Disclaimer: The characters of Xena and Gabrielle and others mentioned,
belong to MCA/Universal and Renaissance Pictures. No infringement on their rights are
intended.
Subtext Disclaimer: This story contains references to a loving relationship between two
consenting adults, who happen to be of the same sex. If this offends you, or you are under
18 years of age, or you reside in an area where this type of material is illegal, read no
more. There is plenty of general fanfic out there for you. Go find it.
Timeline: This story takes place the evening/night following the day the
Persians got their butts kicked in One Against An Army. There are also references to
the episodes in the Rift series, Return of Callisto and The Debt. You may consider viewing
these episodes before continuing, but if you dont, youre on your own.
Just a note: One Against An Army is my favorite episode for many reasons, but the main one
is the fact that through out most of it, Xena and Gabrielle are by themselves and talking.
Really talking, instead of idle chit chat or death threats, strategy sessions . . . I
think you get the point. Anyway that is what I love about the episode and so, for some
reason I decided to write this as a continuation of that episode. As usual, I started out
with a clear picture of what I thought happened and set out to make that happen, however
it didnt happen that way. I started the piece and somewhere along the way, I found
myself following the characters instead of leading them, which would account for the
length of this rather long ditty. Also, considering the episodes that led up to OAAA, I
believe that this wouldve been the most realistic place, in fiction terms, for X
& G to move into the subtext zone. I tried to do this slowly, but as I said, I just
followed their lead, although there is nothing sexually graphic, too much, to soon, so to
speak (inside joke), there is some heated moments and some touchy feely ones as well.
Enough said. Enjoy. I hope.
Please send any comments to asdease1@gte.net.
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A NEW DAY
by FlyBigD
Xena opened her eyes, taking only an instant to focus on the beams and thatched roof above
her. The light was dim and she quickly found the hole overhead and sighed, noticing the
darkening sky and a few twinkles of stars. Cursing herself for over sleeping, her mind
started to register what her other senses were sending. Closing her eyes, she concentrated
on those senses, smelling the air with its aroma of stale hay, the faint remnants of
smoke, the pungent smell of oil and the familiar scent of blood and death. Her ears
listened, hearing only the natural sounds of dusk that permeated the wooden walls
surrounding her. Next, she ran her tongue over her lips and tasted the dry, dirty grit
from the days previous activities. Ugh. Finally, knowing this would be the worst of
tests, she began to slowly stretch her muscles, logging every ache and twinge as she
flexed her appendages. The inventory completed, she opened her eyes and turned to study
the form beside her. Even in the impending darkness she could still make out
Gabrielles profile. The pained expressions of the past day were gone. Replaced by a
peaceful innocence that only came in slumber. Moving her gaze downward, she watched the
slow rhythmic rise and fall of the bards chest, confirming that her partner was in
the hands of Morpheus. Releasing the breath shed unconsciously been holding, she
smiled and watched a moment more, before rolling onto her side to get a better view of the
bard. Wincing at the arguments from her body, she placed a hand on the bards brow,
feeling the natural warmth, but to her relief, no heat from fever. Thank you.
Whispering to whomever might be listening and moved her hand to Gabrielles left
shoulder. It was hard to see the wound in the darkness and she felt around the arrow hole
as gently as possible, again feeling for unnatural heat that would indicate infection. She
continued her inspection, until a soft moan left the bards throat and the warrior
stilled her hand on soft skin. Watching the bards face, she waited until she was
sure Gabrielle wasnt going to wake, a feat that normally took nothing short of an
earthquake to accomplish, she smiled at the thought and removed her hand, satisfied
the the bard was well on her way back from the brink shed earlier trod so
precariously. Damn Persians. She muttered with remembrance.
Her immediate concerns taken care of, Xena quietly stood and stretched again. Moving
slowly and methodically, she cracked her neck and several other joints in an attempt to
work out the soreness and asses the damage. A cut on her left arm came to her attention
and she started to test it and sighed. You know, Xena, this would be a lot easier if
you could see. Chiding herself, she walked to the edge of the loft and surveyed the
armory floor. It was a mass of shades and darkness. The dark stain of oil mixed with the
blood from her victims, intermingled with the lifeless forms themselves, broken
sporadically by lighter sections of bare floor. Shaking her head, her eyes roamed until
she spotted a faint hint of light coming from the hearth across the room. Well, at
least I dont have to start from scratch. Sighing, she stepped out into
nothingness. Landing in a quiet thump, she groaned audibly as the back of her right leg
sent an agonizing pain to her head. Gods. She exhaled through gritted teeth
and immediately shifted her weight to the other leg. Closing her eyes, she waited for the
most intense pain to pass, then opened them again when only a dull ache remained.
Twisting, she ran a hand down to the wound and a flash of white appeared in the darkness
as her lips drew into a snarl. Scratching the dried blood, she ran her fingers along the
gash, wincing as twinges of pain shot up. Just what I needed. She said
sarcastically and continued her inspection, feeling a warm wetness, she rolled her eyes
skyward and cursed. Some warrior princess you are, stupid. Turning to glare at
the dark form of the ladder not a pace from where she stood. Grimacing, she felt the wound
again and resigned herself to the fact that if she didnt need stitches before, she
certainly did now. Pushing the pain aside and allowing the self deprecating curses to
swirl around, she limped her way toward the hearth, making agonizing stretches over
lifeless bodies. Its a good thing youre already dead. She
mentioned to several strategically placed forms in the darkness. At the hearth, she took a
moment to steady herself, taking several deep breaths and letting each out slowly.
That wasnt so hard. She lied.
Getting the fire going had taken a little effort on her part, mostly from bending to pick
up wood, but she pressed on to the next task at hand and looked around. The fire provided
ample lighting in the large room, but the floor was still in shades of darkness. As her
eyes scanned the still forms, her mind immediately began to sort and prioritize the next
phase. Separating what was wanted from what was need, she relegated wants to the rear and
adjusted the needs into a top ten list. First things, first. Looking to her
left, she spotted Argos saddle bags as they peeked from underneath a Persian
soldier. Oh, perfect. Sighing at the thought of having to extract it from the
lifeless form, she tested the injured leg and started toward the first thing on the list.
It was only a short distance, but the pain seemed to extend the length into leagues, every
step sending a reminder of the battle to her brain, which only made the trip longer and so
the viscous circle continued until she was close enough to nudge the ill placed body with
the toe of her boot. Raising an eyebrow she shifted from one foot to the other.
Quick and painful or slow and painful? Tapping her chin, she made the decision
and quickly bent down, pulled in a short burst of strength and brought the saddle bags out
with a whoosh of air, followed by a light thud, then proceeded to hop lightly on her
uninjured leg until the pain from the right one subsided. Managing to keep all the
explicatives silent, she crossed the great chasm back to the hearth and gingerly sat
down. Whoa. Taking a deep breath, she puffed her cheeks and blew upward,
sending her bangs to flight for an instant. Settling the bags between her outstretched
legs, she dug around pulling out items necessary for tending her wounds. Preparing the
tedious task of mending her body, her brow knitted for a moment, then she searched the
immediate area around the hearth. Nothing found she scanned the room and spotted the water
skin where shed left it earlier. It had been near the saddle bags and was still
hanging on a peg above the cursed Persian whod fallen on the a fore said items and
she closed her eyes in disbelief. For an instant, she considered just spitting on the
bandages and tested the contents of her mouth. I cant come up with enough spit
to put out a firefly. She surmised and looked again at the distance to where the
skin hung. Testing her leg, she switched to plan beta and decided that walking was not an
option. This sucks. Moving onto all fours.
Marking item one off the list, Xena swallowed the last of her concoction, a combination of
antibiotics and pain killer, then looked down at the bandage on her leg. Although she had
considered stitches, the fact that the wound was almost impossible for her to reach and
number two on the list would probably rip them anyway, she had opted for a thorough
cleaning, a little salve and a clean bandage. That accomplished, she closed her eyes and
waited for the pain killer to settle in, but remained focused on the next item on the
list. Two, drag the Persians outside and away from the armory. The oil will help them
burn, but that will have to wait until morning. Dont want to bring the rest of the
Persian army down on our heads. What about the ones on the roof? The buzzards and wolves
can have them. That brought a smile to her face. Three, collect all the poisoned
arrows and burn them. Arrows. Arrows? Gabrielle. Gabrielle! Gabrielle! Xena opened her
eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps, as the reality of the dream momentarily overrode
coherent thought. She was standing, sword drawn and looking around desperately.
Gabrielle! Shouting for her friend, her head spun from side to side.
Gabrielle!
Xena. Came a hushed response.
Gabrielle. The warrior whispered, turning in the direction that the sound had
come from, she vaulted skyward, rotating through a somersault and landed solidly a few
feet from the edge of the loft. Her insides churning, Xena moved quickly to the
bards side and knelt down. Sheathing her sword, the warrior placed a shaky hand on
the bards brow and watched anxiously until Gabrielles eyes fluttered open to
give her a puzzled look. As quickly as the dream had set her heart pounding, the
bards questioning perusal brought it back to normal. Taking several deep breaths,
giving the bard a faint smile. Hey. Her voice just a whisper, she moved her
hand to the bards cheek, stroking it gently. How you feeling? The smile
turned into mirror image of the bards concerned frown.
