Chapter Nine

"This is possibly the most boring thing we have ever done!" Miracle whined. She was still riding with Galahad. He had given her his cloak earlier, and she had it wrapped tightly around her body to keep her warm. Hope, who was riding with Lancelot, glanced over to Miracle.

"No actually, that week we spent in Turkey, was the most boring thing we've ever done." Hope said.

"Well we wouldn't have been stuck in Turkey for that week if you didn't crash our car." Miracle huffed, a small cloud of warm air forming in front of her face. Galahad and Lancelot looked at the girls confused, not sure where this place Turkey was, or what this car was they spoke of.

"Wasn't my fault the breaks weren't working…" Hope mumbled.

"You say that every time you crash Fai's car." Miracle giggled.

"I do not!" Hope brushed a handful of snow of a nearby tree branch and tossed it at Miracle. Miracle ducked and it hit Galahad.

"Who threw that!" Galahad angrily said as he wiped snow off his now rosy face. Hope looked up at the sky and began to whistle.

"You are so immature Hope…" Miracle giggled.

"Am not…" Hope mumbled as she turned and looked over Lancelot's shoulder. "Wonder when Fai's going to let Des come out and play."

"Stupid, Des is seriously wounded. She will probably be in the carriage the whole trip." Miracle stated.

"Well, that time in New Orleans, she was fine after she ate a whopper burger from Burger King." Hope stuck her tongue out.

"Well do you see any Burger Kings around?" Miracle stuck her tongue out too.

"If there was, Des would put them out of business." Hope smirked.

"Most likely. Remember that time Leon took her out to dinner and said he would pay?" Miracle asked.

"Oh yeah, he thought since she was so small, who could get away with like a ten dollar bill, boy was he wrong." Hope laughed.

"Leon?" Galahad asked.

"Leon is our…umm...Hope you explain Leon." Miracle said quickly.

"He's our gay friend." Hope stated.

"Gay?" Lancelot asked raising an eyebrow.

"He likes men." Hope said, and both Lancelot and Galahads face turned slightly green.

"Talking about Leon?" The four of them turned to see Tristan riding up with Faith in front of him. In her lap she was holding a bright pink bag and a black one. Behind them, was Gawain riding up with a blanket covered Destiny in his arms.

"How did you know?" Hope smiled.

"I think the sick faces kind of gave it away." Destiny coughed. Gawains arms were wrapped protectively around Destiny's waist.

"Look what I found." Faith tossed the bright pink bag over to Hope. Hope let out shrill shriek and quickly opened her bag.

"Oooo…My digital camera." Hope took out what seemed to the knights a small metal box. Hope looked at Tristan and Faith and grinned. "Smile!" Hope shouted before clicking a red button. A bright flash flashed before Tristan's eyes.

"Ahhh!" Tristan cried out and rubbed his eyes. Before Faith could tell Hope to put her camera away, she had already taken pictures of Miracle with Galahad, Destiny with Gawain, and herself with Lancelot.

"Yay! Memories!" Hope giggled and dropped her camera back into her back. Destiny yawned and pulled what appeared to be Miracle's bag out of her covers. Forcing a smile, she tossed it over to Miracle. Miracle smiled gratefully and began digging through her bag.

"Yes, my I-pod is in here!" Hope yelped.

"Mine too!" Miracle exclaimed as she pulled out a thin piece of pink metal. "Do you have yours Faith?"

"Yes." Faith replied as she pulled her black flat steel I-pod out. The knights were looking at them confused, wondering what that metal box was, and what I-pods were.

"What are these weird contraptions you are pulling out?" Gawain bravely asked.

"None of your business." Faith glared at him. Gawain gulped and hugged Destiny tighter to his chest. Destiny snickered and elbowed him in the stomach.

"Hey, I've got an idea to cure the bored ness!" Hope shouted.

"What?" Destiny weakly asked.

"Miracle can sing her favorite song." Hope replied happily. Miracles head snapped up and she glared at her close friend.

