Owaine confronts Leon about his feelings for Cassie: Chapter 61, should follow it, sorry it took me so long to post this! Read, Review, and you really should read the actual fic to understand this, sorry.

"Owaine, we need to talk." Leon said seriously.

"So we do." Owaine agreed.

"I take it, she told you?" he said, taking the waterskin automatically.

"She told me." he said with a curt nod.

"Owaine, I would never do anything to get between the two of you. I can see how much she loves you. The whole of Camelot can."

"Is she why you've been taking more patrols since she got here?" Owaine asked, looking him in the eye, a challenging glint in his as they stared at each other.

"Yes." he admitted after a pause, deciding that complete honesty was the only way to mend the somewhat broken friendship.

"Do you love her?" Owaine asked, not sure if he wanted to know the answer,

"Yes," he admitted with a nod. "But I would never do anything to get between the two of you. What happened the other night was because she felt betrayed, and the second she got her wits about her she left."

"But you did nothing."

"No. I did nothing. In fact, part of me didn't care, and if she'd kissed me, that part would have won out and I would have kissed her back. But she didn't, and I would never kiss her knowing she was in love with you. It would be a betrayal to the three of us. I wouldn't be worthy of my knighthood." Leon admitted, hanging his head.

"I guess that's the difference between you and I. I could care less about my knighthood so long as she was by my side." Owaine said, leaning against the railing and letting out a long sigh.

"No, Owaine. The difference between you and I is that she fell in love with you. Not me. You value your knighthood just as much as I do, if not more." Leon said with a shake of his head.

"Perhaps I used to. But not anymore."

"Because of her magic?" Leon asked quietly, looking up and down the corridor.

"She told you?" Owaine hissed out, the jealousy he'd been trying so hard to force back coming out in full force.

"No." Leon said quickly, placatingly. "She used magic when she rode back with me to Camelot after that pilgrimage."

"So you've known as long as I have." Owaine said quietly, feeling foolish and knowing he'd have to tell Cassie to be more careful.

"For what it's worth, she was shivering while she slept, and when she woke up she muttered something and was suddenly very warm. She probably doesn't even remember or didn't even notice."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I'm going on patrol again next week, no need to worry." Leon said bitterly, choosing not to comment on what he asked.

"Thinking distance will change your feelings?" Owaine asked, moving on as he already knew why.

"No, I doubt my feelings will change. Unless I find someone else to fall in love with. I was rather hoping neither of you would ever find out. How I feel about her, I mean."

"If you had told her your feelings when you first had them, maybe this conversation would be the other way around." Owaine told him.

"No, I didn't realize that I'd fallen for her until after that pilgrimage to Lady Morgana's father's grave. And by then you two were clearly madly in love with each other, you just wouldn't act on it. Leaving her with you, you unconscious and her unprotected was the hardest thing I'd had to do. Those days when neither of you could be found were horrible. I blamed myself. For the both of you. I didn't realize I actually loved her until that one feast. The one with Lady Helen when she walked in with Morgana and Gwen in that spectacular dress and by then it was too late. It was always too late."

"I guess the better man won." Owaine said with a sly grin.

"There was never a fight to begin with! You won before the battle even started!" Leon replied, punching him in the arm.

"Cheer up, mate. There'll be other girls." Owaine kept on saying. "Guinevere is very pretty. As is the Lady Morgana. And, if you become First Knight, Uther just might grant your courtship." Owaine said, returning the punch with a carefree laugh when Leon started after him, running through the corridors like little boys. Their friendship once again completely mended.