Standard Disclaimer still applies and will always apply. Poetic license galore.

I had originally intended to go alphabetically, but then I had trouble dealing with Bors' thought and went against that. So I'm just going to go randomly with whichever strikes my fancy. Right now it's Lancelot because I've been told that I haven't captured what makes him so damned Lancelot. I loved the darkness about him and I was having trouble with it.

Lancelot's Thoughts

She is a thing of beauty… that woman, deadly beauty, but still. I noticed her and how she closes herself from the world at the same gives away this happy façade. I can see through her, but what I can almost see is a lost child. The bet we made she released me from but I do not understand why, most women would fall over themselves for me to be their love slave, I could live with that if I were hers or she were mine. There was something behind those hazel eyes I could not place, sadness?

I watched her with the scraggly children; the mirth and kindness never reached those drowning hazel eyes of hers. They follow her like ducklings; I would call her a duck if she would not threaten my manhood. The games she taught them were strange, new, but to her seemed old and lost like when she spoke of her home. I recognize that feeling; I share the same as her.

She has taken to the trees again, damn those trees, so close and yet so far. I cannot follow, my armor hinders me and without it I am… well… it goes without saying in enemy territory.

"You're like that y'know." I looked up into her face from the tree above me, instantly I put up my defenses, a smirking face and eyes that would not betray. I did not understand what she spoke of and asked her, I hoped she did not realize she was on my mind. She falls to the ground and kneels next to me. "I meant that you're sad and I'm not talking about how you're feelin' right now. We all know, we're gonna need a carpenter for all your wood –she grins, then falters-. But here –she touches my chest above my heart- you pretend not to feel, that every life you take doesn't kill you." She sat down to face me. I am wary of her now, I feel as though she has stripped me down to my bare soul.

"I know not of what you speak," I reply, but I do.

"You're being machismo and it's not cute." She glared. Silence reigns for a moment as we watch for any problems in the area. "I know you know what I mean, Lancelot. You can't be all cold and dark like others perceive you to be. You have a bad habit of being an ass sometime, but under that I know you've got a good heart somewhere."

"Perhaps I need for you to find it." I said my face serious.

"And now back to being an ass…" She groaned and left me to my thoughts. I had not meant it in jest, but she left already.

I watch how she moves and talks and laughs, she is kind but her soul bleeds. I saw her tenderness that I longed for when she spoke with Dagonet. I saw her humor when she was around Gawain and Bors. I saw the respect in her eyes, when she talked with Arthur, her compassion for the childishness of Galahad. Her comfort in the presence of Tristan. But with me, I see nothing of that, like she knows what I do not. In her eyes I see pity and sadness. I wish she would let me know why in her eyes my heart breaks.

And then there is Guinevere. Another dangerous beauty, but not so aware of the world like the other. I longed for her touch, the touch so wild and beautiful, and a touch the other would never grant me.

"Y'know, flirting can be really dangerous Guin," I heard her say once to the Woad on the road. They were in the wagon; the thin canvas walls did little to shield their conversation.

"I know not what you mean."

"Remember what happened with Lady Jane and Mr. Lawrence? They betrayed someone they loved and paid the price. You're putting yourself in that position." I heard the hazel eyed beauty state firmly. I edged my horse closer to better hear the conversation wondering what it was they spoke of. I know not if she could sense me, but her voice rose as though I should hear as well.

"You almost sound jealous of his attentions to me." I heard an indignant snort but no reply before the ruffling of the furs and her calling to the bay mare. I rode up next to her and smirked.

"You were listening weren't you?" she accused looking straight ahead.

"Perhaps… Lady, mayhap you tell what it was I was listening too and I will tell you whether or not I heard."

She looked at me with a raised brow and did not reply. The shadow of a smile graced her red hued lips. "Never mind, sorry."

I am in mock-surprise, "You lady are sorrowful and apologizing? What has the world come to?"

A more humorous smile brightened her features, "Shaddup… don't make a big deal about me sayin' sorry."

"Right, for it is not everyday that you have been proven wrong." I replied sarcastically, "You are always right, and love to rub our knightly faces in your always being correct. Do you enjoy being so difficult?"

"Oh puh-lease, you lot wouldn't want me any other way. I know you definitely wouldn't," She said seriously before galloping off leaving me to ponder her words.

'YOU definitely wouldn't…' Roxie… if you only knew.

A/N: Woo! It's about time, neh? Trying to pick at Lancelot's brain is SOOOOOOO hard. Does this sound like him? I sure hope so, I was working on his more deeper, angst-y side and will try to work his more… sarcastic side. Thanks so much for staying with me!

Captain Annie I'm happy you like the Lancelot scenes and that Roxie appeals to you. As for her plan with Lancelot and Guinevere, sorry but that's totally confidential… I think only my beta is gonna figure that out first. Thank you so much for your review!

Sorceress Misha Yeah, I had fun writing that part too. I figured that if she is the best at what she does then it would make sense that her modern skills would have some advantage over Tristan, right? Hopefully this satiates your need to know just a bit. Thanks much for reviewing.

Daydream1 Wow, the whole thing! Hope it was good enough. Yes, Lancelot can be a pervert, but I hope that this one showed another side to him that only Roxie can see so well. Knights playing Red Rover… LOL seeing any grown macho man playing Red Rover would be a riot, that's how Roxie's playful side works and to get everyone's mind off the more melancholy ideas. I'm glad you like Roxie. I do too. As for Dagonet dying…erm that's classified. Thanks!

Shaquana Hope you like this mini update. Thank you!

Oh yes! One more thing. If I get FIVE reviews I'll definitely put up the next installment. Waiting patiently. Virtual Panna Cotta for the person who figures out who I pair Roxie up with or if she remains strictly platonic with them. Bwah—ha-ha-ha-ha!