Weee! Chapter two! As was mentioned in the previous chapter foul language and violence may be present throughout the story, and reviews of both the positive and constructively negative nature are very much appreciated. I would also like to thank you, because if you're reading this it probably means you read the first one and that makes me happy, so here we go please enjoy!

Chapter 2 – I'm Insane that has to be it

"Wow, I don't even know most of the words." I turned slowly to see who had cut short my tirade. He was cute, in a kind of dorky sort of way. Hair as black as Clarisse's and about as pale too they could've been siblings. He was thin and lanky not huge, but about three or four inches taller than me, so I was guessing 5'10" or 11". His clothing was in a style that seemed to be rather befitting to the little village below; and there was a big cheeky grin spread across his face, like he knew he'd said something clever, that really made me want to say something that would wipe it off.

"I doubt you even know that many words." I shot back, making Clarisse turn in surprise.

"You said something… to a boy… and didn't sound like an idiot."

"I'm hurt at how little faith you have in me." I said sarcastically, but I could already feel myself retreating into my shell. The boy strode over, looking at us curiously.

"So are you shooting a movie around here?" Clarisse asked him. Of course! A movie that would make perfect sense, the village was just a set. There were cameras and real people dressed in normal clothes just below the ridge, and he must be an actor wandering around. It still didn't explain how the hell we got here, but it was better than wormholes, and fairy dust, and time travel.

"What is a movie?" he asked, Clarisse started laughing like he was joking, but my heart dropped. He looked genuinely perplexed, sure that would be good reason to suspect he was just a good actor, but my gut instinct said otherwise.

"I t-think she meant…" oh God what would medieval people be shooting? "Arrows, are you shooting arrows?" Now they were both looking at me strange. Great he probably was just an actor.

"Not yet, but there are reports of bandits in the area." He said, that cheeky grin returning to his face, "So we might be soon. You two ladies would probably be safer back at our camp." Despite the smile, he was serious. Oh God he was serious, what is happening… I'm going insane… completely, and totally bonkers. I must've fallen off of River, I got a concussion, and I'm in a coma having incredibly vivid dreams. That kind of stuff happens on the television all the time, I'm just in a hospital, just in a hospital. Right?

I looked over at Clarisse, she wasn't the best in school, but she wasn't an idiot. She had picked up on it too; I caught her eye exchanging our feelings of utter terror that he seemed to be completely and totally honest. He turned starting back into the forest, looking over his shoulder to make sure we were coming. River strode forward easily when I nudged him to follow the black haired boy.

"Where are you going, are you really following some stranger? He could be crazy!" Clarisse whispered harshly. Another quite possible explanation, though I had a growing suspicion that we were too.

"Well, if he is at least he knows where he's going, we sure don't" I argued trotting to catch up. Clarisse let out an exasperated sigh and did the same. We all walked quietly for a while before the boy spoke.

"You're wearing kind of strange clothing." I followed his gaze to my hoodie and breeches.

"W-We're… not from around here…" I stuttered, good to know that being able to talk to boys only lasts so long.

He nodded, "So what are your names?"

"I'm Clarisse," she piped up, "And she's Alexandra, but you can call her Ally." I was relieved that Clarisse had spoken, I could feel my shyness taking hold, maybe I should curse more and it would go away. Glancing up from, River's neck I could see the camp that he was talking about. Soldiers in chainmail and red tunics stood sentry, hands on the hilts of their swords or clasped around crossbows. I couldn't see any cameras; movie set was definitely out of the running. It could be a historical reenactment or maybe a very eccentric group of teenagers playing knights in the forest?

"Well I'm Merlin; I'm going to go find you a place to sleep tonight." He smiled kindly Merlin; I thought where have I heard that name before?

"Sleep here?" Clarisse's tone raised, she didn't seem to like the idea.

"I know it isn't great, but you shouldn't be wandering these forests alone much less unarmed."

"What could possibly be so dangerous out there? We can take care of ourselves." She argued

"Snakes, bears, wild dogs, very large pigs, flying pigs, and I believe I mentioned bandits." He shot back.

"Bandits! You mean you weren't joking?"

