of Paris Part 1 of 2
Xena Fanfiction, Xena fanfic, Xena fan fiction, Xena and
Gabrielle fanfiction, Xena fiction
These characters are not mine. They belong to Universal/MCA.
I’m just borrowing them for my entertainment purposes.
Nobody is making money off of them so call off the lawyers. If
stories of two women in love and expressing that love quite
graphically offends you then what the hell are you doing
reading my stories!!! <LOL>If you’re too young, leave
immediately. If you live somewhere that this stuff would get
you in trouble with the cops, cease and desist. If none of
these things are a problem please . . .read on.
Note: This is a follow up to Magic of Egypt. It’s not necessarily important that you read the first but you might enjoy it anyway. The songs enclosed here are by a man named Frank Sinatra <G>. If you’ve never heard of him I suggest you pick up ‘Sinatra Reprise: The Very Good Years’. Great stuff.<G> Yes, I am a patron of all types of music. And last but not least, this story is dedicated to Dana. I’m not sure how our story will end darlin’ but I have to believe the mentality of the characters in this work of fiction - If love is true . . . it can conquer all. Thank you for every day of my life that you’ve brightened. In light of everything, it’s been the best five years of my life and I’ll cherish you always and hopefully. . . many years to
come. [Sidenote: Since people have asked...I've learned how the story
ends with my gal. Not only am I a great bard, I'm a poor judge of character too
it seems<LOL>. As 'Frank' sang... Regrets? I've had a
few...but then again...too few to mention'<G>]
years after Magic
of Egypt, Janice
and Mel make their way to Paris as Mel considers the direction
of their lives.
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Magic of Paris Part 1 of 2
South Carolina, 1957
Mel!" The archeologist's voice boomed through the hallway
of the southern mansion. "How long does it take one woman
to get ready?"
done. Hold yer horses!" Mel shouted from behind the
bathroom door just as adamantly.
After another 60
seconds, Janice started a slow rhythmic tapping on the door.
"We’re going to be latttteee," she warned in a
sing-song voice. Mel still didn’t answer. "Come
on!" she barked harshly. "Now!"
Suddenly the door
heels?" Mel asked, moving past Janice traveling toward
Janice saw Mel for
only a few seconds before the southerner bolted away. She was
momentarily stunned by the beauty of the dark woman. Once Mel
disappeared from view, Janice’s’ mind took control over
"What do you
need heels for?" Janice argued. "You’re tall
enough as it is," she added, making her way to the
Mel was on all
fours, looking under the bed. Janice did nothing to hide the
mischievous smirk and arched eyebrow at the alluring sight of
Mel exclaimed, triumphantly pulling one out. She blushed when
she saw the look on Janice’s’ face, knowing exactly what
was running through the archeologist's mind.
They had been
lovers for over ten years now and it was difficult for Janice
to understand how Mel could be so shy and reserved about sex
when they were out of bed.
steamed from the fact that while in bed, Mel was a tigress; a
vixen. ‘While in bed,’ Janice mused as she watched her
lover. ‘In the tub... in the rumble seat... on the kitchen
table... ’. She shook her head of the thoughts that began
to consume her . She knew if she kept up this train of thought
they’d never make it to the lecture on time.
"Have you seen
it?" Mel asked rising to her feet.
what?" Janice asked, still a little lost in her thoughts.
"My other shoe
silly." Mel grinned.
Janice said, jittering just before fully entering the room, to
help with the search. Shoes were the last things on Janice’s
mind right now. "How would I know?" Janice grumbled,
Mel smirked this
time. "Because ya were very insistent that I keep them on
the last time I wore them. Any idea where ya finally threw
bewildered for a moment. ‘What the hell is she talking
about. How would I – ahhh... ’ Realization of the last
time Mel wore those heels kicked in. She wanted Mel to keep
them on as she made love to her. She loved the feel of the
leather rubbing against her lower back while Mel’s thighs
draped over her shoulders.
The illicit memory
clicked on the light bulb. With a snap of her fingers and a
wink to Mel, she went to the closet directly behind her.
she exclaimed, mimicking Mel. She brought the shoe over and
knelt before Mel, placing the heel in front of her.
"Here you go
Cinderella," Janice teased affectionately, stroking
Mel’s calf as she slid her foot inside. "A perfect
fit," Janice replied, rising to her full height again.
"Ya know what this means don’t ya sweetheart?"
happily ever after," Mel remarked with a sly smile.
course," Janice answered. "But it also means you
have to wear those shoes again tonight," she said
wiggling her eyebrows.
Mel began as she closed the short distance between them.
"If ya promise me the same treatment as last time, I’ll
be more than happy to oblige."
Neither woman said
anything for a few moments, both fully understanding what was
going through each others minds. Finally Janice found her
voice although it sounded like more of a croak.
"We gotta get
out here or we’ll never make it," Janice said rushing
from the room, knowing if they stayed a moment longer their
passion would consume them.
ya," Mel agreed whole-heartedly.
Amphipolis, around 500 bc.
sweetheart! You’re almost there. One more. One more.
Cyrene held the
laboring woman’s sweat-soaked hand, offering what support
she could. She hated to see her daughter – either one of her
daughters – in pain. Carefully Cyrene wiped the laborers
brow which was also covered with sweat.
strong grunt, the baby slipped lower but receded back up
not coming," the mother announced in a shallow breath.
Something was wrong. She knew it. They had been at this point
for well over an hour, always with the same result.
baby," she whispered. "Let me go."
"No. No. I can
do this and you’ll both be fine. Trust me." She smiled
warmly. That smile always had a way of comforting her lover;
cooling her temper; filling her with hope. "When you feel
the next contraction let me know... I’ve got an idea."
The mother shook
her head rigorously. "No!" she cried. "Don’t
hurt the baby."
Cyrene whispered placing a kiss on the mother to be’s head.
"Little one relax. Relax. When Toris was born it took
almost a whole day – we have lots of time."
soft spoken words calmed the laboring woman at least until the
next contraction took hold.
comes," she warned, fighting for air.
She reached inside
the mother’s birth canal, getting a firm grasp on the
The howl the future
mom emitted was loud enough that she didn’t hear her lover
dislocate the baby’s shoulders as the contraction ended. She
pulled and the child slipped out. As fast as she could she
cleared the mouth and patted its back.
The baby screamed
and it was the best sound they thought they ever heard. The
deliverer popped the shoulder back into place and began to
clean the child as best as she could. Quickly, she wrapped it
before it got too chilled.
it?" Cyrene and the mother asked in harmony.
girl," she answered proudly, handing the child to her
bondmate. "It’s a beautiful girl, just like her mama
– red hair and all."
