Well here you guys go..chapter 4...Aislin finally meets the Knights! hope you enjoy...:]

A Scout's Finding…..chapter 4

(Aislin's View)

I'm not sure what possessed me to agree to meet up with my father again so soon after the party; yet here I was sitting on his stupidly uncomfortable couch, across from him and his Barbie doll aka BD or Debbie was what he said her name was. My eyes narrowed just thinking about her; stupid Debbie. I felt like I was about to burst; no one had said anything since we sat down, and frankly I was losing what little patience I had left. I looked between the two, my father was clutching BD's hand for dear life; looking as if he was about to bolt any minute and Debbie, freaking Debbie looked like someone shoved the sun up her ass. Oh this is ridiculous; I though, so to break the tension I cleared my throat, "So why am I here?" My tone may have held a bit of aggravation but really, we had been sitting in silence for like twenty minutes. Who does that after asking you to come over and talk! I had place to go, people to see. Well not really but I had better things to do then sit here all day with my father.

"Well honey," I hated that nickname; my mom was the only one allowed to call me that and the way he said it all sickly sweet made my insides curl. "I thought that we should have a family talk." His answer was rushed like he had rehearsed it a thousand times and still was uncomfortable with whatever it is he wanted to say. His eyes seemed to beg me to understand something that remained unspoken. Oh hell, I just knew something bad was going to come out of this. I folded my arms across my chest, waiting for him to continue as I started jiggling my leg out of habit, something I got from my mother.

"Oh Alex, just tell her already!" BD exclaimed sounding exasperated as she rolled her baby blue eyes; clutching onto my father's arm. "She'll be happy for us!" She looked at me a sickly sweet smile on her fake-in-bake face. I didn't think British people turned oompa loompa. Hmm. Oh God, she must be Prego..

"Happy for you? What did you finally pass your second year in college? Or did you knock her up?" I know I shouldn't be so harsh but I really didn't like her, "Because I would just be tickled pink to have another Barbie around, maybe we could play dress-up?" I said flatly. Obviously Barbie didn't like that because suddenly the water show started before she dramatically ran up the stairs. I would have clapped at the shows ending but thought against it. I felt a small tug of guilt but it was pushed aside by the overwhelming feeling of accomplishment. I suppressed a smirk from playing on my face, when I heard a door slam upstairs. I leaded deeper into the couch enjoying my victory.

"Aislin! That's enough!" I swear I almost got whiplash because of how fast my head shot over to look at my father; he never raised his voice to me before. He stood from the couch, towering over me. I leaned forward my defenses go up, "Debbie and I are getting married, we thought you could enjoy this with us, but apparently nothing I do pleases you." My father said sighing, as if his goal in life was to please me and I was just some little spoiled brat that didn't appreciate it. He looked at me intently for a moment, his eyes hardening into a glare before he ascended the stairs to calm BD. As he disappeared from my sight, I stood and paced around the large room, married how could he get married? I thought to myself. I couldn't believe this I slammed my fists on the nearest surface; which just so happened to be the wall the walking stick was leaning against. The sudden motion caused it to topple over; I tried to catch it with my ninja like moves but was to slow. It crashed to the ground, which caused me to flinch and turn my gaze towards the stairs, shattering the orb that had sat on top; little shards flew everywhere. I cursed to myself, leaning down to start cleaning up the mess before I headed home. That's when I noticed the slight glow that has engulfed the room. There was a strange mist that seemed to incase the whole room in a bluish fog. My dream from the day before flashed through my thoughts and a feeling of excitement shot through me. I stood up slowly moving my hand back and forth through the fog. The fog seemed to twist and bend until it formed a hazy figure. My eyes widened when the familiarity of the figure hit me. The old man from my dream! He started murmuring, his chanting getting louder as he walked closer to me. Each step he took towards me was one step I took trying to move away from him. I noticed I wasn't scared, I just felt slightly cornered. He raising his hand and pointed at me; continuing his chanting.

"Holly-" was all I was able to get out before falling into blackness.

(Tristan's View)

It had been a day since the other Knights and I had returned to Hadrian's Wall and of course nothing had changed. We were all welcomed by the small amount of people that called the fort home; which consisted of mostly Bors bastards and Vanora his lover. In the crowed I had also seen Maurya, Vanora's younger sister. The same blasted woman both Lancelot and Galahad hadn't stop talking about the whole time of our journey. I had never been so grateful to Arthur when he sent me out scouting every few hours. While she was a kind and beautiful girl, hearing about her day after day had put everyone over the edge; even Bors and he lived with her. It had been rather amusing seeing the expression the young pup had when Lancelot had called her out before embracing her warmly; I had to suppress a chuckle since I was surrounded by said Knights as we trained at the barracks. The barracks were almost like a second home to us all, being one of the place we spent countless hours. I looked up from my sword to see Lancelot sparring with Galahad. Knowing already that something bad was to come out of it, for it seemed both Lancelot and Galahad were in a mood.

