A/N: Hello everyone, Happy July! I hope you are all enjoying your summer. I managed to upload another chapter. I couldn't figure out how to put this chapter because I said before, I redid the story outline so I'm still trying to figure out how to do these chapters. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it and don't worry, there are a lot more Meg moments to come.

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Chapter 32: Camp Life

"You sure don't make my life any easier." Scoffing, her hand tossed a loose strand behind her shoulder.

"Well someone has to." Meg smirked. "Since the guys are out on missions and you are doing everything you can to stay away from Christine which I am having a hard time understanding why." Crossing her arms in front of her chest, she tilted her head slightly.

"I have my reasons." He said back, hoping Meg would drop it. However, he knew Meg and she really dropped a subject whenever it came to Erik's personal life. She had become like a sister to him after she married one of his close friends. Whenever her husband would be off on a mission, he always entrusted Erik to look after his wife. Though many times people thought Erik and Meg had affairs, their relationship was more brother and sister.

"Of course you do." Sitting on the edge of the bed, she straightened up, placing her hands on her lap. "Now, just skip the stubborn part and tell me the reasons." He looked at her, saying nothing. "Erik, swallow your stubbornness and tell me."

"I will not." Rolling her eyes, she shook her head.

"You are a hopeless stubborn man."

"So I have been told." Standing up, she fixed her dress. "Now if you are done, I have some things to attend to."

"I hope one of those is talking to Christine."

"No." Rolling her eyes, Meg knew it was pointless to argue with him. Arguing with Erik was like arguing with a wall; rarely anyone won an argument against Erik. After years of knowing him, she gave up trying to argue with him. She always teased him that whoever won an argument against him, he should marry her. And at this point, there was only one woman who won an argument against him.

Leaving the tent, she made her way over to the Hall where some of the women were preparing the midday meal. Coming into the kitchen, a few women were getting the vegetables were to be cooked. She saw Christine sitting in a chair next to a younger woman, peeling potatoes. She had only been out and about camp for two days and she already was helping out with either preparing the meals or fixing torn clothing. Coming to sit next to the them, she grabbed a potato and started peeling it.

"That must have been terrible for you." The young lass said as Christine finished her story of how she was captured. "Sure not my idea of how to meet him."

"Aye, but that's not the first time you had met him." Christine looked at Meg, wondering how she knew that. The young woman's eyes widen.

"You have meet the captain before?" Her voice was a little larger than Christine wanted and it caught the attention of all the other women in the room. "Oh please, tell us." Christine glanced at the women who had stopped whatever they were doing to listen.

"Alright...well it was Erik and Seten were prisoners at Kilchurn. I was visiting my father there at the prison, that's where I first saw him. Though at the time, I didn't really know who he was. A little fight broke out and of course, Erik was involved. My father put him and the others on a punishment for a week…" As Christine told the story, Meg noticed Rhona standing in the doorway, listening. "I tried to help them out by sneaking food into their cells at night."

"You did that?" A few of the women gasped.

"I did, for the whole week. I didn't get caught and I knew the men were very grateful." Christine continued. The women listened with interested, not caring that the midday meal was no longer being worked on. "My father had sentenced Erik to death and that…that was something I couldn't with, knowing his death would be because of me." Despite who she is, she still cared for him, the rebel enemy and everyone noticed that. "So…I helped him escape." Every woman's eyes widen and mouth dropped.

"That was you who helped him?" One woman asked.

"An English princess helping a Scottish rebel?" Another woman commented. The room broke out into chatter, some in English others in Gaelic. Christine looked at Meg confusingly.

"Did I say something wrong?" She asked Meg.

"No, they are just surprised that you helped Erik escape. We all heard that he had managed to escape the prison with Seten and a few others, but we always wondered how. He never told anyone about you, only the men that were with him at the time."

"But you know."

"Yes, I knew. Despite how popular he is, he is a very private man and doesn't really spill out his secret to everyone, not even to his comrades. There's only a few people he confides in, four actually."

"One of them is you." Meg nodded.

"Yes, he is like a brother to me. He knows my secrets and I know his. The others are Seten, Douglas and Tor." The first two she knew, but this Tor, she didn't know him.

"Who is Tor?" Christine asked.

"A…friend of Erik's." Meg answered, but Christine knew that she was hiding something. It seemed like everyone was hiding something from her, something that they didn't want her to find out and she knew it involved Erik.

"Ladies!" All heads turned to see a man in the doorway. Rhona had now moved to the wall, out of his way. "I have some news to share which most of you will be excited about." All eyes were on him, waiting for the news that he had. "The men are expected to return this evening." Every woman's face lighted up with the news, smiles appeared on every face in the room. "With that, the Chief has ordered a celebration for the arrival."

"What does that mean?" Christine leaned closer to Meg, whispering.

"It means midday meal is pushed off and we have to work on preparing the food for the celebration." Meg answered. "Oh Christine, you'll love it. Lots of singing, dancing, food…we Scots know how to throw a celebration."

"I don't know Meg; I don't think Erik would allow me to come." Though she had a little more freedom, she was still being watched like a hawk and had to follow Erik's strict rules. Meg rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

"Don't you worry about him. Of course you'll come. It will be a celebration unlike those in London." She winked at Christine before returning her attention to the man. Christine sighed, leaning back in the chair she was sitting on. At first, she was unsure if she wanted to attend this celebration. The last celebration, she was stuck in the tent all alone and she was miserable. She didn't want to do that again so she decided she would attend. She thought if Erik would attend or he would hide away to avoid her as he had done lately. Maybe this celebration would be a chance for her to talk to him….

For those who were wondering about Erik and Meg's relationship, you know now.

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