"You can sing?" Galahad asked, nudging her in the sides. Miracle slowly nodded her head, still glaring at Hope.

"C'mon Mira, sing for us." Hope grinned.

"I don't want to!" Miracle whined.

"Please?" Hope asked, puckering her lips out and giving Mira the innocent eyes.

"Oh, alright. What am I singing?" Miracle asked.

"Dirty little secret by All American Rejects of course!" Hope smirked "You're favorite song."

"Favorite song my ass…" Miracle mumbled. She took her head phones and placed them over her ears. She turned her I-pod on and searched through her song list until she found the song she wanted. Sighing, she pressed the play button. Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth and the words to the song rolled off her tongue.

Let me know that I've done wrong

When I've known this all along

I go around a time or two

Just to waste my time with you

Tell me all that you've thrown away

Find out games you don't wanna play

You are the only one that needs to know

I'll keep you my dirty little secret

Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret

My dirty little secret

Who has to know?

When we live such fragile lives

It's the best way we survive

I go around a time or two

Just to waste my time with you

Tell me all that you've thrown away

Find out games you don't wanna play

You are the only one that needs to know

I'll keep you my dirty little secret

Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret

My dirty little secret

Miracle was trembling slightly; she never liked singing in front of people. She felt Galahads hands slip into hers and suddenly all the nervousness and fear she had diminished.

Who has to know?

The way she feels inside

Those thoughts I can't deny

These sleeping dogs won't lie

And now I try to lie

It's eating me apart

Trace this life out

I'll keep you my dirty little secret

Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret

I'll keep you my dirty little secret

Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret

My dirty little secret

Dirty little secret

Dirty little secret

Who has to know?

Who has to know?

Galahad wrapped his arms around Miracles waist and kissed the back of her neck. All around them, people were clapping, Destiny was whistling, and Hope was screaming.

"Your singing is beautiful." Galahad whispered into her ear. Miracles face flushed red and she turned away from him and faced her sisters.

"Bravo! Bravo!" Destiny shouted. Faith nodded her head at her, as she was too busy looking through her lists of songs.

"Woooo! Go sexy mama!" Hope shouted. Miracle giggled and smiled at her older friend.

"Seems you've gotten over your fear of singing in front of people." Hope smirked.

"I had a little help." Miracle blushed, looking at Galahad out of the corner of her eye.

"I wanna hear Fai Fai sing!" Destiny shouted, waving her hands about. Gawain tilted his head back to avoid being hit.

"No." Faith glared.

"Sing for me please!" Destiny whined. Faith rolled her eyes and sighed.

"What do you want me to sing?" Faith asked.

"I don't know yet." Destiny said as Gawain steered his horse closer to Tristan's.

"Figure it out or I'll sing your least favorite song." Faith warned. Destiny's eyes widened.

"No! Please don't!" She shouted and covered her ears.

"I will sing it!"

"No you won't!"

"Yes I will!"

"No you won't!"

"Jeremiah was a bull frog!" Faith shouted in a sing song voice. Destiny screeched and pressed her hands harder against her ears.

"STOP! I'm not listening!" Destin shouted, shaking her head.

"He was a good friend of mine!" Faith continued on to the next verse of Destiny's least favorite song in the whole world.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Destiny shouted and smacked Faith's thigh. Faith yelped in surprise and glared at Destiny.

"You bitch, I'm going to-"

"I want you to sing Green Day!" Destiny said happily.

"No. I'm not singing, you hit me." Faith sniffled, acting like Destiny had hurt her feelings. Tristan quirked an eye brow and looked at Faith.

"You can sing?" He asked her quietly. Faith nodded her head.

"Not real good though." Faith replied. Tristan shrugged and poked her back.

"Sing."

"No."

"Fai Fai!" Destiny suddenly cried out. Faith looked over at Destiny who was looking at her with the puss in boots face.

"Damn it Des! You know I can't resist that face!" Faith shouted in frustration.

