Chapter 38: Just The Two Of Us

Lancelot had a shock when he was left to care for his son. His son may have been four years old but he did not know how much attention such a small child needed. He could understand if Galahad was a baby but his son could walk, talk, play and feed himself. Lancelot did not know what to do with his son. He had barely been there for him when he grew from a baby into a young child.

"Papa!" Galahad shouted to his father as he kicked a ball towards him. He loved his new present from his father.

Lancelot laughed as Galahad ran after the rolling ball and kicked it again. "Well done!" Lancelot cheered and gently tapped the ball with his own foot towards his son. "Kick it back to me."

"Yes Papa!" He smiled as Lancelot took a few steps back and Galahad kicked the ball to him but losing his balance and falling to the grass. Lancelot went to help him up but Galahad only laughed and got back to his feet. "Kick it to me Papa."

"Yes son." Lancelot laughed and kicked the ball but a little too hard. The ball rolled into the forest. "Oh no."

Galahad looked at his father and gasped. "Oh no!" He laughed and ran towards the forest.

The young boy had disappeared among the trees before Lancelot could tell him not to. "Galahad!" Lancelot called and ran into the forest after his son. He spotted Galahad as soon as he entered between the trees. "Galahad." He spoke softly as there was a person in a cloak talking to his son. "Galahad, come here."

"This lady knows Mama." Galahad said softly, holding his ball in his hands.

"Hello Sir Lancelot." The figure pushed the hood from her face and revealed Morgana. "I see you are being a father to your bastard."

"Get away from him!" He shouted at the sorceress. "Galahad, come here!" He called to Galahad, who slowly stepped to Lancelot. "Please, son." He pleaded. He had no weapon to protect to his son. Morgana stepped closer to Galahad. "Keep away from him!" He glared at Morgana. He had promised Elaine to take care of their son but now he was about to break that promise. "Galahad come to Papa. Please son."

Galahad looked between his father and the strange woman. He slowly stepped away from Morgana, his toy ball gripped tightly in his hands. "Yes Papa." Moving away from Morgana quicker. He ran to his father's side and concealed himself behind his father's back.

"Leave Morgana! Now!" Lancelot shouted at her. He felt his son flinch at the sound of his voice.

"I will be back." Her eyes settling upon Galahad, who was peering from behind his father. "I will get what I want," Her eyes fell upon Galahad. "And what is truly mine." Her eyes flickering to Camelot. She slowly turned away from the two of them and disappeared among the trees.

Lancelot quickly scooped his son up into his arms and rushed back to Camelot. "Come on." He spoke softly in his ear and walked up to the castle. He held Galahad close to him as he walked in the direction of the Great Hall. "Where is the King?" He asked the nearest guard.

"In his council chambers, Sir Lancelot."

Lancelot carried Galahad into the council chambers, where Arthur was discussing the problem of King Caerleon. "My Lord. I need to speak with you."

"What is it Lancelot?" He stood up straight.

"Morgana was in the woods. She tried to take Galahad." Holding Galahad close to him, who was still holding his ball under his arm. "Threatened to take him when I had Galahad safe."

"What?" He walked towards Lancelot. "Where is she now?"

"In the woods still. She left but I doubt she got very far. She was on foot." He patted Galahad's back gently to keep him alm.

Arthur turned to his knights. "Let us go. We need to find her." He and the knights rushed out of the chambers and they were searching the surrounding woods for any signs of Morgana. They returned two hours later. "Nothing." He announced to the hall. Lancelot was still there but Galahad stood at his side, holding his father's hand tightly. "She's gone. We searched the entire area."

"What do we do?" Lancelot asked.

"Nothing. Not just yet. Keep Galahad safe." Arthur placed his hand on his friend's shoulder. "I will write to Elaine and let her know what has happened."

"No. Don't. Let her have some peace." Lancelot spoke up. He didn't want to upset her. He still wanted her to be happy. "Let her have her happiness. We'll twist the truth. Tell her that it happened a few days before she returns."

Arthur nodded uncertainly. "Fine. Just for her to enjoy her honeymoon." He watched Lancelot for a moment, who bowed and left the room.

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"Papa?" Galahad asked when his father helped him dress before bed. It was a week before he was to return to Corbenic with Elaine, who was arriving in a few days.

"Yes, son?" Lancelot asked as he put Galahad's nightshirt on his son.

"Why wasn't I allowed to talk to that lady?" He asked curiously as he climbed onto his bed.

Lancelot sat next to his son and pulled the covers over Galahad. "That lady is dangerous, son. She is trying to hurt Uncle Arthur and Mama. She wants to hurt Mama by taking you away from us."

"Why?" His brown eyes staring at his father.

"The bad lady wants to make you forget Mama forever." Lancelot ran his hand over his son's curls. "She wants to make you fight Arthur when you are older."

"Oh." He said unsure. "Why?"

"She thinks you can kill Arthur and she can rule Camelot."

The small boy's lower lip trembled. "But I don't want to."

"I know, son." Lancelot sat on the bed and climbed onto the bed next to her son, pulling him into his arms. "We will never let you go. Me and your Mama love you so very much." He leaned forward and kissed his son's forehead.

"Story please Papa." The boy smiled widely.

"What would you like tonight?" Pulling his boots off and sitting next to his son with his feet on the bed. This had been their nightly ritual since Elaine had left. One the first night, Galahad missed his mother badly and the only way he could be cheered up was by stories made up by his father.

"About a princess." Galahad smiled widely and curled into his father's side, his brown eyes staring up at his father.

"Right." Lancelot laughed. He knew the perfect story. "Shall I tell you the story about how Mama and Papa met?"

"Yes please." He smiled widely.

"All right." His father nodded and moved to lie next to Galahad. "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess called Elaine. She lived in a castle with her father, the King. One day, her father was visiting his brother and Elaine was left alone in the castle. But she was not safe. A man wanted to make her marry him but there was a man there."

"Papa!"

"Yes, it was Papa. He helped the princess escape from the castle but the princess got hurt and very sick."

"Oh poor Mama!" Galahad gasped and waited for his father to continue.

"The knight helped the princess return to another castle, where she got better."

"That's good." Galahad smiled and yawned. "What next?"

Lancelot watched as his son closed his eyes. "The knight became a proper knight of Camelot and fell deeply in love with the princess." His son was soon asleep. "Good night, son." He kissed his son's forehead. He climbed off the bed and silently left the room, looking back to see his sleeping son. He smiled to himself as he quietly closed the door.

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A/N: Short chapter but I wanted some Lancelot and Galahad interaction with some threat on Galahad's life.

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