"No Milady, he was not." This time it wasn't Merlin who replied. We both looked back to see a tall handsome young man, six feet-ish blonde and blue eyes a bit lighter than Merlin's. He wore chainmail with armor over his right shoulder that shone but nicks and scratches were visible from the bite of a sword. Perhaps they were just very realistic reenactments? "We're here to hunt them and bring them to justice under the king's law." He looked completely serious too…

"Sire, I was wondering where we should have these two sleep?" Merlin asked bowing slightly. Sire? He must be a knight or something, making Merlin a manservant? Not exactly swoon worthy, but he was still kind of cute.

"Why don't they take you're tent Merlin."

"Where am I supposed to sleep?" he asked his tone betraying the fact that he wasn't perfectly happy that we were taking his tent. Great… Now I feel guilty.

"The ground has been good enough for you before, a knight should always be chivalrous." Merlin's master smiled offering a hand to Clarisse, who let him slide her off Byrd. An exasperated sigh escaped me, she was more than capable to dismount on her own, the only reason she let him take her off was because he was hot.

"I'm not a knight, why don't you give them your tents?" I heard Merlin mutter under his breath, as I swung down. A slight smile crossed my face as I watched him awkwardly try to figure out what to do standing there with his arms stretched out towards me. Suppressing a giggle I ducked under his arm and slid River's reins over his head. The man blinked a few times before walking around me to stand in front of us both.

"I'm Prince Arthur; I'll show you to your tent. Merlin, take their horses for them will you?" He spoke to both me and Clarisse, though his eyes seemed to be on her, and she was making that face. The one she always made when she was interested in a boy, I loved her dearly, but why?

"My name is Clarisse, milord." She spoke in a pitch I knew to be slightly lower than normal, and held out her hand. Arthur took it in his own and kissed it, making her blush. He turned his eyes towards me.

"And what is your name my lady?"

"A-Alexandra…" I said a bit too quietly.

"What? I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you."

"Her name is Alexandra." Clarisse butted in, she's not exactly the most patient person.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Lady Alexandra." He must've been expecting me to offer him my hand as well, because he leaned over and held out his own hand to take mine. Then hung there in that position, his eyes on me until I raised my arm in a jerky fashion and letting him take my hand. His lips were soft and warm; I cursed myself as blood rushed to my cheeks. Glancing over at Merlin I saw him roll his eyes, great now he would think I was one of those cheer leader types wouldn't he? Getting silly over a hot guy.

"Well I'll show you to your tent now." Arthur said rising up. "Merlin take their horses."

"Yes sire." He said taking Byrd's reins and reaching out for River's, my fist tightened around the leather when he placed his hands around them.

"I'll help you; both of them can be a bit of a handful." I murmured just loud enough for him to hear me. That was a lie, after a hard gallop they were fine. I just didn't want to leave my horse, or follow Prince Arthur. Merlin nodded and started walking with Byrd I fell into step beside him, ignoring River who kept bumping my shoulder with his muzzle.

"So, does he give everyone that treatment?" I asked, still blushing a bit.

"Only if you're noble, I sure don't get it."

"Why would he think I'm noble?" I asked my brow furrowing, still hoping that they were very eccentric reenactors.

"Your horses are very nice. Commoners don't have horses like these."

"They do where we come from."

"Well he'll be in for a surprise when he finally figures it out." Merlin laughed, tying Byrd's reins to a roughly hewn hitching post. "Where do you come from anyway?" he asked as he loosened the mare's girth. Crap how do I answer that? If I make something up I'll sound like an idiot, but what if we did go through a wormhole or something?

"America…?"

"America… never heard of it. Where is it?"

"Uhhhm…. Errrrr… walk that way," I pointed off to my left, "for a very long time…" He just nodded, giving me that strange look, he knew I was freaking over something. I really doubted he would ever figure out what though.

"All right then. You might as well get to your tent, it will be late soon. I'll walk you there." He smiled and I felt myself blush Damn it! Why am I such an idiot around boys?

"Thanks…" I mumbled

"So why did you and Clarisse come here?" he started off in a long rolling gate.

"Where exactly is here?" the words catching a bit in the middle as I stumbled tripping over a rock trying to keep up with Merlin, he wasn't too much taller than me but his legs were longer. I was steadied by a firm hand grabbing my wrist.

"Ally are you all right?" he still hadn't let go and I could feel myself blushing even more.

"Y-yeah I'm f-fine…thanks." I glanced up meeting his eye for a second, before glancing away. "So… where are we again?"

"Camelot."

"What!"