Disclaimer Hercules
and Iolaus belong to MCA/Universal and Renaisance Pictures. They
were used without permission. No copyright infringement intended. No money
was made
VALLEY OF THE SHADOWS
By Tyndara
Chapter Three
Iolaus lifted his head. He could hear the sound of people yelling. The door
was suddenly jerked open, blinding him. As his eyes adjusted, someone came
to stand beside him, unlocking the shackles.
"Deron has summoned you," said the guard, helping him to his feet.
"And Hercules?"
"He lives, but he is very ill. She is with him."
Iolaus saw that Vali was surrounded by guards, and obviously very unhappy.
Keth mounted her horse and held out a hand to Iolaus. He took it and swung
up behind her. They raced ahead of the others.
Iolaus was off the horse and running almost before he came to a stop. He
ran to Hercules' room, hurrying to his side, dropping to his knees beside
the bed. He gripped Hercules' right hand tight as he saw with dismay that
his left hand and forearm were badly swollen, with red streaks radiating
from the bite. He was feverish and delirious.
"Herc? Herc, can you hear me? I'm here, Herc." But Hercules gave
no sign that he was aware of Iolaus' presence.
Iolaus didn't take his eyes off Hercules, even when Deron gently bathed
his bruised and skinned wrists and bound them with soft bandages.
"What did this to him?" he finally asked.
"A death's head spider bit him," Deron said. She looked at Hercules.
"It was meant for me, I'm sure. I'm also sure that it was Vali's doing."
"She tried to assassinate you, then. Are you going to do anything about
it?"
"How do I prove it? The only one who could answer my questions is dead,
by her own hand. Vali will claim the woman was acting on her own."
"Vali." Iolaus' voice held a wealth of hatred. And a plan began
to form in his mind.
Vali was finally allowed to leave, after being persuaded to let Iolaus remain
until Hercules was out of danger.
*****************************************************************************
Iolaus grabbed Tera and jerked her backwards as Hercules went into another
seizure, thrashing uncontrollably. He then pulled his friend against him,
sliding in behind him and holding him until the seizure passed. Iolaus talked
to him, reminding Hercules of their past adventures, and how they had always
survived. He helped Tera get her teas down him and kept bathing his face
and chest in cool water to keep his fever down.
Iolaus held Hercules against him, stroking his hair and face. Entwining
his fingers with those of Hercules' right hand, he looked at his lover's
face and began to speak. "Herc, remember what you did for me, when
Hera's fire enforcer killed me?" He didn't notice how his words affected
his listeners: Tera started and went very still, while Deron gave a little
gasp and stared at him. "You went to Hades and bargained with him to
bring me back. And you brought me back when the She-Demon turned me to stone.
And you think I don't remember the Amazons killing me, but I do. I did eventually
remember. Maybe because I was around you and so many gods and goddesses.
But I do remember. Three times, Herc, three times, you brought me back from
death! I would gladly do the same for you. I would happily take your place
now."
"Did he really bring you back from death?" asked Tera.
Iolaus looked at her. "Yes, he did. The first time, we went to help
this village, and..."
Tera and Deron listened, enraptured, as Iolaus told his tales. It also helped
to take his mind off the passing of time as they waited for Aran and Linn
to return, and prayed they arrived soon.
Aran and Linn returned in record time with the valerian root. Aran quickly
made the medicinal tea they needed and gave it to Hercules, a cup every
hour or so.
Hercules fought against taking the tea, not lucid enough to realize they
were trying to help him. Until Iolaus coaxed him into drinking it. Somehow,
Iolaus' voice cut through the delirium of the spider's venom and calmed
the demigod.
Iolaus brushed Hercules' long hair back. Hercules was finally sleeping peacefully,
head cradled against Iolaus' shoulder, his fever broken. He had been bathed
and dressed and Aran and Tera had gone to get some sleep, Iolaus stubbornly
refusing to leave or even lie down on the other bed.
Iolaus checked the swelling in Hercules' arm. It wasn't as bad and the red
streaks were gone, as was the heat that had radiated from it. He redid the
poultice. Hercules roused just as he finished, taking a deep breath. Iolaus
clasped his good hand and laid one hand on his chest. "Herc? C'mon,
Herc, open your eyes. Look at me."
Hercules felt terrible. What had happened? Everything was fuzzy, he couldn't
remember. He drew in a deep breath and let it out, then opened his eyes.
Iolaus smiled. "Hey, there."
Hercules blinked at him, and memory suddenly surged back. He smiled at Iolaus.
"Iolaus...." His hand tightened on Iolaus'.
"How do you feel?" Iolaus poured a cup of water and helped Hercules
sit up enough to drink it.
"Washed out and weak as a kitten."
"I bet."
"How long was I sick?"
"Just since last evening. It's mid-afternoon now."
"How long have you been here?"
"Since about mid-night." He chuckled. "Vali's not happy about
it, either. Deron practically took me away from her. Wonder what she'll
have planned for me when I go back?"
"You can't go back to her now, Iolaus. She'll kill you."
"No, she won't. Don't worry about me, Hercules."
