Subtext Reports
Those crazy posts about the episodes originally posted to the nutforum and saved here for posterity in their error riddled entirety (since they were written 'on the fly'). 
Homecoming Series
A series of five (not so short) stories about Xena and Gabrielle building their life together as a couple. 
Magic Series
Janice Covington and Melinda Pappas find love as they uncover more writings of Gabrielle about her warrior princess. 
Conversations by Campfire Series
Set during Season Four, parts of the episodes are worked into chats between Xena and Gab, particularly the subject of Najara and the bard. 
Changes of Heart Series
My take on what happened after Gabby got Chakram'ed upside the head by Xena in the Season Five ender. 
Bonding of Souls Series
This series picks up where 'Changes of Heart' ends with Xena and Gabby back together. Each 'episode' is an expansion of the episodes of Season Six.
Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace
How DID Ares get stuck in that tomb from the Xena Scrolls? This story answers that question. 
The Play
Xena and Gabrielle have to play the leads in a performance for a ruthless king to save Salmoneus' neck. Unexpected consequences and confessions are the result. 
The Queen, the Regent, the Warrior
Xena leaves Gabrielle in the care of the amazons, only to have Ephiny and Gabby fall in love. Xena does return and chaos and secret confessions follow.
The Contest
Ares and Aphrodite battle over Xena's spirit. 
Loss of Virginity
Romantic musings from one of our gals. 
Moment of Truth
Gabrielle does anything it takes to keep Xena out of a battle that's foretold to take the warrior princess' life. 
Thank the Gods For Henbane
At an Amazon festival Gabrielle has one too many henbane brownies, which results in a funny and sexy night for Xena. 
As It Should Be
The Queen gets taken by the Warrior Princess at the Amazon Village.
Family Ties
Xena takes Gabrielle back to home to spend a little time with the 'in-laws'. 
Dueling Cousins
Xena's look-alike cousin, Sappho, has always been competitive but now the Tenth Muse wants the ultimate prize - Gabrielle. 
The End
Alternate 'demise' of Xena and Gabrielle based on the Season Four crucifixion. 
Truth or Dare
Sexy romp between Callisto and Gabrielle set during 'A Necessary Evil' 
November 29th, 1942
A little romance fic between Janice and Mel. 
Inside Outside
Set after the events of 'A Family Affair', it's a scene told through the eyes of four people - Gabrielle's Father, Mother, Gabrielle herself and Xena.
Something To Talk About
Xena and Gabrielle's friends are all surprised that the pair aren't lovers so they consider why not.
Henbane, Horsenappings and Other Obstacles
A 'murphy's law' comedy where everything that can go wrong for Xena and Gabby but, of course, they still end up saving the day.
All That Matters
During Gabrielle's birthday party in' Takes One To Know One', Xena reflects on her love for the bard.  
Warlord
What if Gabrielle was actually the one behind all the folks who influenced Xena's journey toward good? 
Have Yourself a Merry Little Solstice
A little Winter Solstice tale that's available in general (not lovers) and alternative (lovers). .
Little Moments: A Day in the Desert
A tale told through the eyes of Janice and then Mel while on a dig.  
Candy or Chaos
'Classic Xena' general Halloween story with Xena and Gabby return for the Potiedaia Harvest Festival.
Conquering Heroine
Gabrielle is the Conqueror in this piece. How exactly? Give it a read and find out. 
Watching and Waiting
Set after FIN II, Xena watches from afar as Gabrielle moves on with her life. 
1971
Police Office Carol and Protestor Erin clash but find they're fighting for the same things. A short story based on my novel, 'One Belief Away'. 

Title: November 29, 1942

Author: CN Winters

Fandom: Xena Fanfiction, Xena fanfic, Xena fan fiction, Xena and Gabrielle fanfiction, Xena fiction

Rating

Disclaimers: You already know that Janice and Mel are not mine. This fan fiction however is however. It involves no sex but it does involve two women in love so if thatís a problem then I suggest you find a good general story to read. This is NOT the sequel to ĎMagic of Egyptí. I just couldnít get this little story outta my head so I put it on paper. Muses are funny that way Ė they strike hard and usually without rhyme or reason<G>.

