of Egypt Part 1 of 2
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Miss Covington and Miss Pappas are not mine. Neither are Xena or Gabby and the Gang . I don’t write this for money, just the satisfaction of an overactive imagination. This story is about women who are deeply in love. If this offends you lighten up and read something else. If you’re too young come back later and if it’s illegal where you’re seated right now – here’s a tip – change your seat or do something to change your laws because love should never be illegal.
and Mel make their way to Egypt in 1946 in the search of more
scrolls while each fights their growing attraction to each
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Magic of Egypt
Part 1 of 2
The University of
South Carolina’s Annual Fall Semester Ball – 1946
Glenn Miller roared
through the crowded banquet hall. It smelled of cigarettes,
alcohol and magnolias. An odd combination, the
honey-haired archeologist deduced. But the joint was jumpin’.
And ‘In the Mood’ had people crowding the dance floor.
As she made her way
inside, she was approached by a colleague – Mr. Stafford of
the English Department.
he said admiringly. "What’s a beautiful woman like you
doing here all alone?"
Janice did a
double-take on the man, who now had his arm draped
unwelcomingly around her shoulder; breathing his alcohol
riddled breath in her ear.
here, Dan?" she asked knowingly. "Maybe I should stop
by and say hello to her. I’m sure she’s awfully lonely
right about now. Shame too. She’s a beautiful woman."
Upon hearing the
voice and the distinctive ‘don’t jerk around with me’
stance, he realized just who he was speaking too.
"Janice?" he said cautiously. "I... I
didn’t recognize you."
It was an easy
mistake to make. The khaki pants and fandora were put to rest
for the night. In its place was a spaghetti strap gold number
that lifted all the right areas and tucked others. The only
thing that Janice did keep from her usual attire was her
revolver, which was stuffed away safely in her matching purse.
The outfit made her
feel total awkward. She didn’t know what to do with her
hands. Her leather bomber jacket at least had pockets. But
despite her discomfort with her dress she managed to keep her
sense of gruffness in tact.
Janice began. "Go find your wife," the last
statement was barked more like the order of a drill sergeant
Quickly the man
scurried away and Janice completed her trip to the bar. She
reached into her purse and pulled out a cigar. As she went for
her lighter, two men on either side of her offered theirs. She
looked at each man, sizing them up. Decidedly, she pulled out
her own lighter and began to puff. Sensing their defeat they
turned, moving onto other conquests.
searched the room, scanning left to right. She looked to the
end of the bar to the sight that finally made her smile –
Mel. She was dressed in a navy blue dress with heels that
matched exactly. The dress wasn’t too short but it showed
off Mel’s lengthy legs. ‘Navy’ Janice grinned wickedly.
She was going to
make her trip down to meet Miss Pappas but she stopped when
she seen Mel throw her hands up and walk with Randell McCoy to
the dance floor. Janice could feel her upper lip starting to
twitch as her jealousy grew stronger. As they danced it up to
a ‘service medley’ which included Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy
and Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree With Anyone Else But Me,
Janice grew warmer.
As she took a spot
at the bar where Mel had been, a curly-haired blonde women
walked over. "Howdy stranger," she said.
"Why Miss Epherson," Janice said in a fake southern
accent. "Whatever are y’all doing here?"
teasin’," she said slapping Janice’s arm lightly.
"Mel didn’t say ya’d be back yet."
know," Janice explained. "She thinks I’m still in
Spain. I thought I’d surprise her. But it looks like she
already has other distractions this evening."
Epherson asked. "Randell?"
trying to keep her disgust at a minimum. Charleston was a big
city with very small circles. Last thing she needed was more
speculations regarding her feelings toward Mel. Janice was
convinced the tall southern belle was oblivious to her desires
and she’d like to keep it that way. For all practical
purposes everyone assumed they were business partners and
friends... nothing more. And in truth that’s what they were...
But in Janice’s fantasies, however...
wouldn’t let up," Epherson replied, breaking Janice's
rambling thoughts. "He’s been buggin’ her all night
long to dance. She said she’d dance once if he’d agree to
leave her alone for the rest of the night."
mood perked up. So the brunette bombshell that had stolen her
heart wasn’t interested in the man that held her in his
arms, swaying back and forth. A slow number started and Janice
recognized it immediately - ‘It Had to You’. She watched
as Mel tried to make her way from the dance floor, but Randell
refused to let her go. He pulled her back into his arms, and
being the lady she was Mel tried to gently disengage herself
from the situation.
