Arin awoke with the, by now familiar, feeling of duality. The dream fresh in his mind, the desire for the woman still affecting him. A few deep breaths brought him back to this time but he couldn’t shake the desire. He rolled over and grabbed his phone and the napkin laying on the night table next to it. He had dialed half the number before he caught himself.
What the hell are you doing? Way to appear clingy and creepy. Wake up turned on and call the girl you just met? She’s probably not even awake yet.
He looked at the clock. Almost 1. The curse of working nights. Morning was gone.
Okay then, she’s up. But likely already started her day. She won’t appreciate a groggy, strange voice in her phone. How about you get yourself together then call.
Arin nodded in agreement with his inner monologue. Sometimes he sounded pretty smart, to himself. He dragged himself out of bed and into his habitual wake up routine. Light workout to get the blood flowing and the muscles prepped for the day. Then a hot shower and dressing. Ready to meet the day.
Afternoon.
Whatever.
*
Arin wanted to tell someone about who he thought he’d met. Viv would freak out. Kat might be willing to listen, depending on her mood. When he headed into the main house he was surprised by the quiet. Vivienne was not around. No loud music from Kat’s room. Though he could smell breakfast. No coffee. He shook his head. Kat will figure out that breakfast requires coffee someday. He set about brewing a pot. With a carafe and his mug in hand, he headed to Kat’s room. He found the door ajar and peeked in. He noticed that both beds had been slept in.
Guests. Interesting.
It didn’t take much detective work to figure out where Kat would be if it wasn’t her room. Arin headed to the computer lab. He tended to avoid that space unless looking for Kat for a reason. It still kind of weirded him out when she sat there, idly chit chatting with seemingly nothing, yet all the computers interacted as if being used at the same time. Arin never knew when Kat was talking to him or one of her machines.
He heard the sound of someone typing on a keyboard as he approached, which was a dead give away for the guest being with Kat. Likely she had to clear a layer of dust off that keyboard for it to be used. Arin wondered who would be allowed this far into their home. The teasing he had in mind for Kat faded as he saw into the room.
Tim rested his chin in one hand and that elbow rested on his knee as he contemplated everything Kat was telling him. A whole other world? Without those dreams I would think she was nuts but....everything felt so real. Tim couldn’t doubt the danger. The woman who had approached them from the alley, though beautiful, in the end didn’t seem like a good person.
“Arthur should be human?” Tim frowned. She makes it sound like we are magnets for weirdos.
He couldn’t help the smirk that formed as Kat talked about Arin and Guinevere. “Sounds to me like Arin just wants a chance to make out with the Queen again.”
Just like that a feeling of betrayal and hurt overcame him. His other half felt divided, torn at what Lancelot had done. He was a brother in arms, a man he fought beside and while he understood the attraction, Guinevere was beautiful, he couldn’t help but feel that Lancelot had been weak to give in. Their relationship had done the kingdom no favors.There was more there. Tim felt, rather Ywain felt close to Lancelot. He was his friend, a dear friend and the adultery between the queen and the knight had cost Ywain more than most others, save Arthur.
Tim frowned and looked pained. He felt suddenly ill at ease in his own skin. He didn’t even know Arin and he felt guilty on top of the other emotions. Not sure I like this whole dual life thing....
“First one...lucky me...”
"Sometimes another chance just lets you try and correct the things that had been done wrong," Arin said as he stepped through the door. He looked over the man in the chair with a mixture of skeptisim and sympathy, then to Kat.
"You brought home a stray?"
Tim just about jumped out of his skin at the sound of the man's voice. He gave him an awkward wave. "I didn't mean anything by it..."
He looked the man over. While he was not what Tim would have pegged for a 'knight', tinted hair and all he felt like he knew him. His very soul knew this man to be a great fighter, a valiant knight and despite what happened a loyal friend.
"Maybe you didn't. That's not important. You think it. Many will. Hell, Arthur and Guin will as well," Arin sighed. The same arguments he'd had with himself replaying in his head.
"In the end, it doesn't matter if you meant it or not. If you think it or not. I have a job to do. And you'll have to put up with me long enough to learn. I'm Eärendil Ablach. Arin for short. Or, Lancelot du Lac. But I suggest you use Arin in public. My other name will get you weird looks."