Noting the concerned look on the warriors face, Gabrielle considered before
answering and a question floated up from her clouded memory. Are we dead?
A playful smile broke the warriors frown. You already asked me that.
Stroking the cheek one more time before moving her hand to take the bards smaller
one in hers and squeezed gently. Watching Gabrielles expression waver from confusion
to uncertainty, her smile brightened before answering. No, Gabrielle. Were not
dead. Giving the bards hand another squeeze, instead of the proverbial pinch
of reassurance.
Gabrielle felt the pressure and took the warrior at her word. Closing her eyes, she
sighed, a soft moan escaping her lips. Not fully awake, her mind clouded with snatches of
visions that danced around her consciousness. The sound of metal on metal echoed along
with cries of the dying, the smell of something burning, someone standing over her, then
Xenas familiar battle cry and finally the silence. Persians? The only
vision she didnt have an answer for.
Gone. Xena answered quietly, studying her friend closely. She knew the bard
would recover, but in the light from the fire, she was concerned by Gabrielles pale
complexion.
The gods forbid. As another memory popped in her head, though not a vision,
just a voice and not even hers.
What? Still holding on the the bards hand, concern etched her face into
a deep scowl and she checked the bards brow with her free hand.
A smile played at Gabrielles lips as the memory came again. Opening her eyes, she
looked up to the warrior and an ironic twinkle played behind long lashes. Go
home. Mimicking the warriors voice. There are thousands more like
me. Slowly the smile grew brighter as she watched the warriors expression go
from consternation to recognition. A chuckle broke the silence, followed by a cough and
she held her breath until both passed. Thats a scary thought. She said
at last, giving the warrior a lopsided grin.
Funny. Unable to contain her own smile, she chuckled. Well it worked,
didnt it? Putting on her best warrior princess glare for emphasis.
Hmm. Gabrielle held the warriors eyes as the idea of a thousand warrior
princess running around would scare the bageez's out of anybody, right mind or not.
Theyre probably half way back to Persia by now.
Xena gave her a scrupulous look. I doubt that. Fingering the bards
blonde hair, she winked. Shrugging her shoulders, the warrior let the tension that filled
her earlier drift away and be replaced by an overwhelming sense of relief.
But, leaning down, she place a kiss on the bards forehead and pulled
back to stare intently into deep green pools, thats not my problem
anymore.
Xena. Drawing out the warriors name in an admonishing tone.
No, Gabrielle. Leaning further back, her smile disappeared and was replaced
with stoic resolve. I did my part and now the only thing Im concentrating on
is getting you well.
But, Xena you could... Her words were cut off by two fingers on her lips.
No, Gabrielle. She whispered, watching the bards face contort with
frustration, she felt the desperation and helplessness of the previous night come back to
her, along with the dark memories of the past season. The pain of losing her son and the
knowledge of what soon followed tore at her soul and she closed her eyes. Even though she
knew they had moved beyond the betrayal and pain, it was still fresh in her mind and that,
coupled with the thought of losing Gabrielle as well had filled her with something she
hadnt felt in a very long time. Fear. It had encompassed her entire being and shaken
her down to her core. The power shed gained from Loa Ma was nothing compared to the
fear of losing her best friend and when shed gone down before the Persian assault,
it was that fear that brought her up again. It burned inside of her, ripping through her
veins like molten lava and given her a strength like none other. It was raw. It was primal
and to the Persians, it was lethal. No. Her voice barely audible, she
opened her eyes and pushed those memories aside, looking down at the bard her eyes
glistened. Lifting her fingers, she brushed them lightly against the bardss lips
before moving them to stoke a pale cheek. This time no arguments. Cupping the
bards face in her hand, the warrior leaned down and placed a light kiss on warm
lips. Please.
Gabrielle barely heard the plea as Xenas lips met hers again. Though this kiss was
just as gentle, the bard felt something pass between them. She didnt know what it
was, but as the warrior pulled away, a hint of it lingered between them and as they held
each others eyes, the bard thought she caught a glimpse of pain behind the crystal blue.
No arguments. Conceding with a sigh and saw the pain disappear.
The warmth of the kiss faded and Xena smiled. Thank you.
Youre welcome. Returning the smile and feeling a slight twinge pass
through her, she shuddered with its aftermath. Whether it was the effects of the
kiss or the fact that she hadnt had anything to drink, except antidote for the past
half day, the bard licked her lips. An action that at first was unconscious, but quickly
brought on a blush as she saw the warriors eyebrows disappear beneath her bangs.
Could I have... Her mind caught suddenly as it was trying to figure out what
it wanted.
Water? Xena prompted, watching the bards face react, causing her own to
exhibit a crooked grin.
If its not too much trouble. Finding her voice.
No trouble at all. Standing, she gave the bard a wink then turned and took a
step toward the ladder.
Xena. Following the warriors movements, she spotted the bloody bandage
on Xenas leg. Youre hurt. Pointing when the warrior turned to look
at her.
Twisting, she glanced down at the wound on her leg and noticed the red stain. Yea,
well, its not as bad as it looks. The pain killers had effectively dulled the
sensations coming from the gash and she shrugged. Itll need a few
stitches. Her voice indifferent.
A few? Gabrielle couldnt see the extent of the injury from her current
vantage point, but even with that fact, the red streaks slowly making their way down the
back of Xenas leg told her that it was going to take more than a few
stitches to repair the damage. Let me look at it. Motioning with her hand for
the warrior to return.
Its okay. Ignoring the bard, she turned back to the ladder. I
cant even feel it. Without further ado, she climbed down the ladder and
continued ignoring Gabrielle as she called to her.
Xena. She stated flatly and listen as the warrior moved around the armory,
effectively out of her sight. Xena. She said again and listened, this time she
was sure she heard a chuckle. Closing her eyes, as some not so nice thoughts bounced
around and she waited for the warrior to return. Hearing wood creaking, she opened her
eyes and saw a dark head come into view, quickly followed by two blue eyes with an evil
twinkle in them, which were just as quickly followed by a pair of smirking lips. Her eyes
became slits as she glared at her friends obvious pleasure. Xena, let me look at
your leg. Seriously.
First things first. Coming to the bard, Xena bent over and dangled the water
skin in front of her patient. Thirsty? The smirk was replaced by a mischievous
grin.
Gabrielle had no intention of letting the issue go, but gave in to her bodys needs.
Give me that. Grasping for the skin, she sat forward and was struck by an
agonizing pain in her left shoulder. Gods. She gasped with a sudden intake of
air. Her eyes squeezed shut and her whole upper torso felt like it was on fire.
Xena. A hushed plea through clenched teeth.
Gabrielle! Dropping to her knees, the warrior threw one arm behind the
bards back and the other behind the blondes head, bringing to rest on her
shoulder. Easy. Easy. She murmured, ignoring the death grip the bard had
quickly put on her upper arm. I gotcha. Cradling the bard in her arms, she
held her steady. Relax. She whispered into the bards ear. Relax,
Gabrielle. Relax and breath.
Gabrielle took several deep breaths, letting them out slowly, trying to make her body do
the warriors bidding. After several minutes, the pain subsided and she consciously
made her muscles relax.
Im gonna lay you back down. Okay? Feeling the blood return to her arm as
the bards grip lessened, Xena waited for a sign that the bard was ready.
Gabreille merely nodded and feeling a shot of pain, fought the urge to stiffen and resist
and concentrated on controlling her breathing and relaxing, but couldnt stop a small
groan from escaping.
Okay, here we go. Holding the bards body against her, Xena slowly eased
forward, but hesitated when Gabrielle tensed. You okay? The bards chest
expanded and she felt a warm breath against her neck, followed by a slight nod and she
started again, but slowed her descent. Almost there. With Gabrielle once again
settled on the furs, Xena eased her arm from beneath the bard and grimaced when she saw a
wince. Gabrielle still gripped her other arm, forcing Xena to hover just above the
bards body. Using her free hand, she pulled gently, gradually forcing the bard to
relinquish her hold and carefully brought the bards arm down, resting it on the furs
across the young womans abdomen. Free to lean back, Xena eased her hand from behind
the bards head and moved it down to rest on Gabrielles chest, which had
developed a light layer of sweat. The immediate crisis over, Xena cursed herself for the
pain shed caused with her indulgence. Quickly blaming the pain killers for dulling
her mind, then just as quickly kicking herself for ever taking them in the first place.
Closing her eyes, she shook her head. Of all the stupid ideas.
Is that for you, or for me? Still quite aware of her condition, Gabrielle
smiled and opened her eyes. She couldnt explain why she smiled, because the pain was
definitely there, but if she had taken the time to consider, which she didnt, she
may have discovered it had something to do with the warm hand residing on her chest.
