Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize (Robin Hood BBC, King Arthur Film 2004). The characters and events in this fanfiction are fictitious and any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is purely for fun and no harm is intended. The links for my research don't work on ff, you'll have to visit either wattpad, or archive of our own for those links that were technically Chapter 6.

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Chapter 3: Siblings

"Lancelot, I swear if you don't stop asking me if I'm okay at every little noise I make I'm going to scream! I love you dearly, you know this brother, but I'm not some little fragile glass doll that will break under the slightest pressure. I would think you would have learned that by now." Genevieve told her brother after what seemed like the umpteenth time of his asking if she was okay.

"Eve, you were missing for over a year!" He said, struggling to keep a hold on his growing temper, she used to always talk to him about her problems but now everything was different and it concerned him. "No one knew if you were alive or dead…" he looked down, then let out a heavy sigh the pain evident in his voice. "You were beaten, tortured, and starved." He moved closer, placing his hands on her shoulders, and looking into her eyes was taken aback when she shied away from his gentle touch, fear flashing across her face. "I think I have the right to ask my baby sister if she is okay after an ordeal like that, considering you won't even talk to me about it. I can only guess by the nightmares that plague you what you've gone through, or what you're thinking."

Your husband would have my head if something else happened to you while he was away. We don't call him "Daisy" for nothing! You weren't the only one who suffered while you were missing! It was all any of us could do to keep Guy from flying over here himself and conducting the investigation, and we all know how well that would have gone." Lancelot shot back at his sister.

"Lance, brother dearest I…" Genevieve was cut short by her cell phone ringing, she looked down at the screen "Arthur Castus" was the caller ID. "This conversation is not over, but I have to take this call, it's Arthur," Genevieve told her brother as she answered the call.

"Arthur?" She asked.

"Hi Genevieve, I wanted to update you on a few things regarding your husband and to check in since our last conversation, is now a good time?" Arthur asked her.

Genevieve glanced over at her brother and scowled at him, "Now is a perfect time, because if I must hear my brother ask me one more time 'Are you ok?' you might just be permanently short one man." She heard Arthur chuckle on the other line, and she made a mental note to put coal in his stocking for Christmas this year. He and her brother had been best friends growing up and were fiercely loyal to each other which would often get them in trouble.

"Arthur, don't you dare side with him! He's being overly protective, and I don't need it, or want it. You have known me almost my whole life, I can take care of myself. Now tell me about this news with Guy and I might reconsider giving you coal for Christmas." Genevieve knew it was an empty threat and she would never give coal to Arthur, not after everything that he had done for her and her husband over the years. Arthur had always cared about his men and their families, often putting their needs above his own, earning him the call sign "The Grinch".

"Aww, Genevieve, I didn't know you cared so much!" Arthur laughed good-naturedly; it was good to hear her laugh and tease again. He was concerned about her and how she was handling returning to civilian life, he knew it hadn't been an easy road after her ordeal. His mind flashed back to one of the conversations they had while she was still on base and before Lancelot arrived.

Arthur groaned and rolled over and glared at his cell phone that was ringing, did people not understand that it was two in the morning? He glanced over at his wife, only to see Guinevere simply roll over, and snuggle back into her pillow; she was obviously a much heavy sleeper than him. Arthur picked up the phone and saw it was Genevieve, immediately all anger of it being two in the morning was gone and replaced by concern; had something happened to her? His thoughts raced as he jumped out of bed and answered the phone before it went to voice mail.

"Genevieve, what's wrong, is everything ok, are you safe?" He asked the concern in his voice evident.

"Arthur, I'm sorry to be calling so early, I really hope I didn't wake you! I just didn't know who else to call at this point, I don't have anyone over here. I'm so scared Arthur, I see their faces haunting me in crowds, and the slightest smell of Agarwood reduces me to a frightened, quivering shell of who I used to be," Genevieve sobbed into the phone.

Arthur could hear prayer bells in the background, that would make it around 16:30 over there he quickly surmised. He sighed in relief internally, she was physically safe which was something he was extremely grateful for, what she was dealing with was "normal" for what she had gone through. He would help her through this to the best of his ability as she was like a sister to him, and he felt it was the least he could do after everything that had happened to her.

"Genevieve, listen to my voice, ok? Are you somewhere you feel safe right now?"

"Yes, I'm in a hidden garden" she replied, her voice trembling.

"Good, that's a start. I want you to focus on your breathing, I want you to inhale for four counts, then hold your breath for seven counts, and exhale through your mouth for eight counts. Keep doing this until you do not feel as anxious. This has helped me when I have those same types of feelings you are having." Arthur suggested.

Genevieve tried the breathing exercise for a few minutes before speaking again, her voice a little more even "I do feel a little better, but with this being my fault I just can't figure out how to 'fix' this."

"Genevieve Charlotte Gisborne, you listen to me right now, none of this is your fault not one part of it! Do you understand me? These people that took you are at fault, not you. You are a survivor, you escaped from them on your own and made it to safety; that's not an easy feet believe me." Arthur knew the road she was starting to go down was a dark one, something that was common with PTSD victims, she needed to know she was safe and had support. "You are not alone; you can call me at any time, and I will be there for you. You also have your family, you have your husband-"

"No! Guy can't know about this; it would break him. I can't be the reason for him losing his job!" Genevieve shouted, cutting Arthur off. The tone in her voice suggested she was on the verge of another panic attack.

"Alright, that's your decision. I won't tell anyone else about this unless I feel it necessary, deal?" Arthur asked. There were a few moments where all he could hear was her short, ragged breaths which gradually became more normal. "Eve, are you still there?" Arthur tried using her nickname to grab her attention.

"Deal, and Arthur? Thanks."

Arthur came back to the present, "But all kidding aside, we've heard from your husband. He has finished his mission and in the next week or two, he will be flying back to base. After his debriefing session, I will put him on the next flight out to you."

"Arthur this is great news! When did you find this out, do we know if he's safe?" Genevieve asked.

"We found out a few days ago, but due to the classified nature of this mission Washington had to figure out what I was allowed to relay to you and when. The last time we received communication from him he was safe. Genevieve, you know that I always put my men's safety above everything else especially when they are on a mission." Arthur informed her.

"I know Arthur, and I wasn't questioning your leadership, I was merely wondering as it's now been over a year since I've seen or heard directly from my husband. I just worry is all, I can't help it. Look, I won't keep you from your duties, thanks for the update." Genevieve admitted.

"Genevieve, I know you have Saint there helping you, but if you need anything please do not hesitate to continue to reach out to me. I don't care what time it is; I want you to know that if it's in my power I will grant your request." Arthur explained to Genevieve.

"Thank you, Arthur, you, and all your men have been more than kind in offering assistance during this time. It means a lot to me, and I'm sure to Guy as well. I will reach out should I need anything. I'm sure I will talk to you again soon, bye" Genevieve ended the call, at least now she had an idea of when she might see her husband again, which gave her a sense of joy that almost caused her to forget everything else until she saw her brother coming up behind her in her peripheral vision. She sighed; it was going to be a long couple of weeks.