Synopsis: It's Mel's birthday and she's not happy that Janice forgot. 

Feedback: Feel free to send any comments to cnwinters71@yahoo.com but I warn you now that outright bashing will get you nowhere. As always, thanks for reading.

November 29, 1942

Mel was boot stompiní mad! She gave plenty of hints. How can a doctor be so dense is beyond me, Mel grumbled silently to herself. Janice Covington Ė DOCTOR Janice Covington, Mel corrected herself as she clomped to her tent. Demeanor hard as nails. Head as think as redwood.

Quickly, Mel ducked inside the flap, but she soon froze.

A man was dressed in a white tux pouring champagne into a crystal flute glass.

"Ahhh, Miss Pappas. Please, have a seat."

Slowly, Mel walked over, taking in the scene Ė a white silk tablecloth covered a card table; china plates and bowls lined up neatly next to polished silverware.

"What the... ?"

"Dr. Covington has requested that she join you for dinner this evening. Shall I go fetch her now?" he asked in his thick, Mediterranean accent.

Mel didnít answer. Her mind was too busy trying to catch up to her eyes. Suddenly, she realized she needed to respond to his question.

"Yes, of course," she said quietly.

Without delay the man left. Mel was busy smelling the fresh cut roses that were on the middle of the table in a vase (which they found on this latest dig). She didnít hear Janice outside. The archeologist paid the man and added that he was Ďfree to goí.

Mel was playing with a rose petal when she heard a familiar voice ask, "Do you know how difficult it is to find roses in this part of the world?"

Mel smiled long before seeing the face. "No. Tell me," she replied, not turning around yet.

"Not easy, let me tell ya..." Mel, who wore a huge smile, then turned to face Janice. The archeologist added, "but seeing that smile makes it all worth while." 

Janice losed the distance between them. Casually, she picked up a glass and handed it to Mel. Only then did she get one for herself.

"Happy Birthday, Mel," she said in a toast.

The southern belle looked like she was about to cry.

"Hey! Whatís wrong?" Janice asked sympathetically. "If you donít like the damn flowers Iíll get rid of them," Janice teased.

Mel gave a half-hearted grin. "The flowers are beautiful," she insisted. "All this is beautiful... I just feel bad."

"Why?" Janice pondered aloud.

"Because I spent the day cursiní ya Ė thinkiní ya forgot... But ya didnít forget. In fact, itís the nicest thing anyoneís ever done for me."

Janice reached into her trouser pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. Mel blew her nose and wiped her eyes.

"Feel better?" Janice asked with a caring grin.

Mel giggled in embarrassment and nodded. "Iíve been waitiní years for someone Ė some man Ė to give me a night like this. I never expected it would be you."

Janice was unsure of how to compute this admission so she downed her glass of champagne to buy herself some time.

"Youíre a special lady, Mel," the archeologist said as friendly as possible. "You deserve special things now and then."

Mel felt herself blush. Now it was her turn to down her glass. Janice reached for the bottle and refilled both their flutes. It was then that Mel saw the markings on the bottle.

"Oh my Janice! How much did you spend on this evening?"

"The champagne was nothing compared to the... chicken!"

Upon pausing, Janice lifted the silver serving tray cover to reveal Melís favorite Ė country friend chicken. "Iím not sure which was more difficult to get Ė those flowers or this damn bird!" she added in a laugh.

Mel giggled, but soon started to tear up again at Janiceís generosity.

"Oh no!" Janice pushed in a mock threat. "You are NOT gonna start again. I wonít let ya."

With that, Janice turned on the radio to the Armed Services Network playing some favorites from ĎThe Hit Paradeí. Content with the dining music, she turned to Mel. "Now we eat!" she informed the southern belle.

Being ever the gallant hostess, Janice pulled out Melís chair for her. Once Mel was comfortably seated, Janice leaned down to the translator's ear and softly, sultry tone asked, "Breast or thigh?"

Mel promptly choked on her champagne she was sipping.

Janice smiled.

Perhaps sheís being catching all the Ďsubtextí comments Iíve been throwing at her in recent months, Janice considered silently.

"Are you okay?" she asked aloud, patting Mel on the back.

