story

[David]

Okay, since no one is posting, and presumably not tuning in, I am
going to post another FF story. This is the very first Xena story I ever
wrote.

I wrote this one in Feb 2001, and it was the final season, and the
final episode wasn't until June 2001. So no one (other than the cast, crew
and suits) knew how it would end. So I wrote a story about what I thought an
aftermath of the finale episode might/should have happened.

As it turned out, Xena died, so my story was WAY off base. But I have to
admit, even after al these years, I like my version of the end of their
lives better.

So, here it is--

I Won't Be Long

As the warriors rushed her from two directions, Xena launched herself
into the air, her legs shooting out to the side, her feet catching both men
in the face, propelling them backward through the air to land several feet
away. As she landed catlike on her feet, the singing of her Chakram
told her it had served its purpose and was returning to her. But as she
reached up to catch it, she heard from far away someone's voice. A child was
insistently calling to her.

"Wake up! Wake up! It's time to eat."

As Xena slowly opened her eyes, she was looking into the face of a
small, dark haired child, a girl of perhaps 4 years of age.

"Come on, Grandma! Aunt Gabby says it's time to eat."

"Yeah, come on! Mama says we can't eat until you come to the table."

Xena shifted her gaze to the child standing impatiently next to the
young girl, and saw a very blond five-year old little boy.

"Yes, children, I'm coming." Xena said to them patiently. "Just give
these old bones a little time to get moving."

As the two young children ran off to the thatched house some distance
away, Xena slowly rose from the chair she had been dozing in, enjoying the
April sun.

As she walked towards the house, flickers of pain crossed her face. The
years of battle had caught up to her. Her back was a constant source of
agony. How many times had it taken the brunt of her being thrown to the
ground, or against some tree? Her left knee didn't always want to take
her weight, sometimes giving way, sometimes locking up. Her right
shoulder ached with arthritis -- too many years of swinging her sword,
clanging against other swords, the shock traveling up her arm and settling
in her shoulder.

As Xena approached the house, the door opened for her.

"Come on!" She heard Eve say, much the way Xena used to say that very
thing to Gabrielle. "You spend more and more time in that old chair." Eve
said, smiling at her mother.

"Yeah, I suppose I do. But it's better than doing chores." Xena answered
with a smile of her own.


As they all sat around the long table and began to pass the food around,
Xena watched them; loving them all.

Her eyes rested on Gabrielle, now 45 years old. Her reddish blond hair,
longer now, as it was when they met, had more gray than Xena remembered, and
there seemed to be more wrinkles around her eyes. Gabrielle had gotten
heavier. A few pounds left over from the weight she had gained while
pregnant with her son, Perdicus. And since her legs were also giving her
problems, she wasn't as active in the daily workings of the small farm they
lived on.

Xena's eyes move to Perdicus, as blond as Gabrielle once was. But it was
obvious he was going to be much taller than Gabrielle, taking after his
father. Even at 5 years old he was as tall as boys who were 8 or 9.
Watching Perdicus, Xena's memory traveled back to when he was only 6 months
old. That was when he lost his father, Zaron, Gabrielle's second husband.

Gabrielle had met Zaron in Pylomus, the small town a half-day's walk
from their farm. She was looking for temporary farm hands to help out with
the fall harvest. Zaron was one. He ended up staying through the winter. By
mid summer, he and Gabrielle were lovers. The next spring they had married.
And the following spring, when Gabrielle was 40 years old, their son was
born. Not wanting to hurt Zaron, she could never bring herself to tell him
why she had to name her son Perdicus.

Gabrielle lost Zaron 6 months later. Even though they tried to keep
a low profile, bounty hunters sometimes came looking for Xena. Even after
all these years, a price was still on her head, offered by the various sons
of the warlords she had killed.

Zaron was a farmer, not a warrior, and he lost his life defending Xena.
The bounty hunter lost his head to Xena's Chakram, but not before the fatal
blow. And for the second time, Gabrielle was a widow.