Cyrene let go of
the bard's hand and gently kissed her forehead. "She’s
beautiful," Cyrene sighed. "Absolutely
Xena cut the cord
and made certain that the afterbirth was delivered. Once she
was certain Gabrielle was safe, she made her way up to the
bard, kissing her soundly on the lips. Cyrene smiled as she
watched her girls admiring the newborn.
stay," she announced, wanting to leave them alone.
going anywhere right now," Gabrielle chuckled. She was
exhausted ... but extremely happy.
Cyrene giggled too.
"I’ll let Toris know everything is okay."
The baby’s sire
had been pacing outside more frantically than anyone. Bringing
a child into the world was a dangerous procedure for some. And
with the way this labor had been proceeding he felt
‘responsible’ if anything were to happen to the bard.
around and took Xena in her arms. "Congratulations,"
she whispered. Before leaving she offered the same remarks to
the bard but with a gentle kiss on the forehead.
Xena asked. "Please let Lye know he’s got a sister and
tell him I’ll be there in a short while."
Cyrene winked and walked outside. A few moments later a cheer
was heard and the couple couldn’t help but smile at each
other at the sound of their friends joy for them.
Xena and Gabrielle
studied each other silently admiring one another. Gabrielle
knew the greatest torture for Xena was seeing her in pain. And
she knew the labor had been taxing on the retired warrior. But
she could feel Xena beginning to relax and breathe evenly
Xena looked again
at the large newborn suckling Gabrielle; child and mother both
looking quite content in the process. It made Xena smile. It
had been years since she was in the same position. Lye was
growing like a weed, taller and taller everyday. He was only
four years old but he was almost up to the bard's hip in
"What are you
going to name her?" Xena asked.
"Oh no." Gabrielle smiled. "I had to name Lye so now it’s your
turn," the bard countered.
Xena thought for a
moment. "Well you have to help me out," Xena
protested. "Is there a name you like? Someone
Gabrielle was on
the verge of saying something but stopped. "Oh no you
don’t.. You almost had me there. You almost let me name this
Xena tried to look
shocked and bewildered. But the ‘whatever are you talking
about bard?’ routine wasn’t going to work. Gabrielle was
sore. She was tired. But she wasn’t stupid. Xena didn’t
hear that argument but she saw it in Gabrielle’s eye and had
can’t blame me for trying?" Xena replied, casually
shrugging her shoulders.
could," Gabrielle grinned. "If I wanted to ...
I don’t. We have lots of time Xena. Let’s just wait and
see okay. Once we get to know her then we’ll name her.
Years ago, Xena
would have rolled her eyes and asked 'How do you get to know
a baby?' but she knew, since Lyceus, that it was possible.
Even at a few days old you can judge temperaments. Lyceus had
always been easily pacified. Little whimpers when hungry. And
he was growing up into a happy, soft spoken young boy. Xena
jokingly wondered if he was really hers, but she resolved it
to be from Autolycus’ side. The King of Thieves himself was
some what laid back in nature, rarely upset or angered by
things around him.
Xena looked back at
the bard and the baby snuggling together and felt the grin
tugging at her lips. "Whatever you want, Gabrielle." She smiled kissing the bard once more.
stroked the little patch of red hair on the baby’s head and
she wondered how many more times in her life would she feel
complete. She didn’t question it for long. She would simply
University of South
Carolina, East Lecture Hall - 1957
you’re saying Dr. Covington is that this warrior, Xena , and
her traveling companion, Annabelle-
Janice corrected with hostility in her voice. "Her name
Gabrielle... What you’re saying is, now correct me if
I’m wrong, you’re saying they were lovers?"
Janice thought, ‘does Margaret Mead run into these debates
with assholes or is it just my own good misfortune.’
appear so yes," Janice remarked.
"I find that
rather odd," the man argued in the filled lecture hall.
"It was quite common that men engaged in homosexual
activity openly and honestly with little or no back lash.
Women, on the other hand, weren’t accepted as such."
something isn’t accepted doesn’t that mean that it isn’t
done... For years doctors believed that pregnancy was a term
of six or seven months and not the usual nine. And why did
they believe this you may ask? Because engaged couples were
having pre-marital sex and lying about it. It took years to
put two and two together... So just because female/female
sexuality wasn’t widely accepted in Greece doesn’t mean it
didn’t happen... " Janice paused a moment holding up
her hand so the man wouldn’t interrupt her. "But even
if you’re point was true how would you explain the Isle of
Lesbos and the Amazon Nation?"
Janice watched the
man smile, so self-assured, so goddamn cocky. She was ready.
She was ready to dive right over the podium and rip his head
off. "Fiction," he laughed. "It’s all
‘dive’ yet she simply nodded and smiled.
huh?" Janice nodded, trying to cool her anger. "Well
myself and other researchers have begun to uncover proof that
the Amazon Nation did exist. And not only was the ‘Isle of
Lesbos’ a landmark find in literature it also collaborated
the writings of one of the worlds finest poets. Ever heard of
Sappho?" Janice offered. "Not only did she write
eloquently of a woman’s desire of another woman she was
quite revered by people in her time. Plato himself called her
the Tenth Muse. Certainly you can’t argue with Plato?"
Janice teased. It brought a wave of chuckles through the
crowd, calming her edginess a bit.
The man remained
friendly although he could tell the debate was beginning to
get heated; perhaps even more scorching. "I guess the
point I’d really like to make is regarding the validity of
this find. I mean how do we know that Miss Pappas is correct
in her equation of Xena’s relationship with... with...
Janice answered stringing out the name.
he began again. "Miss Pappas isn’t a doctor like
yourself or her own father for that matter. In fact she has
had no formal training at any University. How can we be
certain that what she is interrupting the facts and not, how
should I say, some bias on her part?"
The bias, that the
man spoke of wasn’t lost on the couple or a few people in
the auditorium. Rumors surrounding Mel and Janice’s
relationship was at one point the ‘talk of the town’ so to
speak. This however was the first time anyone had the courage
to address it, even as indirect as the statement had been.
