"Good job on the mission Saber. You took down those Hannibals like nothing. But... are you sure you're not overworking yourself? You've been like this ever since Shi-"

"Thank you for your concern," Saber said coldly, "But I'm fine."

Turning from Hibari, Saber made her way to the elevator out. Reaching it, she entered and pressed the button corresponding to the Veteran Section.

Standing quietly, she listened to the music playing, using it as a distraction to her thoughts. It was a sad melody. She vaguely remembered hearing something similar to it after her team...

Shaking her head, the elevator came to a stop. Hurriedly getting off and making her way to her room, she opened the door and entered.

Her room was spartan, the only things in there being a bed, a wardrobe, and a bedside table, on which was a photo frame flipped on its face.

Walking to her wardrobe, she began to take off her combat outfit. Looking at the royal blue colouring only brought up bad memories, but she refuses to wear another outfit because of those same memories.

Sighing, she put on a white nightgown, almost see-through, before walking to her bed and falling in. Hugging her pillow, she hoped she would be free of any nightmares that would interfere with the next day's missions.

*Page Break*

"Arturia..."

Blinking, Saber turned, only to see nothing. It was pitch black, and she was unable to see anything. She called out, trying to find the owner of the voice.

"Arturia..."

There it was. Closer this time. Not only that, but she could hear something else too. Something constant. She called out once again.

"Arturia..."

It was much closer now. And the other sound she heard had gotten clearer. It sounded like... rain? Her surroundings had started to become clear, no longer pitch black. It was like... mud...

No... It couldn't be...

"Arturia..."

Looking down, Saber saw him. Arthur. Blood stained his royal blue coat, and her hands.

"No! No, Arthur, please! Don't leave me!"

She couldn't help it. Seeing it again, she couldn't help but to let out her grief.

She cried and sobbed, until eventually everything faded. Arthur. The rain. The mud. Everything. Back to pitch blackness. But then...

"Saber."

From behind her, a voice rung out. Turning, she caught sight if who it was.

"Shirou..."

Smiling, Shirou told her,

"Don't cry. Everything will be alright. I pro-"

*Page Break*

Gasping, Saber looked around her room, only to see she was alone. Putting her hand to her head, she wondered on the strange dream she had, before shaking her head and getting ready for the day.

Putting on her combat outfit, she left her room and made her way to the vending machine outside her room. Putting in the required number of Fenrir Credits, she began to grab an assortment of the various foods available.

As she began to eat, she sighed, missing the joys of a full meal. But, she figured, this was her punishment for everything she's done. Or wasn't able to do.

Entering the elevator, she selected the Den and listened to the sad music still playing. As the elevator arrived, and she ate the last of her breakfast bars, she exited and made her way to Hibari.

Seeing her approach, Hibari sighed, before asking,

"Here for another mission Saber? Don't worry, we got one. It's just a Borg Camlann in the Infernal Subway. That sound good?"

Seeing Saber mutely nod, Hibari sighed again, before assigning Saber to the mission and giving her the go ahead.

Nodding again, Saber made her way to the God Arc bay. Entering, she saw it was mostly empty, except for one other person, standing in front of a God Arc. He was tall, with tan skin and white, slicked back hair. He was wearing a strange red jacket over what appeared to be black, form-fitting body armour and pants.

Assuming he just came back from a mission, she began to make her way past him, before taking note of what, or rather who's, God Arc he was standing in front of. It was Shirou's God Arcs, Unlimited Blade Works. They were still mostly shattered, but they were apparently going to be repaired when Shirou awoke. Despite being clearly broken, they were still somehow alive.

Without realizing, Saber had begun standing in front of the God Arcs, right next to the man. It was at this point that the man noticed Saber's presence.

"Oh, sorry. Is this your God Arc?"

Blinking from her focus being broken, Saber turned to the man, before frowning and answered,

"No. They belong to a friend of mine."

"A friend, huh? He must be a lucky guy, to have such a beautiful God Arc."