Xena's eyes next moved to Eve, who looked up and said, "Mother, you're
not eating." As Xena put the piece of meat to her lips, her memory took her
back 4 years, to the night Eve came home, pregnant, and ready to give birth
any day.

Xena had lost track of Eve years before. Xena had heard she might have
been in the land of Chi'in spreading the Word of Eli, but she could have
been anywhere. She’d heard reports of her in Egypt, in Italia, many places.
Where she really was, Xena could only guess.

When Eve showed up, it was in the middle of the night, and the middle of
winter. She had to come home to have her child. Eve never would say who the
father was, or how she came to be pregnant. Xena surmised she had been raped
somewhere, sometime. But Gabrielle, being less cynical, thought she had
taken a lover, probably another follower of Eli. And for reasons only known
to Eve, she chose not to include him, beyond giving life to her daughter.
Xena was pleasantly surprised when Eve named her baby daughter Cyrene,
Xena's mother's name, who had died many years ago.

Xena's gaze went lovingly to Cyrene, tall and dark like Eve, and Xena.
As much as she loved Perdicus, Cyrene was her own granddaughter, blood of
her blood.

Cyrene was fussing at Perdicus over who should get the last bit of lamb.
Watching the two children together, Xena knew she was seeing the future.
Perdicus and Cyrene were destined to be together, soul mates.

Xena glanced over to see Gabrielle looking at her. Gabrielle's eyes went
to the two children and then back to Xena. She knew as well as Xena did.
Soul mates.

~`~`~`~`~`~`~`

As the midmorning sun warmed her, Xena was roused from her nap by the
sounds of the two small children running and playing and laughing. As she
watched them, still half asleep, something didn't look right. But what was
it?

As she looked closer, she realized what was wrong -- The little girl was
blond, and the boy had dark hair. That wasn't right! Perdicus was the blond,
and Cyrene was dark. Confusion ran rampant in Xena's mind. 'What's going
on?' She thought.

"No fair, Lila!" The little boy yelled at the girl. But she just laughed
at him and ran on. "You can't catch me, Herodotus!"

Lila? Herodotus? Lila is Gabrielle's sister! And Herodotus was
Gabrielle's father! Then slowly it came to her, again. Of course!
Lila and Herodotus were Perdicus' and Cyrene's twins. How could she forget?

Then another thought came to Xena. How old are they? Four, five, six?
Then that would make me -- what? As Xena struggled with the numbers she came
up with the figure "seventy-five."

'No,' Xena thought. 'That can't be right. Can it?'

As she was trying to make sense of her thoughts, Xena looked up to see
Gabrielle walking toward her, leaning on Cyrene as she came.

"I thought you might like some company." Gabrielle said as they neared.
"That sun just looks so inviting and warm."

"That it is." Xena replied.

"Well, I'll leave you two for now. I have to help Mother with dinner."
Cyrene said as she turned back to the house. In the distance, Xena could see
Perdicus, tall and strong, repairing a stone fence.

As they sat, Xena went back to her troubled thoughts. Suddenly she asked
Gabrielle, "How old am I?"

Gabrielle looked at her for a moment, then smiled, happy that Xena
never stopped surprising her. She leaned back against the tree trunk to do
her own arithmetic.

"Well, let's see. The twins are almost 4, and Cyrene was about 17 when
they were born. I was 40 when Cyrene was born, so I guess that makes me
about 60." Gabrielle replied. "So that makes you about 75," she said.

Xena just grunted, and was silent for a minute. Then she asked the
question people have asked for ages, "Where did the time go?"

Gabrielle didn't bother to answer; knowing Xena didn't expect her to.

~`~`~`~`~`~`

"Gabrielle, I am so sorry for all the times I hurt you. For all the
times I doubted you. For all...."

Gabrielle put her fingers softly on Xena's lips. "Shhhh. There's nothing
to be sorry for, Xena. We lived our lives, that's all we could do. We had
some bad times, sure. But for all the good times we had, it was worth it, a
million times over. Just rest now."

Xena closed her eyes, her breathing was irregular, not coming easily.
As she watched her, Gabrielle's eyes filled with tears.