Mel looked up to
Janice as the man finished. The archeologist right eye began
to twitch and Mel knew it meant trouble. Mel shot up next to
Janice, gripping the blondes forearm, which was hidden from
view. She hoped her touch would sooth the rage within her
lover. Instantly it did - not much, but enough to prevent the
archeologist from clobbering the man below her in the audience
with a flying tackle.
asked this question about me I think I should answer it... It’s true. I’ve had no formal trainin’. Just
experience. Years of experience, I might add. My daddy, who
was a doctor as ya pointed out, taught me everything I know
about ancient writin’s from the time I was a little girl. By
the age of ten I knew Egyptian Hieroglyphics. By 15, I was
well acquainted with Greek and Latin. My father was one of the
best translators in this country, if not the world. And as far
as any bias I have, it would be that I would do anythang to
see that GABRIELLE’s words survive for years to come ... The presentation that Dr. Covington and I prepared is the
words-not as I see them, but as they are written. As for the
subject of validity, other doctors have looked at these works
and have reached the same conclusions."
The man graciously
bowed in defeat. He would no longer put up the fight and with
a quiet ‘Thank you’. He took his seat.
"Are there any
more questions?" Janice asked the audience. She did a
wonderful job of hiding her disgust with this whole academic
circus. No one raised their hands or made a motion, so Janice
began to collect her papers. "In that case, let me thank
you all for coming. If you’d like to see this report in
it’s entirety the campus library will have it available soon...
Thank you again for coming and have a good
applauded loudly as the division chairs began to rise and
shake hands with the women. After the last hand was shook
Janice turned to Mel.
"Let’s get the hell outta
here!" she whispered hotly, her anger still quite
Mel didn’t argue
about missing the post lecture luncheon that was planned. She
only nodded and followed her lover faithfully... at least for
Amphipolis, around 500 bc
Xena stood by the
door, stomping the snow from her boots as quietly as possible.
She could see Lye sleeping soundly in his room while Gabrielle
cradled Myra in her arms. She watched as the bard gently
rocked the infant in her arms and a smile tugged at her mouth.
The baby was
getting larger by the day. The bard was sure that one day Myra
would tower over her mother – not her – but Xena. The baby
was already large by comparison to other children in the
village. She was large... and she had a temper. When she
wanted feed, she wanted feed now and she made sure everyone
But for the moment
she was quietly content in Gabrielle’s arm. The bard rose
and carried her to her crib, not far from the foot of their
bed. After gently laying her down on her side, which Xena told
her was the best possible position, she walked back to the
living room. She recalled the debate Xena had with her mother,
Hecuba. Xena always kept Lye on his side but Hecuba insisted
the child would choke to death. Xena’s logic however made
more sense. It wasn’t Morpheus who stole the young in their
sleep. It was the way they were sleeping on their stomach.
Their bones and their organs were so new and the pressure was
killing them at night. Of course when Xena suggested this to
the town healer he called her crazy too. But Lye was thriving
as prove to Xena’s theory.
warrior,’ Gabrielle grinned as she took a seat back in her
chair. ‘Always looking for a way to disprove and upstage the
rocking back and forth casually looking at their living room.
It seemed almost like a dream. She became everything her
parents wanted her to be. A wife, a mother, living on a little
farm. It was a modest one story dwelling with three rooms –
two bedrooms to either side of the living room/kitchen. Xena,
along with help from Hercules and Iolaus, built it with stone.
It was warm in the winter; cool in the summer.
Xena joked once
that it was smaller than her tent she had as a warlord. The
comment had a deeper meaning to the bard. It showed Xena was
forgiving herself more and more as the years went by. She
still helped people when they sought her aid but roaming the
country side aimlessly was gone. Gabrielle didn’t mind. She
stayed in shape playing with Lye and working in the fields. In
the evening, she told stories at Cyrene’s Inn. It was always
a packed house when she preformed. Cyrene was grateful and the
bard felt useful – something more than just a farmers wife,
which is what she wanted when she first left the comfort of
Poteidaia so many years before.
When the bard's parents passed away they decided to settle in Amphipolis. The
amazons were a possibility but neither Xena nor Gabrielle
wanted to leave Lye, which would have been required. So she
gave the mask to Ephany for good and they returned often to
see their friends, when time permitted. With Xena’s mother
getting older and needing help, the duo decided Amphipolis was
the best place to be. Xena looked up from stoking the fire to
see the bard deep in thought.
about it?" Xena asked.
what?" Gabrielle asked now giving her bondmate her full
is that has you so perplexed?"
Gabrielle joked, "That’s an awfully big word for such a
warrior," Xena corrected. "What can I say? I live
with a bard. I guess it’s contagious."
warmly. "I was just thinking; that’s all."
"Hmm." Xena smiled back. "That’s my old excuse I used whenever
I was fantasizing about you."
It amazed Xena but
even after all these years she watched the bard blush at the
comment. "Yes and to think if only I had pressed a little
harder the things I could have learned!"
than never," Xena countered.
that," Gabrielle agreed. The bard stood up and offered
Xena the chair. Once the ex-warrior sat down, Gabrielle took a
spot on Xena’s lap. She rested her head on Xena’s shoulder
and sighed peacefully.
okay?" Xena asked again.
fine," Gabrielle insisted. "If you must know I was
thinking about us. About the house. About the baby. Everything...
I’m very content right now."
Xena remarked. "I’m very content too."
Gabrielle paused a
moment. "Do you miss the road?" she asked after the
Xena replied truthfully. "Being able to go where the wind
takes us. Not having to worry about the commitment of
children. Sometimes I miss it. But then I think about that
soft bed and Lye’s laugh and I get over it... No. Missing
the road doesn’t happen often because the best part of it
all was you. And I still have you. So I’m happy."
"I knew there
was a reason I fell in love with you. You’re very smart and
when push comes to shove you know just the right thing to say
to make me smile."
"I live to
make you smile," Xena said stroking the bard's cheek.
"Don’t forget that."
Their lips met
softly at first. But the more and more they connected, the
more urgent they became. Xena began to untie the laces of the bard's
floral printed sleeping shift but Gabrielle grabbed her
should continue this discussion in the bedroom before Lye
wakes up," the bard suggested.
think I can wait that long," the ex-warrior groaned as
she buried her head into the nape of Gabrielle’s neck. The
bard closed her eyes as the warriors teeth and tongue began to
nip at her flesh.
Gabrielle pulled away and stood up. "Come on Sexy,"
she said pulling Xena to her feet. The former warrior moaned
and clutched her knee as she stood. "It’s getting worse
isn’t it? Have you seen the healer?"
there’s nothing I can do," Xena replied. "One too
many tumbles he tells me. I never thought I’d live to feel
"Well, I for
one, am glad you did," Gabrielle replied a bit offended.
Xena had forgot how sensitive an issue her mortality was with
Gabrielle. The bard spent years worrying about when Hades
would call her lover for good.
sorry," Xena apologized sincerely. "It was just a
joke. I didn’t mean –
"Shhh ... I
know what you meant. C’mere." With that Gabrielle lead
Xena to their bedroom by her collar, kissing her sporadically
along the way. Xena for her part was succeeding in working the
laces free on Gabrielle’s nightgown.
