#1 The Knight(ess) of the Round Table (The Librarians Fanfic)

He Saved Me

"So what happened when you saw your," Galahad paused, trying to phrase an appropriate name for my fathers ancient rival. I decided to make it easy for him. "Auntie Morgan was fine. A little forgetful, but she was healthy," I said, watching as Galahad's eyebrows furrowed.
"Forgetful? How?" He asked, almost sounding concerned. I knew about Galahad's appeal to Morgan Le Fay, she being the one person his father was ever scared of, but I didn't realise it ran towards concern. "Well, Galahad, when she went into hiding it took a lot of her energy. Even with the power throwback she'd received, it wasn't enough for her to remember her full life. She remembered you, and Arthur, but she didn't remember me. Or Lancelot actually," I said, "it was like she remembered only people and events that were particularly important to her. I had to do a bit of convincing before she admitted she recognised me." I said, partially drained by my story.

"How did you find her? She is particularly good at hiding," Galahad asked, and I took my chance to hear the sound that made me feel most like home. "How would you know that Sir Galahad? A medieval hide and seek tournament?" I asked, making Galahad laugh, my favourite sound. I remember Galahad and I, in our youth believe it or not, playing pranks on both contestants at tournaments, just to watch them fight over who cheated at the end.

Galahad and I sat I silence for a moment or two, just letting our lifetimes sink in. I think we were both feeling guilty for not reconnecting sooner, but I knew that Galahad had expected I'd been dead for the past hundred or so years. I knew that because out of the few magical tricks auntie Morgan had shown me, my favourite was my new ability to slightly penetrate the thoughts of others. And now I think Galahad was anxious to return to Eve and the others.

"What do you think they've been doing? In the main room?" I asked, slightly tense at the thought of facing them so soon, like being plunged into an icy pond after sitting in a sauna. Galahad looking at me with a smirk, his big, warm eyes locking me in a protective bubble, as if we were the only ones who existed at that moment. "Whatever they've been saying, I'll protect you, you know that, all too well," he said, triggering a guilt I hadn't revisited in years. A guilt which I'd tried to forget. Because I knew that he would protect me, that he'd risk his life for me, and that he'd already done so, many many years ago. It was the final battle between Lancelot and Arthur over the affections of Guinevere. Lancelot could never bring himself to kill Arthur, but I was Arthur's daughter, and that would hurt him much more. So Lancelot had run at me, and before I could clang my own sword against his, Galahad, a young, handsome Galahad, had thrust himself between us, getting stabbed by his father to save his best friend. To save me.