"Should I go
in for the rescue?" Janice smirked to Epherson.
widely. "Janice you’re no stranger to the rumors that
fly ‘round here ‘bout you and Miss Pappas up in that big
ole house of her daddy’s." She winked at the
archeologist and nodded toward Mel. "I say go for
"Sounds like a
winning plan Eph."
Cautiously, as not
to be noticed, she crept up to Mel. As the singer on stage
began to croon, Janice did the same behind Mel.
to... be... youuuuuu."
Mel heard the voice
and turned sharply meeting the strawberry blonde. Janice swept
Mel into her arms and looked toward Randell.
"Mind if I cut
in?" she asked. Without waiting for a response she
thanked him and whisked Mel around and around, until they were
several feet away. He stood on the floor momentarily stunned
that he had been rejected... and rejected for that unnatural
Janice Covington at that.
Mel tried to ask
Janice tons of questions, but Janice silenced her by placing
her finger over Mel’s lips. "Shhh, Mel. I like this
song... I wandered around and finally found somebody whooo...
could make be me truuuuuue... could make me be bluuuuuuue...
Or even be glad just to be sad... thinking of youuuuuuu."
Mel got into it too
and put her fingers over Janice’s lips so she could take the
next verse. "Some others I’ve seeeeeeen... might never
be meannnnnn... might never be cross. Or try to be boss... but theyyyyy wouldn’t
Both women smiled
and finished together. "For nobody elsssse... gave me a
thrilllll... With all your faults, I love you stillllll... It had to be
you... . Wonderful you... It had to be
Mel and Janice
stopped singing and began to laugh. They embraced soundly on
the dance floor and Janice relished in feeling her body this
connected to Mel’s.
"Can I buy you
a drink, sweetheart?" Janice asked sincerely, making sure
to keep the friendly nature in the tone.
Mel looked deep
into Janice’s eyes, almost as if she were searching for
Covington, that’s the best offer I’ve had all night!"
As Mel began to
walk to the bar, Janice found her feet unable to move to catch
up. The heated look in Mel’s eyes, the sultriness of the
reply – it left Janice a little awestruck. ‘Never seen
that before’ Janice mused as her feet started in motion to
follow the Carolina beauty. ‘Maybe she missed me more than I
As Mel ordered wine
for herself and whiskey on the rocks for Janice, she turned to
"You said you
weren’t going to be here until next week," Mel stated,
holding Janice’s upper arm to show the joy she felt.
wanted to surprise you," Janice nodded, taking a sip of
her drink. "Ahhh,’ she said after the alcohol floated
down her throat. "A lady who knows what I like." She grinned.
Mel laughed. "Ya
got the heart of ‘n angel darlin’ and the grin of the
devil himself." She took a moment and looked Janice up
and down from head to toe.
Janice felt awkward
again at the appraising eye of Mel Pappas. "What?"
she asked nervously.
didn’t recognize you when you first walked up. You look so...
Janice said sharply.
Mel picked up her
glass. "You said it. I didn’t," she answered in
non-committal agreement as she took a drink.
"Well, your letter said semi-formal so I stopped into
town after I got in last night."
Mel looked put out.
"You were here last night? And ya didn’t even come see
"I told you
Mel. I wanted to surprise you... Okay look, next time I’ll
come right over and see you. Deal?"
Mel considered it.
"Nah. I think I like the surprise more." She grinned.
Janice loved that
grin. She said nothing; she simply basked in the glow of it.
something but Janice didn’t catch it.
asked leaning a little closer.
Mel seemed a bit
off-balance as she cleared her throat.
You look like Rita Hayworth tonight," she stumbled.
girl?" Janice giggled.
Mel just nodded.
She realized was staring at the shorter woman and with a
slight jerk, she turned. She tried to grab her drink, but
missed. It began to tip and Janice made the save. Mel
couldn’t believe the electricity that coursed through her
body as Janice’s fingertips touched the back of her hand.
believe this is the same gracefully creature who took on
Ares?" Janice joked at Mel’s clumsiness.
Who are you
kiddin’ Pappas? Mel told herself. She could never love
a klutz like you. Mel could feel her bottom lip start to
quiver just a tad. She had to get outta there and fast. She
knew she was going to explode into a shower of tears.
me," she whispered to Janice as she darted to the ladies
kicked herself in the ass. She wanted to impress Mel. Make her
happy. But instead she just ended up hurting her feelings with
a joke – and not a very good one at that. Janice didn’t
quite understand why, but Mel’s new pastime was becoming a
real problem in their six-year partnership.
