Personal Disclaimer: I must apologize for the incredibly long dry spell in my updates since May...applying to and deciding which college to attend, as well as completing my senior year of high school was quite...um...hectic. All excuses aside, though, I thank those who have been kind enough to stick with me and I will try my absolute best to post more regularly and finish this thing up soon. :) also, this part is mainly unedited so please excuse the untidiness of my language and any spelling errors you may encounter.
I'll patch it up later and repost (MaryD willing). Feedback is always welcome. Thank you all out there, FreeBard "do the bard thing" ~xena in "the furies"
The Mind of Love by FreeBard lima@fas.harvard.edu
Chapter 4- Part II
This is not good, Xena rolled around in her mind. She snorted a little, Hmm under statement She shifted, moving to her side to watch the shallow breathing of her friend deepen as she relaxed into the warm embrace of an actual sleep. On the other hand, *that* was good. Boy, does she need it. How could I not have noticed? Then again, things haven't been the same since, well, since Chin. Which was my fault, I put in her in a difficult position. And after Britannia, its a damned wonder she even hangs around with me anymore. She missed the closeness and the unending trust that the bard used to place in her. With a rueful sigh, she placed a hand gently on the bards shoulder, and then lifted the fur-lined blanket under the smaller womans chin. Gabrielle, unconscious to the troubles plaguing her in waking life, simply snuggled into the warmth with a guttural "Hmm." Xena grinned in spite of herself, and kept her arm slung over Gabrielles shoulder as the bard relaxed further into sleep under her touch. Xena turned her thoughts to finishing the brutal self analysis and criticism, but found couldn't concentrate on it, her focus falling instead to the bard's gentle and very rhythmic breathing, which eventually did the trick and lured her away to a comfortable doze. Her last thought before drifting off was, I have to tell her.
Chapter 5 Birds chirped, brooks babbled and the world awoke. A golden mare snorted in a patch of grass, seemingly commenting on the equally golden haired woman, still snoozing well after dawn. A cheery fire was already toasting some fish, captured from the aforementioned babbling brook. "Hmm hmph," the woman shifted in her bedroll, enjoying some kind of dream, her face animated suddenly with a little smile. Her companion a whole lot darker, and a whole lot taller sat on a nearby log, working on an intricate piece of armor, humming lightly. She looked up at her friend's shifting and grinned a little, a dazzling white flash of teeth appeared briefly and then was gone, and a shaft of stray sunshine broke through the clouds. "What do you think Argo, do we wake her up?" Xena offered to her horse as she came grazing up, bumping the warrior on the shoulder. Argo snorted. "Oh, come on Argo, shes not that bad she just slept late today. Besides, it has been good to relax for a few hours. You certainly havent been minding all the sweet grasses youve been munching on, right girl?" The horse did an excellent impression of a sheepish grin and then nuzzled the warrior, as the human started chuckling. The sun took the opportunity to glint off of her intensely blue eyes, as little wrinkles from her laughter framed them. The sleeping girl shifted again and Xena crossed to her, after giving the horse a slight pat. "Gabrielle.." she offered softly. The bards intentions of staying asleep seemed a bit more firm than this rousing. She stayed, then, firmly asleep. Xena gripped her by the shoulders. "Gabrielle " her voice dropped in tone and rose in volume. She shook her a little bit, feeling a twinge guilty and even scared to handle the bard roughly. The girl finally began to wake up, "Hi Xena," she mumbled. "Hey, how are you?" she asked, a part of her wishing for a very detailed explanation of everything that had been troubling the bard, another part being polite, and still another part hoping the bard felt as great as she did on this beautiful morning. "Hmm good." The bard replied, still in the hazy state of dozing. "I had a dream. A wonderful dream." The warrior recognized a distinct air of babbling coming on in her friend, which may have annoyed her at one time, but she prepared herself for a story. "Why dont you tell me about it Gabrielle?" The warrior said lazily, an amused smile appearing. "So glad you asked, I was going to tell you anyway," the words were slightly slurred in contentment. Her eyes remained closed as she began the tale, though she seemed to be envisioning the scene before her eyes. "I dreamt that I was walking along in the forest and it was very dark. Well it was awful, and wet. I started crying and just feeling lost. I was holding something, I think it was a water skin, but it was poisoned. Anyway, I was running when I was crying, blinded by tears, or was it rain? and I tripped and fell." This doesnt sound like such a great dream, Xena thought to herself as the bard paused to gather breath. It was a little familiar to her, just throw in a lot of dead warlords and villagers from the past, and she could recognize it as her own. "When I got up, I ran smack-dab into a bear." "A bear?" Xena asked, "What happened next?" "Hmm He gave me a hug, and I held on to his soft fur. He smelt good. Anyway, I feel asleep when he was hugging me. I woke up, and we were near a little stream. He had caught fish for me it was cooking on a little fire he was very sweet for a bear then we danced and then we ate. That was wonderful " "Im not surprised you think eating is wonderful," Xena teased. "No, no the *dancing* was wonderful. He was very agile. Oh, yeah the fish was good too. Anyway, then he started laughing and saying Gabrielle maybe he was trying to get me to understand the joke he was laughing at then then I woke up." The bard began to mumble more and more towards the end of the story, her eyes still unopened. She began to drift back into a deeper sleep.
