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

Why Ezekiel?

I paced along the table in the annex, Miss Cassandra watching my every move. I was annoyed at how much attention she was giving me at this point. Especially because i was involuntarily muttering under my breath. Mainly ancient obscenities from forgotten languages, so i knew there was no chance that Miss Cassandra could understand me. 

I attempted to explain myself to her three separate times when i gave up. I slumped into my armchair, feeling deflated and exhausted. I didn't want to be angry with Mordred, she was my best friend, but i didn't want to her to get her feelings hurt from Ezekiel's short romances before his attention span turned to something different. 

It was ghosts first, then aliens. Then there was that strange week where he was suddenly obsessed with some sort of 'video game'. A monstrosity that had resulted in him emerging at the end of the week with a full beard, cheesy snacks down his front, and a face that i could only describe as like Dracula and the Loch Ness monster had fused into one terrifying sleepy, weirdly affectionate being that responded to the name of Ezekiel. 

I didn't quite understand why Mordred was so attracted to Ezekiel either. He wasn't particularly intelligent, he wasn't interested in history or art or literature like she was, he had no respect for anything remotely cultural either. He had no great story as far as i could tell, and he had never told us any of his life achievements whatsoever, save the fact that he's the best thief in the world. A likely story. 

"Jenkins?" I heard someone say. I looked up, realising that i'd been staring blankly at the wall. I turned to Miss Cassandra and raised an eyebrow. "Are you jealous?" she asked, smiling at comfortingly. I shook my head, a little shocked by her question. "What do you mean by that?" I asked, wondering whether I wanted to know the answer to my question. 

"Are you jealous that Ezekiel has taken Mordred out on a date?" she asked. 

"I'm not jealous, I just don't think Mordred understands the simplicity of Master Jones's character," i said, trying not to show my disgust. 

"Simplicity of his character? Jenkins you are jealous. It's alright you know, you just have to make sure that you tell Mordred how you feel, without hurting her feelings. Or Ezekiels'." She said, giving me a smile. I tried a smile, but all i could manage was the faintest quiver at the corner of my mouth. 

This made me think a little. Maybe I was jealous of Ezekiel. But why? Why was i only realising this now? Why Ezekiel?