A/N: I'm sorry about the delay in getting this chapter up, but I've had the worst enemy a writer can have – writer's block. Even though I knew what I wanted to say, I couldn't seem to type it. So, this morning, I made a huge effort, sat down, and started typing furiously. And so, this chapter was made. I hope you enjoy it (considering how hard it was for me to write it) and remember, reviews are dandy xD
Camlann: you noticed something, no one else did. Having suffered writers block though, I've postponed the storm for a better time, but it will be very soon I promise. I've had trouble liking Guinevere too, so you don't stand alone. I have almost, a pet hate against Guinevere. I've always imagined Guin, going after Lancelot, and he just doesn't want to have anything to do with her, so I'm trying to show it in this story. Thanks for the review, and hope you enjoy.
FFAMasquerade2005: thanks for the kind words, it makes me want to write xD I hope you enjoy this chapter. Oh and thanks for reviewing, as, by the sounds of it, you were busy. Thanks once again xD
DirrtyXtina87: eeehehehehehe I know. So very, very, Lancelotish. Everyone's saying that I should pair them up…well…nearly everyone. I'm confused, I'm not sure if I really want to do it though, as he'd be betraying his fatherly image that he's set up. Maybe, just maybe, I'll write another story that has him falling in love. How's that sound? I hope you enjoys this chapter, and yes, I have finally written it xD
The sarahnater: thanks for your review! And I hope you enjoy this chapter considering the trouble I had to write it xD
Wanderer of the Roads: yes, yes, all dedicated to you. I might start writing it. Might. If I can get over the writer's block. Seems to be feeling better. But then? Disaster. Lancelot is a big sweetheart, indeed he is. Four assignments in the one subject? Woah. I hope you get them all done in time. Well that's ok, if you're stealing Tristan, I'll steal Lancelot. It all works out fine, don't it? xD they're making a Tristan movie? Without him! How dare they! He IS Tristan! Yes, that was an incredibly long rant, dearie. You have to be working. Well I should be too, but I decided to post this instead xD hope you enjoys this –huggles back- oh and you update soon. Kay? xD
Gwenn0: Lancelot can so, so sweet when he wants to be. I croon about it all the time xD thank you so much for reviewing when you're busy. You've no idea how humbled I feel. I hope you enjoy this chapter xDD and thanks so much for the review xD
A few seconds after Lancelot shut the door behind himself, Honor's face screwed up tightly, at the same time she winced due to the pain that screwing up her face took. Lying down on the bed, she buried her face underneath the blanket that was over most of her body. Her chest started heaving as she tried to control her breathing. Her mind wandered back a month or two, to what had started this particular chain of events. Honor's breathing became even more uneven, and she gasped, trying to get the oxygen into her lungs. Just so long as they do not find out where she is, no harm can happen. Nothing will happen. Just so long as they…
She fell slowly into a deep sleep, images flashing through her dreams, converting her otherwise almost pleasant dreams into nightmares.
Lancelot grinned as Vanora passed him the tray of food. This would surely cheer Honor up, however slightly.
"Would you like me to come with you?" Vanora asked, quietly.
"No thank you Van, I'll be able to manage," Lancelot shook his head and smiled. "I think I have managed to scrape through her outer front…"
Vanora cut Lancelot off before he could continue. "I understand Lancelot. Go."
As Lancelot reopened his mouth to say something, she grabbed his shoulders, spun him around and pushed him gently towards the door of the kitchens.
Lancelot stopped in the doorway. "Van…"
"Go," Vanora turned her back on Lancelot and started to walk towards the huge bench which ran along three of the four walls in the room, part of which, had spices and food scraps on.
"Vanora," Lancelot turned around to face her properly. "Thank you."
Vanora looked back at Lancelot and smiled. "For you, and for Honor, I would do anything Lancelot."
"Anything?" Lancelot smirked and raised an eyebrow.
"Nearly anything," Vanora amended, emphasising the first word.
"So…you wouldn't die for me, but you would do anything else?" Lancelot chuckled.
"No. I would die for you, but there's certain other things that I wouldn't do for you Lancelot. And please don't get any ideas. I know it's easy to explain to Bors, but the bastards? They would never forgive you," Vanora picked up the small jars of spices, opened a cupboard and slid the jars in.
"Even the ones that I am the father to?" Smirking, Lancelot asked, leaning against the door.
Vanora turned around sharply and stared at him for a few seconds. Picking up a small sack that had potatoes in it, she threw it in Lancelot's direction.
Lancelot ducked, and the sack sailed over his head and hit the corridor wall.