Xena hadnt realized shed said the words out loud and kicked herself again for
that, before opening her eyes to face the bard. Gabrielle, I am so
sorry. The smile on the bards face did nothing to subside the guilt that
churned inside. She felt a chuckle coming from the bard and gave her an inquisitive look.
You all right? Whats so funny?
Yes and nothing. Chuckling again, which caused a pain to shoot from her
shoulder, but she ignored it, finding the deepening furrow on the warriors forehead
much more interesting.
Gabrielle? Drawing out the name, her curiosity overrode her guilt.
Its a good thing we have each other, Xena. Shaking her head.
Because no body else would ever put up with us. Her face contorted into a
painful scowl, which belied the laughter that broke from her lips.
The truth of the statement sunk in and Xena found herself unable to resist the happiness
that came from the knowledge. Watching the bards face flip back and forth between
pain and joy, she shook her head as a chuckle made its way up from her gut.
Truth hurts, huh? Matching the bards guttural laughter.
Yes. As a tear made its way down her temple, she watched a broad smile
fix itself on the warriors face. Bringing her hand to her chest, she covered
Xenas and gave it a couple of light strokes, before letting it rest atop the
warriors.
Slowly the laughter quieted and they stayed transfixed by each others eyes. Neither
one willing to break the silent spell, until the quiet was finally broken by an unearthly
rumble.
Xenas eyes widened and glanced down at the bards stomach with a look of awe as
a second and even louder growl escaped. Looking back to the bards eyes, she raised a
brow. Hungry?
Among other things. A little huskily. Gabrielle cleared her throat and tried
again. Yes. Im a little hungry.
Gabrielle. Youre never a little hungry. Xena noticed the bards
color had returned and also noted that her hand, the one trapped between Gabrielles
chest and hand, was quite toasty. Easing it out of its comfy oven, Xena turned to
retrieve the forgotten water skin. Pulling the stopper, she handed it to the bard and
helped her friend take several healthy swallows before doing the same. Ill see
what I can scrounge up. Handing the skin to the bard, she stood and stole a sideways
glance before turning toward the ladder.
Thanks for the mental picture. Taking the skin, Gabrielle grimaced, thinking
of what the word scrounge would mean in food terms and brought the skin to her lips,
drinking deeply. Her thirst quenched, she watched until the warrior disappeared, then felt
a sudden flash of heat pass over her and swore through gritted teeth. She did it
again. Realizing that shed let Xena slip away without checking her wound. Her
mouth opened with the idea of calling the warrior back, but closed it knowing the effort
would a waste. Damn. Whispering the curse on both of them. Shes on a
mission. Rolling her eyes. Considering her current state, Gabrielle vowed silently,
that she wouldnt let the warrior escape again. Even if I have to sit on her to
do it. She whispered with conviction and smiled at the image of doing just that.
Thinking of possible strategies and positions she could use to subdue the warrior,
something stirred inside her, making her skin tingle and sending a flush of heat over her
body. The flush turned into an uncomfortable wave, making the fur covering her body, itch
against her skin. Grabbing it, she tossed the cover aside and considered the source of the
sudden feverish attack. Xena? Relaxing, as the cool night air brushed some of
the heat from her body. Does that antidote have side effects?
I dont think so. Flipping through the saddle bags, she looked up toward
the loft. Why?
Because unless its really hot in here, I think Im having some kind of
reaction. Pulling at the top edge of green fabric, Gabrielle blew on the exposed
skin of her breasts.
A smirk crossed Xenas face and she stopped her search long enough to take a rueful
glance at the hand shed held to the bards chest. Youre not the
only one. Under her breath, then returning her attention to finding food for the
monster in Gabrielles stomach. Its not you. Raising her voice to
the bard. Well not completely you. Whispering again and used one hand to
search and the other to fan herself.
Are you sure? Blowing downward again. This isnt natural.
Positive. Pulling out several items wrapped in cloth, she stopped fanning and
inspected them. One was a full loaf of bread and the other a block of cheese. Not much,
but itll have to do for now. Wrapping them back up, she put dropped them in
saddlebag and threw it over her shoulder. Turning, Xena started for the ladder and
stopped. Glancing around, items two through ten of her list of things to do smacked her in
the face. The heat of a few moments earlier drained away as the thought of spending the
night in a room filled with dead bodies left her with a eerie chill. Looking up at the
loft, she sighed heavily. Out of sight. Out of mind isnt gonna cut it
here. She said to herself. Resigned to what lay in store, Xena picked her way back
to the ladder and started up. Sometimes I hate my job, she thought with a sense of dread.
Gabrielle lifted her gaze from her cleavage to glance at the warrior. Whats
wrong? Xena didnt look happy and she knew, from past experience, that that was
never a good sign.
Nothing. Pulling the bags from her shoulder, Xena placed them beside the bard.
Theres some bread and cheese in there. Tension crept between her
shoulder blades and she rotated her neck to relieve the pressure, causing popping sounds
in the process. Thats the best I can do for now. That said, she turned
back toward the ladder.
Xena. The warrior stopped, but didnt turn around. Something in the pit
of her stomach reared its ugly head and the bard felt a sense of dread steal the
warmth from her body. Xena. She tried again. Whats wrong?
Nothing. Theres some stuff I have to take care of. After you eat, try to get
some rest. Moving to the ladder, Xena looked at the floor below and closed her eyes.
Ill be back up later. Not wanting to face the bard, she took a step
sideways and then dropped off the edge. Although the pain killers did their job and kept
most of the pain in her leg at bay, they couldnt take away the uneasiness that was
floating just beneath the surface of her emotions. Sighing, yet again, Xena moved to the
closest body, bent over, took a firm grip on a cold pair of boots and pulled.
After several disconcerting moments, Gabrielle listened closely to the sounds coming from
below and though she could imagine the scene she would encounter, it didnt stop her
from slowly making her way to the edge and peeking over. There were bodies everywhere and
for a moment she closed her eyes as a wave of memories drummed their way to the surface.
The pounding in her head matched the one in her chest and her heart beat rapidly, the
images of death and destruction vanquishing her appetite. Opening her eyes, Gabrielle
watched as Xena took hold of another body and proceeded to drag it out the door. It seemed
to be happening in slow motion and with every lifeless form removed, the pain on the
warriors face grew, as if the dead were leaching the life out of her. Tears flowed
unchecked down the bards face as the torture for her friend continued until finally
the floor had been cleared. Next, she watched Xena sift through the scattered weaponry,
picking out arrows from the other items left behind by the Persians. Then the
warrior disappeared into the darkness and Gabrielle heard noises of sharp metal points
being removed from the doors of the armory. It took only a minute and Xena returned, her
arms now full of poisoned arrows and the bard smiled a faint smile when Xena dumped them
into the hearth with gusto. The pain in her shoulder and the ache in her chest gave
Gabrielle a subtle reminder of what damage one of the arrows had caused.
Both women watched as the flames licked the arrows, igniting the feathers and turning the
shafts black as the poison began to bubble silently on the tips. Neither one turned away
until all evidence of their existence vanished into smoldering embers.
Satisfied, somewhat, Xena added several more logs to the fire. Bastards. She
muttered, throwing one last log into the flames and watching it send up a steam of burning
embers. It didnt matter whether it was the heat of the flames, or the smoke that
billowed around her, or the memory of what shed almost lost that caused the tears to
fall, she just let them. She didnt even care enough to wipe them away before she
turned to see a matching set falling from two green eyes that watched her silently from
above. Nothing couldve prepared her for what she felt at that moment and every nerve
in her body tingled. I love you. Her voice had a ragged edge that sounded
strange in her ears and for a moment, she wondered it shed actually said it aloud,
but as she watched, a smile flittered across the bards face and then her words came
back to her.
I love you. Gabrielle answered and as the words faded to silence, her world
diminished to two blue eyes that held her entranced. Those eyes came closer and with each
second that passed, she felt something inside her reaching up and suddenly the pain of
their recent past took hold of her heart. Without warning, that past claimed her vision as
Callisto, Hope and Craftstars faces flashed before her eyes, dragging her back in
time and she struggled to breath as something deep inside her screamed for release. No!
Her mind fought back against it. She felt the tendrils of Dahoks flames surrounding
her body, holding her helplessly above the altar. Her head thrashed back and forth as the
heat reached for her soul. No! No! The vision blurred into one of Xena cradling
Solans lifeless body. No! She ran as the warriors anguished cry ripped
through the air, tearing her heart from her body. No! This isnt happening.
The vision blurred again and this time she found herself rising to face the warrior
princess. The hatred in Xenas eyes flashed and Gabrielles voice mirrored the
emotion, her voice an extension of her core, racing to embrace the darkness that enfolded
her. No! No! No more! Please! No more . . . pain. The last just a whisper in her
mind as she felt something warm on her face. Her eyes focused on the sea of blue directly
in front of her.
Xena cupped Gabrielles face in her hands, her eyes reflected the torment she saw and
her heart shuddered. No more pain. She whispered, bringing her lips to meet
the bards in a gentle reassuring kiss.
