Sorry I've been gone. We had no Internet due to putting our new floors in. Thank goodness I have it back. In the meantime, here is another chapter I wrote.

Readerfreak10: I know, sad isn't good D: Hope this chapter makes up for it.

Trickster91: Thank you for the idea! I was looking for some sort of tender moment and you gave me the perfect opportunity for one! Hope you like this chapter :D

Disclaimer : I DO NOT OWN KA. I wish I did. Sick idea, which built upon, was provided by Trickster 91.

Chapter 4: Now Look What You Did

Kana pouted as her father gave her a stern look. "Kana, you are not getting out of this bed. You're sick, and that's your fault," he said firmly. He took a deep breath. "Dagonet will be taking care of you, along with Lancelot. It's vital that at least someone knows how to take care of injuries and illness."

Kana made a face at him. "I don't need to be taken care of, Father," she protested, sniffling as she attempted to breathe through her nose.

"You have a fever, Kana," he said, folding his arms against his chest. "Now stop arguing, and get some rest." He leaned over and gently kissed her forehead.

All Kana could do was sigh in defeat as she gave him a departing hug. "Bye," she said quietly and watched him leave the room. "Ugh, that means I have to be stuck with him all day." In her fit of protest she burrowed deeper into the blankets.

At the sound of her brother's wails, a sense of maternal instinct and sadness welled up in her chest. She wanted to go soothe him, but she knew the maids would have a fit if they saw her doing so. No matter, for his wails were calming down into coos.

"Are all babies that loud?" Lancelot grumbled.

"You're louder, what's your point? And more annoying," Kana commented, glaring at Lancelot. "Now look what you did. You went and made me sick."

He shrugged. "You didn't have to make me fall off my horse," he shot back.

"You don't have to be an asshole either," Kana pointed out, causing Lancelot to flush red.

"Enough you two," Dagonet intervened, going to Kana's bedside. "Lancelot, get me some water."

Lancelot snorted, but did as he was asked, leaving the two alone in the room.

Kana covered her mouth as she coughed, the mucus in her lungs evident. She made a disgusted face at the sound, and then dropped her hand onto the bed. "I don't want to drink that. He probably poisoned it," she grumbled as Lancelot brought some water.

"I'd be doing everyone a favor," he growled. "But it isn't." He handed the water to Dagonet, who put something in it.

"Here, this should help with the coughing."

Kana hesitated, taking it. She wasn't exactly keen on being a test subject for this healing thing. For all she knew she was going to die after drinking this. Looking down at it, she could smell a faint sweet scent.

"Go on," Dagonet urged.

Kana waited for another brief moment before drinking it, only to sputter afterwards. "Disgusting. Slave, go get me some more water." She looked at Lancelot, holding out the glass.

"No please?" Lancelot asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Slave, please don't stand there, and go get me some water," Kana said, a hint of jest in her voice. She knew she was being a snob, but only for Lancelot.

He smirked as he caught the jest. "Well of course, Milady," he said, taking the glass from her.

Dagonet hid his smile as he looked in his bag. "You need lots of rest, so lay down," he said with a bit of firmness to his voice.

Kana sighed and snuggled down, not about to fight with Dagonet. Lancelot perhaps, but not Dagonet, who was much different than the arrogant knight. "Thanks," she said quietly as Lancelot came back with the glass.

He had a sense of surprise on his face, but it disappeared as she took the glass. He grunted and turned away, looking at Dagonet as if to ask if they were finished here. If there was one thing he wanted it was to get out of here so he could get back to sparring.

"We're to stay here, Lancelot," Dagonet said. "The Commander requested it."

Lancelot snorted, and took a seat, leering at Kana as he folded his arms against his chest. "She's not deathly ill, so I don't see the point of babysitting her," he pointed out.

"You know she won't stay in bed if we leave," Dagonet said. "And the Commander knows that as well. Thus, we stay."

Lancelot threw him a look. He wasn't even into this healing thing, and he had a feeling Arthur had a hand in throwing him into this mix. He'd get him back later when they were sparring. "Whatever."

"She's asleep, and I need to mix some stuff up, so I'll be in the next room," Dagonet said, and left the two alone.

Lancelot's gaze trailed after Dagonet as the gentle knight left the room. As soon as he was gone, his gaze jerked back to Kana, who was breathing easily, a cough here and there despite Dagonet's concoction. She looked innocent when she was asleep, which was her total opposite, he mused to himself as he pulled his chair closer.

"You're a pain, you know that?" he asked quietly, shifting uneasily as she coughed. He reached out and pulled the covers closer around Kana as she shivered in her sleep. But then he realized that this was showing tenderness, so he jerked his hand back abruptly, and folded his arms against his chest to avoid reaching out towards her. This was ridiculous! He should be out doing something other than babysitting a sick girl who drove him insane – more than insane.

Outside the door, Arthur and Dagonet were peeking into the room, watching the two as they did so. The two were lucky that Lancelot's back was to them, otherwise he would've seen them already, and they'd be running for their lives.

As Lancelot sat beside the bed, he felt his heart slowly melting, his guard dropping, which he mentally scrambled to put back up. He couldn't help himself as he reached out and gently touched her cheek, which was rather warm against his cold hand. He pulled back in surprise as Kana's eyes opened, his face flushing deep red.