Xena smiled once more, "That was very lovely dream Gabrielle." "Oh, you say my name just like he did " she sighed. So youre a bear now Xena not bad, youve been called a lot worse. She thought, amused, but determined to finally wake the bard, who had already snuggled down again. "Come on time to get moving," Xena slapped her lightly on the left cheek. "Hmm? What?" Gabrielle sputtered as she awoke, this time fully. "Hey!" she said, smiling a little. She looked up at the sun and grimaced. "Gods," she replied at the brightness and then made another face as she realized the suns position. "Eek! Xena! How could you let me sleep this late?" "Um Its no big deal, besides, it looked like you could use it," she cuffed the fairer womans arm playfully, losing herself in the sunny morning. "A few hours delay isnt going to decided the fate of nations." Gabrielle stilled at her words and cringed slightly when Xena hit her, remembering her meeting the previous night, and her assignment. Her face darkened as she began to retreat into herself once more. Xena watched the change in the face before her. Heavy clouds rolled in front of the sun, casting a shadow over them both. She saw the distance return to her friends green eyes, she assumed Gabrielle was pulling back from the absent-minded playfulness of her sleepy state. It was as if they remembered themselves, and what had happened in the past months. And consciously remembering this smothered the need for their friendship that lie firmly unconscious. Xena, at that moment wouldve done anything to pull the bard back from the dark place she was headed for, but she found she couldnt. What can it say? rolled around her head. Well Ill be damned if Im going to back down from this fight, not when there is so much to lose. "Gabrielle.." she began. "Yeah?" She replied weakly, her face cheery but her eyes hooded. "Um are you okay? I mean, is there anything you what to talk about?" Chicken her mind scolded her. "Im just great, a little sleepy and " Warning bells began to ring despite the bards casual inflection. "Gabrielle-" Xena cut in, "I had a visit from one of our favorite gods yesterday and-" Gabrielle saw the concern and the admission in the clear clue eyes before her and resolved herself to leaving her distrust and more her fear, in the past where it belonged. "Ares wants me to deliver a scroll to his army," Gabrielle supplied, a little darkly. "He was here last night," more of a statement rather than a question. "Yes." And I lied about it.. "You knew," her voice cracked a little as she lowered her tone. Xena saw the self-derision creep into Gabrielle posture, lowering her head and shoulders and the bard swallowed a little. She shook her head slightly, "Gabrielle, I knew because he graced me with his presence earlier, in the village " "When I had gone to get water." "Yeah, so dont you go trying to blame yourself for everything," she paused, thinking of the past months, "any of it." "I will make that promise on one condition," the bard replied, beginning to brighten, but still very serious. "And that is?" "You do the same. We both made mistakes. I forgive you," she paused and half-smiled, "Now you have to forgive yourself." Xena stayed silent for an achingly long moment. "Xena you have to do this, its the only way you can really go on. The only way either of us can." Xena, former Destroyer of Nations, simply nodded after a quiet pause, and surrendered to the most important treaty of her life. "Ill try," she managed to whisper. "Ill hold you to that Xena." "You had better."