on that level. Don't get me wrong, the sex was great but……he's not a forward thinker."
Ania smirked. "He's always been like that."
Daphne smirked as she handed Ania a folder with a green logo on the front. "Have fun. Gov has been on a rampage about Honorius since this morning-he's planning another bombing."
Ania hissed inwardly as she prepared to open the door. "I'll talk to you soon, ok? After this I'm gong home for a bottle of Irish Cream and a long sappy DVD to take my mind of my non existent sex life."
"Pity," Daphne mused. "You should get back together with…..what was his name-Tristan?"
Ania's face fell. She looked at the door uncomfortably and smiled meekly, so as not to make Daphne feel awkward. "I've moved on. Maybe someone else will come along."
She didn't believe her own words. She'd been dodging going out with other men because then it would mean she was saying that there was no hope for her and Tristan. True-they had been apart for four years but when you love someone; you don't really ever let go.
She entered the dimmed boardroom which held a long dark wooden table, quipped with a jug of water and glasses. "Gov?" Ania asked as she closed the door.
An old man, in his late sixties, with greying hair and a thick grey moustache turned around and smiled at her. "Ania," he said kindly. "We've got a problem."
"I can see," she told him as she sat down at the end of the table. "What do I need to do about Honorius?"
'Gov' as he was better known as was truly Agent E. Frost. Everyone called him 'Gov' in respect for his role in their department to which he played the Governor of all the Agents.
"MI5 have had a team tailing one of his men, Anderson, as you have and have gathered the same information." He sat down beside her and ran a hand over his moustache. "We need to you to bring in Anderson so we can question him."
"How? He's committed no offences," Ania told him.
"Get him for having a broken tail light, a flat tire, harassing an underage girl…anything Ania!" he said in an exasperated tone.
"Yes, Sir."
He closed his eyes and shook his head. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have." He looked at her and pulled out an identical folder to the one Ania was holding. "You'll be working with an MI5 team on this one."
"But Gov-"
"I'm sorry Ania. It's orders. They've been working on the case and we don't want to make an enemy of MI5 by taking over them."
Ania nodded and proceeded toward the door. "I'll see you in a few days then Sir."
"Alright Ania."
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Nottingham, London.
Residence of Ania, Guinevere and Vanora.
Vanora put the cropped onion into the frying pan and listened to it fry for a moment. "So we have to work with an MI5 team on this?" she asked Guinevere loudly over the loud sounds.
Guinevere and Ania were sitting on the kitchen table in their Nottingham home, surrounded by paper work-related to the 'Honorius Terrorist' case, while Vanora cooked. Guinevere blew another bubble with her gum-it was a habit of hers. When she was thinking, she chewed.
"Yeah," she said, breathing from her nose as she made a loud 'scrunching' sound with her mouth.
Vanora chuckled. She stirred the chicken chunks in the pan with the wooden spoon when the phone rang. "Hello?"
Ania and Guinevere looked up from the table to listen to who was on the line.
"Yes Gawain," Vanora said, indicating to the girls that this was unexpected. "Oh it is, is it?"
Guinevere and Ania looked at one another as Vanora's expression turned murderous. "Well don't you think he had better ask me himself?" she fumed. "It is a courteous thing to do! No, Gawain, I'm not angry at you! If that lump can't even pick up the phone to ask me himself he can shove the invitation right up his-"
"Van!" Ania cried. She pointed to the frying pan which was letting off smoke.
Vanora swore under her breath and while holding the phone-listening to Gawain apologise for Bors's behaviour, turned down the heat and poured the dinner in the sink.
"Thankyou," Vanora said breathlessly, replacing the pan on the stove. "I'll think about it, alright?" She smiled into the phone. "Alright bye."
"That went well," Guinevere said as she read the papers in front of her.
"It's his birthday coming up," Vanora said quietly. "He invited me-us, to his party."
"Who Bors?" Ania questioned.
"Yeah," Vanora said whilst smiling. She wiped away a tear and looked into the sink as she tried her hardest not to give into her emotions.
She and Bors had been a serious item whilst in their last years of high school. They both went to one of the most prestigious Colleges in England-as did the rest of the gang. It wasn't until their last year that trouble really began.