"Don't… your hand is cold," she said quietly, looking at him.

He hesitated, eyeing her suspiciously, as if she'd try to bite his hand off if he put it any closer to her face. Normally, she probably would have if he tried to touch her. But he rested the back of his knuckles and fingers against her cheek, which caused her to close her eyes.

"Thank you," she continued in a quiet voice as she lay there on her side. His hands were rough from the constant work the young knight did, but they had a tenderness to them that she couldn't explain. "Why are you suddenly being so nice?"

Lancelot gave an offended look, as if being called 'nice' was the worst insult he could ever receive. "Why are you suddenly being so quiet?"

She smirked slightly. "Because, thanks to you, I'm sick."

He shook his head, smirking slightly as well. "Don't expect this treatment all of the time," he said sternly.

Kana gave him a real smile. "I won't."

"Good, now get back to sleep. You broke my silence," Lancelot growled, regaining the arrogant and commanding tone.

All Kana could do was chuckle before closing her eyes to drift back off to sleep. When Lancelot was sure that she was asleep, he took his hand away from her face, resting his arm on the back of the chair. "Damn her." He rubbed his eyes and leaned his head back.

Arthur and Dagonet glanced at one another and smiled.

-Four years later-

Now eighteen years of age, Kana had certainly matured from the girl she had been. Her hair hung below her shoulders, and shimmered an auburn color in the light. Her blue eyes still held that gleam of defiance they had when she was younger. Her attitude hadn't changed much, save for a hint of maturity that had come with growing up. It certainly didn't show at the moment as she crept through the trees, her hair tied back to keep it from getting tangled in the tree branches.

A smirk came across her lips as she crouched down, spotting Lancelot, Tristan, and Gawain standing beside the stream. Moments earlier, Lancelot had delighted in the old 'water over the door' trick, and had quickly scampered away at the sight of an angry Kana. You could say they were getting along better than they had years ago, but it would be going a bit far to say they were best friends.

"I know you're there, Kana," Lancelot said, and sidestepped as Kana lunged.

She squeaked as she stumbled into the stream, going down. "Damn it!" she growled, glaring up at him. Her heart skipped a beat as Lancelot smirked at her with that common arrogance air he had about him.

"Shouldn't you be looking after Kenton?" Galahad asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, the maids are looking after him," Kana said. "Are you going to help me or just stare at me? I mean, I know you find me attractive, Lancelot, but being obvious isn't the way to go." She smirked.

Lancelot snorted, gaining a somewhat disgusted look. "And you say I have an ego," he mumbled, but extended his hand to her.

Kana shook her head but grasped it, pulling with all of her might while Galahad pushed, sending Lancelot right into water beside her. "Awww, now poor Lancey is all wet," she cooed.

He glared at her. "Remember the last time you got all wet in the stream? You got sick, and I am not sitting beside your bed again." He got to his feet, stumbling out of the stream.

"Well, I'm not going to get sick now," Kana said stubbornly, getting out of the stream as well, sopping wet.

"Vanora was looking for you earlier," Tristan said, looking at Kana, which made Kana's eyes light up with surprise. She rarely heard the scout talk, but it delighted her when he did.

"Alright, thanks," she said, looking at the knights. "Next time, Lancelot, use a more uncommon prank." She gave him a teasing look before heading down the path she had come on.

Lancelot snorted, wringing out his shirt as he stood beside the stream. "Women," he growled. "So troublesome and annoying; especially that one. And if either of you say anything about this, I'll pop you one."

Tristan gave his own sort of chuckle before heading back into the woods, leaving his fellow knights alone to their own thoughts.

"'Nora! Tristan said you were looking for me," Kana said as she spotted Vanora picking flowers.

Vanora looked up at Kana, her face flushed and her eyes full of worry. She said nothing as Kana approached her, halting a few steps away.

"What's wrong?" Kana asked, eyeing Vanora for a moment.

Vanora looked around nervously, and pulled Kana closer so no one could overhear their conversation. She swallowed thickly, and looked over at her best friend. "You… you know Bors?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah, he's one of the knights. You guys have had your eyes on each other for a while, what is going-?" she started, but Vanora cut her off with a hand over her mouth.

"I'm pregnant, Kana," she cut in.

Kana's eyebrows shot up in surprise as she stared at her best friend. Her mind began racing madly, trying to figure out if she had heard correctly. Her thoughts darted momentarily to her mother, and the complications with her labor. What if that would happen to Vanora?

"I don't know what to do." Vanora let go of Kana's mouth.

"Have you told him yet?" Kana asked.

"No, I'm scared to."

Taking a deep breath, Kana ran her hand through her hair, trying to straighten things out in her mind, as if this was all a big puzzle. "You have to tell him… are you one hundred per cent sure? I can't believe you did that, Vanora."

"Positive," Vanora stated. "I'm sorry, Kana. I didn't think it over."

"Alright, we just need to take this one step at a time." Kana turned away for a moment, getting her thoughts together.

"I'll tell him tonight," Vanora said quietly.

Kana nodded, turning back to Vanora. "Good idea. Just don't blurt it out to him, but lead up to it."

Vanora nodded.

"Come on, I'll help you carry these baskets," Kana said, and bent down, grabbing two of the baskets for Vanora, who grabbed the other two. Her mind, however, couldn't get off of the news that her friend had given her.