"Like you don't worry about me?" Iolaus only shrugged. "I'm
not in as much danger as you are, Iolaus. Deron's not liable to kill me
on a moment's whim."
Iolaus shook his head. "You need to rest. We'll talk more later."
Hercules would have argued with him, but he was too tired. He clasped Iolaus'
hand again as he let sleep claim him again, his friend's presence making
him feel safe.
Iolaus wasn't beside him when Hercules woke next. Tera had just entered
the room, Aran right behind her with a tray of food. Tera sensed that he
was awake, as well as his distress. "It's all right, Hercules. Look
to your right. He sleeps in the other bed. He needs the rest, he hasn't
slept since he arrived. He was too worried about you."
Hercules looked and saw Iolaus curled on his side, his back to the room,
on the other bed. "He shouldn't worry about me so much." Hercules
sat up as Tera unwrapped his arm and examined the bite, her fingers moving
lightly and surely across his skin.
"The poison is gone from your system. You may feel weak for another
day or so, but you'll be fine otherwise."
"Thank you, Tera."
"I didn't do it alone, Hercules. Aran and Iolaus helped as much or
more than I did."
"Especially Iolaus. We couldn't have done half what we did without
him. Once you became delirious, you didn't know us," said Aran. "He
was able to calm you and get you to drink the medicinal teas to counter
the poison."
"He's saved my life before, on countless occasions." He accepted
the bowl of soup and thick slices of bread Tera gave him.
A few minutes later, Iolaus rolled over and stretched. He sat up and grinned
at seeing Hercules already awake and eating.
"Mm, what smells so good?" he asked.
"You must be starving, Iolaus. We brought plenty," said Aran.
"You feel OK, Herc?" He sat down on the bed beside Hercules, gesturing
for him to scoot over.
Hercules nodded, moving over. "I'm fine, Iolaus."
Satisfied, Iolaus got his own soup and bread and dug in.
********************************************************************************
Vali paced furiously. Her guards were careful to keep out of her sight,
lest she take her fury out on them. She had already beaten one slave unconscious,
and they doubted he would survive such a beating.
"Nika!" Vali screamed.
Nika walked into the room and bowed. "I am here, My Lady."
"Take a message to my mother: I want Iolaus sent back to me by dawn."
Nika bowed and left. She wondered what Vali would do if he weren't returned.
Iolaus was laughing with Hercules when Deron came to see them. She told
Iolaus of Vali's message.
"Did she say what she'd do if I didn't return?"
"No, but we all know what she is capable of."
"Then I have to go back."
"No, Iolaus," said Hercules, shaking his head. "You don't.
It's going to come down to a fight one way or another."
"You're in no shape to fight anyone right now. I have to go back for
now, Herc." He shook his head and raised his hand, cutting off Hercules'
arguments. "Just for a little longer, until you can fight. Until we
figure out how to get that damn torque off." He held out his hand and
Hercules gripped it tight.
"Be careful, Iolaus. And be safe."
"I will, my friend. You rest and get well."
Deron watched as their eyes locked and said everything they didn't speak
aloud. Hercules lifted Iolaus' wrist to his lips and kissed the pulse there.
Then they both nodded and Iolaus turned and walked away.
Hercules watched Iolaus leave. Deron sat down on the foot of the bed. "He'll
be all right, Hercules. She won't hurt him."
"Much," Hercules growled. He laid back, thrusting his fingers
into his hair. "I just feel so useless! So...helpless!" He grabbed
the torque. "Damn this thing!" He grabbed it in both hands, pulling
on it, but it held.
Deron put a hand on his leg. "Rest, Hercules. I must go. The time has
come and I must prepare my allies. The fighting will begin soon and we don't
want Vali's warriors attacking without warning." She smiled at him
and left.
******************************************************************************
Vali was lounging in a bath when she heard someone quietly enter the room.
She thought it was a guard, until strong fingers slid into the water to
touch her shoulders. She opened her eyes and looked around into Iolaus'
solemn face. Vali smirked. "So, you came back."
"You sent for me." He shrugged.
"And does your friend live?"
"Yes."
"And you would always choose him over me?"
"Yes."
Vali settled back into the water. "Wash my hair for me, slave,"
she ordered.
Iolaus did as he was ordered. He could feel the anger in her and wondered
what would happen now.
For the next five days, everything was deceptively calm. Everything seemed
to going on as normal. But below the surface, a storm was brewing. It just
needed the right spark to set it off. And that spark came in the form of
a small, muscular blond man who reached the end of his endurance with captivity.
*******************************************************************************
Iolaus brushed Vali's long hair out. He had washed it for her during her
bath, something she loved to have him do, and then had brushed it dry, so
that it crackled and curled around his fingers like a living thing.
Vali caught Iolaus' wrist and laid her head back to look at him. She pulled
him around in front of her. Her eyes searched his face. "You're unhappy."
Iolaus shrugged. He started to turn away, but she put a hand on his hip
and he looked at her. "There's nothing you can do."
"You want to leave here."
"YES!" he hissed angrily. His eyes narrowed. "Why can't you
understand? I hate everyone here, and you most of all!"
