She could feel the music throbbing through her body. It was almost as if she was at a dance club. She spun, swiveling her hips and snapping into dance moves she'd done since she was practically a toddler. Kass came to a stop and found herself breathing heavily. She hadn't danced since Pelagus had come. That had been three weeks before. Now she'd healed from the incident and Arthur had told her to make use of whatever space she wanted if she wanted to dance. She stretched her neck and felt eyes upon her. Looking over she found Lancelot watching her from the doorway. They hadn't slept together again, but she wanted to. He'd been too concerned with her health. Now though, it wasn't concern burning in his eyes.

"Just watching you makes my heart beat quicken." He murmured.

"That's how I feel any time I look at you." She told him with a lift of one delicate eyebrow. It appeared he was going to say something else, but loud arguing made its way to them. "Well, it seems Galahad and Bri are arguing yet again."

He chuckled. "Their favorite past time it would appear." Sighing she moved forward and they headed for the voices. Lancelot grasped her hand in his and it brought a smile to her face. They came upon Bri, Galahad, Brandon, and Dagonet arguing; well, technically Bri and Galahad were fighting and Brandon and Dagonet were watching in amusement. Lancelot let out a piercing whistle which drew everyone's attention to him. "What seems to be the problem now?"

"Oh, I've got this one." Brandon jumped in, and Dagonet chuckled. "Bri made a comment about how she won that medal for track, and Galahad made a comment on how that was because she'd been competing against other children, to which she said she wasn't a child, and then HE said he knew that but she was at the time, and then SHE said she could beat him any day of the week, and HE said not in a million years." Brandon drew in a breath. "I paraphrased a little at the end."

"Bri's pretty damned fast Galahad." Kass told the man still staring hotly at her sister.

"I'm sure she is Kassidy, but Galahad is a knight, with years of experience." Lancelot's voice was patient, but Kass heard the patronizing tone.

Kass quirked an eyebrow at Bri, "Years of experience."

Bri smirked. "A knight."

"Only one thing to do then." Kass looked at the two men; Dagonet had wisely held his tongue. "They'll race."

"I'll go change." Bri grinned and ran from the room.

"As will I." Galahad said a bit snootily and strode out.

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Danika ran through the woods as if her life depended on it. In fact, it did. Her mother and father were furious. Her sister, Mira, had eloped with a boy she went to school with. Her father didn't approve of the boy, and whatever her father didn't approve of her mother seconded.

They'd moved to England so her father could teach at the London School of Theology. Because he was such a devout man, she thought bitterly. So, now she ran because she knew if her father found her he and her mother would take all of their frustration and anger out on her. It was possible she wouldn't survive the next punishment; she'd barely made it the last time.

From the start she'd always received what her parents called 'the punishments'. They'd explained to her that someone must sacrifice for others. She'd been the chosen sacrifice. Dani had been three when Mira was born, and then she'd started receiving Mira's punishments as well as her own. She remembered how angry her mother got the one time Dani asked why she was the one punished. Her mother had told her how selfish she was, and by the time Danika had gotten to bed that evening she'd barely been able to walk. She'd been six years old.

Danika heard her father's yells coming closer and she tried to go faster.

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The group met at the jousting fields. They'd drawn the attentions of Gawain, Guinever, Vanora, and the children, so there was quite a gathering. Galahad let out a slow hiss when he saw Bri coming towards him. She wore the strange white foot coverings that she always wore, but the leggings she wore were barely there. Her long legs immediately drew his eyes and he felt jealousy that so many others would see them as well.

Bri sauntered over to the group and began stretching. At first she'd been apprehensive on wearing the running shorts in front of everyone, but seeing the look on Galahad's face had her grinning. They definitely gave her an edge. She'd always been good at sprinting so she felt pretty confident. Not that she didn't think he'd be a challenge, but she hadn't liked the way he just dismissed the possibility that she'd be better. Bri knew she could never beat Galahad in a sword fight, but she might be able to beat him running.

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Sobs escaped her throat and Dani continued to run. Mist began to thicken and a small part of her mind wondered if it was later than she'd thought. The mists surrounded her and suddenly it was as if her father's voice became muted. She continued to run and as she ran further his voice faded into nothing. Now branches tore at the sleeves of her shirt, and she fell through the shrubs and mists into a small clearing. The sound of spooked horses sounded immediately and Dani looked up to find a dappled gray horse rearing above her. Terror filled her but no sound escaped from her lips.

With no warning the girl tumbled out of the bushes and into the path of Voslow. Tristan quickly got the spooked horse under control, and heard Bors shout of surprise. Tristan whispered soothing words to Voslow and looked at the woman staring up in fear.

Bors approached quickly. "Well I'll be buggered. Another one." He murmured upon seeing the girl in the strange clothing.

"This is close to where we found Kassidy, Brianna, and Brandon." Tristan spoke. "Are you well?"

Dani looked at the two men with wide eyes. She understood their words, but their accent was odd. They dismounted and she scrambled backwards away from them. Tristan crouched and just looked at her. Bors moved closer, but Dani was backed against a tree and could go no farther. Bors knelt down and stretched out his hand to the girl. "Can't just leave ya in the forest. We're not gonna hurt ya." He told her gruffly.

Dani hesitantly put her much smaller hand in his and he helped her to stand.

The man with long, wild hair still watched her. "Are you well?" he asked again.

All Dani could do was shrug helplessly. "We should have Dag look her over." Bors mounted and Tristan helped to push the girl up into the saddle with the big man.

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Gilly did as instructed and dropped his arm as he yelled "Go!". Galahad and Bri streaked down the field, and at first Galahad raced ahead laughing. Bri didn't make a sound as she found her rhythm and gained speed. Galahad hadn't expected her to put up a real race and he was startled as she neared him. He'd spent a lot of energy with that first burst of speed, and as they neared the end he watched as she inched past him to win. Everyone cheered, except for Lancelot who smiled wryly.

Bri slowed to a slow run and then a walk and made her way back over to him. He was breathing heavy from the exertion. "Come on, walk it off or you'll cramp up." She ordered and forced him to move with her.

When his breathing slowed, Galahad clasped her hand tightly. "Forgive my arrogance?"

Bri smiled. "We both know that trait isn't going away any time soon."

"Riders!" The shout went out and everyone looked to see Bors and Tristan riding towards them quickly. Bors carried a woman with him.

"Oh my God!" Kassidy whispered as she realized the girl was dressed in twenty first century clothing.