No more pain. The sound of the words drifted in her consciousness before their
meaning was brought home by the touch of soft lips against hers. The guilt and fear that
lurked just beneath the surface of her emotions made her resist the embrace, resist the
love and understanding that were being thrust upon her. She didnt deserve the love.
Didnt deserve the understanding. Didnt deserve to be forgiven, but she was.
She could feel it and her soul cried out as if breaking the surface of some dark watery
grave her fear had created. Gasping for air, her soul took in all that it was given and
Gabrielle felt herself being drawn out of her darkness. Out of the shadows shed been
living in and into the light of reality. A reality that spread warmth from her lips down
to her very core and she stopped fighting it and, instead, matched it.
Xena felt the change and the gentle kiss quickly took on an intensity that threatened her
precarious position on the ladder. Her leg throbbed from the wound, her body ached from
exhaustion, her heart was pounding wildly and she couldnt remember the last time she
breathed, but none of that mattered when she felt Gabrielles fingers grip the back
of her head and pull her insistently forward. Letting go of the bards face, Xena
brought her hands down to steady herself against the floor of the loft as the ladder
teetered to one side. Once balance was restored, she found herself in the midst of an
emotional battle between what she wanted to do and what she knew she had to do. The want
side was fighting for allowing her to be drawn in to the passion that was building at a
heated pace and the need fought back with a reason, stemming from years of mental and
physical discipline, that kept her from rushing into anything without first considering
the consequences. And so the battle raged for what seemed like an eternity, on side being
fueled by the bards obvious desires, as well as her own and the other by the little
voice she listened to that told her nothing, not even the desire she so wanted to give
into was worth the remotest of chances of losing the most precious thing in her life.
Gabrielle. There was no doubt what the bard wanted because her lips were making themselves
quite clear on that front, but the voice persisted with possible ramifications of letting
one moment of passion ruin their relationship, their friendship and again breaking the
bonds so recently mended. Her decision made, her resolve set, Xena tried to extricate
herself from the bards passionate embrace and found it a little more difficult than
shed anticipated. Her first attempt failing, she almost gave into the heat coursing
through her body, but the little voice tapped her on the shoulder and somehow, she finally
succeeded in separating herself from the bard. Drawing back and breathing heavily, she
stared into the mixed expression of the bard. Gabrielle. Smoke from her body
clouded her mind and she found herself struggling for the words she needed to say.
Gabrielle, I . . . Taking a long deep breath. . . . I think we need to
talk. Her voice calm and a bit husky, she waited for the bard to say something.
Gabrielles mouth moved, but nothing came out. Words and emotions whirled in her
mind, as she made the effort to retrace the last chain of events and put them in some
semblance of order. An angry doubt played at the edge of her reasoning, making her
question if shed been wrong about what shed felt in the warriors kiss.
No, she thought, there was no doubt that Xena had wanted it as much as she had, but the
doubt persisted. Studying the warriors face, she searched for a sign that her doubt
and subsequent rising fear was unwarranted and, in turn, found Xena studying her just as
intently. The warriors blue eyes giving her no sense of what was going through the
Xenas mind and seeing no sign one way or the other, the doubt crept over her,
pushing to the fore and sending a chill down her spine at the thought of making one huge
mistake. By the gods, what have I done? Xena . . . Im sorry. A
dread gripped her heart. I thought that you . . .
Seeing the fear spread over the bards features, Xena quickly reassured her friend.
I do, Gabrielle. I do . . . Trying to reassure her friend, she saw the fear on
the bards face replaced by confusion. . . . its just that . . .
The words eluded her and she closed her eyes and sighed. . . . maybe this is too
much, too soon. Ya know? Fearing the answer she might see in the bards eyes,
she kept hers closed and felt the words as much as said them. What I mean is
Gabrielle. Taking a deep breath. Weve been through so much this last
year that, as much as I want this, as much as I want you right now, Im not willing
to risk our friendship on something we might both regret later. Opening her eyes,
she continued. You mean more to me than the air I breath. Youve brought joy to
my life and taught me how to feel again and how to love. Gabrielle, you are my world.
Everything I do is because of you. Everything I am is because you help make me the person
I am today. Without you, Id be lost, or insane, or both, but Im not and
its because of what youve given me, what youve shown me. You are my best
friend and I love you and whether or not we do this is secondary to our friendship. I can
live without this, Gabrielle, but I cant live without you. Although shed
been unable to stop the words once theyd started, the warrior somehow felt a sense
of relief that shed finally been able to say what shed been holding back for
so long.
Gabrielle reached out and wiped away a tear that was cleaning a path down the
warriors dirty cheek. She smiled, thinking of the stereotype people had about Xena.
The fierce, stoic warrior that only spoke to issue orders, or make death threats, or to
belt out her infamous war cry and saw only a cold heartless warlord in those blue eyes and
compared it to what shed just heard and what she saw before her. Xenas words
had melted her heart and swept away all traces of doubt and fear and looking into the blue
eyes she saw them sparkle with life, love, warmth, compassion, understanding and wonder.
This was the Xena she knew and even though the warrior was capable of living up to her
reputation; Gabrielle had seen that first hand and shivered remembering, that this Xena,
the one whod just opened her heart and soul was the real warrior. The one shed
followed. The one shed idolized. The one she loved. The one who just out barded
the bard, she thought ruefully. Add that to her many skills. Her smile grew as
she used Xenas own words to express what she knew was an undeniable truth.
Even in death, Xena, I will never leave you.
The bards words lifted the final burden from Xenas heart and her eyes filled
with tears again and closing them, brought her hand to cover the bards, interlacing
their fingers. Squeezing gently, Xena turned and placed a gentle kiss in the bards
palm, then opened her eyes. I love you, Gabrielle. Her voice just above a
whisper. Smiling, she pressed her lips to the bards palm again.
Gabrielles eyes fixed on the warriors. Leaning forward, she slowly closing the
gap between them and moving her hand back to the warriors cheek, stopped a breath
away from Xenas lips before echoing the warriors words and what she felt in
her own heart. I love you, Xena. Then hesitated half a moment to tilt her head
slightly before closing the distance and felt the softness of Xenas lips against
hers.
The bards kiss was gentle, lacking the intensity and passion of earlier, but held
something far more powerful than Xena had expected. Love. The kind of love that wraps
around you like a fire warmed blanket on a cold night, the kind that brings a smile to
your face for no reason and the kind that brings a warrior princess to her knees at the
thought of never feeling that love again. That is what this kiss held and Xena uttered a
sigh swimming in that love for a moment more, before the bard pulled away. Opening her
eyes, she stared in to the deepest of green that encompassed her vision. The bards
eyes shown with happiness and love and though the warrior knew there was something else
there, something that would end this moment of bliss, her sense of purpose overrode the
desire to stay locked in the bards gaze forever. The something else was fatigue.
Despite her longing, Xena acknowledged the tiredness she saw in Gabrielles eyes and
allowed herself to feel her own weary state. Smiling regretfully, Xena made her way onto
the loft and saying nothing aloud, conveyed her wishes with her eyes.
Gabrielle sighed as Xena took her in her arms and lifted her off the ground. The moment
was over, but the bard held onto it a little longer, wrapping her arm around the
warriors neck and laid a weary head on a strong shoulder.
No words were spoken until Xena had tucked the bard back into her makeshift bed. Leaning
down, she kissed the bards brow and smiled. Get some sleep. Staying by
Gabrielles side, she waited until the bard slipped into silent slumber and continued
to watch for a short time, unwilling to relinquish the feeling of comfort that the
bards closeness brought. Closing her eyes, Xena allowed her predatory instincts and
overactive senses to ebb into a simple moment of peace. Opening her eyes, she glanced once
more at the bard and a smiled, the rose to her feet and proceeded with items four through
ten of the forgotten list of things to do.
Gabrielle opened her eyes and frowned. Her surrounding held no resemblance to the
ones of her dream and the loss of that vision made her sad. I knew it was too
good to be true, looking around and finding the warrior sitting at her side, giving
her a smile. She smiled back. Hey. Blinking the last bit of sleep from her
eyes.
Hey. Stroking the bards cheek with her knuckles. How you
feeling?
Better. And, to her surprise, she actually did. How long have I been
out? Peeking at the darkness that still showed through the hole in the roof.
Awhile. Reaching for the water skin, Xena brought it around to the bard and
pulled the stopper. Here, bringing it to Gabrielles lips, drink
some of this. Helping the bard manage the task.
Gabrielle took a long drink then pushed the skin away and gave it a puzzled look, which
she then turned on the warrior. Thats full. Indicating the bulging skin.
Yea. I filled it while you were asleep. Taking a drink for herself, Xena
replaced the stopper and set the skin aside. That done, she reached over and examined the
bards wounded shoulder. The redness was gone and the effort to clean it thoroughly
was paying off, hoping the one on the bards back was faring as well, now that had
been a challenge to do and not wake the bard, but with the salve and fresh bandages, Xena
knew both wounds would heal in time. Satisfied with her handiwork, she returned her gaze
to the bards face and raised her eyebrows when she was hit by an accusing glare.
What?