Xena slipped the
gown down just a bit to expose the bard's creamy shoulders yet
still cover her ample bosom. Xena could feel her body losing
the battle with gravity but the bard... the bard was just as
firm as the first night they made love in Egypt. Her hair was
getting lighter and a bit grayer but Xena found that Gabrielle
wore it well. Her experience showed in her laugh lines around
her eyes but those same eyes still glowed with excitement and
with passion. For Xena, Gabrielle was, and would always be,
the most beautiful woman in the world.
off," Gabrielle insisted, tugging on the pants Xena wore.
With a swift, firm pull they were on the floor. Her socks came
off next; followed quickly by her shirt. Gabrielle reached to
pull her dress off but Xena stopped her.
Xena said kissing each of the bard's hands. "Leave it on
Sometimes when Xena was feeling very ‘amorous’ she liked
to take the bard with her clothes still on. Gabrielle didn’t
complain. She knew it took the warrior back to the days when
they traveled. Some days neither of them would nor could wait
until the end of the day for satisfaction. Xena would find a
secluded spot of the trail and ravish the bard in a meadow or
against a tree or on a sandy beach. She could tell by the look
in Xena’s eyes – the warrior would not be denied. That
look alone made Gabrielle moan aloud. She felt her britches
growing wetter by the second. And she too had to have what she
me," Gabrielle whispered, pulling the warrior in for a
pulled back, "Patience Gabrielle. Patience."
Patience was not an
option for the bard. She grabbed the warrior wrist and placed
it against her soaked center. She knew her arousal would be
the warriors undoing. Once again she was correct. Xena began
to stoke her forcefully and purposely. She was going to make
the bard come. By the Gods she was. And nothing was going to
stop her. If this is what Gabrielle wanted this is what
Gabrielle would get it – her fingers hard and fast, rubbing
all the right areas, dipping teasingly into the well of the bard's
harshly; her hips bucking against Xena’s hand.
Gabrielle said, tickling and exciting Xena’s earlobe.
"Need you inside me," she added, forcing the words
from her ardent lips.
Gabrielle knew just
what the warrior was asking. After years of loving making and
being able to read her lover she knew what Xena wanted to do.
She wanted to take the bard – very hard and very fast.
Gabrielle felt goosebumps welt up on her skin in anticipation.
Gabrielle replied, deep and throaty. "Do it Xena."
tossed the bard on their bed. She ripped the dress straight up
the middle until she could see the bard's britches. Gabrielle
yelped softly in surprise and arousal. Xena was so strong, so
passionate and so good when she was bad. The bard knew the
dress was beyond repair but she didn’t care one bit. The
heat that flamed from her body upon watching the warriors
biceps strain as she pulled the material was worth it.
"So wet." Xena smiled. It wasn’t smile of innocence or admiration. The
look of pure lust washed over the warriors face and it
enthralled Gabrielle even more, forcing her to cry out.
"By the gods,
Xena," Gabrielle muttered as her fists clutched at the
quilt on their bed. "I love it when you’re like this...
Gods Xena. Rip’em off... My britches... Tear them away
too," Gabrielle’s words were even more forced, coming
out as a hot whisper.
"You want me
bad huh?" Xena said menacingly as she placed her body
over the bard's. "You want my fingers high and deep inside
of you. Pumping in and out don’t ya?"
All the bard could
do was shut her eyes tight and moan her answer. The ache
within her was so far reaching now it was growing unbearable.
Finally she found her voice.
She didn’t have
the chance to finish. Her sentence turned into a groan of
satisfaction as Xena’s hand plunged between her slippery
folds. The warrior won approval that was evident in the bard's
motions and words.
good," the bard whispered, bucking her hips again.
"You feel so good inside me... Bet you’re as wet as I
am right now"
Xena knew where
Gabrielle was going. On nights like tonight, all it took was
the bard's voice and her raunchy words to send her over the
wetter," Xena groaned in response.
"I bet you
taste delicious too," Gabrielle prodded. "I bet
nothing would make you happier than having my head buried
between your firm thighs. Tasting you. Teasing you. Pleasing
you... It would please you wouldn’t it? It would please
you if you came all over my face wouldn’t it Xena?"
Xena sounded like
she was in pure agony as she continued prodded the bard with
her long fingers.
"You do have
many skills," Gabrielle breathed. She could feel her
orgasm beginning to lay claim on her. Xena could feel the
rippling too. "You’re best skill," Gabrielle said,
fighting moment by moment to push the warrior over.
"You’re best skill is fucking me."
That did it.
Gabrielle said the f-word and Xena was done for. Her orgasm
shot through her veins. And upon seeing Xena’s satisfied
reaction, Gabrielle tumbled over right behind her.
Xena collapsed next
to the bard as both women tried to steady their breathing.
Xena rolled to her side with a huge grin on her face. She
opened her eyes when she heard Gabrielle chuckle.
"I have many
skills too ya know?" the bard teased. "Not just
anyone who can make someone climax by just talking."
Xena smiled but
slowly began to look sober. She tenderly stroked the bard's cheek. "No one but you my
bard... No one but you."
University of South
think we should leave," Mel said firmly.
need to be a part of high society to feel a sense of
self-worth," Janice rebuffed.
Mel slammed her
pocket book on the hood of Janice’s’ brand new Chevy Bel-Air.
"What the hell
is wrong with you?!" Janice exclaimed, moving to see if
the southerner caused any damage to her new ‘baby’.
"YOU are my
problem at the moment!" Mel replied hostile.
Covington. You," Mel sighed in frustration. She had to
make Janice see. "I don’t care what ‘high society’
thinks of me. If I did I woulda called things off between us
years ago Janice. Ya think I don’t know the stares we get in
town! Ya think I don’t realize the things people say behind
Janice started to
reply but Mel held up a finger cutting her off.
"I know what
people think Janice and I don’t care because I know we’re
right. I know I belong with ya and no one else. And I’m not
about to let ‘Mr. I know you’re queer’ intimidate me or
keep me from this luncheon... Look Janice. I could care less
about those people in there, well except for Miss Epherson.
All the others can go to hell. The reason I say we should stay
is because if we don’t, it’s like we’re running away. He
rattled our chain so we’re just gonna run back into the
doghouse?... I’m sorry Janice but not me. I’m not gonna
let that bastard get the upper hand. I’m staying at this
luncheon and walkin’ in with my head held high because
it’s the only thing that will someday stop the whispers and
the myths about who we are. I’m not just doing this for me
or for us... I’m doing it for the greater good."
reply. She knew Mel was right but she didn’t know what she
could say at this point.