Saber looked at the man, slightly confused as to why he had such a cocky smirk, but ignored it, instead looking back to the blades.

"Beautiful, huh? Maybe they once were, but now they're just a shattered remnant of what they once were."

"Even so, there's still a beauty to the blades. Despite being so broken, they still live to fight by their wielder's side again."

Saber was confused at the man's views on the blades, but decided to put it on the backburner to instead be polite.

"Ah, where are my manners? My name is Saber. It's nice to meet you."

Putting out her hand, Saber said as such. The man seemed surprised, before shaking it off and taking her hand.

"Saber, huh? Nice to meet you. You can call me... Nameless."

"Nameless?"

"Yeah. Nameless. As long as you don't tell me your name, I won't tell you mine."

Letting go of her hand, the nameless man began to walk away, calling out a casual goodbye as he did. Saber was stunned. While no one believed her name was actually Saber, no one called her out on it either. It was strangely relieving having someone say that.

Shaking her head, Saber went to get Excalibur and begin the mission.

But he just wouldn't leave her mind.

*Page Break - Several hours later*

Once more arriving at her room on the Veteran Section, Saber stripped herself of her combat armour and put on her nightgown.

Climbing into her bed, she hugged her pillow again, and hoped for no nightmares to plague her rest.

*Page Break*

She was standing in a grassy meadow. The sky was blue, the sun was shining, the birds were singing... It was perfect. She began to walk forward, feeling how her hair, no longer in a bun, blew through the air, along with her light blue dress.

Reaching a tree, she decided to sit down in the shade of it. Closing her eyes, she just felt the noises of nature flowing around and through her. That was then interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Opening her eyes, she saw someone familiar.

With short blonde hair and emerald green eyes, he stood taller than her in a royal blue sweater. With a smile, he said her name.

"Arturia."

Without warning, a sob wracked through her body.

"A-Arthur..."

Still smiling, Arthur walked towards her, and brought himself to his knees in front of her.

"Hey, Arturia."

With another sob, she reached out her arms for him.

"I-I'm... I'm so-sorry... Arthur..."

He then engulfed her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and bringing her head to his shoulder.

"Shh, shh. You have nothing to apologize for Arturia. None of what happened was your fault."

Gripping his shoulders, she choked out,

"B-But it is! If-If I were a b-better leader... Or if I w-were stronger... then nobody would have... then you would have...!"

Rubbing her back, Arthur lightly chuckled.

"It's fine Arturia. It wasn't your fault. I promise. Would I ever lie to you?"

Pulling back to look her in the eyes, Arthur then continued,

"I don't blame you. And neither does anyone else either. Trust me on that. To us... You were like our King."

In that moment, she felt as if it wasn't just the two of them. Looking up, she was barely able to see the silhouettes of her old teammates. An older man, with short purple hair and a lined face, a gentler looking man with white hair in a ponytail, a strong looking man with messy blonde hair, a young man with curly white hair, and a young woman with blonde hair in a spiky ponytail, all smiling at her.

"Thank you..."

With a small smile on her face, Arturia muttered that as she continued to cry, now tears of happiness rather than sadness.

"I promise..."

Jumping slightly, Saber looked to see where the voice was coming from, only to come up empty.

"I promise... You won't have to cry anymore. Saber."

With that the dream ended.

*Page Break*

Waking up, Saber slowly pulled herself up, before thinking on her dream. Reaching for her face she felt it was slightly damp, and promptly wiped her face. Getting out of her bed, she moved to her wardrobe.

She was about to put on her combat outfit, but hesitated and decided otherwise, instead grabbing the white blouse and blue skirt.

Now fully dressed, Saber left the room the same as it was, aside from a certain photo frame finally standing up properly.

As she walked, she decided she would have breakfast and then... who knows?

Maybe she'll visit Shirou.

*Page Break*

Thank you for reading. This is Cee, and I have noticed that I have so much more (500 words more to be exact) to say for Saber than the other two. Probably because she's the one I've given the most background. Huh.

Thank you to gwojo for favouriting and following.

Goodbye.

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