Ignoring the pain from her shoulder, Gabrielle raised up, braced her palms against the
floor and inched her butt back until she could comfortably sit in an upright position. Her
eyes never left Xenas during the process and now fixed the warrior with unwavering
gaze. Give me the saddlebags. Her tone leaving no room for argument.
Xena was a little confused by the bards actions, but didnt argue and gave
Gabrielle what she asked for.
Taking the bags, Gabrielle searched through them until she found what she wanted and set
several items on the floor beside her, then reached for the water skin and added it to
group. Checking the inventory of items, she closed the saddle bags and set it aside, then
turned her attention back to the warrior and pointed to Xenas bandaged thigh.
I want that leg, right here, indicating her lap, right now.
Gabrielle. Xena rolled her eyes, which she quickly discovered was a mistake as
a surprisingly strong hand wrapped around her forearm and yanked. Hey! Finding
herself being unceremoniously drug forward, she resisted, but to no avail and gave in to
the bards greater will. Okay. Okay. You win. Gee, maybe that antidote
did have some side effects, released from Gabrielles grip. Shaking her head at
what this scene must look like, she crawled over the bard, lowering her body to rest face
down, placing the injured leg on the bards lap. Raising up on one elbow, she twisted
around to give the bard a questioning look. Happy?
No, but I will be once this is taken care of. Paying no attention to the
tongue pointed in her direction, Gabrielle deftly removed Xenas boot dagger from
its home and cut away the bloodied bandage. By the gods, Xena.
Exasperated by what lay underneath the tattered material. I could beat you for
letting this go so long. Sighing heavily, Gabrielle began the pains taking task of
making some order out of the bloodied mess. Looking around, she spotted a fur just beyond
the warriors head. Hand me that. Pointing at the item.
Following Gabrielles direction, Xena retrieved the fur and handed it back to the
bard, watching as it was folded and raised her leg at the bards urging. When the fur
was arranged beneath her thigh, to Gabrielles satisfaction, Xena lowered her leg.
Though the pain killers had done their job, theyd worn off sometime ago and left her
with an irritating ache that shed shuffled to the back of her mind, but with so much
attention being paid to the wound at present, the ache resurfaced with a vengeance, making
her wince with the bards careful prodding. Turning away, lowering her head to rest
on her hands, Xena searched the shadows for something to focus on. There wasnt much
to look at and she finally settled on an out of place sandbag. Taking a deep breath, she
started at it, concentrating, pushing the pain and everything else from her mind, relaxing
into a semi-hypnotic state.
Taking her time, Gabrielle cleaned the wound, carefully picking out bits and pieces of
dirt and material. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Xena turn away and sighed at the
thought of the pain the warrior must be in, considering the condition of her leg and
having to endure the healing process. Though the thought didnt diminish her
determination to see the wound properly taken care of, or the mild irritation at the
warriors obvious disregard for her own well being it did stir her emotions. Glancing
over Xenas prone form, she thought of the trust the warrior put in her, although
even in this position, Xena was far from defenseless, Gabrielle knew the amount of trust
it took for the warrior to put herself in such a vulnerable state. The thought of how
shed betrayed that trust made her heart ache and her mind filled with the look on
Xenas face, cradling Solans body in her arms, eyes so full of pain that
shed caused. Shaking the vision from her mind, Gabrielle studied the warriors
long form again. You dont know what youve got till its gone. Reflectively.
Never again, Xena. I promise. With that silent vow, Gabrielle went back to tending on
the warriors wound.
Not my best work, but under the circumstances . . . Letting the statement
hang, Gabrielle moved her head from side to side, examining the stitches shed
finished putting in. Twenty-seven stitches, Xena. I think thats a new
record. Her dour mood, at the outset of the project had lightened considerably and
now she felt on the verge of being perky. A term which she absolutely hated, but felt,
none the less. Getting no response from the warrior, Gabrielle have her friend a gentle
nudge. Xena. You can get up now, but be careful not to bust these. Running a
finger next to the line of twenty-seven xs across the warriors leg, which
finally succeeded in getting a rise out of Xena. Literally. Hey! Hey! I said be
careful.
Unbeknownst to the bard, Xena had drifted off to sleep during her forced immobility and
the sudden sensation of Gabrielles finger running across the back of her thigh had
sent her reflexes into overdrive, launching her upward into a defensive stance. Her
muscles tensed, her head searching for the source the attack. When none appeared, Xena
looked down, sensing the bards eyes on her and found a knowing gloat staring back at
her. What? Shed obviously missed something during her nap.
Was the mighty warrior princess napping? Smiling at the scowl that appeared on
a sleepy face.
No. She lied with fervor. I was meditating. Indignantly trying to
cover her tracks.
Oh. Studying the warriors face intently. Tell me, Xena. Do you
always drool when you meditate? Knowing shed been lied to and taking advantage
of a chance to make the warrior squirm.
Wiping her face before she could stop herself, Xena knew shed been caught. Putting
her hands on her hips, she retained an indignant air. Whats your point?
Arching one eyebrow, unwilling to acknowledge the bards victory.
It was hard not to laugh, but somehow Gabrielle managed to contain her mirth.
Im not trying to make a point, Xena. I was just having a little fun. She
wasnt laughing, but she knew she was smiling.
At my expense. With a mock anger, Xena eased herself down next to the bard,
but made a point of not looking at her as she examined the stitches instead. Not
your best work. Contorting for a better view.
I already said that. To the pretzelized form. And there are
twenty-seven.
Thats a new record. Returning to some semblance of human form, but still
not looking at the bard.
I said that too. Pushing her luck a bit more.
All right. All right. I fell asleep, okay. I admit it. Finally turning to face
the bard, Xena switched subjects, but didnt lose the intensity of her tone.
Are you hungry?
Uhhh. Reeling from the sudden left turn of conversation. Actually,
yes. She couldnt remember the last time shed eaten and just the mention
of food was making her mouth water.
Leaning away from the bane of her existence, Xena stretched out and picked up a cloth
covered plate. Grouchily, she handed it to the bard. Here.
Taking the offering, Gabrielle took a moment to settle her nerves and her thoughts. I
hate it when she does that. Removing the cloth cover, her eyes opening to unnatural
sizes at the sight of, what looked like cooked rabbit, a piece of bread and to her further
amazement, boiled carrots. Xena, I . . . I . . .dont know what to say.
Staring at the meal in utter awe. Xena cooked!
Youre welcome. She said smugly, but let some of the bards apparent
appreciation give her the warm fuzzies. Xena knew she didnt do much in the way of
gifts, since shopping was something she avoided like the plague and she never really could
understand the big fuss over little useless trinkets, but watching the look on
Gabrielles face go from astonishment to something this side of rapture, made her
heart skip a beat.
Thank you. Smiling at her partner with a renewed sense of wonder. Settling the
plate on her lap, Gabrielle reached up, putting her hand behind Xenas neck and
pulled the warrior to her for a firm lingering kiss, the let go, returning her attention
to the meal.
Wow. Shaking her head. Ive got to cook more often. A little
more than stunned.
Despite her enthusiasm and hunger, Gabrielle hesitated before taking her first bite,
remembering the main reason why the warrior didnt venture into the culinary arts. What
the heck. How bad can it be? Placing a piece of cold meat in her mouth, she chewed
tentatively and found that the flavor as much a surprise as the meal itself. Xena,
this is good. Unlike her last experience with the warriors cooking, this time
she meant what she said as the taste of roasted rabbit, mixed with a curious, but pleasant
combination of spices sent her taste buds into a frenzy. Xena. This is really
good. Shoving another piece in to replace the last. Gods, this is good.
Stuffing in another piece.
If Xena had had any doubt of the bards sincerity, it was quickly put to rest as the
warrior watched Gabrielle begin to consume the meal at an alarming rate. Slow down,
Gabrielle, theres more where that came from. Slow down. Youre going to
choke. Trying to coax the bard into a reasonable pace, but knowing better than to
try and stop her.
Theres more? Chewing thoughtfully, she looked down at the half empty
plate. Have you eaten?
Yes. Reassuring the bard that she hadnt gone hungry. I ate while
you were asleep.
Xena? She knew the warrior had no problem sacrificing her needs when push came
to shove and she searched Xenas eyes for some hint of a lie.
Gabrielle, you were out for a long time. Putting her hand on the bards
should, Xena smiled. Once I finished cleaning up, I decided that I was kind of tired
of bread and cheese, so I went hunting and went a little overboard. Seeing the
bards curious expression. Lets just say the cheese will be moldy before
we get around to needing it again. Anyway, I knew you were in no condition to cook, so I
gave it a whirl and when I finished, you were still asleep, so I ate. Then I filled the
water skin, dressed your wounds, sharpened my weapons, found Argo, brushed her down, put
her out for the night, mended her saddle, brought a plate up here for you and waited for
you to wake up. Matter of factly, with a shrug. End of story.
I guess Im really not a light sleeper. Considering what shed missed.
Exactly how long was I asleep? Her curiosity getting the better of her.
Rough guess. Two, maybe three hours. Shrugging again. Why?
