A/N: Here is another chapter for you guys! I forgot to do a disclaimer the past few chapters: I do not own anything.

Rockerforlife: I'm glad my description pleased you. I was quite pleased with it myself. Serves him right. I dunno if Latanie would be good for Arthur. She's loud, free spirited, and is more of a fighter. Arthur's calm and uses his words before going to the sword. Lol. Enjoy this next chapter!

SupernaturalKnight88: We'll just have to see. Hope you enjoy 3

WitheringSage: -gives a stick- Here, use this in beating Lancelot. I know, he's an idiot and he should get something. I hope this chapter pleases you

Readerfreak10: I laughed really hard when I read your review. I'm sure poor Lancelot's cowering somewhere. Enjoy the chapter

Raging Raven: Yes, we do! Hopefully this next chapter will clear that up a little bit. Enjoy!

Usersun796: I'm glad you're enjoying this. I'm not quite sure what is fully going to happen with Arthur/Guinevere, sadly enough. I hope you enjoy!

Xxroxy-dogxx: I hope they work it out too. Lol. This is a LancelotxOC fic and it doesn't do when Lancelot and the OC are mad at each other. Lol. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 10: You Truly Haven't Changed

Latanie heaved a sigh as she sat in her room, looking out the window. She still couldn't believe Lancelot had the guts to go and down that. She shook her head and looked at her hands, which lay in her lap. The sense of betrayal had renewed itself and she couldn't drive it away. "Gah, I hate him. He's not worth my time," she mumbled to herself. The hours had dragged by too slowly for Latanie's taste as she refused to come out of her room. Arthur had a few words to say about, telling Vanora that he had a hard time getting her to stay in only to have a hard time trying to get her to come out. This had earned him nothing more than a glare from Latanie and a smack with a pillow.

"Come on Latanie," Arthur said for the umpteenth time as he stood at the foot of the female knight's bed.

"No, I refuse to come out. I have no wish to speak to him," Latanie said stubbornly, folding her arms against her chest.

Arthur sighed and ran his hand through his dark hair. "You're not going to repair anything if you just sit here and refuse to look at him," he said. "It can't stay like this forever."

"Yes it can and it will," Latanie retorted, shooting Arthur a glare.

Arthur shook his head. "You are so stubborn!"

"I take pride in that fact," Latanie said, holding her head up high. She proceeded to stick her tongue out at Arthur, making him glare at her. "Aww, am I making Arty mad?" Latanie cooed, having to scoot over on the bed to avoid Arthur's lunge. "I'm sorry, Arthur. It's just so fun to push your buttons." She smiled at him as he sat up and grumbled. "You know you're loved."

"Sometimes I wonder," Arthur said.

Latanie laughed. "Go back to what you are doing, Arthur. I am fine and I may come out when dark comes around."

Arthur gave a hesitant look and was about to protest when he saw that familiar spark in Latanie's eyes. It was the spark that told him that she stood firm on what she said and it wasn't going to change. He nodded and got off the bed. "You are going to be the death of me," he said and turned to leave.

"At least you'll go out seeing a pretty face!" Latanie called after him as he left, laughing hysterically as Arthur rolled his eyes. She loved to tease him. She shook her head in self-amusement as she looked at Vanora. She gave her a small smile. "That was fun."

Vanora shook her head. "You are quite the trouble maker," she said.

"They all love me," Latanie said. "It's hard not to." She gave a teasing grin before pushing herself up and out of bed. Taking another glance out the window, she realized that it was starting to get dark. "It looks like I'll be coming out sooner than I thought."

"Don't come out if you aren't comfortable doing so, Lat. If anyone should be locking themselves up, it's Lancelot," Vanora said.

Latanie winced at the name, as if it was something so vile that she could barely stand to hear it. She merely shrugged and grabbed a roll of bandages. She pulled up her pant leg to reveal white bandages that were starting to show blood. She winced and unwrapped her ankle, showing a gruesome wound. She wrapped it again as best as she could, trying to keep the pain from her face.

"Here, let me help," Vanora offered.

"No, I'm fine," Latanie said, shaking her head. She finished wrapping her ankle and stood up, letting her pant leg drop. She looked at the young woman before. "It just stings a little bit."