"I know." Des smiled. "I want you to sing Boulevard of Broken Dreams."

"Why?" Faith asked curiously.

"Because I have decided that that song is your theme song." Destiny stated.

"Bitch…" Faith mumbled as she placed her head phones on and found the Green Day song on her I-pod. Rolling her eyes, she pressed play.

I walk a lonely road

The only one I that have ever known

Don't know were it goes

But its home and I walk alone

I walk this empty street

On the boulevard of broken dreams

Were the city sleeps

And I'm the only one and I walk alone

My shadows the only one that walks beside me

My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating

Sometimes I wish someone out there will find

Till then I'll walk alone

Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh

Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh

I'm walking down the line

That divides me somewhere in my mind

On the border line of the edge

And were I walk alone

Read between the lines of what's

Fucked up and every things all right

Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive

And I walk alone

Faith crossed her arms and closed her eyes. She couldn't hear anyone or anything. And frankly, she liked it that way. It wasn't that she was scared to sing in front of people; it was that she really wasn't comfortable with it. It was a very strange and awkward thing to her. Especially singing a song that described who she really was.

I walk alone

I walk alone

I walk alone

I walk a...

My shadows the only one that walks beside me

My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating

Sometimes I wish someone out there will find

Till then I'll walk alone

Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh

Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh

I walk this empty street

On the Blvd. of broken dreams

Were the city sleeps

And I'm the only one and I walk a..

My shadows the only one that walks beside me

My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating

Sometimes I wish someone out there will find

Till then I'll walk away!

Faith removed her head phones and opened her eyes. Destiny was smirking and making faces at her, while Hope, Miracle, and various other people was applauding her. Something was poking her in the back, and she glanced over her shoulder. Tristan bowed his head slightly to her. She smiled, half expecting him to smile back, but he didn't.

"Fai Fai! You sexy beast you!" Hope shouted. Faith snickered and shook her head.

Tristan pulled his horse to a stop and looked over to some trees that were covered in snow. The rest of the knights pulled up beside him and glanced to where he was looking. A screeched filled the air, and Tristan's hawk came flying down. Holding his arm out, the small hawk landed on his arm. Arthur came galloping up to them, and pulled his horse to a halt by Tristan.

"We'll sleep here. Take shelter in those trees. Tristan, Faith." Arthur looked towards Tristan and Faith. Faith glanced over to Destiny, not really sure she was ready to leave her wounded friend or not.

"You want to go out again? Here" Tristan lifted his arm in the air and his hawk took off. Wrapping his arms tightly around Faith's waist, he took of to see if the road ahead was clear.


"Don't you think it is too cold to take a bath?" Destiny whimpered as Fulcinia pulled the rags that she called clothes off her body. Hope and Miracle was snickering in the corner, Guinevere with them as well. Destiny glared at Guinevere as she was shoved into the makeshift tub and hot water was poured over her body.

"Yikes! Woman! That is scorching hot!" Destiny shouted and crossed her legs Indian style.

"If it is not hot, you will not get clean." Fulcinia replied non chantly. She poured more hot water over Destiny before she set to work on washing Destiny's tangled hair. Destiny sighed and looked down at her just barely flat chest.

"Hope, can I borrow your boobs?" Destiny asked.

"Sure, get me a knife and I'll cut you off a chunk." Hope smirked.

"That's just wrong…" Miracle frowned.

"Wait, bump that! Faith's breast are bigger then yours!" Destiny snickered. Hope gasped and threw a bottle; with gods know what in it, at the back of Destiny's head. Destiny laughed and ducked. She just happened to glance through the thin curtain that was supposed to shield wondering eyes, and saw Gawain standing there. Watching her.


Gawains feet were frozen in place. He was trying to find Lancelot, and saw him standing over by this tree, but when he called out Lancelot's name, the man did not reply. When he had reached this tree, the captivating site of Destiny bathing captured his eye. Her skin looked an olive color in the candle light, and her eyes sparkled like flickering flames.