Vanora became pregnant during the middle of the year and decided with Bors to terminate the pregnancy. They thought it would bring them closer to one another and when the time was right they would have a child. But it didn't. They fell apart within days and have not spoken since breaking up.
Ania wrapped her arms around Vanora's waist and hugged her. "It's ok Van. Maybe the time is right for you to get back together. It's been a long while."
Vanora sniffed and wiped her eyes. "What about you and Tristan? It's been just as long."
"He won't want me back," Ania said in a hurt voice. "He's probably moved on already, but this isn't about me. You and Bors are meant to be. Go to the party."
Vanora laughed and wiped her red cheeks again. "A lot of people are 'meant to be' and are not. Will you come with me?"
"Okay," Ania told her. "Guinevere too."
"Hey!" shouted the woman.
"You're coming and that's that," Ania said sternly. "NO excuses."
Guinevere huffed and turned back to her work. "Goddamn parties."
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Flashback:
Hadrian's College: 4 ½ years ago
Tristan moved his long fringe from in front of his face and looked across the hall.
He was sitting at the end of a long table in the dinning hall of Hadrian's College. Bors was thumping Dagonet for dumping Alexandra Millenious. One of the 'it' girls of the school. In Tristan's opinion the 'it' girls were only 'it' until their legs had been uncrossed and every guy had had just five minutes.
He couldn't really talk. He'd had his way with Isolde, but to his favour, none of the rest. He couldn't stand any of them. Talking and prancing around like chickens trying to win the rooster by stretching her chest out as far as she could.
His eyes averted in Isolde's direction. Yes, sitting their in all of her blond perfection chatting with her 'it' girlfriends like there was no tomorrow.
'Bugger.' She was looking in his direction. She smiled at him. He looked away from her calmly trying to look like he was listening to the jargon Lancelot was talking about.
He was bored within moments and rose from the table, picking up his bag as he did, and began to leave the table. "I'm going to my dorm," he said in a bored voice.
He walked onto the freshly pruned grounds of the school and walked toward the end of the castle where the dorms where.
"Oh my gosh," said a startled voice up against him.
He stepped back, holding onto a flushed girl who had just lost her footing after bumping into him. The girl moved her wavy brown hair from in front of her face and looked at him. "Hi Tristan," Ania said as she smiled shyly. A deep blush crept up her cheeks as he nodded. "I'm sorry; I wasn't watching where I was going."
"Don't worry," he said. She nodded and fixed her book bag nervously.
"Well, I'll….er…see you later," she fumbled, smiling as she walked past him. Her tight black jeans showed him she was in her 'punk/Goth' mood again.
Everyone knew Ania was a music/movie fanatic. She went from Latin music to heavy gothic. Today, she was in a Goth mood. Her yellow 'Alice Cooper' t-shirt clung tightly to her chest (he just so happened to notice) and the curves of her hips stood out with her tight pants. 'Nice arse.' He swore at himself for thinking such a thing.
Ania looked back at him and smiled.
Every mans true dream, he thought. Every guy in the school wanted a piece of her. She had been such an introverted, quiet girl when she first arrived. Never really fitting in with the crowd because she was so worried about school.
It wasn't until the last year that she relaxed more and showed more of her personality. Wild was how he would describe her. Wild and fun.
He closed the door to his dorm room with his foot and threw his bag onto his four poster bed. He wiped his sweaty forehead as he felt himself become drowsy. He'd been clean for a few weeks but it was proving hard not to take a smoke every now and then.
He splashed cold water on his sweaty face, breathing deeply as he tried to calm himself. Why did he become like this? His dried his face with a newly washed face towel and thought back to her. Ania.
"This is fucking shit," he said to himself as he turned off the bathroom light.
End of Flashback
0-0-0
Lancelot's Apartment: Central London
"Oh yes!" Aurrela screamed loudly.
The blond girl collapsed on top of Lancelot after having the most intense orgasm of her life. The dark man smirked and rested his hands on her hips as he tried to catch his breath.
Aurrela rolled off him and lay on her back. "Cool," she said breathlessly. She looked at him and smirked herself at the stupid grin on his face.
"I take it you don't peek much," he said smugly.
She rolled onto her side and smiled. "No. My boyfriend isn't talented in that area. It was great."
"I know," he told her. "So how is Horton these days?"
'Don't make her have a one word vocabulary.'