"I would assume so," Vanora said and looked at the young knight. "Well, I best head down to the pub. If you wish to come, you're welcome."

Latanie shook her head and watched Vanora turn to go. She hesitated slightly but then spoke, "Wait! I'll go." She limped out after Vanora, closing the door firmly behind her. She locked it and looked to the young woman. "Let's go." She grunted and made her way down the corridor thanks to Vanora's aid. As they entered the pub, Latanie saw Bors was already there with Dagonet.

Within moments of entering, Latanie was swept up in a bone crushing hug by Bors. "Good teh see yer up," he said and released her as she gasped for air. He pushed some of her golden locks out of her eyes. "I'm sorry for what happened earlier. He's lucky we're not after him right now."

"I'm glad you didn't go after him for now. I want to join the hunt," Latanie said, smirking as Bors clapped her on the shoulder. "For now, I'm restricted to things that are not quite as physical." She shook her head in irritation and looked to Dagonet, who gave her a hug as well.

"Well, don't strain yourself too much. We still need you," Bors said, laughing.

Latanie laughed as well. "I know you guys wouldn't last terribly long without me." She gave them both one last hug before limping off to see Vanora.

--Later that night--

That night had been a busy night at the pub. Latanie stumbled forward, using the wall as a support in case she tripped. She heard footsteps behind her and figured it was one of the servants coming to grab something or assist her. She turned around only to see a figure collide with her. She let out a muffled scream as a hand was roughly put over her mouth. She tried to fight but found the individual's weight was resting on her, preventing her from struggling.

She whimpered as she tried to reach her dagger, only to find her wrists were clasped in the person's large hand. She felt fright beginning to over take her as she struggled to get free of this person's grip. She whimpered again and heard the person speak. "Make any noise and your blood will decorate the floor."

She closed her eyes and felt the tears come as she felt lips against her neck and face. She wanted nothing more than to escape that man's hold. She bit the inside of her lower lip as she remained there. The faint sound of footsteps caught her attention causing her to struggle a little bit a put up a fuss. She managed to get his hand off of her mouth by liking him. She screamed as loud as she could, only to be shoved back down to the ground. She heard the footsteps become louder before the weight was removed from her. She instantly scooted away from her attacker, watching her savior beating her assailant.

She whimpered and huddled up as she watched her assailant stumble away. She shivered, sobbing.

"Are you alright, Mi- Latanie!" Lancelot's voice appeared out of the shadows as they young knight stepped forward. He hesitantly looked at Latanie and kneeled down before her.

Latanie was sobbing freely now, pushing Lancelot away. The shock of what had just happened had sunk in and she couldn't fight away the terrified sobs and tremors that ran through her body. She drowned everything out, even Lancelot's comforting arms around her. She subconsciously held herself close to him, sobbing hysterically into his shoulder.

Lancelot gently rubbed her back as he sat there, looking around desperately. He needed to find someone else to take care of Latanie so he didn't break what he had vowed to do. He had merely been going back to his room for some rest when he had heard a panicked scream from up ahead. He had figured it was a maiden that needed saving but he never thought it would be Latanie that needed saving. Of course, with her leg, he wouldn't have expected her to get very far. "Sh," he whispered, still rubbing her back. That was when he heard her choked voice.

"Why? Why did you save me? I am nothing to you."

He looked down at her, trying to come up with an answer. "I heard panicked screams and I knew someone needed saving." He shook his head slightly with a sigh. "I cannot leave a comrade in trouble. No man… er… woman, gets left behind." He stood up, taking Latanie with him. "Come on, you need to get to your room." He picked her up despite her protests and started off at a jog towards her room.

He couldn't believe it – he had broken his vow. To hell with all of that staying away crap. He couldn't turn away from her, no matter how desperately he tried. He looked at Latanie, who had her head resting on his shoulder, her breath tickling his neck. He found her room and held her close enough to the door so she could unlock it. He kicked it open and walked over to the bed. He set her down on it and gently touched her cheek. "Sleep." He straightened up.

"Lancelot," Latanie spoke in a pleading tone. Her tear stained face stared at him with many questions.