"Out!" Vanora yelled.
Lancelot grinned, but then when Vanora started advancing on him menacingly, he turned around and walked out the door. "Bye!" he yelled over his shoulder.
Vanora stopped in her tracks and grinned. You couldn't help but adore Lancelot. He was stubborn, annoying, and only had three things on his mind at all times. But he was a good man. Turning back to what she was doing, Vanora decided that if Lancelot didn't change the three most important things in his life – women, ale (or any other alcohol substance) and fighting – to include another thing – family – he would have her to answer to.
Lancelot stopped himself just in time from skipping down the corridor. Had it been a usual day, he could have hid behind the excuse that he was drunk, but he highly doubted after the turn of events, that he would get away with anything now. Walking the familiar path from the kitchens to his chambers, he smiled as he thought about what he could achieve with Honor. Her healing had started, and for that, he was grateful.
Reaching his chambers, he took one hand from underneath the tray and knocked softly on the door. When there was no response he opened the door softly. Walking in, he smiled "Honor?" but then he stopped as he looked at the scene in front of him.
Honor was lying on the bed, an expression of pain etched across her facial features. The blanket that had been so carefully wrapped around her had been half kicked off, so it was only parts of her legs that were covered. Wounds on her arms, legs, neck had reopened and were bleeding slowly. And if those wounds were bleeding, what other wounds would there be too, Lancelot growled softly. Every few seconds, Honor would moan, and her body twisted and contorted furiously.
Lancelot put the tray down on a chair and walked quickly over to the bed.
"Honor?" he asked softly.
There was no response.
Brushing hair away from Honor's face, Lancelot cursed as her body twisted.
Sitting down at one end of the bed, where Honor's head was, Lancelot gently dragged her, so her head was against his chest. Moving so he was sitting behind her properly, Lancelot swayed slowly, whispering nonsense against Honor's hair.
"Honor, wake up," Lancelot whispered. "Please, everything's is well, no one is going to attack you or hurt you. Do you not remember what I promised you? As long as I, or the knights or Vanora live, we will see no harm come to you."
Lancelot jumped slightly as Honor moaned. He heard a very soft noise, like Honor was muttering something. Bending his head slightly, he heard the same words repeated, over and over.
"No…no…please….they would not…I will…no…" Honor muttered, almost incoherently.
Lancelot began to sway slightly, moving Honor's body in motion with his. "It will be alright Honor. It is alright. There is nothing wrong."
Lancelot blinked and sat up. The sunlight was streaming in the window.
'That cannot be right, it is still night,' thought Lancelot to himself.
A sharp knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts.
"Lancelot?" Galahad's voice floated across the room. "Are you awake?"
"Galahad?" Lancelot murmured.
Galahad opened the door and stepped through. "There you are. Arthur was wondering why you did not appear for breakfast considering you drank barely anything last night."
"Breakfast?" Lancelot ran a hand over his face and blinked, staring at his friend.
Galahad stopped, looking at something that was by his feet. Lancelot followed his gaze.
"I have always supposed that you enjoyed eating Lancelot, or did the circumstances last night prevent you from eating?" Galahad winked at Lancelot, grinning.
In a flash, the previous night came flooding back into Lancelot's mind.
The tray of food was by Galahad's feet, where he had abandoned it when he had seen Honor in pain. Sitting up, Lancelot took in everything around him, while Honor's head slipped off his shoulder and dropped slowly onto the bed.
"Did you fall asleep?" Vanora's voice floated in the doorway, and shortly her body appeared.
"I...I believe so," Lancelot said, running his hand through his hair.
"Come, Lancelot. Come with me and eat," Galahad walked over to the bed and extended his hand.
"Honor," Lancelot gestured towards the unconscious being that was spread over most of his body.
"I will look after her," Vanora smiled, walking over to the bed.
Galahad seized Lancelot's shoulders, while Vanora gently moved Honor of Lancelot's body. Galahad then pulled Lancelot off the bed, and kept an arm around Lancelot's shoulders as Lancelot shook his head to re-adjust to being vertical.
"No, no, you don't understand," Lancelot started to say.
"Come," Galahad started leading him out.
"Lancelot," Vanora said, sensing Lancelot's urgency. "Whatever you need to tell me can surely wait until you have eaten. And if it has anything to do with Honor, which I'm sure it has, well, she will be well, worry not. Now, go. After you have eaten, you can come back and talk with me."
Lancelot nodded slowly.
Galahad exchanged worried glances with Vanora, and propelled Lancelot out of the door towards the kitchens.