Lately, Mel would
begin to weep at the simplest comments Janice made. Sometimes
she tried to hide her tears, at other times, she would run
away like this night. Janice downed her whiskey and headed for
the ladies room.
she asked softly as she stepped into the room. Two women were
just leaving as Janice walked inside. "Mel?" she
called again. "I know you’re in here, Mel."
Janice walked in
front of each stall until she saw a pair of shoes – navy
shoes. Slowly she pushed the door open. Mel was blowing her
nose with some toilet paper and trying to brush off the
Mel replied, trying to sound cheerful. "Silly... Let’s
get back to the party, okay?"
give in as in times' past. She took Mel by the shoulders.
"It can’t be
nothing or silly if you’re acting this way... You’ve
been doing this for months now. You always took my jabs in
good spirit but lately... Lately, I don’t know if what I say
will make you laugh or make you cry... You know emotions
aren’t my strong suit, Mel. So you gotta help me out
Mel was trying hard
not to cry again. She couldn’t speak for fear she would
spill her tears.
me?" Janice asked, the depression of that reality sinking
into her words. "Have I done anything to hurt you? Cause I know I’m not the easiest person to be around. I
really respect you Mel and –."
Mel shook her head
and started to walk away to the sink and mirrors. You
wouldn’t respect me if I told you why, Mel considered
silently. Janice watched as Mel splashed some cool water on
her face. She waiting as Mel patted her face dry, trying to
improve her tear stained appearance. When Mel didn’t say
anything, Janice moved behind her.
Janice begged. "Talk to me. No matter what it is, we’ll
work through it like we always do."
Mel closed her eyes
against the words. She could feel herself swallow hard. She
knew she couldn’t go on like this but as she opened her eyes
she looked at her surroundings. I’m not going to tell
Janice I love her in a jon, Mel concluded.
Janice pushed once more.
Mel agreed. "But not here. Could we call it night? Go
back to my place?"
"Sure. The sooner I get outta this monkey suit the
better," Janice replied pulling on the dress she wore.
The road to Mel’s
house was relative silence – idle chit-chat to pass the
time. Janice spoke of her latest dig yet Mel didn’t pay much
attention to the conversation until Janice asked, "What
do you think?"
what?" Mel asked.
"About Egypt... The last scroll said there could be more
there and I’d like you to come with me."
sure?" Mel asked.
Janice agreed optimistically. "I mean the war is over
now. I think it’s safe for you to come along this
Janice spent the
last few years of their partnership traveling site to site all
over the world – some hot spots; some scorching spots.
Melinda always asked to go and the answer was always no.
Janice didn’t want to take the risk of Mel getting hurt or
worse. So Mel sat and she waited. Janice would mail her a copy
of the scrolls she found and Mel would translate them. When
they finally met face to face, only then could they go into
great detail on the scrolls together.
The proposition had
Mel at the crossroads. It had been years since Janice let Mel
come with her on a dig and her heart was flying. There was
also this pesky problem of telling Janice what had her so
uptight lately. If she confessed her love the trip to Africa,
as well as the partnership, could be over. She did the only
thing she could do. She agreed to go with Janice and as they
drove she considered what lie to use. Well, maybe not a lie,
but a small omission of truth.
Janice parked the
car and unlocked the front door. "I’m going to get us a
drink," Janice answered as she headed into the kitchen.
"Why don’t you start a fire?"
Mel did as
requested and Janice returned with a wine bottle, whiskey
bottle and two glasses. She settled back on the sofa as Mel
finished arranging the wood. "Here," Janice said
offering the glass and bottle. "Have a drink and start
from the beginning."
Janice watched with
a raised eyebrow as Mel downed the glass in five gulps and
went back for some more. "Thirsty?" Janice teased.
Mel grinned and
took a seat next to Janice.
"Guess this is the part where
I tell ya what’s wrong, huh?"
Janice just nodded
and let the belle proceed at her own pace.
thinkin’ ‘bout my life lately... I have this ‘fear’
that I’m never gonna find someone to love," Mel stopped
herself. "No. That’s not really it. I’m worried that
no one is ever gonna to love me... Do you ever feel that way,
More than you
realize, Janice considered saying, but she held it in.
"I guess when
I make a fool of myself, like tonight, when I spilled my
drink, it makes me realize how unattractive I am; how stupid I
Janice frowned and
straightened her position on the sofa. "You don’t
really believe that do you?" she asked sincerely.
Mel only nodded.