"Yes?" he asked, partially hesitant.

"Did you ever truly love me?" Latanie asked, her eyes begging him to tell her the truth.

"Yes… and I still do," Lancelot said, turning on his heel and instantly striding out of the room. He closed the door harshly behind him, leaving Latanie to ponder in her confused thoughts. He leaned up against the wall, listening to Latanie's sobs.

"You have no clue, just how much I love you. You truly haven't changed," Latanie said, thinking Lancelot was gone.

Lancelot straightened up, wanting to open the door. No, it was best that they weren't together he decided firmly. When he heard her last sentence, he felt the rage in him boil. He yanked open the door and looked at her. "Excuse me?"

Latanie shot him a glare. "You heard me. You haven't changed from the handsome young knight that I have fallen for. You will always chase women and it will never change. The only children you have will be bastards." She looked away from his angry gaze, only looking at him when he slammed the door and walked over. She held his gaze as he halted at the bedside.

"If I haven't changed, I wouldn't do this," he said and kissed her passionately, her chin in his hand. He got on his hands and knees above her, keeping his lips against her.

Latanie wasn't quite sure what to think as Lancelot pressed forward. She automatically returned whatever he threw at her. She was so wrapped up in the kiss, she didn't hear the door open until she heard a voice.

"Oh dear God!" Arthur exclaimed, grabbing the back of Lancelot's coat. He pulled the young knight off of Latanie and threw him against the wall. "What are you doing?" he snapped, glaring at them.

Latanie's cheeks were a deep crimson as she sat there, stunned by Arthur's appearance. "Um… we… uh… were just… um… pass?" she choked out.

"Well?" Arthur asked, looking at Lancelot.

"Well, you see, Arthur-," Lancelot began.

"He saved me," Latanie cut in, looking at Arthur sternly. "I was attacked not far from my room and Lancelot was, by chance, nearby and came to my aid." She bit her lower lip. "We got wrapped up in our passion." She noticed Arthur's hair was slightly messed up. "It looks as if you've had a little bit of passion yourself. Did she finally get you?"

Arthur turned a bright red. "Not as far as you two were going," he said, gesturing to Latanie's partially unbuttoned shirt. He watched her blush a deeper red and button up her shirt in a hurry. "And I thought, Lancelot that you-."

"Were terribly mistaken," Lancelot said, looking away. "I broke my vow. I couldn't restrain my passion and I don't regret not being able to." He looked at Latanie with a sense of affection before he straightened up and walked over to her bed. He kissed her forehead. "I hope you feel better," he said softly and turned to leave.

Latanie just watched him leave, nodding. She looked at Arthur. "A part of me is still nervous. What am I doing? I love Lancelot with all of my heart, I cannot deny that. But he still hurt me and I cannot ignore that."

"Despite the fact you were close to…?" Arthur questioned.

Latanie nodded. "Yes. I'm sure I would've regretted it in the morning if you hadn't walked in."

Arthur sighed and nodded. He walked over to Latanie's bedside and sat down, tenderly stroking her hair. "Everything will turn out alright."

"And you, you just went and made out with Guinevere? After she made out with Lancelot? What is the matter with you?" she asked, frowning at him.

"I believe in second chances. What about you?" Arthur asked.

Latanie hesitated, thinking that over very carefully. Perhaps a second chance was all one needed. She kept pondering the fact over and over in her mind, looking for any loopholes there might be or possible problem areas. When she didn't find any, she nodded. "Yes, I do."

"Maybe that's the answer," Arthur said and gently kissed Latanie's forehead before standing up. He moved towards the door. "Sleep well, Latanie. I'll send a guard to stand by your room."

"I'll be fine," Latanie insisted, watching Arthur leave the room. She sighed. "Maybe he's right…" she mumbled to herself. "Or maybe he's not…" She laid down and rolled over, closing her eyes. Tomorrow, she would show Lancelot that, just because he kissed her, didn't mean everything was fine and dandy. It would take more than a kiss to get her back. This would be fun.

A/N: Yes, the next chapter I'm going to enjoy writing immensely. Hopefully, you'll enjoy reading it as much as I'll enjoy writing it. R&R please!