Lissia's Xena/Ares Fan Fiction
I can’t believe
who I’m searching for in this tavern.
Could that bumbling buffoon be right?
Could she actually be here? And
why did he come to me? I look around
thoughtfully, taking in the tavern.
Well, this isn’t exactly Aphrodite’s department and it’s not like that
fool knows any other Gods than us two. I
guess I was his only chance. I really
don’t think I’m going to find her here though.
Something is thrown from the front of the tavern and it imbeds itself in
my chest. I guess the fool was
right. I remove the Chakram and look at
the woman who had thrown it. Her back is
to me and she’s drinking an ale. There
is still blood crusted to her forehead from her fight with Hope a few days ago. I sit down next to her and turn to the
bartender. “How many has she had
today?” It can’t be that many. It’s not even close to noon yet. The man shrugs, “Seven or eight.” “Nine and going for number ten,” Xena says,
placing a dinar on the counter. “Oh no
you don’t,” I say, scooping it and her weapons up off the counter, “You’re not
going to drink yourself into oblivion, not with me around.” She turns to me and it’s as if she’s just
noticed that it’s me sitting next to her.
“You Bastard!” She yells, trying to strike me. I laugh as she loses her balance and falls
into my arms. I look down at her as she
tries to stand up straight. She looks
like she’s walking over a fire on a very thin rope. I can’t help but laugh, “I thought you could
hold your liquor better than this.” A
voice in my head says, “Insensitive prick,” and I push it aside. I try to scoop her up, she doesn’t need to be
here, but she pushes me aside. I shake
my head and slap her with the side of my arm.
She falls into my arms, limp. I
look at the bartender, “When was the last time she was sober?” He shrugs, “She came in three days ago and
hasn’t really stopped drinking sense.
She has a room upstairs. Uh,
here’s the key,” he says, shaking with fear.
I laugh at the absurdity of a key and disappear with Xena cradled in my
arms, unconscious.
I lie her down on the bed. With a flick of my wrist, her cuts are heeled and a black, silk gown replaces her armor. Her skin is pale and clammy to the touch. I wave my hand over the bed stand and a basin of cold water with a rag appears on it. I let the rag soak up the icy water then ring it out and dab her face gently with it. After a few minutes her eyes flutter open, they are dull and empty. She looks broken and it hurts to see her like this. She was once so strong and now, there’s nothing of that left in this shell of a woman. “What do you want?” She asks, trying to sit up. I push her back down, not wanting her to get motion sick. “Joxer said you were drinking yourself to oblivion. He wanted me to take care of you, he was too afraid to.” I wave a hand over her, draining the alcohol from her system. She screams out in shock and pain. When I’m done, she puts her hands over her head and holds it tightly. I watch as she sits up, still holding her head. I hand her a cup of water and she throws it in my face. I stare down at her, “You can really be a bit-.” “A what?” She asks, irritation in her voice. I’ve seen her give that look to thousands of soldiers, none of them could stand up to it, oddly enough, I don’t think I can either. “I was only trying to help,” I say defensively. She glares at me and snaps, “Just like you were only trying to help Dahok, right?” I’m not getting into this with her, not here, not now. “Get some sleep, Xena. You look horrible. We’ll talk later.” “To Tarturus we will!” She starts to stand up, but I push her back down, “Go to sleep Xena.” She laughs and tried to sit back up, “Leave me alone.” I smirk at her, “Go to sleep,” I say, knocking her unconscious again. As her body goes limp on the bed, I sigh. I didn’t want to hit her, but she had left me no choice. I lean back in the chair, content in watching her during her forced sleep.
A few hours later there’s a dock on the door that jerks me awake. I look at the bed, good, she’s still asleep. There’s another knock, this one louder. I wave my hand and the door opens, letting the bartender in. “Are you a God?” He asks looking me over. I laugh, mortals can be such morons. “Yes, now what do you want?” He looks around nervously and hands me a tray, “Food and drink for the lady. She has it brought up to her every night.” I set the tray down and drink the ale. After all, she doesn’t need it, not after the way I found her earlier.