"You listen to
me Miss Pappas," Janice began. "You are the most
beautiful and smartest woman I know. You have the biggest
heart of anyone I’ve ever met. And I’m sure whoever you
find – and you will find someone – will not be worthy
enough for you in my book."
Mel grinned and
turned bashfully from Janice’s gaze.
Mel began. "I told ya it was silly but ya didn’t
Janice was now the
one at the crossroads. Mel was aching because she didn’t
think she would find someone who would love her. Little did
the southern belle know, she already had an admirer that would
lay her life down if need be to keep her safe.
Janice answered, breaking the growing silence. "I’m
sure that someday when you least expect it you’re going to
find that special someone you’re looking for and then all
this will seem silly... I know it isn’t silly for you now
because it’s hurting you. I can see that... Just give it
time and I think someday you’ll be pleasantly
Mel finally gave
Janice a full-toothed smile. "You always know the right
things to say to cheer me up," Mel complimented.
I’m also the one who seems to bring you down too,"
Janice replied, looking sorrowful into her drink.
Mel put her hands
over Janice’s hand, which forced the archeologists eyes up
to meet her partners. "You never bring me down," Mel
said, squeezing lightly to make her point. "Never."
The two spent a few
moments smiling and admiring each other. They wondered what
was going on in each others’ head, how lovely they each
looked, how wonderful this connection felt. They never stopped
to consider that the other woman was perhaps feeling the same
late," Mel replied. "And I think all that drinking
and dancing has made me sleepy... I’m heading up to bed...
Your room should be all set Janice," she added as she
stood up. "Are you going to call it a night too?"
Janice looked up
for one last admiring gaze of the evening. "I’m not
that tired yet. I think I’ll stay up awhile longer."
"Well, if ya
need anythang, just let me know ‘k?" the southerner
"Is this was
what they call southern hospitality?" Janice teased.
called takin’ care of a best friend... Goodnight,
Janice grinned on
last time. "Goodnight, Mel."
Ancient Egypt 500
awaits you," the royal guard nodded as an invitation to
Xena and Gabrielle
rose from Gabrielle’s bed and left her chamber. The palace
was huge, bigger than anything they had seen in Greece. So big
in fact that Xena and Gabrielle had separate chambers during
As the doors opened
the banquet diners all rose. Queen Cleopatra herself stood in
honor of the warrior and the bard. More the warrior than the
bard Gabrielle thought to herself. She never minded playing
second fiddle to Xena. She liked the role of sidekick. But
this woman. This Queen. Her admiration of Xena ran much deeper
than that of a simple rescuer and Gabrielle knew it. Although,
during their two day there so far, Gabrielle said nothing to
But then again what
could she say. She would sound like a jealous lover and it
wouldn’t be right. For one she had no right to feel jealous
- Xena was a free, grown woman to do as she pleased. And
second, they were not lover’s, only partners, fighting for
the ‘greater good’.
Only when they took
their seats at the table did the banquet guest sit as well.
Xena’s chair was conveniently located next to the queen.
Celo’s eyes did more devouring of Xena than her mouth did
with the delicious food. Gabrielle picked at her plate, the
queen’s admiration of her warrior, making her nauseous. The bard's
lack of appetite didn’t go unnoticed by the warrior.
okay?" Xena asked politely.
Why?" the bard asked trying to sound cheerful.
like you to play with your food," the warrior teased.
"Talk to it? Yes. But never play."
"I just a
little tired tonight," Gabrielle replied.
Gabrielle’s forehead. "Maybe you’re coming down with
something," the warrior offered.
bard thought. ‘Bad case of unrequited love’. "Really,
I’m fine. I think I’m going to call it an early
night," she said as she rose. Xena moved to stand as
well. "Stay," the bard answered putting her hand on
her companions shoulder. "I’ll see you in the
Cleo heard the
exchange. "If you need anything Gabrielle don’t
hesitate to ask someone. I keep my guest well cared for,"
she added, making sure to throw a seductive glance toward
you," Gabrielle replied before leaving. She didn’t
trust herself to add more than that. After she was well away
from the party she grumbled to herself. "I keep my guest
well cared for," the bard whispered in a high pitch,
sarcastic tone. "I happen to be a queen too you conniving
little Nile bitch."
