Thank you all for waiting patiently, I'm sorry this has taken a while. I've been really busy and then i was finishing my Doctor Who fic 'Him; The Doctor' anway here is the latest chpater and i hope to write the next chapter shortly.

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Chapter 12; Dream Runner

Rose was anxious. Scared? Perhaps a little, but she tried to banish her fears as she walked forward, further into the forest to meet him. She breathed in slowly and exhaled quietly, trying to keep calm and relaxed. She suddenly stopped by a large oak tree; this was the spot. This was the place she had seen in her dream and she knew that this was where she would meet him.

She didn't know how this would work out. For someone who rarely didn't know how events would end up or turn out, she feared not knowing. When you can see the future, not knowing what lies ahead of you is a scary position to be in. A position Rose was in right now. She knew roughly what he was going to ask, she'd seen a few questions, heard some of his demands, but despite listening did not hear her answers.

Once again she tried to concentrate on the vision as she had been trying to train herself to do. But what she saw was blurred and unreadable. A breeze ran through the forest. Rose wrapped her cloak further around her body and turned her head trying to see her old acquaintance.

The same fear that had crept up upon her when Arthur had asked about the origin of her bow, resurfaced now. Rose had thought it may have been Arthur, a gift from him, but she had quickly realised that he had not sent it. Sat on his horse she had understood who it was from. Though she hadn't wanted gifts from the prince, it would have been easier than what she now faced.

"Hello Rose" his voice was as enticing as ever.

After all these years he had not forgotten that voice, his tone, the texture of his speech. She turned around to face him. And once again she felt his eyes bore into her. It wasn't a pleasant feeling; she felt vulnerable and suddenly worried, she had told no one where she was going or what she was going to do. It had barely passed dawn, and mist covered the forest floor and clung to the tress lower branches. His cape blew in the wind, billowing and her stray curls floated along with the breeze.

"Hello" she cleared her throat in an attempt to sound more self-assured than she was.

"How lovely to meet again with you" the remark had a sarcastic edge to it.

To an outsider his voice sounded inviting, almost tuneful. But Rose knew what was beneath the voice, the dark chestnut hair and the sharp grey eyes.

"You always said we would"

"So I did, and I was right."

Rose swallowed as he took a step further forward, closing the gap between them.

"What is it you want?" she said, desperately trying to sound authoritive or demanding.

"The same as before; for you to join me."

"And I'll give you the same response; No."

It took a moment for him to process her response, in truth she had shocked herself with the clarity she spoke. She had sounded powerful, demanding even, as if she was in control of this situation when she so clearly wasn't. He smiled his crooked smile and a small laugh escaped.

"You have matured, your gift has developed, but you still need nurture. You are in danger here; I can provide a place for you where you no longer have to hide, and you can truly be yourself"

The offer was almost tempting. Almost, but not quite.

"I can be myself here. I have finally found a home and some family" she smiled gently "I don't need you"

He took another step towards her; they were within reach of each other now.

"Perhaps not or maybe you want it but you don't know how to leave now. I can make that very easy for you" he lifted his hand and rested it against her arm, a gesture some may have found comforting, to Rose it felt like an anchor, holding her down "I can make it simple" he whispered.

She moved to her right slightly, his hand slid down her arm and fell back beside his side.

"I'm not 10 any more. You didn't take me then and you shan't take me now. You were right I am older and more mature and you don't scare me anymore."

She took a step back as if it would show him what her decision meant.

"We would make a good team, together we would be unbreakable. Nothing could stand in our way!"

She almost laughed. One of the most powerful men she knew and he needed her to succeed. To truly feel comfortable and safe.

"We want different things; that is not the firm basis for a team"

His eyes widened, almost flared.

"Together we could do it. Do what others dare not to. Kill him; restore this kingdom to its former glory!"

"No. Don't you see? If you killed Uther then it would prove him right, he kills our kind because he believes us to be murdering, evil people. We hate him for it because we know what he does is wrong; if you kill him then you show him that he was right in killing all of those others. You break their innocence, it would be a bittersweet victory and it is one I do not wish to be part of. And one I urge you not to commit"

"You think we should all wait" he spoke quietly, menacingly.

"If we want to restore Camelot then we have to wait and do it the right way"

"You still believe in Arthur. He is not ready"

"In time he will be, and killing his father will only turn him against our kind"

"Then join me and wait for it, then when he reigns as King we can be strong"

"When he reigns there will be no use for you and your cult"

And then she turned and left him. She'd met him as a child harbouring a large gift and trying to find her best friend, then he approached her and she left him. Now he had come to try again, 6 years later he did not scare her, she no longer feared the face that haunted her thoughts.

"Rose" he called out and she turned her head to look at him twelve steps behind her.

"You cannot run for ever. In running from me you choose something bigger. You follow a different path and a new future. In choosing this way you put yourself in graver danger and a position of unimaginable importance. I see it now."

And like that he was gone.

And Rose stood, looking at the place he had gone but her body faced Camelot; her home. And it seemed that her life would always end up this way; torn between what she wanted and what her secret entailed. She could run from these kinds of people but she couldn't run forever. At some point she had to stop.

But what happens when you stop running? She ran into her dreams, into the future, what happened when it all stopped. When she no longer had to run.

I don't normally leave an author's note at the end of my chapters as i like them to leave an impact but i just wanted to say that i don't name 'him' for a reason, i hope that by leaving him unnamed i kept his identity slightly more mysterious and emphasised the fear around him more. Please do let me know if you feel it would have worked better naming him. I did fiddle around with a number of ancient and medieval gods/demons and faery and elf names but none of them really stuck with me. Consructive critiscm - as always - is welcome!