Alright, you asked for it, so don't complain now that you've got it. Please take note that I have never wrote anything like what is contained in this chapter ever before. There are a few sex implicatons, however, there have ben some littered throughout the story, so I guess this isn't too different...well, just read and you'll see. Also, this is the last chapter for a few days, I will be away at a larp all weekend and will be very busy. Really, I'm just gald to be alive, I nearly drowned myself via choking on my drink. I was getting a microwave down from a high shelf in a friend's garage to use for the larp and I had a bottle of ginger beer (really strong, spicy, burns on the way down your throat version of ginger ale) so to free up my handsI put the end of the neck of the bottle in my mouth. I got the microwave down no problem but as I was figuring out how to get out of the littlw jammed area that I was standing in, 1 foot on each side of a couple of boxes kind of thing, I accidentally raised my head a little to far and all the sharp burning soda went flooding in my mouth, up my nose, maing my eyes water instantly and I couldn't even move to do anything. I had enough sense to quick lower my head but as I was trying to breath through the stuff caught in my mouth and nasal passage, and i couldnt cough cause the bottle was still in my mouth, I ended up doing it again and I ended up having to yell (which was more like muffled screams) and my boyfriend came running and grabbed the microwave quick while I went and hacked until I could breathe again. Ai, it was a nightmare driving home. And I had to listen to that stupid microwave rattle in the backseat the whole way. So, the usual, I don't own it. Wish me luck role playing and killing people at the larp and a very happy Easter to everyone of my readers. I really do hope that some of you enjoy this chapter, just keep in mind; its what you wanted.

Time May Change

I awoke the next morning with a load groan that might have been a yawn. My head is a little sore and I hate myself for getting drunk once again. the events from the night before start playing on my head and I roll over thinking about how I would kill Tristan if he ever tried anything on me. I open my eyes…and scream.

"Tristan, what are you…what the hell…get out of this bed now!"

At the same time Tristan's voice joined the chorus with "How did I, did you…What the hell….get out of my room!" We instantly withdraw from our close lying position, Tristan almost falls out of the bed, I smack my head against the wall and then, more lovely singing.

"When did you get in bed with me? Sorry, WHY are you still in the same bed? Did you do anything?" I shove him fully out of the bed and I am thankful to see that both he and I are still fully clothed, although that still could mean nothing.

He stands and stares at me stupidly before shaking his head in frustration. "Bors…I'm gonna kill that man."

"What, don't blame him for your disgusting hormone problems…god you're worse than Lancelot." I wrap the sheet around me defensively despite the fact that I am already covered up.

"No…" he says reflectively. "No, it was Bors." He says this so calmly, yet lethally, I swear I'm going to kill him before the day is threw.

"Last night, he woke me up, I remember now; I fell asleep in the hall outside the room. I was still drunk and half passed out. He put me in bed with you, its not my fault."

"You think I'm going to believe that, you scum bag?" I stand up ad shout in his face while searching around for any miscellaneous items that might be mine so I can leave the room.

"Do you possibly think I would want to sleep with you?" He actually looks me boldly in the eyes as he speaks, and I believe him. What's more, it hurts.

"Why not? Not that I want you to sleep with me or anything. I can't stand you."

"Well I don't really care much for you either, I'm just stating that I wouldn't waste the time with you, you've never even done it before." He remarks somewhat coolly.

I fell very close to slapping him right now. I am very angry; I can feel the rage swelling inside like a huge wave. "You've never been with anyone either, remember?" I now find myself in a bit of a stare down with him. I glare angrily at him, but inwardly, I can't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. Somewhere behind the mess of braids, I'm sure he's laughing too.

I narrow my eyes, trying to hold onto my glare. My left begins twitching.

"Your eye is twitching."

"I realize that, thank you."

"It's cute."

Is that a smile I see? I think it is, very faint, but still there. I need to know where all of this is leading, so I decide to play more with the situation. "Do you think Gawain would like it?" Ah, I see, that does irk him.

"I thought you didn't like Gawain." I stiffen slightly as he says this and he unfortunately notices.

"I thought so. Let that notion go, you won't have me going and getting jealous over him, I don't want to be with him."

"Who then do you want to be with?" I am not playing into his hands, I will be strong, and I will retreat…retreat…retreat already! Crap, I'm not going anywhere.

"I don't know…" at least he didn't say he wanted to be with me. "But you're the only one who understands me."

Somehow his words melt the ice around my heart and I finally see some light. "You're the only one who didn't see right past me, you understand me too." I shrug and act like its nothing. Regardless if how he pr I feel, I am not getting involved in anything, especially not with one of Arthur's friggin Knights of the Round Table. I give him another cold look. "Did you think you were going to get the girl? I'm not for sale, and I don't buy into this crap either." I don't care if he understood that or not, I am getting out of here.

"Do you think you can just shove feelings aside so easily?"

"Yes, I do. That's all I've done my whole life," my voice gets choked up and kind of angry and raised. "And from what I can tell, its all you've done to. We aren't human, we don't feel. We are only here to live and to die, noting more." I shout the last few words and I see him lock his shoulders defensively at my little speech, letting all emotions just drain to his feet like they always do. I shake my head; nothing will ever change.

My eyes are a bit teary in truth as I reflect on my hollow and wasted shell-like life. I know nothing, I feel nothing, and I want to know what live is. and I think he does too. I close my eyes and take a deep breath; I don't want to live like this anymore, at least, not without knowing. And I want him to do something other than stare at me all morning long.

"Can't you just for once do something? Show some sort of emotion, a feeling, just do something! I'm so sick of this!" I actually yell at him, and I blame it on my hangover that for some reason, isn't fully taking effect (yet). I see his eyes flicker. Deep down I know something is going on in his head, but I don't wonder long.

I suddenly find myself on the bed, on my back, Tristan above me. his shirt has been discarded and mine is following suit. The rest of our clothes soon become lost on the floor. I smile up at him, letting him know with the truth in my eyes that I want this for both of us. Tristan lowers himself down, and we are soon lost together in the morning hours experiencing bliss together. Outside the door I can vaguely hear footsteps walking down the hall slowly. I don't know it, but Bors is shaking his head smiling. And to himself he says, "I knew it, I knew I could get the boy in bed with her."