Mel nodded and managed a weak, "Thank you."

"So whatís it going to be?" Janice asked again.

"Do you have any legs?" Mel said gingerly.

"Iíve got two," Janice whispered before pulling away. A cocky grin hung on her face.

The archeologist could feel Melís eyes following her as she walked over to the serving tray. Carefully, she put the two legs on Melís plate and served her a side of black eyed peas Ė another of Melís favorites.

As Janice sat down, she could feel Melís stare still heavy upon her.

"What?" Janice finally asked, meeting the intense eye contact.

"You," Mel said pointedly. "Ya never cease to amaze me, Janice Covington."

"Is that a good thing?" Janice replied with her smug grin in place.

"It is tonight," Mel said coyly, with a twinkle in her eye.

Janice looked perplexed. "You mean it isnít always good?" she asked.

Mel sighed. "Letís just say thereís been times when yaíve scared the life outta me," Mel giggled.

"Like when?" Janice argued playfully.

"Ohhh... Like the time ya decided to see if that rope bridge in Africa was still functional."

"It wasnít," Janice said casually. "But I only had to climb 30 feet up that rock ledge."

"Or the time ya decided to ski... the Alps...  on a piece of sheet metal."

"Come on now! You said it was fun... until we had to find a way to stop," Janice finished in a guilty whisper.

Mel grinned, but she didnít give up. "How about that time in Italy? Ya know, when ya walked up to that Nazi and told him that Ė let me make sure I say this right," Mel stopped trying to put on her best Yankee voice, " ĎSince Iím part of the Ďmaster raceí I know for a fact that Hitler is the illegitimate child of Satan himselfí."

Janice laughed aloud. That was a good one, she remembered.

"Did I lie?!" Janice argued. "Besides... we out ran him," she added in her sly grin. "Admit it, Mel. Your life would be very boring without me around. And deep down inside, you love to break the rules as much as I do."

Mel gave a sheepish grin as her response.

"Thought so," Janice teased triumphantly.

Mel went back to her meal, as did Janice. Of course it was sheer torture for the honey-haired woman as she watched her partner/translator of three years. Mel would lick her fingers now and again. Janice was helpless to watch the digits ducking inside the moist cavern of Melís mouth. So helpless that on two separate occasions she dropped the piece of chicken she was eating.

As they finished, Janice rose and leaned over the table. She offered the southerner her hand.

"Might I have this dance, Miss Pappas," Janice asked playfully.

"Dinner... Drinks...  And now dancing," Mel teased. "If I didnít know any better I might think you were trying to seduce me," Mel blurted; promptly tensing up. She didnít intend to make her growing suspicions vocal, but now it was out there.

Covington for her part was plotting her response. So sheís not as blind as I thought.

"Seduction implies corrupting someone into something they wouldnít want to do," Janice observed. "I know you love to break the rules, Mel, but I would never make you do anything you didnít want to do."

Mel grinned, but Janice could sense a sadness underneath it. She looked...  disappointed?... that she wasnít being seduced. Janice was unsure what it all meant, but she would play it by ear tonight.

Slowly, Mel stood up and their bodies came together. Janice lightly rested her head on Melís bosom as they swayed back and forth. Aside from the light, intoxicating perfume and velvet softness of Melís barely exposed flesh. Janice noticed something else Ė Melís heart rate. It seemed to race out of control.

It had grown too quiet in the tent, so Janice whispered, "This is nice. Itís been years since Iíve danced," the archeologist confessed.

"I know what ya mean," Mel agreed. "Last time I danced was with Jimmy Burgton at a college ball in í39."

Mel giggled at the memory.

"What?" Janice asked.

Mel looked down and met Janiceís eyes. "My feet hurt for a week." She smiled. "Youíre a much better dancer than him."

Janice pondered Melís comments and considered her answer. Oh what the Hell, she decided.

"Did your heart pound as fast for him as itís pounding now?" Janice smiled.

Melís expression fell. Janice silently wished she could take back the words. Mel, without comment, stepped from Janiceís embrace. The two women stood perfectly still, staring at each other.

"Maybe we should call it a night," Mel suggested. The translator knew she couldnít trust herself any longer.