Back at the hall,
Cleo and Xena continued to talk. After a few heartbeats of
silence Cleo placed her hand on Xena’s. "I have a
proposition for you... I think you are brave, beautiful
warrior who would do wonderful in my guard – as my personal
guard, in fact. Please don’t say anything now but consider
this offer. I would feel quite well protected with you near
and of course Gabrielle is welcome to stay. I know she’s
your best friend and I would see that she’s cared for. Take
a few days to think it over... And if I may be so bold,
perhaps we could discuss this in the privacy of your chambers
later tonight... I could give you more information... Let
you know what I had in mind."
The last few
sentences came out surpey, a sweet seduction. Xena wasn’t a
fool. She knew exactly what the Desert queen was up to. She
considered the proposition. Not the guard assignment but the
proposition of the ‘private meeting’. It had been awhile
since she had taken a lover and a female lover at that. She
tried to think back to the last woman she had had.
The barmaid in
Cierteo six months ago, the warrior reflected with a grin.
Warm honey hair, deep green eyes, well-tone muscles.
She looked like perfection.
In truth, she
looked like Gabrielle, but Xena chalked that up to coincidence.
She just happened to look like the bard and she wanted
After Gabrielle had
gone to sleep for the night, the warrior was feeling restless
and decided to check on Argo. At the stables, the young woman
approached the warrior. She asked Xena point blank if
Gabrielle was her lover. Xena was taken back by the question
and answered no before she even considered why she had been
asked. The next thing the warrior recalled was the woman’s
"Good." She smiled. Seconds later, the young lady was welding her lips
to Xena’s, pushing the warrior against the wall with the
sheer strength of her desire. Xena’s body responded before
her mind could issue any argument. Before long, their fingers
prodded, hips strained, mouths searched. Xena gave herself
freely to the young lady, bringing the barmaid pleasure,
taking all that she herself could take.
Both women knew
neither would see each other again. Love wasn’t a part of
the love making. It was sex. Plan and simple. A primal need
for release. And as Xena reached her release she closed her
eyes and croaked out her name - the object of her affections,
her bard, Gabrielle.
Xena’s body still
contracted as the barmaid laughed.
huh?" she asked. "Sounds to me you want much more
Xena simple stared
at the young woman as her realization of her want for
Gabrielle came into focus for the first time.
sorry," Xena blushed, for feeling she offended the young
be," the barmaid said kissing her soundly and
passionately. "You can call me anything you like blue
eyes. I’ll be Gabrielle tonight," she whispered in the
warrior’s ear, sucking lightly on the lobe. "What do
you want to do with me? What does your heart desire? Did you
like my stories tonight?"
Xena knew what the
young woman wanted. She wanted to role-play. Xena closed her
eyes and thought back to the events earlier that evening. But
for now the warrior was soaking up the young ladies voice that
was now so close to her ear, teasing her, tempting her.
The bard brought in
twenty dinars telling her stories at the inn and Xena
remembered how she admired Gabrielle’s body on the stage.
The firm abs, the sculpted shoulders and arms. Xena told
herself she was just admiring the work Gabrielle did to keep
herself fit. She realized now as the barmaid’s tongue
played with her nipples, it was Gabrielle she admired and
wanted. That body. That voice. How could she have been so
blind to her desires for so long? As soon the questioned
entered her mind, so did the answer. It was safer to ignore her
longings for Gabrielle than risk everything in a confession.
As the barmaid spoke again, Xena realized she needed this
role-playing to cool her fires for the bard, whom she felt had
no wanton needs for her.
stories," the barmaid cooed in the warrior’s ear again.
"Stories I could never tell a crowded room. Stories about
what this feels like to have you, to take you... Oh Gods,
Xena. Say it... Say my name... Say it."
Xena closed her
eyes and gave in. "Gabriellllle," she whispered.
The barmaid groaned
and forced her tongue through the warrior’s lips. Xena’s
passion was overflowing - her undergarments sopping wet, her
nipples aching for contact. She had to have her. She had to
Xena rolled the
woman onto her back and plunge two fingers deep inside her.
The young barmaid was so wet, so ready and Xena sucked
forcefully on her nipples taking as much as she could fit into
her mouth. This only made the woman wetter; her groans deeper,
pushing Xena on further.
Xena kept her eyes
closed as she continued to drive into Gabrielle while tasting
her flesh. Gabrielle matched Xena’s rhythm striving for all
the pleasure she could get. Xena could feel the erotic
movements against her hand.
"Oh Gods, yes,
Gabrielle," the warrior whispered. "Do you feel
this? Do you realize it’s me doing this to you?"
Xena," Gabrielle replied. "Do me... do me,"
she whispered huskily, fighting for breath.