Mel said giving her the option. "If ya want to go home,
then go home. But I’m stayin’ Janice... I have to."
Mel didn’t add
more. She simply walked back toward the lecture hall. She was
surprised that she didn’t hear Janice’s footsteps behind
her but she kept walking anyway.
Janice?" Epherson asked when she saw Mel come in alone.
to go home," Mel explained. "She’s not feeling
too bad," Epherson said sincerely.
It wasn’t an
outright lie. But it was better than getting into a discussion
Mel just wasn’t up for at the moment. "How ‘bout a
drink?" Mel offered. "I’m getting a little
"Sure - right
this way," Epherson said, taking Mel by the elbow to the
beverage table. "You didn’t miss anything," Eph
offered. "The band just finished setting up."
"Gee, we have
music today too?" Mel asked.
has it the Dean is trying to impress some French museum types
who came for Janice’s lecture today."
started to play a spiral melody and Mel knew it. She didn’t
even need to face the bandstand. ‘Witchcraft’. Sinatra.
Mel could picture Janice in the Rat Pack with her fandora and
But when the vocals
started she didn’t quite trust herself to turn around. She
looked to Epherson first, who at this point was fixated on the
stage, her eyes wide in wonder and amazement.
fingers in my hairrrrrr
That sllllllly come
That stripppsss my
"Oh my god
Janice," Mel whispered shaking her head as she slowly
turned around. She told Janice they should make a stand but
this isn’t quite what she had in mind. Standing side by
side, talking with associates, perhaps eating a little cake.
That’s what she had in mind. She was helpless now as she
watched Janice take the stage to crone Sinatra.
"And I got
nooooo defense for it
The heat is toooo
intense for it
What gooood would
common sense for it dooooo
arrrrrrouse the need in me
My heart says yes
indeed in me
what you’re leeeedin’ me tooo.
It’s such an
But one that I’d
Cause there’s no
nicer witch than youuuuuu."
God." That’s all Mel could say during the musical break
down as she watch Janice slinking around on the stage, quite
seductively actually. The more she watch the more captivated
she felt. Who knew Janice had an artistic side? And the more
she relaxed the more she realized Janice had a beautiful
singing voice. Of course she heard Janice sing before in the
shower but in this hall, it was different. She looked so
confident on stage and she had everyone captivated.
really good," Epherson said touching Mel’s shoulder
reassuringly. "Who’d I’ve thought Janice could sing
with the best of ‘em?"
Mel felt proud at
that point and smiled. ‘Yeah’ Mel thought, silently.
‘That’s MY Janice’. "Well performing does run in
her family," Mel said aloud with a wink.
arrrrrrouse the need in me
My heart says yes
indeed in me
what you’re leeeedin’ me tooo.
It’s such an
But one that I’d
Cause there’s no
nicer witch than youuuuuu."
As Janice finished,
the crowd applauded like thunder and instead of insisting
Janice leave they were urging her on to do another number.
"Maybe later," Janice finally said over the
microphone. "Thanks for perpetuating my indulgence to
sing," she laughed.
Mel and Eph rushed
over to meet Janice but the dean of the university got there
"You have made
a mockery of this university for the last time!" he
hissed in a quiet voice.
so?" Janice said dryly, taking champagne from a serving
tray passing by her, caring little of his comments.
Mel stood back and
watched the exchanged. ‘God how I love to watch her when she
gets cocky’ Mel thought silently. The belle knew the
archeologist position was on the line but she didn’t care.
If she got fired they would simply find a dig site someplace
to do more research. Janice had nothing to lose in this
exchange so she watched with anticipation of what the
strawberry blond would say or do.
"I have very
important people here-" the dean continued. He was cut
short however when those very important folks walked over to
You like Sinatra, no? We love Sinatra," he
He was French and
his English was very good actually, although slightly choppy.
so," Janice nodded. "I had to do Witchcraft. It’s
one of my favorites."
said slightly embarrassed for not being proper. "Forgive
me. I am Mercel Vilette. I am with the Paris Institute. I have
followed your work on the Xena scrolls."
so?" Janice smiled warmly. She knew the dean was fuming
before, and now that one of her peers was complimenting her,
she was sure the dean was near heart failure due to his rage.
"Oh yes! When
we heard of your coming lecture I told my associate Rene here
that we must attend." He motioned to the man standing
next to him.
appreciate your interest Mister Vilette... and that of
Rene’s as well." Janice smiled politely. "Can I
get you a glass of champagne? I’m sure it’s not a
wonderful as what you’re used to," she teased,
"but it’s good to wet your whistle."
The man smiled and
said no. "What I’d really like to hear is another
song." She watched as he turned to his associate and they
began to speak French. The dean looked confused but Janice
carefully spoke up interrupting them.
‘I’ve Got You Under My Skin’", Janice interrupted
French?" he said surprised. Janice could follow their
conversation. Janice simply nodded. "Well, what do you
say? Are you... how do you say... up for it?"
"Am I up for
it?" Janice grinned wickedly at the dean. "Sure
I’m up for it," she told the institute members. But
before she took the stage again she whispered to the dean.
"Gotta keep those museum types happy huh pal?" . She
gave him a strong chuck on the shoulder before moving back to
the stage. The audience started to applaud before she even had
a chance to confer with the band.
Mel moved up until
she was right next to the stage, looking up at her lover
affectionately. ‘Leave it to Janice to make lemonade outta
lemons’ she grinned silently.
Janice smiled down
at Mel before speaking to the crowd.
"This next and
hopefully last number... " she paused with a grin.
"is for our fine friends from the French Institute... It’s also for those who’ve ever been truly in love
... or hope to be someday."
Epherson joined Mel
at the stage and gave her a knowing grin. She always had her
suspicions about the pair but now seeing the two of them
looking so intensely at each other, she knew her thoughts on
the matter were finally confirmed. Neither said a word; they
focused on Janice’s voice.
youuuuu under my skinnnnnn.
youuuuu deep in the heartttttt offff meeeeee
So deep in my
hearttttttt that your realllly a partttttt of meeee.
youuuuu under my skinnnn.
I tried soooooo,
not to give innnnn.
I said to myself
this affffairr, it never willlll gooo sooo welllll.
But whyyy should I
tryyyy to resist when babyyyy I knoooooow soooo welllll...
youuuuu under my skinnnnn.