Tim stood and held out a hand. "Sorry, really. I didn't mean anything by it. Just trying to get a handle on everything. Bit unbelievable. Tim...Timothy Matheson."
Arin looked at the outstretched and smiled, "Just a sec with that." He turned to Kat, "He have a flashback yet? He know what's coming when we shake hands?" He turned back to Tim, "You might want to steady yourself."
Tim nodded slowly looking a little ill at ease. "Yeah...had one yesterday at the table. Kinda overpowering." He steadied himself a bit more. "Oh, they ugh, they say I am Ywain..." He looked to Kat questioningly. "This going to be good or bad?"
Kat smiled at Tim's joke, knowing her kind-of-sort-of adopted brother wouldn't appreciate the remark, sensitive as he was about that subject, but finding it funny none the less. She the watched somewhat sheepishly as Arin entered her Kat corner, and Tim all embarrassed trying to apologize. God he was adorable...
"Hey Arin! Yup, can I keep him? Pretty pretty please!" Kat joked back Arin's way.
The conversation lulled on her side as the two became better aquainted, and Arin did his whole brooding hero bit. When the two got ready to shake hands, Tim turned to her for direction, and a a warm little stirring deep in her core was probablly a little too pleased by that, especially since she probably wasn't the one to ask. "Given your history, could go either way." She shrugged.
Then a thought occurred to her. "You guys ever thing that maybe you can direct those flashbacks? Now that you know what's happening I mean." Kat asked curiously. "Maybe if you try to focus on something possitive, like your epic bromance, that'll be what comes up." She suggested with a wink thrown Tim's way.
Tim stared at Kat utterly confused and a bit embarrassed. He turned to look at Arin once more. "Bromance?"
He thought back to how he felt just talking about Lancelot. The feeling of comradery, loyalty and friendship. If Kat was right, that they had some sort of strong connection perhaps they could use that to their advantage. Has to be better than feeling like I am fighting for my life.
He raised an eyebrow at Arin, "What do you think?"
Arin chuckled at Kat's request to keep him, "Sure Kat. You can keep him. I don't know that either of you will be prepared for the other, but that's your problem." He grinned at Tim, "She's excitable. Be careful."
Tim grew flustered, "She...no, I am ugh...it isn't like that." He wasn't entirely sure what sort of context either of them were joking in now. His eyes darted between the two as if trying to figure things out.
"Hey, I thought he was the dog in this hypothetical!" Kat pouted playfully, watching Tim grow flustered with a little too much enjoyment. Yup, definitely an addiction forming.
"Dog?" Tim's eyes went a little wide.
"And a very cute puppy you would make." Kat said with a grin, playfully petting his hair like she would a dog's.
Tim's face grew red. 'So flashback...."
Arin shook his head, "See, already." He stuck out his hand, "Let's see if we can keep this on friendly terms then. Ready?"
Tim nodded slowly, "As ready as I have been with any of this so far." He took a big breath in and took Arin's hand.
There was sweat in their eyes as they sparred. Both men were shirtless and while they went at each other with a force that seemed overly aggressive both men were smiling broadly.
A wooden sword whacked Ywaine's shoulder and he grunted. "Nice shot."
"Nothing nice about it, you left yourself open...again. I keep telling you, you'd think the bruises would help the lesson." Lancelot chuckled.
Ywaine swung his wooden sword out and Lancelot blocked it smoothly. They were opposites, Lancelot smooth and quick while
Ywaine tended to have a heavier hand and slower reflexes. Both men were remarkable fighters in their own way but the two friends were very different.
Ywaine turned and tried to come around Lancelot's side. "What about that lady...the one in the court with the big brown eyes. You should court her Lancelot."
Lancelot sidestepped his friend. "No my thoughts are not on her."
Ywaine sighed an lowered his weapon. "It does you no good making eyes at her. You know that. Marry, have children, it will change this infatuation you seem to have."
"I am not infatuated. She is the Queen, Arthur's wife and I am loyal to them both, as my king and queen. That is it."
Ywaine frowned. "Whatever you say my friend." He felt slightly ill at ease but raised his sword again. "Alright, come on now let's see if you can hit me again."