Before long, the
woman arched. Her legs shook and a soul-shattering cry filled
the stable. Once her body subsided, only then did Xena open
her eyes. The young lady looked like Gabrielle. But she
wasn’t Gabrielle and that left the warrior with a mix of
conflict emotions – disappointment that it wasn’t really
the bard and relived because... it wasn’t really the bard.
Xena did want Gabrielle. She knew that now for a fact but the
idea of losing her friendship over her passions outweighed her
The barmaid sensed
"Come on warrior," she teased.
"We’ve got to until sun up to sort this out, that is, of
course, if you still want to play."
Xena grinned and
interrupted Xena’s thoughts.
"Are you coming back
sometime soon?" the queen asked. "You look like you
just went miles and miles away."
Xena shook her head
to get her focus.
"I’m sorry," she said sincerely.
"What were you saying?"
"I said is it
alright if I come to your chamber tonight."
Xena replied trying to sound neutral. "It’s your palace
after all. You can go anywhere you like," she teased.
so?" Cleo asked raising a mischievous eyebrow.
"I’ll have to remember that for... future
Cleo motioned a
guard. "See that a bath is drawn for me in the
warrior’s chambers after desert is served."
With a quick nod,
he scurried away. Xena watched him leave and turned back to
negotiations should always be a comfortable experience.
Xena simple grinned
and took drink of her wine as she leaned closer to Cello’s
"Always," she whispered.
London Airport, England - 1946
Covington; Miss Pappas!" the short man exclaimed as she
and Mel approached.
"Looks like you made it in early
"I always love
his accent," Mel whispered to Janice as they walked.
"He sounds so funny," she giggled.
"Look who’s talking," she rebutted with a
swatted Janice’s arm as the two women were within a few feet
of the English gentleman. "How the hell are you, Rollows?
It’s been awhile."
They shook hands
then Mr. Rollows offered his regards to Mel too. The three
walked as they talked. He said, "I managed to get us a flight into
Cairo tomorrow courtesy of an old friend of mine who flew
during the war. He owes me a favor."
for spending your favor on us. I really appreciate it,"
Janice said sincerely.
Rollows stopped and
faced Janice. "You took that bullet for me in Rome two
years ago. It’s the least I could do," he replied
seriously before breaking into a smile. "What do you say
we grab a bit to eat? It is tea time."
As Rollows went to
the concession stand, Mel and Janice took a seat at some
"You never told me you’d been shot,
could hear the worry and disappointment in the belle’s
"I didn’t want you to worry," Janice
replied, matter-of-factly. "See why I never let you come
with me during the war?"
have at least told me later."
Janice replied, looking away from Mel’s scrutinizing eyes.
said defiantly. "Not maybe. You should have told
me." I could have lost you, Mel thought silently.
Mel," Janice began. "I got hurt. That’s all. But
I’m fine now... There’s hardly even a scar."
thigh, okay?" Janice replied growing annoyed with the
questions. "It wasn’t bad... Of course it hurt like
hell, but I’m okay now."
"How did it
Janice sighed in
frustration. Mel wasn’t going to let this go.
and I went into town to get some supplies to take back to the
site. A fire fight broke out and we got caught in the middle.
I spotted a Nazi ready to take a shot at Rollows and I leapt
up and pushed him out of the way – hence getting my leg
shot. There wasn’t a hospital too far. The bullet went
through and I didn’t lose much blood all in all. Is there
anything else you’d like to know?... Oh wait - my nurse's
name was Roselyn. There. That should cover all your
Mel didn’t reply.
She only watched Janice as she twiddled her thumbs
The archeologist caught the glare from Pappas and
got defensive, and asked, "What?!"
Mel turned away and
said, "Why does my caring for you scare you so
much?" Mel didn’t wait for an answer. She got up and
walked over to help Rollows with the tea and crumpets.
Janice knew why.
Her mother cared for her and she left. Her father cared for
her and he died. If you care Mel, Janice thought
silently. Then someday you’ll go to. And that I could not
Guest quarters of,
her Royal Highness, Queen Cleopatra – 500bc
Gabrielle laid on
her bed looking at the mural, too tense to sleep, too
unfocused to write. She heard Xena return to her chamber a
half-candlemark before. She considered going there then, but
what would she say? What could she do?
She knew the Queen
of the Nile had her sights set on the Warrior Princess, and it
gnawed on her mind. Hercules; Ulysses. They had been
different. They were men and if that’s what Xena wanted, it
was something she couldn’t offer. So she supported Xena in
whatever decision she would make.
