This is a Arthur / Guinevere Lancelot/OC Tristan/OC parings

Disclaimer:- I do not own King Arthur, the characters or the previous events of the movie. I do however own Kaiden, and this new plot… but not King Arthur's characters… if that makes any sense whatsoever… any way most of the credit goes to Jerry Bruckhimer and his fantastic crew, the rest of the credit goes to history

Chapter 8

Lancelot watched as Kaiden waved off his offer to help her, she was struggling forward unsteadily, the arrow in her thigh beginning to get the better of her. It was then he noticed the dark red trail of blood running down her leg as her cloak swept behind her in the wind. Damn her pride. He cursed silently.

She made a small muffled gasp ahead of him and by the looks of her weary arm she was trying to point towards her horse tied to the near tree. She stumbled back a few feet, and Lancelot knew what was coming next. Rushing forward, he caught her just as she was about to hit the soggy ground.

He picked her up, effortlessly carrying her in his arms, careful not to injure her leg further. He gazed down at her pale features, noticing she looked incredibly vulnerable when she wasn't conscious. Her hair was slightly covering her face, the rain spiralling down her curls to the forest floor. Her eyes were closed, unable to reveal the dark emerald eyes Lancelot had almost memorised. His gaze drifted downward to her soft pink lips and lingered for a moment.

She'd saved his life; the Roman he'd almost sworn to hate saved his life, and sacrificed all she knew to do it. She couldn't go back to Rome now, judging by what he overheard the soldiers speak about they were launching an invasion, most probably using the unaware Kaiden as a diversion.

She was unaware wasn't she? Then why else would she save you? He thought, answering his own question.Lancelot nodded, coming to the conclusion she knew nothing of it.

Trudging through the remaining of the forest floor he reached her horse and removed her bow and quiver. Carefully he lifted her on, him sliding in behind her and firmly grasped the reigns. He kicked the horse softly and it sped off in a fierce gallop, as if it was sensing his master's urgency.

Kaiden unconsciously fell against his chest, her head bowed and reflexively flinching against the pouring rain. She was being tossed, and she let out a groan of pain as her leg was banged against the horse's strong back. Lancelot looked down at her still closed eyes and shuffled up closer to her so she was now firmly against his chest, and he wrapped an arm around her waist too keep her from moving.

They were nearing Haidren's wall now, he call see the blurry figured of three guards at the gate standing motionlessly. After about fifty more metres he yelled to the guard at the top of the wall whom he recognised.

"Open the gates Rolph, It's me Lancelot. I have Lady Kaiden, she's injured!" he yelled.

Rolph immediately looked over the edge and complied, yelling orders for the guards to open the gates.

Lancelot rode straight through, halting the horse to a stop so he could speak to Rolph.

The young man was running down the stairs and stopped when he saw Lancelot in front of him.

"Sir, is everything alright?" he asked, knowing it wasn't as he saw the protruding arrow from the ladies leg.

"Romans." Lancelot hissed. "Get as many men you can from the surrounding houses, just until Arthur comes himself. Send forward the quickest messenger to Arthur; tell him at least two hundred men march towards the wall when the rain clears. Also send word to Tristan to come to the wall with haste."

"What of lady Kaiden?' he asked, digesting all the information with a large gulp of air.

Lancelot shrugged. "I shall tend to her myself." He said clearly frustrated, when the man didn't move he lost his patience. "Go quickly now." he yelled, and the man scattered off.

Lancelot quickly rode over to the old stables which he once occupied in Haidren's wall and dismounted, tying the horse; he slowly took a hold of Kaiden and lowered her from the horse into his arms once again.

Without hesitation he set of in search of his old quarters. He marched down the long hallway and stopped at the familiar door.

With a simple kick the door opened and he couldn't help but smile at the untouched room. Quickly laying her on his bed he stopped a maid and told her to bring him hot water, alcohol, needle and thread and bandages. He could tend to her wound; he'd done it many times before to his fellow knights in battle.

Slowly he peeled up her dress as far as decency would allow and examined the wound. The arrow had gone straight through. He was just about to snap off the end when he saw her body shiver. Her eyes opened and she moaned, scanning her unfamiliar surroundings. She tried to sit up but Lancelot pushed her back down. I was then he noticed that she finally seemed to register it was him and she frowned. "What are you doing?" she asked, looking down at where his hands had landed on her unclothed thigh in her surprise wake up.

Lancelot almost felt a blush spring up on his cheeks but forced it down, giving her a strained innocent look. "I was about to snap the arrow."

She nodded, and he could still see the pain in her eyes, through the rest of her face showed no hints of it. "And why isn't the healer doing it?" she asked, rasing and eyebrow.

"Why concern him with something so minor?" he said, leaving her no room to argue, and with that he quickly snapped the end. He heard her hiss in pain, but payed no notice to her because he knew she wouldn't want him to.

The maid returned then hurriedly bringing in what he asked for. "Is there anything else sir?" she asked, and Lancelot nodded. "When Tristan comes, send him in."

The maid placed the objects near him and quickly walked off as Lancelot went back to examining Kaiden's leg. "Alright, the arrow went straight through, so I'll need you to lift you leg a little so I can pull it out."

