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EXT. MEADOW - MID MORNING
Twickenham looks at the two women staring back at him.
Surely youíve received
the invitation, Gabrielle?
He looks back and forth between them.
Academyís most famous graduates
will be there to show support for the new
Chancellor. I know you were invited.
I sent the invitation out
probably couldnít find us.
The Academy, itís... worse, much worse,
than it was when we entered, Gabrielle.
Itís nothing but a den of rich thieves who
accept bribes in plain sight for admittance.
Talent isnít counted. Wealth is. Itís... horrible.
Even the library, home to scrolls from the
best bards around the world is only
open to those with enough money.
Twickenham looks at ĎXenaí.
I didnít realize you were such
an admirer of the Fine Arts, Xena.
Oh yeah, she admires Ďem all right.
Twickenham returns his attention to ĎGabrielleí.
And Iím sure youíve heard about what
happened to the last Chancellor.
Xena mightily resists making the comment she wants to make, and settles for a simple nod instead.
He was a bastard, if youíll pardon
my language. But he was only
part of the problem.
What was the rest?
Well, as Iíve said, itís become nothing
but a den of thieves. When the reigning
Chancellor made his trip to Lesbos,
the vipers were left to fight among
themselves. They never expected
him to come back, you see.
The students arenít all bad though. Not by
a long shot. Somehow, even in the midst
of their greed, they managed to admit
some very talented, upstanding young
men and women. While the vultures were
arguing among themselves, the students
formed a committee, asked for help from
the distinguished alumni, and held a
secret ballot to elect their own Chancellor.
And the vultures didnít appreciate that.
Th-th-they tried to k-k-kill him!
Twickenham looks over at ĎXenaí as if sheís gone a bit slow.
The Chancellor, of course.
Gabrielle takes in a deep, calming breath.
And the Chancellor is....
The same look. Squared.
The head of the Academy?
Xena laughs softly.
Uh, Twickey? I think
she wants his name.
He smiles broadly.
Homer, yes. I didnít realize you knew
him as well, Xena. But then, I guess
I shouldnít be surprised. Iím sure
Gabrielle told you how close they were.
Xena looks at Gabrielle.
Why yes, Gabrielle. Donít you
remember the two of you were
going to be married?
XENA AND GABRIELLE
Twickenham looks at them both, shocked.
It was all over the dorms.
You thought wrong. She did
come back to me, after all.
Twickenham scratches his chin in thought.
I guess thatís right... I suppose. Regardless,
I know heís looking forward to seeing you again,
Gabrielle. And we really do need your help.
When their assassination attempt failed, the
Regents elected their own Chancellor.
Merikus. A more corrupt man youíve never
met. They insist he is the rightful Chancellor
and will be inducted into the position the day
after tomorrow. Unless we can stop them.
And how are you planning to do that?
That was the reason for the invitations,
Gabrielle. The induction ceremony is a
very public affair. Half of Athens will be
there. We need to show strong public
support for our choice for Chancellor.
Weíre all planning to stand with him,
perhaps tell some of our longer epic
stories to hold the stage, and give the
public a taste of what the Academy
once was and could be again.
Please, will you stand with us?
Xena and Gabrielle look at one another for a long moment, communicating more in silence than most do with speech.
We could also use your help, Xena.
I donít think theyíve given up trying to
take Homerís life. You are the perfect
person to help prevent that from happening.
Another bit of silent communication before Xena turns to their guest.
Thank you! Thank you! Please, gather
up your belongings. Weíll place them on
my carriage and we can be off to Athens.
Another look is exchanged.
Thanks for the offer, but weíll
catch up with you in Athens.
WeÖhave things we need to take
care of first. We werenít expecting
to make this trip at all, remember?
Youíre sure I canít talk you
into coming with me?
No, but thank you for your offer.
We wonít be far behind you.
Will you at least take up my
offer of lodging at my villa? Please?
Weíll do that. Thanks.
Well... goodbye then.
See you in Athens.
See you there.
Twickenham turns, enters his carriage, and is soon gone from their sight.
Alone once again, Xena turns to Gabrielle, a smirk on her face.
Gabrielle shoots her a sideways look.
Please. He was just a friend.
Using my definition of the
word friend, are ya?
Hey, donít look at me! You
were the one getting married.
Iím already married,
thank you very much.
Xenaís eyes soften as she smiles.
Gabrielleís eyes widen. She slowly lowers herself to a log at her feet. Her face is slightly pale.
Xena looks down at herself to see if perhaps sheís popped out of her top or something equally strange to engender such a reaction from her partner.
Is that really how I look when
I look at you that way?
Understanding dawns, and Xena can do nothing but grin.
No wonder theyíve been
talking about us for years!
Chuckling softly, Xena crosses the distance between them and stoops in front of Gabrielle, taking her hands.
Let Ďem talk.
Leaning in, she gently brushes Gabrielleís lips with her own, then settles in for a longer kiss. After a moment, they pull away, both women distinctly flushed.
Wow! That was....
That it was. I think I liked it.
Letís just say that your body has
some... interesting responses
and leave it at that, shall we?
So, I guess we should
try to switch back now.
I suppose youíre right.
Gabrielle slides off the log and to the ground, still holding Xenaís hands. She smiles and looks around, taking in a deep, bracing breath of fresh air.
I want to remember this. The time I was
in the body of the best warrior in the world.
Should make for a great story sometime, huh?
Xena can only smile.
Ok, Iím ready.
Both women close their eyes and begin the process of meditation.
EXT. MEADOW - EARLY AFTERNOON
Sighing, Xena leans back, looks up at the sky, then up into similarly colored eyes.
Itís obvious this isnít going to fix
things, Gabrielle. I think that if weíre
gonna head for Athens, itís probably
best that we get ready to move.
Maybe we should give it
a little longer to work?
Weíve given it half a day, Gabrielle.
Itís obvious Iím missing something,
and I donít think weíre gonna
find it just sitting here.
Gabrielle comes to her feet more fluidly now that sheís become accustomed to the body sheís currently inhabiting.
(flexing a knee)
Do your joints always hurt this much?
Reaching down, Gabrielle gives Xena a hand up, then abruptly lets go at her partnerís wince.
What is it? Whatís wrong?
Xena holds up a rather mangled looking hand.
You donít know my own strength.
Is it broken?
Xena shakes the hand in question, then squeezes it into a fist a few times.
Nah. Just donít blame this one on
me when you start wearing it again.
Speaking of which... I personally donít
think Iíll have a hard time catching an
assassin, especially with these new...
enhancements... but Xena, youíre
not exactly known as a bard.
Iíll have you know that Iím
a perfectly adequate storyteller.
Adequate for putting your
audience to sleep maybe.
Xena gives her a look.
Iím serious! ďWe came, we saw,
we kicked their assesĒ is hardly
the height of bardic talent, Xena.
Hey! It has a beginning and an ending!
Just no middle. Ok, if you can teach me
the sounds behind the sounds, I can
teach you how to make those sounds
sound more interesting. Sound good?
Xena clasps her hands together in a deliberately overdramatic pleading posture.
Take me with you. Teach me
everything you know.
Oooh, thatís very good! No wonder
you couldnít resist my charm!
youíd still be sitting in Poteidia.
Nothing. Letís just get going.
The daylightís wasting.
Gabrielle follows Xena to Argo.
Nothing my eye. She
forgets about my hearing.
END OF ACT TWO