But Cleopatra was a
woman. Just like her. She did have what Cleopatra offered. She
even had a throne of her own.
Gabrielle wiped her
tears from her eyes for the hundredth time that night. She
made her decision. This had to end this one way or another.
She would give Xena her heart to do with as she pleased. She
didn’t believe that Xena would shun her if she didn’t feel
the same, but she also understood things could never go back to
what they were once her confessions were made. She knew, as
well, that this pain she carried was a burden and getting too
heavy to carry in silence. She made her decision. Yes. She
would walk into that chamber and let the warrior princess know
knocked twice and opened the door. She saw Cleopatra in the
tub but her eyes found no trace of Xena. The two queens locked
eyes and Gabrielle asked softly, "Where’s Xena?"
Almost as if on
command, Xena appeared from under the water.
ha!" she said triumphantly to Cleopatra. The queen
didn’t move her head, but her eyes gestured toward the door.
Xena looked over to see Gabrielle glaring at them.
Xena said a bit shaken, trying her best to mask her surprise.
"I thought you went to bed? Are you alright?"
"I just came
to speak with you," she said apologetically. "I
assumed you were alone. Guess I assumed wrong."
Gabrielle turned to
Xena replied, making the bard stop. "What did you
want?" the warrior asked.
Gabrielle croaked. "It’ll keep until tomorrow."
Xena could feel
Gabrielle’s distress. "No, it won’t," Xena
challenged. "It’s late and if it’s brought you here
it must be pretty important."
Gabrielle cast a
glare meant for only Cleo before looking back at Xena.
"I’ve decided to go home to the amazon," Gabrielle
uttered. "I’m leaving first thing in the morning."
Panic flooded Xena.
"Wha..... What do you mean? For good?" she asked.
"Have fun. I’ll see ya tomorrow."
This time, Gabrielle
didn’t stop for Xena’s pleas to stay. Xena looked at
Cleopatra for a moment. Then she handed the queen her lost
earring she found at the bottom of the tub. Cleopatra accepted
it then pulled Xena into a passionate kiss.
best lover I’ll never have." Cleo grinned before
looking serious again. "She loves you Xena. Go to
Could it be
true? Xena wondered silently. She didn’t spend anymore
time considering it. She exited the tub and donned her robe.
She looked back at Cleo once she was at the door.
"Go on. Tell
her before you really do lose her."
Xena nodded and
made her long journey to the end of the hall.
Cairo, Egypt –
Rollows shouted. "Covington!"
The war had been
over for about a year but her first thoughts was ‘Nazi!’.
Quickly, it subsided and Janice knew that her name pronounced
with so much excitement meant they found something.
Janice and Mel
looked at each other and abandoned the vase they were working
on. Both women broke into a run down the hill. They had been
there for two months already, but only found some Egyptian
pottery. Not that it was a bad find. This could very well help
finance their next dig. Janice had worked out a deal with the
National Museum of History. They had agreed to pay her for
each item she returned. So far they had a large assortment of
items to impress them.
Janice eyes widened
as she looked inside the trunk Rollows had been working on.
"Did you open
this?" she asked.
said nervously. "When we tried to lift it, the bloody
thing broke. We’ll be more careful next time, Janice. I
Janice wrapped her
arm around Rollows neck and kissed him soundly on the cheek.
Being the stand-offish Brit that he was, he found himself
leaning away as best as he could from the small woman’s vise
grip. Janice ignored his reaction, too absorbed by the
contents of the trunk.
word," Mel said from behind Janice looking over her
The trunk, about
five foot by three foot, was about two feet deep with scrolls.
Janice shook her hands and arms trying to free some of her
excitement before reaching for them. Carefully, she took them
out one by one, laying them on a near by tarp.
"Take them to
my tent," she instructed the staff. As the workers did as
they were told, Janice turned to Mel with her sly grin.
"Looks like you’ve got some late night reading material,
contain her excitement any longer and the two embraced.
"Come on," Janice said pulling her partner by the
arm. "We got work to do."
Ancient Egypt 500bc
Xena called from the other side of the door. "Can I come
and wiped her eyes trying to get herself in check before she
opened the door.
"Give me a
minute," she replied, buying some time. Finally with
herself more together she opened the door. "What did you
need?" she asked. Her voice was cold and hollow.
"To speak with
you about your recent decision." Xena replied as calmly.
"May I come in?"
Gabrielle stood a
moment looking at the warrior - the wet, slicked back hair, the
blue robe that brought out her eyes. By the Gods, she was a
sight to see... and Gabrielle felt the ache all over again.