He could not pull his eyes away from her. Though she was small and not well endowed in the chest area, he still considered her the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He let his eyes roam over her body once more, but when his eyes reached her face, she was staring at him. Her cheeks were rosy red, and she was slowly wrapping her arms around her chest.

Ashamed of himself, Gawain turned on his heel and stomped away. The thought that she probably despised him now for being a peeping tom kept running through his mind. Growling, he punched a nearby tree. Yelping in pain, he plopped down at the foot of the tree and looked at his hand. His knuckles were bleeding, and he was pretty sure he broke something.

"Great, just great…" He mumbled under his breath.


"Destiny that dress looks simply fabulous on you darling." Hope said in an English drawl. Destiny was standing outside the bathing carriage, wearing a beautiful red silk roman gown. It was a little too big for her, and hung off her shoulders slightly. The sleeves were long flowing iridescence red silk. They reminded Destiny of butterfly wings.

"I feel like a royal princess in this dress." Destiny whined "And I don't like it!"

"Oh shut up and go find your man!" Hope shouted as she closed the entrance to the carriage in Destiny's face.

Destiny growled and looked down at herself. She really did feel like royalty dressed like this. Even the way Fulcinia did her hair made her feel royal. Somehow, the older woman was able to make Destiny's hair fall in soft curls down her back instead of tangled Shirley temple curls that made her look like she had an afro.

Sighing in defeat, she limped forward in search of her rescuer. In her desperate search for Gawain, her ankle began to throb in pain. Though she had experienced far worse pains, the throbbing pain still annoyed her. Finally she spotted the form of Gawain sitting at the foot of a tree.

She limped forward slowly, not wanting to startle him. When she reached him, his eyes were closed and he looked as though he was asleep. She made a slight coughing noise, which startled Gawain awake. His head shot up and he stared at her, his eyes admiring her body.

"Mind if I sit with you?" Destiny quietly asked. She moved to sit next to him on the ground, but he gently pulled her into his lap.

"Your dress will get dirty." Gawain said when he saw the shocked look on her face. She smiled and mouthed a quiet oh.

It was quietly awkward and very unnerving for Destiny. Gawain had seen her naked and normally any guy that spied on her while she bathed, she would make sure they could never reproduce. But as much as her mind kept telling her to hurt him and make him pay for spying on her, her heart kept telling her no.

It was what scared her the most. Having this feeling for some man she just met a few days ago. Then again, he was the one to save her from the cold dungeons of Marius's estate. If anything, she owed him her life and possibly her love.

Destiny shifted slightly when she felt Gawains arms snake around her waist. She sighed turned around so she could wrap her arms around his neck. Her lay against his shoulder, and nuzzled his neck slightly. Gawain leaned forward and pulled his cloak off. He wrapped it around the both of them and leaned back against the tree.

One thing was for sure; Destiny would definitely have a hard time leaving Gawain when it was time for her to go back to her time.


Hope stood behind the tree, the shadows covering her. She had just been bathed and placed in a beautiful dark blue roman gown. The gown was a little too small around her chest, but to her, it was perfect. Fulcinia had braided her hair for her, and even loaned her a beautiful hair piece that had a crystal flower on it. Hope had wanted to look beautiful for Lancelot, tease him a bit until she got him on his knees.

But it seemed Lancelot was more interested in the woad girl Guinevere. Hope closed her eyes in a prevention to keep the tears from coming. 'Damn hormones…' Hope thought to herself. She had seen the movie many times and knew that Guinevere and Lancelot had a fascination with each other. Guinevere may love Arthur, but she lusted after Lancelot.

The hope she had was slowly breaking apart. She wanted to make Lancelot love her, not Guinevere. But it seemed that Lancelot and Guinevere were destined to love each other and she couldn't change a thing. Hope's shoulders shook furiously as she dropped to the ground and pulled her knees to her chest.