Janice stared at Mel taking in the jittery, southern belle with great interest.

"Iím sorry Mel if I offended you in any way. I was only... ", trying to seduce you...  confessing my love...  "I was only trying to show you a good time for your birthday," Janice finally concluded.

Melís shoulders slumped as Janice turned to leave. She was despondent. Janice went to all this work and she had managed to ruin it with one nervous sentence.

"Janice! Wait!" Mel said walking over to her.

Janice did as Mel requested and waited for Mel to continue.

"Itís not you Janice. Itís me," Mel began. "Sometimes I hear ya say things and I get these... confusiní feelings."

Mel didnít continue Ė she turned her back and walked to the dining/card table. 

Janice KNEW. Her gut instinct, which was never wrong (well, hardly ever wrong), told her just what those feelings were.

"What kind of feelings?" Janice asked softly. She wanted to be a gentle with the belle, but she was still going to force the issue.

"Funny feelings," Mel whispered like a guilty child.

This is gonna be harder than I thought, Janice figured silently.

"Mel?" Janice called softly.

Mel wouldnít turn around or respond so Janice walked over. She turned the raven-haired beauty around to face her. 

"Please look at me," Janice ordered softly. Janice took a deep breath. Now or never, she told herself. "Do you... desire me? I mean not like a friend, but ... like Jimmy ĎWhatshisfaceí?"

Mel blushed and grinned. 

"No, Janice," the belle answered.

Janice tried to keep her expression in tact Ė there was still a chance they could keep their friendship if she revealed nothing in her own heart. After all, she was just making an assumption, right? She thought that Mel wanted her romantically Ė thatís all. Wasnít that a correct and true point? They could go on working happily with each otheróno one the wiser to anything. Melís voice however, brought Janice back from her thoughts.

"I donít desire you like Jimmy. I desire you much more."

After she finished, Mel felt herself tear up. This was it. She prepared herself for Janiceís disgust and slew of insults she thought she would receive. The more she thought, the more wet her eyes became. 

"Iím sorry," Mel said turning away from Janice again.

She missed Janiceís sly grin. But what she did catch was Janiceís voice begin to sing with the radio.

"If they asked me, I could write a book... about the way you walk and whisper and look... I could write a preface on how we met... so the world would never forget... And the secret meaning of the plot... is just to tell them that I love you a lot. And the world discovers as my book ends... how to make... two lovers... of friends."

No one spoke for long seconds. Slowly, Mel turned around and faced Janice.

"Janice, you mean you-."

Mel didnít get to finish. Janice seized her lips with a passionate, yet gentle kiss. She didnít want to seem to harsh, but she wanted Mel to understand the point perfectly clear. The translator got it Ė she basked in the delicate texture as she savored the taste.

When Janice began to pull away, Mel captured the archeologists face on her hands drawing her back into another round of kisses Ė this time they were just as passionate, but more firm and assured.

After a few moments, Janice pulled away unsteadily.

"We canít keep kissing like this and expect to stay upright," Janice chuckled.

"Then letís get horizontal." Mel grinned, stroking a piece of wayward hair behind Janiceís ear.

Janice felt her jaw drop, but quickly regained herself. "No. Not yet," Janice found her voice saying, ignoring her loins. "Not that I wouldnít love to. Nothing would bring me greater pleasure than to... GIVE you pleasure," she added.

She took Mel by the hand and walked to the tents flap. "I think we should take things slow... Weíve waited this long. We can wait a bit longer... Is that alright with you, Mel?"

"Thatís fine, Janice," Mel said sincerely. "Iíll wait as long as it takes."

"Oh, donít worry," Janice said with a hearty chuckle. "It wonít be much longer. I guarantee."

Mel smiled again as Janice stood on her tiptoes. She placed an affectionate, soul binding kiss on Melís cheek.

"Happy Birthday again, Mel," the archeologist said as she began to leave.

"Thank you for making it the best one so far in 30 years," Mel answered sincerely.

Without further words, Janice walked from Melís tent. Mel, touched her cheek where Janice had just kissed it.

Happy Birthday, Mel thought affectionately. Happy birthday indeed!

The End

 

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