No reason. Remembering the food in her mouth, Gabrielle chewed and thought
about what the warrior had accomplished in such a short time. You really arent
one for just sitting around, are you?
I get bored easily. Looking down at the bards plate, Xena offered to get
her seconds. Want some more?
Swallowing, Gabrielle considered her plate and decided against another round. No
thanks. This is about all I can handle right now. Must be because I havent
eaten in so long. Wondering about the quietness of the monster and handed the plate to
the warrior. Want the rest?
Hmm, maybe later. Taking the plate, Xena covered it with the cloth, then put
it on the floor beside her out of the way, but well within reach.
What do we do now? Her stomach full, Gabrielle looked expectantly at the
warrior, realizing there was very little she actually could do, besides dress Xenas
wound and that was done and felt a little guilty about being waited on hand and foot.
Actually, biting her lip with trepidation, my shoulders are killing
me. Shrugging for effect. Do you mind? Bringing up her hands and
wiggling her fingers.
All she could do was smile, knowing Xena had read her mind. Of course not. Take that
off. Indicating the warriors armor and watching the giddy excitement on her
partners face. Moving to sit up even further, Gabrielle spotted a sandbag within
reach and brought it close. Gingerly, she managed to maneuver it under her and eased down,
testing the new position. Finding it relatively comfortable, she spread her legs, finally
remembering her sprained ankle and winced, which thankfully went unnoticed by the warrior.
No need to bring that stupid mistake up again. Continuing moving her legs apart,
until she thought she had enough space to accommodate the warrior. Watching as Xena rid
herself of the breastplate, gauntlets, arm bands and finally the chakram, Gabrielle patted
the space shed made. Come here. Her tone gentle.
Am I shrinking, or are you getting taller? Noticing the bards change in
height.
Im sitting on a sandbag. Unamused. It was an old joke that the warrior
used, yet never truly seemed to forget.
Is that comfortable? Moving to take a look for herself, Xena eyed the bag
furtively. Maybe we shouldnt do this.
Xena, Im fine. Getting a bit testy. Now would you just get over
here. More a command than a request, Gabrielle gave the warrior a glare.
Bag must be full of sour grapes. Poking at a spot near the bards rear
end, which got her hand slapped. Holding the scolded hand, Xena gave the bard an impish
grin. Or not.
Whoever told you you were funny . . . Giving Xena a menacing look. . . .
lied.
More side effects. Xena smiled, but decided not to tempt the fates and silently
maneuvered to the indicated spot, presenting the bard with her back and moving her hair
out of the way. Hows this?
Fighting the urge to smack Xena in the back of the head, Gabrielle checked the distance.
Move back a little more. Resting her hands on the warriors shoulders,
she pulled gently until her arms felt comfortable with the reach. Thats
good.
Shifting from side to side, Xena felt the leather straps slide off her shoulders, to be
replaced by the bardss strong hands. Groaning with as much pain as pleasure, she
closed her eyes, letting the bard work her magic and feeling one knot, then another
dissolve beneath Gabrielles expert touch. You know, Gabrielle.
What? Concentrating her attention on a particularly stubborn knot.
Grimacing at the fight her muscles were putting forth. I think we should . . .
ow.
Wimp. Using her only running joke, she put more pressure on the spot,rotating
her fingers in a circular pattern on the warriors back, determined to win the mini
battle. Gotcha. Feeling the knot give up the ghost.
Whew. Taking a deep breath. I hope they arent all that bad.
Xena, you grow knots like Salmoneous hatches schemes. Moving to the next
victim. Theyre all bad. Finding her mark, Gabrielle went to work.
Gee, thanks. Did she call me a wimp? Ow. She may be
right.
Told ya. Smiling, she continued manipulating the warriors muscles into
submission. You think we should what? Remembering Xenas unfinished
statement.
Move east before we head north again. Ow. Ow. Ow. If I live through this,
that is. Another pain made her face contort.
Why? Never missing a beat.
Gods, finally. Another dead knot fell by the wayside. Because its
the safest way to get around the Persians. Oh, Zeus, not another one.
Somebody help me. Ow.
Do you think youve delayed them enough for the Athenians to mount a sufficient
defense. Wondering how the Persians had taken the threat of a thousand warrior
princess.
If Philipedes made good time, the Athenians should be on the move already and with
the Persian calvary stopping here last night, plus the diversion yesterday, that should
give the army enough time to catch them before they reach Athens and . . . Relaxing
with the fall of another knot.
What? Her curiosity playing a double role, Gabrielle wanted to keep Xena
talking and although she really did want to know what the warrior thought about the
upcoming battle, she also knew she needed to keep Xenas mind active. The warrior
hadnt lied when she said she got bored easily and Gabrielle knew a fidgeting warrior
would only make her job harder. Boredom equaled edgy and edgy equaled knots.
And what? Prompting the warrior again.
And hopefully, theyll push the bastards back into the sea. Her
voice a deep growl, Xena almost wished shed could be there when that happened, but
quickly put the idea away. She had no intention of dragging Gabrielle into a bloody battle
and she also had no intention of leaving her behind. The Greeks would have to fight
this one without her. Without regret.
Searching for another victim, Gabrielle found none and proceeded with a more gentle
massage. Letting her hands move over the warriors shoulders and back in matched
rhythm, using her thumbs to knead a path down either side of Xenas spine and getting
the expected response.
A low moan slipped past the warriors lips, followed by a whimper as Xena let herself
melt into the bards hands. This was what the suffering was for. It was like having
to eat a meal with all the food you hated, just to get to your favorite dessert.
The need for conversation gone with the knots, Gabrielle had tried, in the past, to keep
the warrior talking during this part, but found that even the most complex of questions
ended up getting one word answers and most of those werent even words. Content to
let the silence envelop them, Gabrielle continued kneading, working her way over the
warriors back and shoulders several times.
Shifting, Xena brought her hands to rest on the bards thighs, feeling their power
through the fur that separated them from her touch. One would lift slightly, then the
other with the bards movements, reminding the warrior, for some unknown reason, that
there were benefits to a low center of gravity. Why does everything have to be in
battle terms? She asked herself and reconsidered the muscled forms again. Theyre
legs, for Zeus sake, not battering rams. Although . . . Visualizing the damage the
bard had inflicted with her powerful legs. . . . they arent exactly harmless
either. Opening her eyes, Xena examined one fur covered form, unconsciously running
her hand over the bards thigh in appreciation. Definitely not harmless,
smiling, she continued her appreciation.
Gabrielle had no idea what the warrior was doing, but let her continue, figuring Xena
would eventually get bored with rubbing her leg and settle down. She was wrong and felt a
strange warmth coming from the area under the warriors hands, as they both began
working in unison over her thighs. Trying to ignore the sensation, Gabrielle concentrated
on what she was supposed to be doing and found that task getting considerably harder as
time went on. Xenas close proximity, combined with her apparent fascination with the
bards thighs were having an unsettling effect on her, which manifest itself in the
form of a growing heat in her groin. It wasnt an unpleasant feeling, quite the
contrary, and not an unfamiliar one either, but with that knowledge Gabrielle remembered
Xenas words. Too much, too soon. This definitely falls into that
category. Closing her eyes, fighting against the idea of letting nature take its
course. Xenas words echoed in her mind a minute more before Gabrielle could stand no
more and opened her eyes. Uhhh, Xena? Trying to keep her voice in a normal
range.
Hmmmm. Smiling and continuing her appreciation, unaware of the effect it was
having on the bard.
Moving her hands off the warriors shoulder, Gabrielle slid them down Xenas
arms, leaning into the warrior, resting her chin on a relaxed shoulder and effectively
stopped the motion of the warriors hands. What are you doing?
Her arms stilled, Xena wiggled her fingers in the fur. I like your legs. Her
voice almost childlike in their fascination.
That much I figured out for myself. The warriors fingers perpetuating her
temperature upward. Feeling an intense need to cease this assault on her senses, Gabrielle
gently pulled Xenas arms inward, removing the warriors hands from her thighs
and bringing them to rest in Xenas lap. Maintaining her hold, Gabrielle let out a
deep sigh of relief, mixed with a touch of regret. Im glad you like my legs,
Xena, but, bringing her voice down to a whisper, you might want to consider
admiring them from afar for now. Releasing Xenas arms, Gabrielle wrapped her
own around the warriors waist, rubbing a hand slowly over leather covered abs.
Despite her occasional moments of denseness with such things, the bards warm breath
on her neck, along with the feel of Gabrielles body against her back and the arms
wrapped securely around her middle and the way the bards hand was moving against her
and just the way she knew this wasnt a friendly hug, sent a clear message to her
head that possibly her innocent appreciation had had an entirely different effect on the
bard. Sorry.
Dont be. Placing a kiss on the warriors shoulder. It was
just a little hard to concentrate, thats all. Moving her lips along the
warriors shoulder to an exposed neck. By the way, I like your legs too.
Nibbling at a tasty looking bit of warrior, them moving to an even more tasty looking ear.
To Hades with too much, too soon.
