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

Teenage Heartthrob Galahad

"We didn't have your favourite tea, so I just made you Bushells," I said, carrying the tray into the workroom. I looked around, noticing Miss Cassandra at the table, admiring some mathematical equations. I'd always been rather bad at maths, which made me idolise her even more. But I couldn't see Mordred or anyone else in the room, so I began to get suspicious.

"Miss Killian, you don't happen to know where Mordred is do you?" I asked, trying to stay calm. It took her a moment to walk herself out of the equations before she could answer me. "Stone left through the back door, and I think Ezekiel said something about a date, but that's all I heard," she said, but before she'd even finished her sentence I was frantic. "With ... Ezekiel?" I asked, almost speechless at the thought that my Mordred would go alone with Ezekiel anywhere. My Mordred! Out with Ezekiel Jones!

Cassandra came to full attention at my question, suddenly realising how bad the situation could get. Though she was probably focusing on the fact that neither of us knew where they were. I was more concerned at what Ezekiel would classify as a 'date'. Wherever they were, I hoped that Mordred was realising how wrong Ezekiel was for her.

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I hadn't been to Paris in a long time. I understood why Stone had chosen the city to escape to, there was so much culture and romance it practically oozed out of the brickwork. But I was surprised how Ezekiel had flocked to it. I presumed he'd see it as a grand heist, easily steal worthy and no one would notice. Though when we walked through the back door he practically sighed with contempt, and for once I was unsure why.

As we walked down the cobbled street, passed coffee shops and patisseries I could sense he was enjoying every minute of it. I could also sense he wanted to hold my hand, but was too scare to do so. So, I looped my arm in his, gentler resting my head on his shoulder as we walked, feeling him immediately calm. "So what's a great thief like you, doing in a city like this?" I asked, watching as his face blushed.

"I always wanted to go to Paris, I just never had a reason. There's loads to steal, but I couldn't do anything with them once they were stolen. Though, Jenkins did get me to steal the Mona Lisa once," he chuckled.
"How'd you manage that?" I asked, wondering what Galahad would want with a portrait of one of his ex-girlfriends. "Well, he said it needed to be replaced because the original painting had started winking at people. Something about a magically charged painting developing a consciousness. Anyway, I had to steal the painting, which was so easy, before putting a convincing replacement in. I never figured out whether anyone found out it had been replaced." He mused, though I knew that no one would find out the replacement wasn't the original.  I remember when Leonardo was painting Lisa, Galahad ordered a copy to be done, because he knew that after Lisa got married to the gorgeous Italian guy he wouldn't be able to see her. In those days Galahad was a gallant heartthrob, but I knew he wouldn't get married until i said yes. I was just never the right age. I shook that out of my head, he wouldn't want to be with me now, considering I never told him I was still alive.

Ezekiel smiled at me. "What?" I asked.

"You smile when your thinking. I like that smile," he said. At that I smiled even more. He was so sweet.