Kaiden sat up on her elbows, a sceptical look on her face. "You really don't know what your doing do you?"

Lancelot smirked, finally looking up at her. She was basically right. He's treated a few arrow wounds before, though none that had gone straight through to the other side before. "I know enough, now lift." he said and she reluctantly complied, seeming to trust him enough, which surprised him some. He quickly pulled the other side of the arrow out and threw it aside, then cursed to Arthur's God as the blood started to gush out.

"This is going to sting." he said in warning as he dabbed the wet cloth in alcohol and applied it to her leg. He heard her moan and fall back onto the bed. He frowned slightly, suddenly wishing Tristan was here to take over, knowing he'd just got in over his head.

The door flung open behind him and he saw Tristan eye Lancelot peculiarly before looking at Kaiden with raised eyebrows. Behind him Lancelot heard Gawain say something about him already getting her on her back and he finally snapped. "Oh shut it Gawain! I have no time for you insolence, can't you see she'd injured." he yelled, and he heard Gawain's instant retreating footsteps.

Tristan walked forward and rolled his eyes as Lancelot held onto the bandage already soaked with blood. Behind Tristan Jezebel quickly ran in stopped when she saw her injured leg. "Oh Kaiden are you alright?" she asked.

Kaiden nodded, watching the commotion before her and it didn't go unnoticed to her the small look between her friend and the inhospitable knight Tristan. "I'm fine Jezebel." she said through gritted teeth. "Now would someone just fix this!" she hissed.

Tristan shoved Lancelot away and removed the alcohol soaked bandage. "Are you trying to kill her?" he asked in his laid-back voice.

Lancelot shrugged and stood, walking to Kaiden's side as he let Tristan work.

It wasn't long before Tristan had her stitched up and her thigh wrapped in a clean bandage. He left with Jezebel, telling Lancelot to watch her until he got back from Arthur, and Jezebel got back with a hot meal for them both.

Kaiden took the opportunity to sit upright in the bed and look at Lancelot's concerned expression that looked to be pointed straight at her.

"Did you know?" he asked finally, after several moments of staring.

"Know what?" she asked confused.

"The Roman invasion."

"What!" Kaiden spat, sitting up in the bed straighter. "They would never, the alliance…" she paused, looking down at her hands then back up at him. "So this is what my father planned all along."

Lancelot frowned. "What do you mean?"

Kaiden let out a small sigh. "He wanted me to come here so desperately, he even seemed a little regretful, as though he didn't want me to come here…" she shook her head, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall, she would not cry in front of him. Instead she changed her tone to one of bitterness. "The first real piece of emotion he showed me in my entire life and that was only because he was using me as some sort of military decoy…"her voice trailed off again and she seemed to finally register something. "That's why he tried to keep me safe on the voyage here, so I could keep Arthur occupied while they invaded Britannia."

"So you knew nothing of the invasion?" he asked, and Kaiden quickly shook her head.

"No."

Lancelot let out a small smile. "I thought as much." he said taking a seat at the end of the bed. He glanced around the room for a moment, and then looked back at her. "In the forest before, the soldiers…"his voice trailed off, and Kaiden felt herself look down at her hands.

"They were Roman, I know." she said looking back up at him, holding her expression as casual as possible. "I should probably leave Britannia." she said struggling to get up, but Lancelot quickly pushed her back down.

"Where are you going to go?" he asked. "Rome? You know very well you can't go back there. Even if you could get on a horse, which is very doubtful, you wouldn't get very far with the state your in. Your best option is to stay here in Britannia."

Kaiden couldn't take much more; her strong façade was crumbling quickly as Lancelot's words began to sink in. She felt an angry tear roll down her cheek and inwardly cursed, wiping it away.

Lancelot noticed the tear and visibly relaxed, thankful that she actually showed some sort of human emotion. "Kaiden…" he began, but was quickly cut off when she began to speak in not more then a whisper.

"I know Arthur's in love with another, I'm not naïve Lancelot." she said, not looking at him. "I also know I won't marry him now, I have no intention to fulfil my father's wishes. I am no longer Roman, for I will not be part of a country built on lies on deceit." she said finally looking up at him. Another tear fell unintentionally and she wiped it away furiously. "Forgive me." she said, feeling utterly ashamed for crying in front of him.

Lancelot edged closer to her on the bed, his face softening as he spoke. "Our emotion is what makes us human." he said softly.

Kaiden looked into his eyes, as he mimicked her. His brown depths showed no pity for her, but an admiration she couldn't understand. "You have more strength in you then most men I know.""You don't have to say that just because I saved your life?" she said teasingly, giving him a small smile.

Lancelot began to chuckle but stopped abruptly when they both heard footsteps coming towards the door. He gave her a small smile and moved off the bed to the chair opposite the room. He'd just sat down when Tristan walked in, scanning the room for Lancelot. "Arthur wishes to see you." he said casually, he gave Kaiden a small bow and left without a second glance.

Lancelot stood from the chair, and gave her a small grin and a bow. "Until we meet again my lady."

A/NWoot! Thanks for your reviews! I hope you like this chapter; I'm really worried about it. Tell me if you think it's too rushed! Thanks all!