She walked away from the door leaving it open as an
mean to interrupt you early," Gabrielle said trying to
sound neutral. "I knew that Cleopatra had a deep interest
in you, but I didn’t know it was mutual... I wouldn’t have
just walked in on you and I apologize."
Xena could finally
hear the pain in Gabrielle’s voice, the longing. Gods, why
didn’t she ever notice it until now? And why did it take an
incident like this which she was sure broke the bard's heart?
She wondered if Gabrielle would believe her if she told her
the true feelings of her heart at this moment so she paused,
planning her words carefully. Words were important to the bard
and she knew, now more than ever, these words would be etched
in the amazons memory forever.
"Are you sure
about going back to the amazons?" Xena asked softly.
slowly. "I think it’s for the best."
"Yes, but is
that what you want?" Xena asked, stressing the sentence
the best," Gabrielle repeated. "We both know the day
would come when I would go home and take the throne."
Xena took a seat on
the bed and played with the quilt as she began to speak.
"Celopatra offered me a position here in her royal guard
– as her personal royal guard, in fact."
went into panic, but she quickly pulled a few words together.
"I’m sure she’ll be quite well protected," the
bard complimented the warrior, doing her best to keep the
friendly, matter-of-fact tone.
Xena finally looked
up with a grin.
"I turned her down... She asked for a
lot of things tonight," the warrior continued, "and
I turned her down... on ALL of them."
add anything she simply watched and waited for Xena to
continue. And Xena wasn’t going to dance around the subject
only one queen I want to spend my life protecting,
Gabrielle," she whispered. "Only one queen that I
want to be champion for – one queen that I have championed.
Any ideas on who that might be?" the warrior teased.
The indecision was
written so strongly on the bard's face - the nervous licking of
her lips, the darting movements of her eyes. Xena rose from
the bed. She looked deep into Gabrielle’s eyes and whispered
"Do you love
Xena for a few moments. She knew exactly what the warrior was
She could feel
herself starting to sob and all she could do was nod.
She turned away and
went to the window. Xena’s heart leapt in her throat. Slowly,
she walked up behind Gabrielle. The bard felt her approach, but
did nothing to stop it. A single tear ran down her right cheek,
but she refused to wipe it away. At this point, the warrior
couldn’t see her face. Gabrielle didn’t want Xena to know
she was crying so instead of wiping it away she let it fall,
landing on her bosom.
Xena’s arms encompass her upper body, the warrior resting
her cheek on the back of the bard's head, deeply inhaling the
smell of her hair.
"Oh Gods," Xena whispered,
"I love you too... Not just as a best friend or family.
But as a woman with needs and desires that only a lover can
The warrior's voice
fell silent and Gabrielle could feel the warrior woman’s
powerful arms beginning to shake. Gabrielle realized Xena was
crying now too. Gabrielle turned to face Xena, but remained
locked in her arms.
Xena choked. "Please stay with me. If you really do want
to go back to the amazons then take me with you, Gabrielle.
I’d live the rest of my life there, or anywhere, as long as
it was with you."
Gabrielle began to
cry openly too. But this time the sorrow had lifted completely
and a smile washed over her ruby lips. "By the Gods,
Xena," Gabrielle whispered, taking the warrior's face in
her hands. She brought the warrior down to her lips, stopping
just shy of contact. "I love you too," she
Xena finished the
The first kisses
were slow and delicate. Senses of taste and touch taking
precedence over anything else. But soon the taste and touch of
the lips weren’t enough. The connections became more
passionate and roaming. In a matter of minutes, Xena’s robe
laid in a crumpled pile on the floor after the warrior helped
her bard with her green tunic. Once the skirt joined the other
garments, Xena picked Gabrielle up in her arms and began to
carry her to the bed.
The bard stroked
the long, wet, black locks and nibbled on the ear conveniently
located by her lips. Xena was unsure if her legs would be
steady enough to reach her destination. The feel of those lips
and that tongue was unlike anything she’d ever felt in her
life. Battlelust was nothing compared to this. This was
back once she rested on the bed, she reached out her hands
which the warrior willingly took. "For so long," the
bard whispered, examining Xena’s naked body for the first
time with lovers eyes. "I’ve wanted you for so
yours," the warrior answered. "My soul.. .My heart...
My body... Always remember that Gabrielle... Always."
Their lips locked
once more and they made their descent to the mattress,
together, in unison, as one.
in Part II