Ummm, Gabrielle? Not knowing if this was supposed to be some sort of payback
for what shed caused, Xena was finding it very difficult to breath, let alone
concentrate on anything but the pair of lips wandering over her, surprisingly sensitive
ear.
Hmmmm? Forming her own personal Xena Appreciation Society.
Gods! Whispering huskily. Breath, Xena, breath. Her eyes closed, Xena
leaned into the bard, tilting her head to give Gabrielle full access of exploration. Is
it hot in here? Her hands crying out for something to do, they slowly made their way
back to the bards thighs and tugged at the furs, skillfully removing the material to
expose lightly tanned skin. This is crazy, running her fingers over well muscled
thighs, this is madness, this is insanity, this is so incredible.
Hello! Feeling Xenas hands on her naked thighs, causing her to gasp and
shiver all at once. Gabrielles natural inclination toward the long thought out
process of weighing the pros and cons of a situation lasted a whole two seconds, at which
time she leaned back against the wall, bringing the warrior with her. The wound on her
back ached, the wound on her shoulder ached, her ankle ached and the newly born monster
inside her ached, the latter getting her full attention. This new monster was just as
ferocious as the one in her stomach, but its appetites didnt include rabbit
and carrots, this one wanted the long, bronzed warrior princess and Gabrielle had every
intention of seeing it well fed. Her hands moved with purpose over the warriors
body, covering every inch accessible, lingering here and there on the exposed flesh of the
warriors chest, preferring the feel of skin beneath her hands to leather. Bending
her knees, Gabrielle brought her legs up, cradling the warrior between her appreciated
thighs and felt Xenas hands begin to move with a purpose of their own.
Reveling, uncharacteristically, in the bards touch, Xenas little voice started
whispering again. Go away, she told it, the bards hand finding its way
underneath leather to knead one of her breasts, sending shock waves through her body.
Gabrielle! Her breath coming in ragged gasps, she arched her back, bringing
one hand up to clasp the bards head, while the other dug into the back of
Gabrielles thigh. Holding on for dear life, when the bards thumb brushed over
her nipple, causing her mouth to open and close several time, though nothing came out. Too
much, too soon, the voice whispered again and again Xena told it where to go. This
battle went on until, the bards other hand found its way down Xenas
torso to the inside of her thigh. Oh shit. She whispered between moans and
brought her hand to cover the bards on her leg, but instead of moving it to the spot
that was crying out for contact, Xena slid the bards hand away, bringing it up to
her stomach and holding it there. Taking several deep breath, she somehow managed to
steady her breathing, if not her rampaging heart. Gabrielle. She said quietly.
Dont even say it. Knowing that if she heard too much, too
soon her body would explode, which it threatened to do anyway. Sighing heavily,
Gabrielle, kissed the warriors shoulder before nuzzling her head into the crook of
Xenas neck. The monster wasnt happy and neither was the bard, but reason won
out over lust and Gabrielle wrapped her arms around the warrior, squeezing gently. The
monster would have to live with a hug for now.
Xena stroked the back of Gabrielles head, turning her own to place a kiss on blonde
tresses and allowed the want and desire to receded into a warm comfort of being held in
the bards embrace. Normally their positions were reversed, with Xena doing the
holding, but as unusual as this was, it somehow felt right. Very right. I love you,
Gabrielle.
I know you do, Xena. Bringing her head up, Gabrielle sighed for the umteenth
time and rested her chin on Xenas shoulder.
That wasnt what I expected. Turning to study the bards profile, Xena
wondered if Gabrielle was really upset. Are you mad? Tentatively.
Actually, I think this falls under the category of frustrated. Sighing for the
millionth time.
Im sorry. Realizing how far shed pushed the bards emotions
and regretting it. Turning to study her feet, Xena brought her hand from the bards
head, resting it on top of her arm instead and stroked it lightly. Biting her lower lip
with thought, she let it go, pushing it outward.
Xena, dont pout. It makes you look like a fish. Seeing the
warriors expression out of the corner of her eye. And, yes. . . Smiling,
she closed her eyes when the warrior turned to give her a strange look. I still love
you. Missing the broad smile on the warriors face, she felt the kiss on her
cheek and hugged Xena a little tighter. Even though you drive me crazy.
The feelings mutual. Resting her head on the bards shoulder and
enjoying a second peaceful moment, which was short lived when a stray thought entered the
back of her mind. Gabrielle?
Hmmm? Enjoying her own peaceful moment.
Can I ask you something . . . personal? Wondering how to broach the subject
that tickled her curiosity.
Its a little late for worrying about getting personal, dont you
think? Intrigued by what could make Xena timid.
Im serious. Sitting up, Xena turned to face the bard, giving her a
serious look.
Gabrielle considered the warrior for a long moment, trying to figure out what possible
question Xena could have. Yes, Xena. You can ask me a personal question.
Leaning toward serious herself.
Why did you marry Perdicus? Searching the bards face.
Where did that come from? Stunned by the warriors question. Shes
giving out of the blue a whole new meaning.
I dont know. Honestly not knowing herself, but still curious as to the
answer. Curiosity I guess.
Okay. Seeing a strange emotion cross the warriors face, Gabrielle tried
to place it, but couldnt. Not knowing what Xena was searching for, she answered
honestly. I married Perdicus because I loved him.
You loved him. Letting the words sink in, another question popped up.
Then why didnt you stay with him in Potedia? The first time, I mean, before I
came along? Something was nagging at her.
Where is she going with this? Unable to answer the question, she answered
Xenas, hoping it would shed some light on her final destination. I didnt
love him then, Xena. Thinking back. I was young. I dont think I even
knew what love really was back then, I mean I knew what I thought it should be, but most
of that was from my overactive imagination and at the time, Perdicus was this guy Id
known all my life, who I knew everything about, the boy next door and I just couldnt
see myself, didnt want to see myself tied down. There was so much of the world I
wanted to see and so much I wanted to do. I think, back then, the only thing I saw in him
was everything I wanted to get away from. Remembering how shed felt about her
future husband.
What happened at Troy? Xena had been so busy with Helen, that she hadnt
seen the change in her friends attitude until it was almost over and even then,
hadnt realized what that change really meant.
Gabrielle stopped wondering where the line of questioning was coming from or where it was
headed and decided to go with the flow. If this was something Xena needed to know, for
whatever reason, she do her best to fill in the blanks. She had nothing to hide from the
warrior and vowed she wouldnt even if she did. Shed made that mistake before
and the outcome from keeping those secrets still haunted her dreams. What happened
at Troy? Trying to remember what exactly did happen. I remember thinking how
different Perdicus was, from the boy Id left behind. I dont know what it was
exactly. Maybe it was the uniform, or the way he carried himself, or his personality, or.
. . closing her eyes, maybe it was the situation, or the threat of danger. I
dont know, but something had changed. Pausing to search her memory.
Maybe it was me. I wasnt the little innocent girl anymore and he wasnt
the boy next door. Opening her eyes. I guess I finally let myself see him for
what he really was. I always knew he was kind and caring, but at Troy he was also strong
and brave and self assured. It was like Id been blind almost and when I thought
about it, later, I realized hed always been those things, Id just been to
selfish to see them. Thats when I fell in love with him.
Xena thought about what shed heard, but still didnt have all the answers she
needed. If you knew you loved him, then why didnt you say yes when he asked
you that night when he showed up?
You. Not needing to think about that one. I didnt want to lose my
best friend. Seeing the look on the warriors face, Gabrielle could tell there
was something else. Xena, what we had, you and I, was special even then. Id
never had someone who believed in me like you did. You made me feel important and
necessary and alive. It wasnt just the adventure and the excitement, maybe it was in
the beginning, but that changed, like I changed. You taught me about life and the greater
good and what it meant to stand for something. When I said I accepted the consequences of
our life together, Xena, I meant it and everything that goes along with it, good and bad.
You are my best friend and I didnt want to lose you then and I dont want to
lose you now. Taking the warriors hand in hers. Yes. I loved Perdicus
and yes, I chose to marry him, but that didnt mean I loved you less. I didnt
choose him over you, Xena, or instead of you. Perdicus could never take your place in my
heart, nobody can and if Id thought that I wouldve lost you by marrying him, I
wouldve never said yes. I wanted both of you in my life and I loved you both very
much, but as much as I loved Perdicus, as much as I wanted to be with him, as much as I
knew he needed me, I needed you more. Xena, if I couldnt have you both, I
wouldve chosen you. Sensing a change in the warrior. Is that what this
is all about?
Xenas head dropped, studying the bards hand in hers.
Xena look at me. When the warrior refused, Gabrielle cupped Xenas chin
with her other hand, lifting until she met the warriors gaze. Xena youre
not some consolation prize I picked up on the rebound. Lowering her hand, when the
warrior spoke.
But if Perdicus was still alive, youd still be married to him. This
being the question she feared the most.
Probably, yes and wed probably have a couple of children and a cow and
chickens and everything else that goes on a farm. The warriors eyes dropped
again. But only if I had you, too. Xena didnt move. You still
dont get it do you? Gabrielles patience began to ebb.
I guess not. Looking up at the bard. I guess Im missing
something.