Xena wakes up and looks around the room. Her eyes fall on me and there’s a coldness in them that’s never been directed at me before. I shrug and try to help her sit up. She jerks away from me. “Traitor,” she spits at me, reaching for the tray of food and cup that is now full of water. I close my eyes and count backwards, convinced that I’m not going to hit her again. “You know, I wasn’t going to let Dahok enter our world.” She looks at me coldly, “Right, you were just going to let Hope give birth to a demon that would destroy the other Gods.” She really does hate me, I wonder if it’s just because of this or if it’s everything I’ve done to her put together. “No, Xena. I was working from the inside. I gained their trust so I could get close enough to destroy them both once and for all. And with all of their followers gathered together, I would be able to wipe out the cult completely. All I needed was the dagger, but you had to get in the way of that, now didn’t you?” She looks disgusted and I think she’s going to throw the food at me, “Liar!” I stand over her, anger playing in my features, “No matter what problems I have with the other Gods, they are my family, I wouldn’t destroy them. We created this world and without us, it will fall apart. There’s no place for one God, especially one like Dahok, in our world.” She remains silent as she eats her food, not looking at me. I slump into the chair, irritation still building within me. I snicker as she gulps down the water, then stares at the cup in surprise. “You didn’t need any more ale,” I tell her. She shoots me a deadly look and I smile. Her features relax a little, “You can leave now.” Right, nice try Xena. “If I leave, your going to drink yourself into another stupor. I don’t feel like putting up with that again. So, I’m going to stay with you until I’m convinced that you’ve given up drinking.” She tosses the tray from her lap and stands up, stretching. By the Gods she looks amazing. She looks at her gown, then at me. I can see the hatred in her eyes and her lips curl into a snarl. I point to the closet, where her armor rests and she moves to it. I turn my back as she changes. She will kill me if I turn around and she knows that I know that.
I’m watching Xena as she sits on the bed. I’m sitting across from her on the chair. There’s a deadly silence in the air and it’s making me incredibly antsy. “What’s on your mind, Xena?” She looks over at me, momentarily surprised to see me. Her shoulders sag heavily, “Gabrielle. It’s my fault. I realize that now.” She has to blame herself for everything. “You’ve been thinking that ever sense she fell into that pit. That’s why you took to drinking.” She nods sadly, “I guess so. It’s just, well, if I had listened to you, Hope never would have been born. If I hadn’t been so focused on destroying Caesar, maybe I could have stopped Dahok from getting Gabrielle pregnant. Maybe she would still have her blood innocence.” A tear goes down her cheek and her body starts to shake. I sit on the bed and take her hand in mine. She doesn’t remove it, she doesn’t react at all. “Xena, you can’t blame yourself. Things would have been different, but they might have been a lot worse too.” She doesn’t look comforted so I wrap an arm around her gently. She doesn’t react to my touch. I turn her chin so that she’s looking at me. “Xena, you’ll find a way to make things right, I know you will.” She jerks away from me now, “She’s dead, Ares! Dead!” She yells at me. I look at her squarely, “Who says she has to stay that way?” Her features change, they brighten and her eyes fill with hope which turns to determination. Incredibly happy, she throws her arms around me and I feel her lips being pressed into mine. “Thanks,” she says, pulling away and running out the door, letting it swing behind her. I watch her go. Whatever she does now, well, it’s out of my hands. I hope she finds Gabrielle. Oh, I didn’t just say that. I must be going soft, I need a nice good war. I’ve heard that Thessaly has been having problems, yeah, that’s it, should be a nice blood bath.
-End
I lie her down on the bed. With a flick of my wrist, her cuts are heeled and a black, silk gown replaces her armor. Her skin is pale and clammy to the touch. I wave my hand over the bed stand and a basin of cold water with a rag appears on it. I let the rag soak up the icy water then ring it out and dab her face gently with it. After a few minutes her eyes flutter open, they are dull and empty. She looks broken and it hurts to see her like this. She was once so strong and now, there’s nothing of that left in this shell of a woman. “What do you want?” She asks, trying to sit up. I push her back down, not wanting her to get motion sick. “Joxer said you were drinking yourself to oblivion. He wanted me to take care of you, he was too afraid to.” I wave a hand over her, draining the alcohol from her system. She screams out in shock and pain. When I’m done, she puts her hands over her head and holds it tightly. I watch as she sits up, still holding her head. I hand her a cup of water and she throws it in my face. I stare down at her, “You can really be a bit-.” “A what?” She asks, irritation in her voice. I’ve seen her give that look to thousands of soldiers, none of them could stand up to it, oddly enough, I don’t think I can either. “I was only trying to help,” I say defensively. She glares at me and snaps, “Just like you were only trying to help Dahok, right?” I’m not getting into this with her, not here, not now. “Get some sleep, Xena. You look horrible. We’ll talk later.” “To Tarturus we will!” She starts to stand up, but I push her back down, “Go to sleep Xena.” She laughs and tried to sit back up, “Leave me alone.” I smirk at her, “Go to sleep,” I say, knocking her unconscious again. As her body goes limp on the bed, I sigh. I didn’t want to hit her, but she had left me no choice. I lean back in the chair, content in watching her during her forced sleep.