Mel watched and
felt herself blush again as Janice stopped look around the
audience and focused on her as she finished her number.
anything come what might for the sake offffff havinnnnn’ ya
In spite of a
warrrrrrnin’ voice that comes in the night and repeats,
repeats in my earrrrrr.
knoooooow little foooool ... you neverrrrrr can winnnnn.
Why not uuuuse your
But each time that
I do just the thought of youuuuuu makes me stop... before I
Cause I got
youuuuuuu uuuuuunder my skin.
Yeah you grabbbbed
meeeeee ... uuunder my skinnnnnnnn.
The tinkling of the
piano hit the last note and Janice winked at Mel. It was the
first ‘public display of affection’ she’d ever gotten
from Janice – if people weren’t talking after this
luncheon it would be a miracle... and the more she thought
about it the more Mel loved it... ‘Yeah,’ the southern
beauty thought. ‘We made a stand.’
Amphipolis around 500 bc
Xena walked into
her mothers inn and grinned when she saw the man at the bar
trying to hear Gabrielle over a loud group of men talking
among themselves and laughing. Instead of ‘starting a
ruckus’ as her mother would call it, she ignored their
rudeness and walked over to meet her friend.
"How ya doin’
Joxer?" she said offering her forearm.
He stood to his
full height and took her arm in a firm grasp.
"Good," he nodded. "I was passing through and I
thought I’d stop in and see the latest edition to the
Xena never would
have believed it was the same man. After a few months of
training years ago, Xena gave him the skills he needed to
survive as a warrior. He came to realize the warrior arts
simply weren’t for him. The skills Xena did teach him
however gave him courage and enough confidence to pursue a
real talent he possessed – music. He spent years traveling
in Sappho’s band of minstrels all over Greece.
you stopped in," Xena said as the noise got louder behind
her. She was going to continue but she realized the raunchy
men were now taking notice of Gabrielle – and not in the
most pleasant of ways.
little lady," the entire tavern heard one of them yell.
"Why don’t you stop on up to my room tonight? I got
much better things you can do with that tongue."
new to hecklers and she usually won the room over all by
herself. Xena sat back and watched quietly. Gabrielle shot a
quick glance to Xena and watched the warrior nod. Gabrielle
knew, after years of traveling and at home, the warrior was
letting her take care of things.
sir," Gabrielle said politely with a wicked grin.
"but you’re not my type."
I’ve heard you’ve taken one too many trips to Lesbos. Is
that true sweetie?" he said rising to his feet. Xena
didn’t move... not yet. She let him stagger a little
closer. When he wasn’t stopping, the former warrior made her
move behind him.
you’ve had a little too much port tonight fella," she
said trying to keep the peace. "Why don’t you find
someplace to sleep it off umm?"
you," he said as he swayed. "You’re the big hero
she talks ‘bout aren’t ya?"
Xena didn’t know
where this was going so she decided it was best just to press
her point. "Like I said-
finish. He pushed her back over a patrons lap. Her trick knee
made her lose her balance and she fell onto the floor.
the man taunted. "Some warrior," he added smugly.
"Now like I said sweetie," he said turning his
attentions to Gabrielle again. "What you need is MAN.
The fist seemed to
come out of nowhere and level him hard. His two buddies jumped
up and the room fell quiet when they heard a blade released
from its scabbard.
The two men looked
at each other and put their hands up in surrender. They
cautiously made their way over to their friend, collecting his
barely conscious body. "Wise choice," they heard
over their shoulder as they scuffled out the door and into the
Joxer made sure
they were completely gone before turning around to Xena. He
offered his hand and pulled her to her feet – the retire
warrior tried hard not to wince as the pain shot through her
kneecap. She casually dusted herself off upon standing.
"Thanks Joxer," she whispered.
Showing just the
smallest of grins, he simply nodded. By now Gabrielle was at
alright?" she asked in a soft tone.
Xena nodded, but
Gabrielle could tell... the warrior was hurting.
"Nothing a little bit of port won’t cure," Xena
said with a grin.
As they made their
way to the bar, Xena wasn’t sure what hurt worse - the pain
in her leg or the fact Joxer had to save them. Upon closer
inspection, Xena realized it was neither – the worst pain was
that she was unable to protect the bard from some simple loud
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Janice dipped Mel
over her knee once they were through the front door of their
home. Then they proceeded to dance their way into the kitchen.
It always amazed Mel how strong her lover was given her petite
beginning to fall. The time flew by at the luncheon as Janice
and the French Institute representatives talked of the
prospect of Janice coming to Paris. Their government had
discovered some articles that could be of some use to
Covington’s quest. They didn’t want Janice to get worked
up – because they may not be related. That, however,
didn’t stop Janice – or Mel too – from being joyfully
Mel released her
dance partner and took two wine glasses down from the cupboard
as Janice snaked her arms around her lovers mid-section. The
archeologist rested her cheek between Mel’s shoulder blades
for?" Mel teased softly.
know," Janice began. "I just feel ... complete...
like everything fits. A beautiful woman in my arms who loves
me, a few weeks in Paris coming up, perhaps a few more scrolls
... I have everything I ever wanted."
felt Mel stiffen.
Mel said nervously, avoid eye contact even after Janice turned
that Mel... Something’s up so what is it?" Janice
replied as she gently forced Mel to look at her by holding her
really." Mel grinned. "I’m glad ya feel complete.
I’m glad I make ya happy."
know what to do at this point. Mel, who excelled at talking
had simply clamed up. ‘Maybe, it’s just me; just
overreacting like usual,’ Janice considered as she watched
Mel walk into the living room. But when she saw the translator
moving quickly as if to escape; her head hung low – she knew
all was not well. "Nahh," she said aloud to herself
in a whisper. "Something’s wrong."
"You know if
you tell me you might feel better," Janice offered as she
followed the tall beauty.
"I want a
baby," came the whisper.
Janice felt like
she’d been sucker punched. She actually took an unsteady
step back as the words settled in.
she exclaimed - more in surprise than in anger.
She didn’t see
this one coming not at all. They were happy with their life,
traveling the world, ‘playin’ in the dirt’ as Mel like
to call it. ‘What the hell does she need a kid for?’
Janice considered. ‘Who needs more than what we already
have?’. Even as Janice asked the silent question she knew
the answer – Mel.
Mel needed that if
she was ever going to feel complete. She often fawned over
children they met in their travels. Her smiled rivaled the
local kids as she passed out hard candy treats on Halloween...
And don’t even take her to the department store at
Christmas. If Santa is visiting children, you’ll never leave
at a decent hour.
emotion of confusion now led into fear. She was leaving. Mel
was leaving her.
sure?" Janice asked when Mel hadn’t replied to her
reaction of ‘What?!’.
