Epilogue

Meg suddenly stopped falling, right onto her bed in her room. She sat up and looked around her. The room was just as she had left it, dirty. Clothes were all over the floor. Her DVDs were scattered all over the cabinet, and this was just her room. No telling what the rest of her place looked like.

She wandered into the living room to put some music on. Turning on the music, she turned around to see that one of her friends had im'ed her while she had been gone. She sat at her desk and started chatting with her friend. This was the one person she had told about her adventures in the Arthurian time. It was time to fill her in on what happened this time.

All of a sudden THAT song came on and she stopped what she was doing to listen to it. Suddenly the tears were too much for her to keep in and she flung herself onto her couch and cried her eyes out for everything she had left behind. When her tears dried up, she made herself something to eat and then started cleaning her apartment. She never knew when the time would come that she would go back; might as well have a clean place to come back to next time. After cleaning, she got herself something to eat and took a long shower. The shower helped cleanse her of her little pity party she was going through. She thought that there were worst ways for things to end.

Feeling refreshed from the shower, Meg got some snacks and drinks and popped her favorite movie into her DVD player. Even though she had just left there, she suddenly felt the need to see her friends and brothers. She watched the movie and cried when the icy lake scene came and went. She laughed at Gawain and Galahad getting drunk. She sang along with Vanora when she sang for them. She growled when the estate scene came, and she was glad that she didn't show up before Gwen killed Marius. It was the battle of Badon Hill that had her crying and sobbing like a little baby. It was Tristan's death scene that had her thanking God that she had been able to save Tristan, Dagonet, and Lancelot.

She smiled and cheered with the crowd when Gwen and Arthur got married, remembering being there and how beautiful everything was. Drying her tears, she stopped the movie and went and cleaned her kitchen of the mess she had made to get her snacks. Looking at her watch, she realized that the day had slipped away from her and she got ready for bed. Changing into her pajamas, she thought back to the night before she had left Tristan. Brushing her hair out, she thought of the good Bishop and his face as he left the Wall before the battle. Braiding her hair into two braids, she thought of her fight with the bald Saxon.

Meg realized that she didn't know what would have happened had she died in that time. Would she have come back to her time? Or would she have been dead in her time as well? When she went back, she was going to have a major talk with Merlin about this little trick he gave her.

As she lay down to go to sleep, she thought of what she was going to have to do the next day. When she fell asleep, her dreams were filled with the lovely sight of three hawks flying side by side. On the ground she saw her pure white horse running along side a dappled grey horse. It seemed as if they were trying to beat each other in a race across the fields. When they reached the wall, Meg's gaze was pulled to the top and she saw a cloaked figure staring across the field and watching the horses race and the hawks flying next to each other. Meg watched as a gentle breeze pushed the hood of the cloak off of the head of the person to reveal Tristan. She watched as his gaze roamed the field and suddenly stops on the spot where she was standing.

His face was a picture of puzzlement, his eyes widen as if he did not believe what he saw. He raised his hand hesitantly, as if not sure she was there. She raised her hand to let him know she had seen him. His eyes widen further, if it was possible, and he smiled a radiant smile. He whistled for his horse and he came riding up to her. He slowed down when got a few feet from her and dismounted from his horse. He slowly walked about to her; still not sure she was real. He reached his hand out to touch her, to gently run his fingers down her cheek.

When his fingers encountered flesh, he placed his palm on her cheek. Cupping it gently, he leaned in to touch to lips with his. Just as his lips were about to touch hers, Meg bolted upright in bed. She touched her cheek, certain that she had been there, if only for a little bit. She still had the feeling of his hand cupping her cheek. She curled up in bed and cried until she fell asleep again. This time she didn't have a dream at all.

The next day, Meg got out of bed and got ready to go to work. She stood in the shower and remembered her dream from that night. While she got dressed, her ring started to glow; she looked down and noticed that it had a small piece of paper sticking out of it. She thought it was odd. Meg pulled the paper from her ring and read it. She smiled a huge smile and called her job. They were going to have to deal without her for a few days. She had the time coming to her.

After calling in, she got her keys and drove to the store. There were things she had to get. When she got back home, she emailed her friend to let her know she was going back and that she would email the details to her when she got back home. She packed a small backpack with the things she bought and got ready to go back. Smiling and giddy, Meg brushed a happy tear from her cheek. She hoped things had gone well while she had been gone. Suddenly, she felt a tug on her stomach and she fell forward

The End

A.N.: Hope you all enjoyed it. Many thanks to everyone who reviewed. Again there is a sequel in the making, but I'm stuck on what should happened in it. I do have a begining, but after that, nothing. I would gladly use any and all help/ ideas sent my way. Can't wait to see how that one turns out.