The hot tears poured down her face like a waterfall and she couldn't bite back the sobs that escaped her mouth. She buried her face in her arms, and cried like she never had before. 'I just want to be loved…' she silently thought to herself. Yes, she had the love of her sisters, but she wanted to feel what it felt like to be loved by a man. A man who wanted and desired her.

The tears kept coming and Hope sobbed harder. The memory of when was nine, and she had just fallen down the steps, flashed through her head. She had scraped her knee and was crying. Faith was staring at her with that expressionless look and told her that crying was a weakness. Hope shook the memory away and stood up. 'I'm not weak!' Hope screamed in her mind, 'I can do this; I'll show him that he's missing out on something better then that skank.' Hope wiped the tears away from her eyes. 'I am Hope after all.' Hope silently thought to herself as she walked off to find Fulcinia.


"Sing for me please!" Galahad pleaded with Miracle, his eyes resembling those of a sad puppy dogs.

"No!" Miracle whined. Galahad grinned and pulled her tighter against his chest. They were sitting on the ground, him leaning against a tree and her in his lap. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and Galahad was enjoying the view of her breast down the low cut forest green roman gown.

"Please, sing for me." Galahad looked at her and pleaded with his eyes. His arms were wrapped around her, one resting on the small of her back, and the other on the back of her neck.

"Ok…Fine. I'll sing for you, but only because I love you." Miracle smiled, her face blushing slightly from what she just said.

"You love me?" Galahad asked.

"Y-Yes." Miracle stuttered. It was silent, and Miracle scolded herself for saying something like that too soon. "Umm…I think I'll sing for you now."

"What are you singing?"

"Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson. It's one of Hope's favorite songs." Miracle took a deep breath and began to sing the song that Hope had forced her to learn.

Grew up in a small town

And when the rain would fall down

I just stared out my window

Dreaming of a could-be

And if I'd end up happy

I would pray

Trying not to reach out

But when I'd try to speak out

Felt like no one could hear me

Wanted to belong here

But something felt so wrong here

So I pray

I could breakaway

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly

I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky

I'll make a wish

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway

Out of the darkness and into the sun

But I won't forget all the ones that I loved

I'll take a risk

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway

Wanna feel the warm breeze

Sleep under a palm tree

Feel the rush of the ocean

Get onboard a fast train

Travel on a jet plane, far away

And breakaway

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly

I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky

I'll make a wish

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway

Out of the darkness and into the sun

But I won't forget all the ones that I loved

I'll take a risk

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway

Buildings with a hundred floors

Swinging around wild indoors

Maybe I don't know where they'll take me but

Gotta keep moving on, moving on

Fly away, breakaway

I'll spread my wings

And I'll learn how to fly

Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye

I gotta take a risk

Take chance

Make a change

And breakaway

Out of the darkness and into the sun

But I won't forget the place I come from

I gotta take a risk

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway, breakaway, breakaway

"Your singing is as beautiful as you are." Galahad whispered, his hand massaging little circles on her neck. Miracle smiled and laid her head on his shoulder.

"Thank you. Galahad, will you sing me to sleep?" She shyly asked. When she was little, Hope used to sing her to sleep all the time. And for some reason she felt like being sang to sleep.

"Of course" Galahad smiled "But I must warn you, my singing isn't as beautiful as yours."

"I'm sure it's not that bad." Miracle murmured. Galahad ran his thumb over the back her neck and smiled.

"I'm going to sing to you about home." He softly whispered in her ear before beginning.

Land of bear and land of eagle
Land that gave us birth and blessing
Land that pulled us ever homewards
We will go home across the mountains

We will go home
We will go home
We will go home across the mountains

We will go home, singing our song
We will go home...

Hear our singing
Hear our longing
We will go home across the mountain

We will go home
We will go home...

Galahad looked down and smiled. At some point during the song, Miracle had fallen asleep. Grabbing the blanket that laid beside him, he wrapped it around their bodies so they would not freeze during the night.

Galahad looked down at her while she slept, and couldn't help but notice how peaceful she looked while she slept. Brushing her bangs away from her face, he leaned down and kisses her forehead.