"Maurya looked quite delicious last night didn't she? She was rather excited to see me when we returned I believe, she smelled bloody wonderful and felt so warm wrapped around me." His cocky smirked played on his face, his eyes danced with mischief as he mocked the pup; before a looked of shock flew across his face as a shout of anger came from the pup before Galahad charged at him with great vigor; only allowing him a few seconds to block him with his own sword. Galahad's face was contorted with anger as his lashed violently at Lancelot. I looked over at Gawain meeting his gaze, a small smile lay on his face but I could see the concern for his brother in his eyes. He nodded his head acknowledging that he too knew what this was about and knew why Galahad was on edge. We had been the only ones who had taken notice of the jealous look that had danced in Galahad's eyes when he saw Maurya embracing Lancelot with such enthusiasm and it didn't help the look Lancelot threw over the top of her head at the pup either when her face was buried in his armored chest. I remember they had almost looked like a pair of lover's meeting again, though it was a different sight then how Bors lover Vanora greeted him; especially as she held Bors youngest bastard on her round hip. I knew that was how each yearned for but both were too oblivious to notice. It came a surprise to most of the Knights at how close the two were, especially because it was Lancelot except for myself, Galahad and Gawain for we ourselves were close to the young women, but all of us knew that Maurya had had her eyes and heart set on him ever since she had been a young girl.

I looked back over to my brothers not surprised at what I saw. Galahad had dropped his sword and had attempted to hit Lancelot with is fists. I could tell what was going through his head. He was most likely trying to protect Maurya's honor. Lancelot dodge easily, left and right, egging him on before he too dropped his swords; holding his arms out as if to embrace Galahad. Galahad took the opportunity, he tackled the cocky bastard to the ground adding a few good punches to Lancelot's pretty face. Both Gawain and I snorted in amusement as Bors and Dagonet cheered them on. From the corner of my eye I say Arthur appear and he wasn't alone. Next to him stood Maurya and had stopped mid-sentence, a surprised look on her delicate face. Arthur looked down at her a concerned look etched across his face. Following her gaze he was met with quite a sight, seeing the pair of them in a brawl. A look of authority settled in his eyes before he opened his mouth ready to call them to a halt, only to be interrupted by a angry looking Maurya.

"What in Gods name do you two think you doing!" She screeched, imitating her sister perfectly as she pushed Galahad off of Lancelot with strength that shocked all of us, even myself. She looked down at Galahad, something dangerous flashing in her eyes seeing his busted lip. She looked him up and down, stopping for a short moment to watch the rise and fall of his chest, as if checking to see if there were any more injuries. A true friend, I thought. I heard Gawain snort when her eye even twitched a little and a look of concern took over the look of shock and anger as she looked over at Lancelot a small smirk was plastered on his bruised face. Her head snapped back to Galahad eyes narrowed and we all could see him shiver from her icy stare as his smirk vanished instantly.

"You-she pointed at Galahad- you get yourself to the infirmary before I lay into you, you, Uh!" She snarled harshly causing Galahad's light eyes to widen in shock. She had never spoken to any of us including him ever. He looked like he was about to protest but she interrupted him, "You heard me get going. I'll come and check on you later." She left no room for his protests with the look she shot him as he was getting up. They looked at each other for a moment, silently speaking to each other before he turned and stalked off. Once again we were all surprised at the power she held over Galahad. She looked over her shoulder at all of us as she sensed our gazes on her. She gave us all a look that we had all seen Vanora use on her children and some of the Romans when they got out of hand.

"Don't you have things you could be doing?" She snapped before she turned her gaze towards Bors. "My sister wants you, but she said only after your fed and cleaned up. She looked him up and down, disgusted flashed in her blue eyes before she continued. Because your smell may cause a spout of nausea, which as much as I love my dear sister I do not want to have to deal with it today." She finished a small smirk growing on her pale face, one that reminded me of Vanora, as she eyed Bors's dirty frame and saw his expression. He looked away from her muttering to himself about something that sound like 'damn women, can't get a break from either.' He and Dagonet passed her heading to a large basket that had gone unnoticed until know; Dagonet patting her shoulder as he passed muttered a quiet 'thank you' and sent a small smile her way. which she returned. She was one of the only people to get such a gift as one of the gentle giant's smiles. Maurya looked at Arthur, Gawain and I; an eyebrow rose questioningly before she turned her attention back to Lancelot, who has moved into an upright position. She smiled down at him, kneeling by his side.