Lancelot gave him a sideways smile. "Gladly."
Tim gasped and released Arin's hand. He felt hot and sweaty, just as he had been in the flashback. His shoulder felt tender.
"You hit me." He gave Arin a smile.
Arin huffed a breath in, a little winded. He returned Tim's smile, "And I will again if you keep letting your guard down like that.
You think a few centuries is enough to finally let the lesson sink in?"
Tim laughed, though still worked at catching his breath. "I don't know. Guess we will have to pick up where we left off and see."
"Right. And I'm sure Kat would love the show of her, 'bromance'" Arin raised an eyebrow at Kat. "Maybe we need an over eighteen warning?"
Kat stuck out her tongue. "Joke's on you, cause I've got at least three IDs in a drawer somewhere saying I'm twenty-one." Kat shot back, not to be denied a show. "I can do a lot of fun things with a little cleavage and uninterrupted access at a Kinko's."
Tim smirked, "Think you could handle it though? I mean it was very intense. Sweat and swords, no shirts..." It was his turn to join in the teasing now that it wasn't directed at him. "I think your eyes might not be old enough for it. Corruption of a minor." He nodded knowingly.
"I think her eyes would pop out of her head trying to see all the angles at once."
Arin nodded, "Like Tim says, no minor corruption. You wouldn't be able to take it."
Kat's ears started to turn red, though less from embarrassment, and more from irritation over the insinuation that she was a little girl. "Well there's only one way to find out I guess. Shirts off off boys, lets see what we're working with here." Kat returned, upping the ante by gesturing her hand in a by-your-leave motion that demanded compliance.
Tim laughed and rubbed his shoulder. He blushed now, shaking his head. "Demanding little thing isn't she?" He shot a grin at Kat who winked suggestively back.
"Alright, I'm out. You two are bringing it up a level. Not entirely fair Kat, no shirts only flows one way. And Tim, she often doesn't like being called little." Arin chuckled.
Tim nodded, "Gotcha." He gave Kat a wink back. "Sorry."
"Yeah Yeah, go ahead and laugh. I got this whole place rigged to the nines with security cameras. I'll see it all one way or another. This way I get a nice little DVD out of it." Kat grumbled back, though she softened a bit after Tim's wink.
Tim turned beet red. He glanced at Kat as if trying to gauge the truthfulness of her words before looking at Arin. "It was nice to meet you Arin."
"For sure, Tim. I'll let you get settled then we can set up some time for sword work." Arin turned to Kat, "Speaking of invasions of privacy, I may have found someone."
Kat's eyebrow shot up at that. "And? Any clue who we're got?" She asked.
"Well, she's a girl. And it was all flash backy. And it was about Guin and I spent the night dreaming about her. I think I found her." Arin tried to control the excitement. Kat knew he would be but with Tim here, and his comments, Arin didn't want to look over anxious.
"Cool! She hot?" Kat asked, elbowing him encouragingly in the side. "I take it you want me to keep quiet about this with Viv?" Kat asked on a more serious note. Her disapproval with Arin's quest to woo his long lost lady love was no secret.
Tim frowned but said nothing. He had things he wanted to talk to Arin about, about dealing with having what felt like two sets of emotions and memories but now seemed like a bad time. Guinevere... He felt ill at ease, just as he had in the flashback. His frown grew as they talked. Viv doesn't like it and yet he is insistent. This is bad.
Arin nodded, " As much as you would want me to keep quiet about those cameras." He winked. "Just give me time before she finds out who we all are."
Arin showed Kat the napkin with Arey's name and number, "That's her. I'll be calling her later, but I figured you'd want to do your background check stuff."
"Rodger Dodger, cyber stalking will commence." Kat joked back already turning to her computers to put in the comands and get the data crunching.
"So this is what you do when you think you found one of the knights? You background check them? Us...I mean me?"
Arin shrugged, "I'm just along for the ride when it comes to that stuff."