"I love you as well my little flower." He softly said, as to not wake her. Leaning back, he closed his eyes, and drifted into sleep. That night he dreamt about Miracle instead of home.


"Your shoulder is still bleeding." Faith glanced over her shoulder and glared at Tristan. He decided that they would camp in the woods next to the road that night instead of returning to the caravan. Tristan had started a small fire, and they were huddled around it for warmth.

"And?" Faith questioned. Tristan sighed and stood up. He walked over to his horse and pulled a small box out of his saddle bags. He turned around and walked back over to her. Faith scooted away when he sat down next to him, but his rough hands grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his lap. She was still facing the fire, but she did not like this position.

"It will get infected." Tristan calmly said as he tore the back of her shirt open. Faith's eyes widened and she turned to yell at him, but stopped when she felt cold steel slip under her bra strap.

"What is this thing?" Tristan asked, confused. He had never seen anything like this, on a woman or man.

"It is a uhh…" Faith paused to think of something to call it. She couldn't just blurt out that it was a bra and it supported her breast, cause then he would question her about where it came from.

"Well whatever it is, it's coming off." Tristan jerked his dagger up, careful not to cut her. Faith gasped and wrapped her arms around her chest.

Tristan pulled the weird item off her and tossed it into the fire, ignoring the evil glares she was throwing him over her shoulder. He turned his attention back to her shoulder. As he opened his medicine box, he couldn't help but notice all the scars that covered her backside. He reached up and grazed his fingers down her backside. Some of the scars he could feel, while other were beginning to fade.

A weird feeling washed over Faith's body as Tristan ran his fingers down her back. It was strange to her, how a man she just met, could make her body react in ways she never thought possible. She felt his fingers brush across an all too familiar scar across her backside, and her body quivered in anticipation. All he was doing was tracing her scars, and already she was ready to jump into his pants. The things this man could do to her.

Tristan pulled his hands and eyes away from her scars and turned his attention back to her wounded shoulder. He pulled out a bottle of ale and poured it over the cut.

"Cold…" He heard mumbled under her breath as the ale dripped down her backside. Tristan felt the sudden urge to lick it off her back, but it fought it back by reminding himself that her wound needs tending to. He put the bottle of ale away and pulled out a needle and thread. He threaded the needle and place one hand on her shoulder.

"This might hurt…" He warned before he began stitching her wound back up. He saw the muscles in her back tense, and felt a sudden jolt of pain. He didn't want to hurt her, but it was inevitable.

"You sing beautifully." He said as she threaded the needle through her skin. He was trying to take her mind off of the pain.

"Thank you." She said through gritted teeth. It was a good thing the wound was in her shoulder and not somewhere she could see. She was terrified of needles and spiders. Needles just looked weird and felt weird when they were being pushed into her body.

It was silent between them as Tristan finished sewing up her wound. Afterwards he dressed it and stood up. He placed his medicine bow back into his saddle bags and looked at her. His eyes roamed over the front of her body. She was just barely covered, having her shirt torn open and all.

He pulled out an extra tunic he had and tossed it over to her. She gratefully took it and pulled it over her head. He caught a glimpse of her breast when she raised her arms, but he ignored the little voice in the back of his head that was telling him to take advantage of this situation.

He sat back down next to her and pulled her into his lap again against her will. He wrapped two fur blankets around them, and laid them both on the ground. He wrapped his arms around her middle and snuggled closer to her. She smelled slightly from not having a bath yet, but then again, so did he.

Faith, desperate for warmth, rolled over and snuggled into his chest. Tristan was taking by surprise by ignored it. He pulled her tighter against her, enjoying the heat that her body gave off. Soon, he heard her steady breathing and knew she was asleep. He sighed and closed his eyes, but kept his ears open.


A/N: Jesus Christ! That was flipping long as hell! Lol. Hope you all enjoyed it though.

JesispurrMalfoy