My eyes widened as a small blush could be seen on his bearded face as she looked lovingly into his dark eyes before she reached her hands out taking his bruised face lightly in her small hands. I looked away, as did Arthur and Gawain, letting them have their privacy; before we too made our way over to the now open basket, the smell of a pot of stew and fresh bread catching out attention. I looked back at the young couple, my gaze turning towards Maurya, wondering how she had managed getting over here from the tavern with something like that was a mystery. I smirked to myself knowing she had wondered slightly similar things about me. I took a large chunk of bread from the loaf, looking at the small pot of stew hungrily before deciding that I could wait till after I took care of Alkippe; dipping the bread in the stew I nodded slightly to my brothers before turning heading to the stables.

(Maurya's View)

I looked a the remaining Knight's, raising an eyebrow in question before turning my attention back to Lancelot. Anger coursed through me thinking of the man who caused this. When I saw his bruised face my heart broke. Grabbing a handful of my skirt, I knelt down in front of him, my eyes never leaving his, a small bit of pink appeared on his cheeks, that shocked me slightly. I could feel the warmth radiation off of him and his cool breath on my face. The closeness caused my own face to heat up. A questioned popped into my head pushing aside the anger as I took in his injuries. Why had they been fighting like that? Who had started it? I has seen the men fight hand to hand before but not in that since and most of the time they didn't waste their energy on it, focusing on their weapons of choice. I decided to voice my concerns.

"Lancelot, why were you and Galahad fighting like so?" I questioned waiting for a response. He looked at me intently; I could see the wheels turning in his head as he planned on what to say to me. "And don't lie to me Lancelot, I know when you're all lying to me." I added, knowing what the expression on his face meant. He looked away from me, his gaze dropped to watch as he plucked grass from the ground, almost as if he were ashamed that I had caught him. It took everything in me not to laugh at his gesture. He was so confident but seeing him like this made me think of on of the bastards. Sighing he took at deep breath before returning his attention on to me. He searched my face looking for any anger or impatience's, not finding any he cleared his throat; stalling, he began to speak.

(Aislin's View)

"Mmmmmm." I groaned touching my aching temple as I started to come too. I stated to turned on my side stopping when something poked into my skin from under my shirt. I laid back down on my back, moving a hand from my head to feel what I was laying on. My father's didn't feel this shitty did it? I tried to remember the feel on his living room carpet but couldn't quite seem to remember. I tried to open my eyes but the small amount of light cause the throbbing in my head to increase, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut instantly. Damn, I must have hit my head hard when I fainted. Wait, I froze, fainted? I had fainted, but why? I tried thinking of the last thing I remembered before my world went black. I had argued with my father? An image of BD crying flashed before me and I mentally rolled my eyes, a smirk slowly spreading across my face as if out of habit. Now I remember he was going to marry that thing, I thought to myself bitterly. She ran off, he yelled and went after her, I hit the wall, and the walking stick fell..The walking stick fell…That was it! The walking stick had fallen crashing to the ground and when it hit, the little glass orb shattered. The event played through my mind, I remembered bending down to pick up the pieces when that strange glow and fog appeared. The old man's face from my dream came flying at me. He had been there chanting so crazy jibber jabber and then everything went black. I shot up, only to groan as my hands shot up to cradle my spinning head. Too fast Ais, way too fast, I thought before something large nudged my head sending me back to the ground. Surprised by the action and the knowledge that I was not alone and that that was certainly not my father checking on me, I scurried away trying my best to get away from whatever had touched me. I opened my eyes once my back hit a hard surface. The light hurt my eyes for a moment before they adjusted to the new brightness.

I looked around taking in my surrounding before coming face to face with a large gray mare. What the hell! Screaming I pushed myself against the wall as much as I could, my scream starling the large beast and she neighed backing into what I could only guess was the door to her stall? I looked away from the strange horse noticing that I was definitely not in my father's living room anymore but what appeared to be a horse stall. I gasped; they had shipped me off to a farm just like a dog they didn't want. I was suddenly mad. How dare he, I was 19 years old; a grown ass woman! Not a child and I would not be treated as such. I didn't need to take this crap; I stood up slowly searching my pockets for my cell phone. My cell phone! What happened to my cell phone? I patted around my body searching for the small device, knowing I had had it on my person. Where the hell was it! Did they take that from me too?

I dropped to my hands and knees pushing the hay? Oh that makes sense, the hay out of the way searching for my lost phone, cursing my dad and BD as I searched. I could feel the mare's large eyes staring at me in I'm sure a calculating way, thinking I was probably the craziest thing it had ever seen. I jerked back the smell finally hitting me, causing me to lean back on my hunches instead of being on my hands. Which I looked down at in disgusted realizing what I had been doing. Ew gross I thought just my damn luck. I stood up from my crouched position giving up on my cell, heading to the large animal that blocked the exit. Cautiously my hands up in front of me, I walked closer to the beast cooing what I hopped were encouraging things.
I could tell that the horse was hesitant, her large brown eyes stared at me intently taking every in of me in. I could tell that if I made one wrong move I was probably be a goner but as I got closer she seemed to sense that I didn't mean her any harm and took a step towards me closing the distance between us. I placed my hands on her snout, petting her head enjoying the feel of her short gray coat. I may not of been a big fan of horses, choosing to settle my attention with dogs but she was an animal none the less and I couldn't resist giving her my divided attention. Forgetting for a moment where I was and how I got into the situation I was in.