Mel nodded and took
a seat on the sofa but she still wouldn’t face Janice.
rooted, rubbing her palms together and Mel heard the sound.
nervous,’ Mel thought. ‘She always rubs her hands together
when she’s nervous.’
when?" Janice asked, creeping closer. Instead of taking a
seat next to Mel, the archeologist knelt beside her, hoping to
lock eyes. As she suspected Mel had begun to cry.
sure," Mel answered. "For awhile now... Don’t get
me wrong Janice. I love our life together. I love my work...
but that’s just not enough anymore."
Janice listened as
her fingers pulling at her chin in thought. "Do you still
love me?" Janice whispered. She swore her heart stopped
when she asked the question, afraid of the answer to follow.
"Oh my, yes
Janice! That isn’t what I meant at all!" Mel said
comfortingly, stroking Janice’s face tenderly. "I just...
I don’t know... I want to be a mother too. I want to be
able to pass on what I’ve learned. Something good for the
world after I’m gone. Does that make any sense?"
although she didn’t totally understand Mel at this point.
"Yeah I can see what you’re trying to say I guess... I
may have many skills Mel but impregnating you isn’t one of
them... You’d have to-
‘Sleep with a
man’, Janice said silently, unable to voice the thought.
"I don’t know Mel," Janice added after the
"It is an odd
situation I’ll grant ya that Janice... And I’m sure there
are many ... donors, for lack of a better word... out there...
But I’m not sure if I’m comfortable being with a man...
‘Okay. Maybe this isn’t so bad. Maybe Mel will think this
through some more and we can lay this whole issue to rest.’
thinking about adoption."
thought defeated. ‘She has REALLY thought this through. But
Janice began neutrally. "What makes you think any agency
is going to give you - a single mother – a child?"
"It is a bit
unorthodox. I will say-
Janice said trying to keep her temper under wrap. "You
are an unwed woman, in the bible belt. No agency is going to
give you a child."
know that Janice," Mel protested gently.
Janice said more forcefully. "Let me spell it out for you
. You are a lesbian. Everyone in town thinks you are a
lesbian. Any agency that you walk into is going to tell you
that you are immoral, unethical and unfit for
That did it.
Mel’s tear faucets opened up and she darted upstairs, taking
them two at a time until Janice heard the bedroom door slam.
And with the slam of the door came the slam of Janice’s head
in the sofa pillow. She managed to unintentionally hurt Mel,
once again, with her brash demeanor.
Amphipolis around 500 bc
Joxer was sleeping
in Lye’s room. The boy didn’t mind sharing his big bed
with ‘Unkie Jocer’ as he called him. He looked forward to
the tall man’s visit this time. Lye remembered the past
spring when Unkie took him to the orchard and placed him atop
his shoulders so he could get the highest apple from the tree.
Lye asked if they could do it again and Unkie said he would
but the trees were bare now for winter. But since there was
fresh snow on the ground, he offered to help make a
‘guardian’ in front of the cabin at first light ... if it
was okay with his moms of course.
Lye looked up
hopeful to Gabrielle.
is out of the question but after breakfast would be
fine," she added with a smile. The two ‘boys’ gave
each other a thumps up sign and both got a ruffling of the
hair from Gabrielle before sending them off to bed.
awfully quiet this evening?" Gabrielle observed as she
brought Xena a cup of tea
Now, as the
household slept, it was just Xena and Gabrielle alone. The
warrior was surprisingly quiet all evening – almost as quiet
as when the pair first met and began traveling together.
‘Well maybe not THAT quiet’, Gabrielle added in a humorous
thinking," Xena answered as she stared into the fire.
tonight?" Gabrielle offered. She stepped softly around
her aloof wife. She’d fallen out of practice of getting the
warrior to open up.
Xena sighed. Gabrielle examined Xena a few moments. She
couldn’t take it any longer.
"What is it?
Tell me please," she said softly, now starring into the
fire as well.
answered immediately. "I let you down."
Gabrielle’s face shot over to Xena and she immediately
lowered her voice from the initial shock. "I mean... how
did you let me down?"
protect you from some loud mouth drunk... He’s right you
know... Some warrior I am huh?"
immediately shook her head. "No Xena. He took you by
surprise and he had a better position. That’s all."
He knocked me to the floor and I was helpless to protect
It was Gabrielle
turn to sigh.
not going to argue with you all night but I will tell you that
I feel quite well protected with you around. You know I’ve
never felt safer anywhere else... You have protected me in
the past. You will continue to protect me -–and the kids –
in the future. I have faith in you Xena. You’re the only
thing I’ve ever truly believed in. We traveled from one side
of this world to the other searching for a sense of peace and
understand. Funny thing is ... it was a wasted trip in a way
because all I ever needed ... all I need now ... are your
arms around me and your love."
Xena considered her
words and Gabrielle felt like she was making a little head way
with the warrior.
Gabrielle began with a mischievous smirk, "... how many
warriors can still fit into their leathers as well as they did
ten years ago huh?" Gabrielle wiggled her eyebrows
suggestively. She felt rewarded when she saw the warrior give
a sincere grin. Xena begin to relax. It was a good sign.
you," Xena replied as she took Gabrielle’s hand in hers
and kissed the knuckles.
Telling it like it is?" Gabrielle smiled.
Xena said smiling broad as well. "And for sharing this
journey with me."
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Janice opened the
door of their bedroom. She was surprised to find it unlocked.
As she tiptoed in she saw Mel’s head buried in a pillow.
honey," Janice began softly. "Don’t be mad. I
didn’t try to upset you... I just... I opened my big mouth
and put my foot in it like usual. I didn’t want to hurt you
sweetheart. You gotta believe me Mel."
Mel sniffled and
wiped her tears from her cheeks. "I know," Mel
Janice breathed a
soft sigh of relieve. ‘Went easier than I thought,’ she
decided as she took a seat on the foot of the bed.
right," Mel replied. "I know that’s exactly what
they will say to me. I guess I just hoped that ya’d like the
idea and ya’d think I’d make a great mother." Mel
began to whimper again. And Janice collected the large,
shaking woman in her strong arms.
doubt the faith I have in you," Janice said softly.
"That’s not at all what I meant... I just didn’t
want you to walk in and get your hopes up... I wanted you to
be prepared for what may follow... That’s all
sweetheart... As for being a mother well, I think you’d make a great
one." Neither woman said a word until Janice quietly
added, "It’s me that I’m really worried about."
Mel pulled back and
faced Janice who began to play with a string on the bedspread.
"What do ya mean Janice?"
"What do I
mean?" Janice said, rising up and beginning to pace.
