A Day in a Knight Chapter 1: In Which They Are Not in Kansas Anymore "Woah." Buffy took a step back from Spike. All the words she had been about to say flew out of her head as she looked around. Spike did the same. "What the bloody hell just happened?" Spike looked up to the moon, which cast a glow across the white castle in from of them. "I'll take a guess. We're not in Kansas anymore Tin Man." "What's the tin man bit?" "Evil? No heart?" "Excuse me pet? Who were you just kissing over the heroic life threatening torture?" "Shut up Spike." Buffy turned around. "You ever been here before?" "Stand aside peasants." "Who you calling a peasant?" Spike whirled around to find himself looking into a horse's face. He looked up to a man on the horse, who was wearing about a ton of armor. "Aw bugger." "We're new here. Could you tell us where we are…oh sir Knight?" Buffy added the last part out of desperation. "You don't know Camelot? Methinks this lady is quite foreign." "Camelot. Of course. All hail King Arthur." Buffy bowed. She grabbed Spike and dug her fingers into his arm until he followed suit. "If you were in armor sir I would fight you for your insolence. But since you are foreign it will slide. And you look bloodied enough as it is. Onward!" He charged between them, his horse almost stampeding them. "Now I'm officially sure we aren't even in the 21st century. I want to wake up now." Buffy stomped her foot. Spike looked at her through lowered eyelids. He waited while she stood, watching her cute mouth pout and then turn to a full fledged frown. "What do you know about the legend of King Arthur?" "That's it's apparently not a legend. We're standing on the edge of the Forest Perilous looking at King Arthur's castle." "Anything useful?" "Be polite and try not to piss off a knight. They ain't as noble as they make out to be. Cut your bloody head off, soon as look at ya. Always going around making trouble. Have nothing better to do in times of peace." "Peace is good, isn't it?" "Not sure. Trying to remember." He pulled out a cigarette. Buffy scowled and he shrugged in her direction before lighting it. "Gawain, Galahad, Lancelot, Garet, Pellias, Kay, ah to hell with it." "Hey. Maybe we could talk to that Merlin guy. He could help us." "You been watching that 2 bit "Disney Sword in the Stone" crap haven't you love? Merlin is no sorcerer you want to tangle with. We don't go near him. Is that clear?" She nodded, a little taken aback. "This isn't Slayer turf. If we're going to survive we'll have to play it a bit differently. Come on." "Where are we going?" "We have to find shelter. Not much for roasting." "You're going to the castle?" "Why not?" "Hello. Drawbridge up? "Right then." He turned around and marched towards a cottage not far off. "Wait. Shouldn't we try to look a bit more like them? We both look really strange." "Nothing can be helped as of the moment." He touched his well-worn duster fondly. "I like my digs. Don't want to lose them." They continued to the cottage as planned and knocked on the door. A woman came and looked at them warily. "Excuse me. We are weary travelers from afar and we wondered if you have any shelter?" "Oh dear. You're hurt. I suppose we have a little room. Welcome." She backed up so they could get in. "Where are you from?" "The new world?" "Where?" Spike jabbed Buffy. "We are from England. My wife and I were sent away on a journey. We are back and are looking to built a home with the blessing from our wonderful king Arthur who without him the crops wouldn't grow. "To Arthur." She nodded. "My husband will be home soon. We have no children yet." She looked sad for a moment. "You must tell us of your journeys! And you need new clothing. Poor dears. How dreadful I've been to you." "You've been really nice." Buffy said quickly. "The pie is almost ready. Let me see what I have to spare." Chapter 2