"What are you doing touching my horse?" A deep voice demanded harshly as I felt the tip of what was probably a knife on the back of my neck. I raised my hands slowly from the mare's head not wanting to startled the stranger holding a knife to me or the large animal in front of me, though seemed calm, happy even to see the man behind me. I tried seeing what he looked like through the reflection of her large eyes but I couldn't see him, it was like he was controlling the shadows around him, covering himself from my view. I could feel his accusing gaze on the back of my head as I felt the pressure of the knife leave my neck. I sighed in relief before squaring my shoulders and slowing turning to face the dark stranger, hoping my eyes didn't give away my panic. Like the horse I knew if I made one wrong move I was getting shanked by this dude and well let's just say I did not want to add that to my long list of injuries.

Facing him fully I still couldn't make out his face but his dark eyes seemed to glow like a cats in the shadows. I looked him up and down and frowned as I took in his lethal form, that looked to be clad in a equally dark tunic? Was that a sword on his hip? Before I could stop myself, confusion and panic flashed across my face causing the stranger to step out of the shadows and into the light, curiosity shown in his eyes though his face help no emotion. He took another step forward and I would have moved back if the stupid horse wasn't in my way.

"Don't come any closer. I know Kung Fu and 50 other dangerous words- I paused thinking that probably wouldn't be the best thing to say- 50 other dangerous forms of combat, so back up dude or I'll, I'll mess you up. Check yourself before you wreck yourself." I declared as I held my fist in front of my face, getting in what I like to think as my ninja stance. I was pretty sure amusement flashed to the surface of his dark eyes; his brows frowned, as the corner of his thin mouth twitched slightly. He looked like he was trying very hard not to bust out laughing at me. I could only imagine what I must have looked like. Clothes from the day before covered in dirt from the ground, I was pretty sure I had hay in the mess I usually called hair and to add to the embarrassment I looked like an idiot standing there trying to imitate a ninja.

"I mean you no harm girl." The strange man reached for me and I used the chance to escape. I swung my leg back, wincing slightly when it met its target. Shadow man dropped to his knees, hands covering his now aching self. I took my chance, jumping over the fallen man, unlatching the stall and running to the entrances; I looked over my shoulder still running to see if the man had gotten up. He had and was leaning against the wall not following me physically but he stared after me; I saw a small smirk make it's way onto his face. Ha! Take th- wait why was he smirking I-OOMF! I collided with a freakin wall, I thought as my body rammed into a hard surface. I was about to fall flat on my arse but to large arms kept me from bruising my tail bone.

"Tristan who the devils is this?" A smooth rich voice and owner to the arms cause my head to snap to up to look at the man holding me rather intimately to his hard chest. I was meet with deep brown eyes,that looked like it was starting to bruise, black curls and a cocky smirk. He was the total stereotype for tall, dark and handsome. He looked at me for a moment, his brown eyes searching my face, that 'how you doin' look gleaming in them before they changed direction gazing; over my head to shadow man or what this Adonis had called him Tristan. I too turned my head trying to look and this Tristan but I could only see him slightly. He looked as if he hadn't just been kick in his downstairs.

"I don't know Lancelot but I was going to take her to Arthur, see if he could find out." Tristan muttered playing with his dagger, His intense gaze made me turn back to Lancelot's chest. Wait Lancelot? Tristan? I leaned back slightly taking in what he was wearing. Black armor covered a black tunic; I could see the handles of what looked like swords. The hell? Where was I? I pushed my small hands against his chest, which drew his attention back to me. He seemed to understand what I wanted and his grip on my waste loosed and finally left, his arms coming to across his chest. I took a few steps backwards, looking over my shoulder at the silent man watching me; taking in his appearance as well. I reached up cradling my head as my vision started to becoming blurry. It was hard to breath and I knew I was starting to hyperventilate; I was in a panic now and I knew I need to calm myself but I couldn't. Something wasn't right and I got a feeling that it wasn't 2011 anymore.

The last thing that flashed through my mind before the darkness took me once more was one of the legends I had read about. King Arthur and his Knights...Lancelot and Guinevere...Hol- with that last thought my world went black.

Well that was chapter 4...We hope you all enjoyed it...Um it might be a bit until chapter 5 up due to both of us being busy, but we'll try to get it up soon...Next chapter both OC's should meet along with Gawain and more Lancelot interaction! Woot Woot...Please review and tell us what you like and what you think we could do to make this story better...helpful criticism is always welcome..thanks guys :)