"Look at me Mel I’m goin’ on 40 years old. I travel
the world for my work. I can’t put a kid through that kind
of life... Sure, it worked out alright for me but I missed
things Mel. I never built any real friendships because we were
always on the move."
didn’t just sit in a class room ‘hearin’ ‘bout history
Janice... Ya lived it. Ya saw the coliseum instead of just
readin’ about it."
true and I guess for every ‘con’ I have you’ll throw a
‘pro’ right back at me won’t you?" Janice smiled.
Mel simple nodded with a sly grin. "Can’t you let me
brood even for a little while?" the digger chuckled.
"Nahh... " Mel teased. "I like to see that devilish grin, my
Janice chuckled but
the smile began to slip further from her face. Mel’s
expression began to mimic her lovers. She was going to ask why
Janice was becoming melancholy again but she didn’t get the
"What if I
become my mother?" Janice said softly. Mel could hear the
pain from deep inside Janice’s words. "What if I
realize I can’t cut it and I decide to split too?"
Janice met Mel eye to eye.
Mel walked up to
Janice and snaked her fingers through her blonde hair.
"One word," the translator whispered. "...
She gave Janice a
soul searing kiss before pulling away slowly, still savoring
serious," Janice said, trying to calm the disruptive
energy Mel was sending through her body.
I," Mel answered. "The first moment I saw ya Janice
Covington ... I knew... ya were my destiny... And I know
for a fact I’m yours... And with that... well... we can
take on anything darlin’... ANYTHING... even
motherhood," she added with a grin in place.
Janice pulled Mel
tightly against her, feeling the warmth from the translators
bosom, smelling her flowery perfume. "I don’t want to
disappoint you Mel. I never want to let you down."
Mel ran her fingers
over Janice’s hair. "You will disappoint me. You will
let me down."
Janice started to
pull away but Mel kept her firmly in place. "The reason...
," Mel answered. "is because when ya love someone
ya open yer heart... and ya will get hurt from time to time...
but if that love is true, then it will always prevail over
all else. That’s what I feel Janice. You’re only human
darlin’. We’ll BOTH make mistakes... but we’ll both
love each other in this life and in the next... and that’s
all that matters in the end."
"Have I told you how much I love you recently?" she
Mel replied. "This morning in fact. When ya looked at me
while I was searching for my shoes ... it told me everything
in yer heart."
shoes," Janice drawled slyly starting to look down.
Mel hooked Janice
under the chin and brought her eye to eye. "Trust me
Janice," she winked. "There still on... now it’s
time to hold up yer end of the deal."
Mel arched her
eyebrow and tugged Janice toward the bed.
Janice knew, by the
look of that eyebrow, it was going to be another wonderful,
Amphipolis around 500 bc
Joxer’s week long visit and both bard and warrior invited
him back again. He promised to return in the summer so he and
Lye could visit the orchard again to collect apples for his
Once more Xena
found herself sitting at the bar waiting for her bard to
finish her set so she could walk her home. Lye played behind
the bar quietly ‘cooking’ with one of Granny’s pots and
some wooden spoons. As the bard reached the climax of her tale
the door burst open. Three men entered – the three men from
the week before – and Xena could feel a lump rise to her
he?" one demanded, his drunken slur nowhere to be found
her tale and answered quickly. "He isn’t here,"
she said matter of factly. "You shouldn’t be here
Xena didn’t wait
this time. She casually walked up to the men before they could
take another step toward the stage.
so?" he taunted.
so," Xena said before Gabrielle could reply. "Leave
now and don’t come back... I’m giving you the chance to
live," Xena replied evenly.
The men began to
laugh merrily. No one in the establishment uttered a sound. No
one except Lye who peeked out from behind the bar. Pot in
he asked innocently, looking at the warrior.
The thug looked at
the child and then at Xena. Gabrielle knew what the man was
thinking even before the crossbow left his shoulder.
He was fast and
Gabrielle dived to Lye. But she fell short of the boy, mere
inches away. The arrow slipped through Xena’s grip and
everyone watched as the speeding projectile raced toward the
Call it instinct.
Call it ‘genetics’. In any case, Lye raised the pot
deflecting the arrow. Gabrielle scrambled on her stomach and
shielded her son before the highwayman could send a second
round. It was a fruitless effort though.
Seeing that her son
was safe Xena grabbed the man by the ruff of his throat and
sent him into a table of dinning members, who promptly
scattered. The two remaining men unsheathed their swords.
Before they could raise a strike, Xena kicked one in the groin
forcing him to double over. The other she grabbed by the ears,
snapping his neck with easy. As his body collapsed lifeless to
the ground, the first foe rose from the broken table behind
him with a wooden leg in hand.
Xena took the
lifeless mans sword. She twirled it with expert grace and
without looking behind her, she buried it deep in his chest.
Once she felt it embedded, she turned and kicked the man from
the blade. People were looking through their hands – some
sighed, some screamed, some stayed as silent as the dead men
at the warrior's feet. Xena turned back to the last man
"You have an
option. Leave here and never return or join your friends in
Tartarus. What’s it going to be pal? You think you can take
on the washed up warrior?" she taunted. "Come on,
gimme a reason," she continued as the man stayed mute. He
looked frozen and Xena found herself throwing down the blade.
"Get outta here," she threatened, turning around to
walk back to her family.
The man let out a
growl and charged. Xena shook her head. He had a choice. So be
He swung his dagger
over his head aiming for the warrior's heart. Xena stopped it
with ease and snapped the man wrist. She swung the helpless
soul around and buried his own blade in his own heart with his
Three dead men lay
in the middle of her mothers tavern – travelers and
villagers looked on, some in disgust; some in awe of the power
Xena still possessed. Xena herself was a mix of emotions – a
feeling of triumph; a feeling of dread. The only eyes however
that mattered now were those of her family.
"Are the bad
guys all gone now Mama?"
Xena heard Lye ask
Gabrielle the question spoken in a child’s innocence. She
never wanted Lye to see that part of her nature – her
‘dark side’ as she still called it. She wanted to protect
him from it for as long as possible but as she walked over to
them she knew that time had past. And she wondered, for the
briefest of moments, why she thought someone like her could
ever make a decent mother.
Xena heard Gabrielle answer their son. "They’re all
gone now. You’re safe. Mama kept us safe. You okay?"
she asked examining the boy.
Lye nodded and
hugged Gabrielle tight around the neck. The bard looked up and
gave a grim smile to her warrior. Xena knew Gabrielle felt the
same sensations – pride for a job well done, and despair...
for a job well done.
in Part II