DISCLAIMER: (A/N: see chapter 1 for proper disclaimer.)

Normal POV

Tristan fell to the roof floor, gasping for air. He couldn't believe that the girl was able to do that. The last time he felt that kind of power was when Morgana had used her powers to heal Dagonet from his wounds and when she used her powers to keep Lancelot and himself from dying. That was about 3 years before she died from a fever…by then, she had given birth to a girl, Deirdre, married Arthur and Guinevere, Lancelot and one of the Woads that he fell in love with, and got married to Tristan herself.

'Morgana… why? Why have me suffer with your descendant…?' he thought to himself as he closed his eyes and sighed angrily to himself.

Meanwhile, back down in the apartment, Lancelot was now awake and sitting up on the bed. He had his window opened and heard Tristan screaming at someone…most likely Roxie or Amy.

'Wondering what made him get angry…' he thought as he tossed the covers to one side and got out of bed.

Lancelot stretched out his arms and let out a big yawn. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands and shuffled his way to the door. He opened it and found Galahad, Dagonet and Bors asleep on the couch, with the TV volume low. He took the remote from the end table and changed the channel to a music video. He crept back to the room and blasted the volume up before closing the door quickly. This caused Bors and Dagonet to jump up, crushing the youngest knight a bit.

"Gitofmit," Galahad said from in between the two big knights.

"What's that?" both knights asked.

Bors had to lift himself a bit as Galahad was hitting his back.

"Get off me," Galahad said more clearly as he struggled underneath the two knights.

"Oh. Sorry, lad; couldn't 'ear ya," Bors replied as he chuckled heartily.

"Couldn't hear me? I was yelling for you to get off my head, Bors…"

"Okay, you two…just relax, all right?" Dagonet asked sternly as he held up his hands.

"Oy, ye seen th' remote?" Bors asked out of nowhere as he realized that the TV remote was missing.

"Yeah…I wonder where it is…" Dagonet agreed as Galahad went over to the TV and lowered the volume down to a relatively good point.

Dagonet went over to the door leading to one bedroom while Bors went to another. Both nodded their heads as they opened the doors at the same time. Bors had to close the door quickly because Amy was yelling at him to close the door, causing the knight to blush. Dagonet, on the other hand, grabbed Lancelot by the scruff of his neck and dragged Lancelot out of the other bedroom.

Lancelot, unfortunately, was trying to sniffle his laughter, but wasn't too keen on getting into the joint bathroom in time, since Dagonet had opened the door to see him with the remote in his hand. Lancelot was now saying 'oww' and 'let go' at Dagonet as the big knight had gotten the cunning knight into the living room and smacked the back of Lancelot's head lightly.

"Don't do that again, you hear? People were trying to sleep in here in the first place," Dagonet said as he took the remote back from Lancelot.

Amy, by the time Lancelot muttered his 'sorry', came out of her bedroom in a black tee that read 'Legolas is my House Elf', a pair of cargo pants that were in desert cameo print, and a pair of black Converse sneakers. She was wearing a pair of eyeglasses that complimented her eyes slightly.

"Sorry 'bout barging in like t'at, lass. Just trying ta find th' remote for th' TV, t'at's all," Bors apologized, his face nearing flushing.

"It's ok, Bors. I bet that Vanora never caused you to blush like you did moments ago," Amy said with a genuine smile as she rubbed the back of her neck.

"I see that you're wide awake, milady," Gawain said as he exited from Amy's room.

"I see that you're up as well, Sir Gawain…and, my name is not 'milady'. It's Amy…calling me 'milady' sounds a bit too formal for my taste, if you ask me…" Amy said as she looked at Gawain with a 'know-it-all' look on her face.

"Fine, Amy it is then," Gawain said as he kissed Amy's hand lightly.

"Okay, you also need to stop that…that's a bit too 'flirtatious'…" Amy added with a laugh as she pulled her hand away.

"All right then," Lancelot said with a smirk on his face as he tried to kiss Amy's hand, but got a shove backwards instead.

Bors and Dagonet had a laugh at that one. Arthur and Guinevere, who just came from outside, saw this and the couple laughed lightly at them.

"Well, it seems that she's in better shape," Guinevere said as she smiled.

"Oh, Lady Guinevere…I—I didn't know that you—you were even here," Amy apologized as she lowered her gaze to the floor.

"No need for formality, miss. All is well," Arthur said to Amy.

"Thank you, but due to my bringing up, I must decline and still address you two as I should be," Amy said, not taking her gaze up from the floor.

Without her husband to stop her, Guinevere walked over to Amy and lifted Amy's head with her chin.

"No need to address us like that, young one. I would prefer with much pleasure if you were to address my husband and I like equals. After all, we weren't of high status before we were married," the older woman said to Amy with a genuine smile on her face.

"I guess I will try to adjust to that then, Guinevere," Amy replied.

Tristan, all the while, made his way down to the apartment. As he walked to the doorway of Amy's room to the living room, he stopped to see the exchange between Lancelot and Amy. He smirked when Lancelot got smacked in the back of his head for his sly flirtiness. He was surprised to see some of Morgana's traits in this girl. He wondered what else she had from his former wife.

"Ah, there's our silent friend!" Galahad said when he saw Tristan at the doorway.

Everyone, including Amy, turned to see Tristan there. Amy smiled at the silent knight, confirming the knight that Amy also inherited that smile that would brighten anyone's smug days.

"So, where did you run off to, Tris?" Gawain asked. "Last I remembered, you never came for dinner last night…"

'So, he was up there since I passed out? That's something not like him in the first place,' Arthur thought as Tristan just shrugged his shoulders.

"Just needed to get some air in here…after all, it smelt like horses' arse in here last I remembered," Tristan said.

Amy just shook her head as everyone but Bors laughed.

"T'at ain't funny, Tris. Y' know t'at it never smelt like—" Bors said, coming threatening towards the silent knight.

"I think, Bors, he meant the cooking last night," Dagonet said.

"What was for dinner last night?" Amy asked.

"It was Philly Cheese steak with brown rice and chilly beans," a new voice said.

Everyone turned to see Roxie at the doorway from the hallway. Roxie was now sporting a black, short shaggy haircut with strikingly blue eyes and a pinstriped two-piece suit with black leather Stilettos. She was holding a suitcase, which might have about a thousand dollars, in the eyes of the unknown. But, for Amy's psychic mind, it was about a million.

"Good morning, Amy. Had a good night's rest?" Roxie asked Amy.

"Just peachy. Anyway, what's for breakfast?" Amy asked, noticing the pans that were hanging about on the counter.

"Eggs, ham…and some toast. Want some?" Gawain asked as he got himself over to the kitchen area.

"Sure…my eggs will be scrambled, please…and the toast, you can leave out," Amy said as she placed her glasses on her head.

"You wear contacts?" Roxie asked, a bit curious about Amy's choice in eyewear.

"Yeah…it's always in a different color; it's something that I have to do," Amy replied as she rubbed her eye a bit. "I'm thinking about going for lavender for the day: I've had people telling me that they like it when I'm wearing lavender or light grey…"

'So, she also changes her eye color…makes you wonder if her eye color is of a hazel brown color or not,' Tristan and Roxie both thought as Gawain started to get orders from everyone.