Author's Note: Thank you to my wonderful reviewers for all the great feedback. As to why the muses are able to interact with the physical world, it could be something about the authoress. Who knows how the mind works?

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Muses Behaving Badly

Chapter Four: Sex Gods

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I was officially done. Well, except for the part where I took this stack of papers and assignments to the UPS store and sent them to my professors so that I could finally get the grades that had been delayed by the extensions required by my leave of absence.

Who knew that having appendicitis in the last month of the spring semester could wreak havoc with my schoolwork? However, and this was the best part, once my professors received my final assignments, I was done. Finito. After all, the exams had been done before, just not the final assignments. Tugging my hoodie on, I stepped out of the car and hustled across the parking lot to the UPS store.

It was a simple transaction. I pay an exorbitant amount of cash to the nice lady behind the counter and get a receipt with a tracking number. Yay.

Driving back to the house, the realization that I was finally done with school washed over me.

I was free.

Well, as free as a twenty-one year old could be.

But, I was free.

Which made me think of Tristan's hawk.

Which was why Tristan was now seated in the passenger seat, fiddling with the radio button.

"Leave that, Tris. I was listening to the song."

"Mindless blather. That was not music," he announced with finality as he spun through the dial. Finally coming to the channel that played all metal, all the time, he turned the volume up as far as it could go and proceeded to rock out.

Who knew that Tristan head-banged? And since when did he know how to do air guitar?

I turned my attention back to my driving.

And prayed that my eardrums wouldn't burst.

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I was going to kill them. All of them. I was going to burn that extra drive that held all of my stories and then I was going to swear off King Arthur and never, ever write about any of them at all.

Well, maybe Cerdic. He might be fun to write about.

When I opened the door to the house, Tristan following behind, I found myself walking into chaos. Knights and Saxon were squaring off.

Wait, Cerdic was corporeal too?

"Cerdic?" I called meekly, one hand resting on the wall for support.

Icy blue eyes flicked to me and a nod confirmed his identity.

Lovely.

"What are you doing here? Hell, what are any of you doing here?" I demanded, slamming the door shut and locking it. Although, on second thought, I probably should be on the other side of that door, locking all of these fifth century men away from me.

Bors sighed. He still wasn't thrilled with the aftereffects of his little hissy fit at my coming in well after midnight. Right now One was having a quite torrid affair with Jols, the knights' loyal squire. Take that, daddio. "You think of us, we come. Now why is Blondie here?"

Gawain glared at Bors, who pointed to Cerdic in explanation.

I squared my shoulders. "Because he's going to be in my next story."

Galahad gaped at me, though it might have been the aftereffects of sexual frustration. "You're writing about HIM?"

I nodded and pushed through the knights. "Yup. I'm going to be writing about Cerdic, the Saxon Sex-God," I added over my shoulder.

Cerdic smirked at the knights and followed after me down the hall towards the kitchen. Apparently Sex Gods needed to raid my kitchen too.

"You cannot do this. Bridget, for our friendship's sake."

I spun on my heel, glaring at Lancelot. "Don't even start with me, Lancelot. And stop quoting the movie. I'm not writing about you. Any of you. For a looooonnnnnngggg time." I patted his cheek then started for the kitchen again.

"So, Cerdic," I began, stepping into the kitchen. Then screamed. "You two, off the counter! How in Hades did you get Starbuck here?" I demanded, rubbing my forehead. Great, now I had other genres popping in for tea.

Cerdic grinned, helping a blushing Kara Thrace down from the counter. "You made me a sex god, authoress. You gave me the powers of a god. Which means that I can bring any of your muses into reality, just as you have made us real."

The banging of my head on the wall seemed to echo throughout the kitchen.

TBC...

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To My Wonderful Reviewers

Ysolde: Your banter back and forth is an inspiration. Yes, our conversations about our muses inspired the coming chapters. And I'm glad that Tristan is always nice to you. Just don't let him get the cat.

cleopatra32003: I suppose that it can sound kind of cool but it's no so much schizophrenia as something else. Not sure what but the muses have the ability to interact with the physical world. And here's more.

Saxongirl345: Yup, never a good idea to mix alcohol, authors, and knights. And I'm trying to be better about splitting my time between "Who Wouldn't Want A Sarmatian?" and "Muses Behaving Badly…" There is more coming.