A few hours later there’s a dock on the door that jerks me awake. I look at the bed, good, she’s still asleep. There’s another knock, this one louder. I wave my hand and the door opens, letting the bartender in. “Are you a God?” He asks looking me over. I laugh, mortals can be such morons. “Yes, now what do you want?” He looks around nervously and hands me a tray, “Food and drink for the lady. She has it brought up to her every night.” I set the tray down and drink the ale. After all, she doesn’t need it, not after the way I found her earlier.
Xena wakes up and looks around the room. Her eyes fall on me and there’s a coldness in them that’s never been directed at me before. I shrug and try to help her sit up. She jerks away from me. “Traitor,” she spits at me, reaching for the tray of food and cup that is now full of water. I close my eyes and count backwards, convinced that I’m not going to hit her again. “You know, I wasn’t going to let Dahok enter our world.” She looks at me coldly, “Right, you were just going to let Hope give birth to a demon that would destroy the other Gods.” She really does hate me, I wonder if it’s just because of this or if it’s everything I’ve done to her put together. “No, Xena. I was working from the inside. I gained their trust so I could get close enough to destroy them both once and for all. And with all of their followers gathered together, I would be able to wipe out the cult completely. All I needed was the dagger, but you had to get in the way of that, now didn’t you?” She looks disgusted and I think she’s going to throw the food at me, “Liar!” I stand over her, anger playing in my features, “No matter what problems I have with the other Gods, they are my family, I wouldn’t destroy them. We created this world and without us, it will fall apart. There’s no place for one God, especially one like Dahok, in our world.” She remains silent as she eats her food, not looking at me. I slump into the chair, irritation still building within me. I snicker as she gulps down the water, then stares at the cup in surprise. “You didn’t need any more ale,” I tell her. She shoots me a deadly look and I smile. Her features relax a little, “You can leave now.” Right, nice try Xena. “If I leave, your going to drink yourself into another stupor. I don’t feel like putting up with that again. So, I’m going to stay with you until I’m convinced that you’ve given up drinking.” She tosses the tray from her lap and stands up, stretching. By the Gods she looks amazing. She looks at her gown, then at me. I can see the hatred in her eyes and her lips curl into a snarl. I point to the closet, where her armor rests and she moves to it. I turn my back as she changes. She will kill me if I turn around and she knows that I know that.
I’m watching Xena as she sits on the bed. I’m sitting across from her on the chair. There’s a deadly silence in the air and it’s making me incredibly antsy. “What’s on your mind, Xena?” She looks over at me, momentarily surprised to see me. Her shoulders sag heavily, “Gabrielle. It’s my fault. I realize that now.” She has to blame herself for everything. “You’ve been thinking that ever sense she fell into that pit. That’s why you took to drinking.” She nods sadly, “I guess so. It’s just, well, if I had listened to you, Hope never would have been born. If I hadn’t been so focused on destroying Caesar, maybe I could have stopped Dahok from getting Gabrielle pregnant. Maybe she would still have her blood innocence.” A tear goes down her cheek and her body starts to shake. I sit on the bed and take her hand in mine. She doesn’t remove it, she doesn’t react at all. “Xena, you can’t blame yourself. Things would have been different, but they might have been a lot worse too.” She doesn’t look comforted so I wrap an arm around her gently. She doesn’t react to my touch. I turn her chin so that she’s looking at me. “Xena, you’ll find a way to make things right, I know you will.” She jerks away from me now, “She’s dead, Ares! Dead!” She yells at me. I look at her squarely, “Who says she has to stay that way?” Her features change, they brighten and her eyes fill with hope which turns to determination. Incredibly happy, she throws her arms around me and I feel her lips being pressed into mine. “Thanks,” she says, pulling away and running out the door, letting it swing behind her. I watch her go. Whatever she does now, well, it’s out of my hands. I hope she finds Gabrielle. Oh, I didn’t just say that. I must be going soft, I need a nice good war. I’ve heard that Thessaly has been having problems, yeah, that’s it, should be a nice blood bath.
-End