Yes, you are. This. Leaning forward, Gabrielle cupped Xenas face with
both hands and kissed her, meaningfully and purposefully. Breaking the kiss, she held the
warrior in her hands. Thats what youre missing. Thats what was
missing when Perdicus asked me to marry him, Xena. We didnt have this then. We
didnt even have this two days ago, let alone a year ago, because if we had, Perdicus
wouldnt have stood a snowballs chance in Tartarus. Feeling her
frustrations building. For the gods sake, Xena, it took us tearing each other
apart, destroying everything we love and almost killing each other and half the Persian
army to get us where we are. Yes. I would still be married to Perdicus, because we, you
and me never got this far, we never had this. Even without it, I wouldve chosen you.
You were my best friend then and youre still my best friend and not this, or
anything else is ever going to change that. Like you told me, I can live without this, but
I cant live without you. That was true then and its true now. I married
Perdicus because I thought I could have you both, not because I wanted him instead of you.
No best friend. No husband. You were never my second choice. Trying to drive the
point home with her eyes. Now do you get it? Hoping beyond hope that she did.
I get it. Xenas voice sounded like a whisper compared to the bards
heated tone.
Really? Do you really get it? Wanting to make sure that the warrior had no
doubts.
I get it. The dawn had finally come and it was bright and shining.
Honest.
Releasing the warrior, Gabrielle held out her hands and stared up at the hole in the roof.
Thank you. Closing her eyes, she lowered her hands and her head in a moment of
relief.
I guess this would be one of those times that I drive you crazy, huh? Xena got
it all right and the nagging feeling shed had vanished without a trace and she
smiled at its absence.
Definitely. Glancing up at the warrior, Gabrielle gave her a look of if
I didnt love you, Id kill you. Most definitely. Tired of
sighing, but finding no other way to rid herself of the frustration, she did it again.
They didnt speak for a long while. Both contemplated each other, going over their
pasts and the paths that had brought them to this place. Xena smiled a lot, off and on and
Gabrielle shook her head occasionally in between her own smiles. Eventually the silence
was broken as Xena took off her rose colored glasses and gave the bard a searching look.
You look tired. Actually she looks exhausted.
I am a little. Feeling worn out somehow, but not having a real reason for it.
Me too. Xena admitted and surprised herself by doing it. Maybe we should
get some sleep.
Xena thats all Ive been doing for the last two days. Fighting the
urges her body was giving her, Gabrielle didnt like being a burden.
The warrior knew why the bard was resisting, but also knew that if she could just get her
to lay down, Gabrielle would be asleep in minutes. Trying choose her best strategy for the
battle ahead, deciding to use her friends sense of compassion to the fullest advantage.
Well then do me a favor. Setting the trap.
What? Again feeling the need to be useful.
Share your bed? There arent enough clean furs left to make another one.
Waiting for the bait to be taken.
Xena, if youre tired, you can have this one. I can do without. Oblivious
to the hook shed just swallowed.
Gabrielle. Theres no way Im going to let you sit around this drafty,
cold room while I curl up nice and warm in your bed. One more yank and shes
mine. Either we share, or I find a nice pile of hay.
In no real mood to argue, or talk, for that matter, the bard agreed. Okay. Okay. We
can share, but Ill just lay here while you sleep.
Works for me. Im so good I scare myself. Moving to take a place
in the bards bed. Which side do I get?
Spreading out the fur, Gabrielle realized there wasnt enough to make sides.
The inside. I guess well have to lay on our sides. Trying to figure out
a way to make it work.
What about you shoulder? A real concern.
Ill lay on the other one. Allowing the warrior to help her lay down,
Gabrielle turned on her side, putting her good shoulder under her and tested the injured
one.
Is that okay? Waiting for the bard to get comfortable.
Yea. Thisll work. Satisfied with the position.
Xena started to crawl in and stopped, looking at her boots, then realized how grungy she
was. Maybe hay wouldnt be so bad.
Whats wrong. Looking over her shoulder.
Im filthy. And not liking it.
Xena. Rolling her eyes. Neither one of us are exactly smelling like
roses right now. We can find someplace to get a bath tomorrow. Hiding a yawn.
Now take off you boots and get in here, before I have to kill you.
There was logic in that and a death threat. Probably shouldnt push my luck.
Working the dirty laces, Xena removed her boots and bracers, finding the only clean spots
on her body and wiggled her toes. Satisfied, she crawled into the bed behind the bard,
inching forward, forming her body to match Gabrielles. Tentatively, Xena put her arm
around the bards waist, being careful not to bump the injured shoulder and felt
Gabrielles fingers intertwine with hers. Is this okay?
Very. Bringing their joined hands to her chest and tucking them under her
chin. Forgetting she was just supposed to be laying there, Gabrielle closed her eyes.
Having Xenas body against hers gave Gabrielle a warm, secure feeling. I could
get used to this. Snuggling back a little.
Gabrielle. A smirk on her face, Xena was getting the same feeling as the bard.
Hmmm? Drifting off already.
Youre not going to maul me or anything while Im sleeping, are you?
The question held a bit of wishful thinking.
Anythings possible Xena. Bringing the warriors hand to her lips
and kissing it softly, then returning it to its new home.
Hmmmm. Her mind suddenly full of possibilities, Xena rested her head behind
the bards and closed her eyes. Listening to Gabrielles breathing settled into
the slow even pattern of sleep. I think I could get used to this, too.
Theyd awaken in the same position they had fallen asleep in, Gabrielle cradling
Xenas hand under her chin and snuggled up against the warrior. Xena had woken up
first, but had laid there, content to let the bard hold her in place and enjoying the
feeling of Gabrielles body next to her. Other than a few knowing smiles, a kiss and
the usual morning greetings, neither made reference to all that had transpired the
previous night. The need for questions and answers gone, they'd slipped back into the
normal routine of their daily morning ritual, which altered slightly, making allowances
for their respective injuries and the sporadic case of touchy feely. The last causing the
standard time to pack up double in length, but neither seemed to notice or mind the delay.
Now they were packed and Xena checked Argos saddle, making sure their things were
secure. Absently, her hand went down to scratch at the stitches.
Leave it alone. Gabrielle yelled from the doorway.
I thought I told you to wait inside. Not needing to turn around to know the
bard had ignored her instructions.
And I told you to leave those stitches alone. Giving as good as she got.
Glancing back into the darkened room, Gabrielle made a visual inspection. Except for the
floor and the hole in the roof, the armory was in the same condition theyd found it
in. The Persian weapons were piled in a heap in the middle of the floor, along with their
owners, that Xena had drug back inside. Satisfied that they werent leaving anything
behind, Gabrielle made her way out to the warrior, using her staff as a make shift crutch.
I think we got everything.
Turning around, Xena looked down at the bard and smiled. Me. You. Argo. Yea, I think
thats everything. The smile turned into a smirk. You ready?
Raising a eyebrow and knodding toward the saddle.
Gabrielle rolled her eyes, then closed them, mentally preparing for a nose bleed and a
sore butt, then opened her eyes and sighed. Ready as Ill ever be.
Leaning her staff against Argos shoulder.
Moving behind Gabrielle, Xena waited until the bard had her foot in the stirrup and put
her hands on the bards hips. On three. Taking a firm hold. One.
Two. Threee. Lifting the bard off the ground, Xena virtually tossed Gabrielle
skyward and into the saddle. Grabbing the staff before it hit the ground, she handed it to
the bard. Hows that?
Taking the staff, Gabrielle shifted in the saddle, making herself comfortable.
Ill live.
I hope so. Smiling up at the bard, then turning, walked silently into the
armory.
Taking hold of the reins, Gabrielle steadied Argo, whod started prancing.
Easy, girl. Shell be back in a minute. Looking into the doorway, she
could see the flames in the darkness. As the inside suddenly grew bright, the bard spotted
Xenas form and drew in a deep breath. Come on, Xena.
As if by command, the warrior appeared in the doorway, coming to stand next to the bard
and Argo. Without looking back, she put her foot in the stirrup and swung up behind
Gabrielle, taking the reins from the bard. Finally glancing back, Xena watched as flames
spread quickly over the wooden structure, sending black billowing smoke into the morning
sky. Smiling, she felt Gabrielle lean back against her and wrapped her arm around the
bards waist. Watching for a few more moments, Xena turned away, placing a kiss on
the bards head. I love you, Gabrielle.
I love you, Xena. Taking one last look as the roof of the building collapsed,
Gabrielle rested her head on a strong shoulder and smiled.
Argo moved forward, at Xenas nudging and the sound of her hoofs on the bridge echoed
against the sound of their past going up in flames. There was no going back and as the
heat of the flames faded into the warmth of the morning sun, both Xena and Gabrielle felt
a strange sensation. One of wonder and happiness mingled with a sense of relief and a new
found contentment. It was a new day, a good day. Not because of what lay behind them, but
because of what lay ahead. Theyre love for each other had brought them through the
impossible and had grown stronger in the process, binding their hearts and their souls
together, forever.
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The end, or begining, however you want to look at it.
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