"Sort of." Kat replied. "Viv has these artifacts from all of you that she uses to try and get a read on you guys. From what she gives me, I put into data sets and then using background checks, census data, and tax info, I can usually narrow down a list of candidates who meet that criteria. That's how I found you. Well...technically we bumped into each other at a pizza shop and got attacked by a succubus, but you were still on my list!" Kat explained clinically, and then defended with a furrowed brow."You weren't at your office, and the secretary with the nice rack shooed me off." She finished with a sour look, remebering how she'd laughed like her flirting had been a joke.
Tim ran his hands through his hair. "Right okay.You went to my office..." He shook his head at Kat though he smiled. "Nice rack...I never noticed." His face felt hot as he spoke.
"Yeeeah sure baby cakes, whatever you say." Kat replied with a smug look.
Taking a deep breath Tim looked over at Arin. "So what is the purpose of finding Guinevere? I mean not to take away from this but....wasn't it because of her that things got messed up the first time around? Wouldn't it be better to find Arthur and avoid her?"
"Ooooooooh..." Kat said wincing. 'This is not gonna end well', she thought.
Arin stared at Tim for a moment, "It was not because of her. It was because of my own failings. If I could find her first, we will be able to avoid hurting Arthur. We were meant, more than her and Arthur. If that were clear, Arthur would have the chance to find someone before he was betrayed by me."
Tim frowned, he felt like they had had a similar conversation before. Probably have... "But if we feel what they feel, won't Arthur fall in love with her anyway? He loved her then, won't he still love her now? What if he hates you for taking away the chance of them? What if he refuses to let us help him or even join us because you found Guinevere and have her as your own? Isn't it still betrayal?" He was talking as if he had totally bought into it all and believed everything. The doubt he had seemed to have gone as he spoke. He could feel Ywaine reaching out to Lancelot, trying to talk sense into his friend.
Arin's face blanched, then started turning red, "Because I have to try damnit. If we tried the same thing as before, like you said, we'd end the same way. I'm trying to change the ending, the best way I know how." Arin seethed, he spun around and stormed out of the room. "Tell me when you're ready for battle."
Tim sighed. "Well that went well."
"Yeah...he's a little sensitive on the subject." Kat sighed as she watched Arin storm off. "Look, I know I probably don't have a right to butt in on this, not being one of you guys and all, but try and remember what we talked about last night. You guys are them, but you're also you. Just because you loved someone in a past life doesn't mean you will this time around, and you all deserve a fair shake at fresh starts. He's been eating up with guilt over this his whole life, this is just his way of dealing. What happens happens, but this is his fair shake."
Tim looked at Kat. "You ever wonder how he will take it if she doesn't love him? Or what if she loves Arthur anyway and this time doesn't fall for him? Ever wonder what that will do to a man so eaten up with past guilt that he will do anything he can to change things? I know a thing or two about guilt and this might not end in the way everyone hopes. Fair shake sure but this isn't a fairytale, no matter who we used to be."
He looked to where Arin had gone feeling partially like he should go after him but knowing that was Ywaine's feeling, not his own. He is in a bad spot and I don't envy him. Damned if he gets her and damned if he doesn't.
"People don't just love each other out of the blue for no reason." Kat retorted with a scowl. "And you're right, this isn't a fairytail where people just magically fall in love, residual feelings or not. This is the real world, real and modern, not medieval England. The rules are different and they have a chance to get to know each other again. If she doesn't love him, then he'll get over it, but if he doesn't get a chance to try it's just gonna fester until he can't take it anymore. Arin's like my brother ok, I know how he get about this stuff."
Tim gave Kat a sad smile. "You and I know that. He is very determined, you heard him they were meant more than she and Arthur. I am just saying it might do more damage than good for him to find her. I just hoped it works for him, I do. I just...guilt does strange things, stops you from thinking clearly."
"Yeah...I know. But sometimes, working things out for yourself, making plans, even if they don't work out, it helps. Even if just a little bit." Kat said, her eyes more somber than they'd been in a long time. Don't think about it, don't think about it, she chanted like a prayer in her head before turning back toward the computer, pretending to be checking the data sheets as she composed herself. She hadn't thought about the compound in a long time, but all this talk of guilt was dredging up bad memories. Arin wasn't the only one who'd spent a childhood feeling eaten alive by guilt. Tim put a hand on her shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. He felt a little in over his head but for whatever reason it now felt right.