Xena was dying, there was no doubt. At 76, her body had had enough.
There had been too many fights, too many injuries, just too much damage. If
she had been an ordinary woman, she would have died years ago. But she
was Xena! The Warrior Princess! The Killer of Gods! The Scourge of Warlords
everywhere.

And she was Xena -- friend, mentor, protector, and soul mate. She
was Xena. And now she was dying.

For two days and nights Xena hovered at the edge of the Abyss. And for
two days and nights Gabrielle stayed at her side, talking to Xena about
their lives together, how each had changed the other, had supported the
other, and had loved the other.


"Where will she go?" Lila had asked her. And Gabrielle, not really
knowing, answered her as best she could.

"I'm not really sure, Lila. She is Greek, so maybe to the Elysian
Fields. Your grandma Eve says she will go to Eli's Heaven. But wherever she
goes, she will be happy, and at peace."


"Eve! Cyrene! Please hurry!" Gabrielle was crying, again. "She doesn't
have much time!"

The women gathered around Xena's bed. Behind them, Perdicus, Lila and
Herodotus.

Xena slowly opened her eyes, fighting to focus them, wanting to see her
loved ones just one more time. As their faces became clear to her, she
chided them, "What's with all the tears? Did someone just die?"

"No, no one died." Gabrielle answered. "We just love you so much we
can't hold it all in."

Xena squeezed Gabrielle's hand feebly, loving her. She raised her left
hand, and Eve was there to hold it. One by one, Perdicus, Cyrene and the
twins held her hand, kissed her lips, and whispered parting words of love.

Xena closed her eyes, knowing they would never open again on this earth.

"One more thing," Xena whispered

"Sure, anything." Gabrielle replied, choking back the tears.

"My Chakram, make sure it can never fall into the wrong hands, into evil
hands."

"I promise, Xena. I swear to you it will never be seen again."

Xena smiled, and haltingly said,
"I...love...you...all...my...family...my...life...." Then she was silent.


While Perdicus and the twins finished Xena's funeral pyre, Gabrielle,
Eve and Cyrene prepared Xena's body for her trip to the other side. They
gently and lovingly washed her body and hair. They didn't speak as they
wrapped her in the linen shroud. They didn't have to. Anything they could
say had already been said.

When she was ready, Perdicus lifted Xena's lifeless body and carried it
to the pyre, his tears staining the linen as he did. Slowly and gently he
placed her on top, making sure she was comfortable. As he backed away,
Gabrielle, Eve and Cyrene took up torches and lit the funeral pyre.

Then Gabrielle heard Eve singing the Funeral Dirge she had heard Xena
sing so many times. How much like Xena she sounded! Again the tears ran
down Gabrielle's face. She knew she would cry forever.

As the flames swirled into the night sky, Gabrielle found herself
overcome with an almost unbearable tiredness; she had to sit, if only for a
moment or two. She looked around, then walked over to the old stump of a
tree, many times used as a small table, or a convenient place to sit and
rest.

She closed her heavy eyelids for several minutes, feeling the warmth of
the fire on her face, smelling its smoke, mingled with that of Xena's
remains as she was devoured by the flames, and hearing the fire's pop and
crackle. She slowly opened her eyes and looked skyward, watching the smoke
and sparks as they ascended to the stars.

"Goodbye." Gabrielle said softly. "You have been my friend, my sister,
and my life. I shall miss you so."

Once again her eyes closed, but only for a moment. They opened again as
she took another tired breath. As she searched the heavens, she thought she
saw something: A form? A shape?

"Xena? Is that you? Are you there?" She asked, looking desperately for
some sign of her soul mate.

Then, as the exhaustion settled over her again, she quietly, and gently
said, "Xena, wait for me -- I won't be long."

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Of course, I wrote a sequel to this one. the one where Gabrielle finally
dies. Maybe one day I'll post it as well.


David

[zero....@gmail.com]

I think most people have deserted google groups (and yahoo groups since they f***ed them up) so you're pretty much the only person posting here - and I'm probably the only person reading.

But thanks for the story and thanks for keeping this group going