"Oh, the same," she said tiredly. "In and out of Italy like a yoyo. It's cool though. It means I can do what I like and spend his money while I'm doing it."
Lancelot grinned and looked at his side clock and mobile phone. 'Ring you piece of- yey.'
The phone rang just when the clock struck 12:34AM.
"Yes?"
'Is she talking?' Arthur asked him.
"Mum, can we…..oh. You need me now?"
'You're a dickhead. Get the information then get out of there,' Arthur told him angrily.
Lancelot grinned. "Ok, I'll be over soon." He hung up the phone and looked at Aurrela who was getting dressed.
"I have to go," she told him as she pulled on her blazer.
Lancelot rolled out of the bed pulling on his boxers. "I hope we can do this again."
She looked at him, frozen in her movement of picking up her handbag. "Okay. I'll be out of contact for a few days but…..I'll call you."
"Alright."
0-0-0
MI5 Base: London
Tristan drowned the last of the coffee in his mug and slammed his back down on his desk. He'd been sitting behind his computer watching surveillance tapes for the past four hours. He pulled his hair back from his face and leaned back in his chair stretching his arms out.
Arthur slammed the doors open and flopped down in his chair. "He's done it."
Tristan sat up and closed his laptop. "She knows where Horton is?"
"Yes," Arthur said, rubbing his eyes. "If can get him, we can get to Germanius and with Germanius we can get Honorius. But I have bad news."
"What?"
"We have to work with the SIS on this from now on," Arthur said. "They've been working on the case too and have leads on Honorius."
"Fucking hell," Tristan mumbled. Just what he needed. Know-it-all international spies on this case.
"You're telling me," Arthur mumbled. "We meet them tomorrow. By the way…."
Tristan looked at him.
"…the girls are coming to Bors's party. Put on your party hat."
"I don't party," Tristan grumbled. "Well this has turned out to be the worst day of my life."
Arthur chuckled. "You and me both."
Tristan put his computer in his bad and pulled out his keys. "I'm going. See you."
"Bye."
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Flashback:
Four ½ years ago: Tristan's house.
"I can't cook if you keep doing that," Ania said, trying her hardest not to laugh.
She was standing in Tristan's kitchen cooking pasta for them both but not going about it very well because Tristan kept letting his hands wander. He laughed in her neck knowing he would get his way sooner or later.
"You're mother will be back tonight," she told him seriously. "We have all day to…oh!"
Tristan pressed her against the counter and kissed her roughly. She dropped the wooden spoon forgetting that she was cooking and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"You cook next time," she told him as she tugged at the waistband of his boxers. "Then I'll molest you and show you how hard it is to cook whilst trying not to be seduced."
He shrugged. "I'll get take away."
"That's cheating!" She slapped his chest as he flipped her over his shoulder and made his way to the bedroom. "The gas is still on!"
Calmly, he turned around turned off the gas as he smirked, and continued toward his room. Ania sighed. "You have a nice arse by the way," he told her, eyeing it from the corner of his eye.
"Thanks. You too." She smiled as he dropped her onto his bed. "Back to school tomorrow."
"I know," he said as he lay down beside her. "Back to sneaking around."
She kissed him and moved his long hair from his face. "I still cannot believe we didn't get caught that night in the stables. I though Mrs. Woodend would catch us for sure."
"Thanks to my brilliant planning," he said smugly, "we didn't."
"What an ego!" she said. "I'll have to deflate that."
"It's undeflatable," he said happily.
"That's not even a word," she laughed as she traced the eagle tattoo on his arm.
"It makes sense to me."
"Wonderful," she droned as she rolled him onto his back. "We didn't come up here to chat because we could be doing that as we ate!"
"We can eat at anytime," he said, watching her pull off her t-shirt.
Just as she leaned down to kiss him, his phone rang. "No way," she said angrily as she looked at the ringing machine.
"Ignore it."
She took it off the hook and smiled. "No more interruptions."
Author Note:
In this story Tristan's hair is not as long as in the movie. I'm over the moon here because Mads Mikkelson's TV drama: Unit one is airing weekly (as Lucillaq as told me). I'm getting a lot of his character for this story and incorporating it with Tristan's.
I hope I'm doing ok. There is a lot in this plot and it's taking sometime. Cardeia, I hope I showed a bit more insight to Vanora and Bors's relationship.
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