Vali was taken aback. Her eyes widened at the venom in his voice. No male
had ever dared to talk to her like that. "Why? I've given you everything
you could possibly desire! Am I not beautiful enough for you? Do I not satisfy
your passions? Can you not love me?"
Iolaus shook his head. "Love you? You have taken the one thing I treasure
most: my freedom. How could I love someone so cold and cruel as you? You
think nothing of inflicting pain for no reason at all. You can take a person's
life without one second of remorse. You're as much a monster as any of the
creatures Hercules and I have fought over the years. And my heart will always
belong to him."
Vali's nostrils flared with sudden anger. Her eyes darkened to almost black.
And Iolaus struck, drawing the dagger he'd hidden beneath his tunic.
Vali felt his sudden tensing, and threw herself to one side, lashing out
with a foot. Iolaus twisted to one side and lunged at her. She caught him
and flipped him over her, rolling and gathering into a crouch to face him
as he did the same. When he threw himself at her, she slid to one side and
shoved him past her with a hand between his shoulder blades. Iolaus caught
himself and spun, his hand coming around in a backhand slash with the dagger.
The tip caught Vali's cheek, spraying blood everywhere. She screamed in
rage.
Iolaus smirked with satisfaction at having drawn blood. He pressed his attack,
bringing the dagger back around, aimed for her heart. She kicked his legs
out from under him. He rolled away from her kick and returned to a crouch,
dagger held in front of him, his face grim.
Vali licked her lips. "I'm going to beat you, Iolaus."
"I'll die first." He lunged at her.
Vali fell back under his attack. She tripped on her robes and fell onto
her back. Iolaus straddled her and she caught his wrist as he stabbed down.
Moving suddenly, she bucked and rolled and their positions were reversed.
She twisted his wrist, forcing the knife back toward his throat.
Vali moved so suddenly, Iolaus wasn't prepared for it. She suddenly twisted
his arm in a different direction, there was a sickening snap and a surge
of white-hot pain shot up his arm. The dagger dropped from his suddenly
numb hand as he screamed.
Vali picked up the dagger. Iolaus, cradling his broken arm against his chest,
watched her. She shook her head. "No, Iolaus, I'm not going to kill
you. Not like this. I'm going to have you executed in front of everyone."
She sighed. "A pity, for you truly are beautiful." She walked
over to the door and shouted for guards, who came running. She nodded at
Iolaus. "Take him to one of the detention cells."
Iolaus shrugged off the guards hands as they came for him, and stood on
his own. He looked Vali in the eye, standing straight. And then he laughed
at her. He had the satisfaction of knowing that his laughter hurt and humiliated
her worse than anything else he could have done. Not even the stinging backhand
slap she gave him could wipe the smile from his face. He looked at her and
spit blood at her, then walked toward the door. As he walked down the hall,
he could hear her screaming as she trashed the room.
Sivari had heard everything. As Iolaus walked away with the guards, he wondered
how he could get word to Hercules. He finally decided it was worth the risk
to go to Hercules himself. He was stumbling and gasping by the time he reached
Deron's villa. He had run hard all the way. He slipped into the slaves'
quarters and went to Hercules' room.
Hercules opened the door and barely managed to catch Sivari as he stumbled
in, for he had been leaning against the door. "Hercules...."
"Sivari! What's happened?"
"Iolaus...attacked Vali...."
Fear gripped Hercules' heart and a cold shiver ran down his spine. He sat
Sivari on the bed and poured him a cup of water, waiting impatiently as
he drank it and caught his breath.
Sivari told Hercules everything that had happened. When he finished, Hercules
went to Deron and had Sivari repeat the story.
"We have to get him out of there, Deron, now, tonight." He was
fingering the torque, a recent habit he had picked up.
"We would never get past her guards...."
"Oh, yes, we would," said Linn, just walking up. "Not all
of Vali's guards are so loyal. One of them brought word to me what was happening.
And I know that my guards are a match for Vali's."
"No," Hercules said. "We can't go in there fighting, Iolaus
would be the first casualty. We need to find some way to sneak in and get
him out."
"Linn, send messengers to our people, tell them what's happening. We
need to go to the temple, we'll be safe there, we can plan...." She
stopped. "Tera. We need Tera and her herbs. Linn, get to her, ask her
if she has something that will act as a sedative if eaten or put in a drink.
Sivari, does anyone know you're gone?"
"Probably not, Mistress, I was supposed to be in bed."
"Good. Do you think you can get back in and get into the kitchen?"
"Yes, I believe so." He understood what Deron was asking. He was
going to put something in the food and drink to sedate the household.
"Good! Here's what we'll do..." Quickly, she outlined her plan
and sent Linn and Sivari off.
Hercules watched Sivari leave with Linn. He felt Deron put a hand on his
arm and clutched the torque. "Dammit! It has to come off! One way or
another, I have to get this thing off! Iolaus is hurt, that bitch could
kill him, he needs me!" He gripped the torque and pulled...and was
shocked to have it come off in his hand. He could only stare at it for a
moment, feeling his strength surging back. He had almost forgotten what
it was like to feel so powerful. With an oath, he flung the torque away
from him and ran, his speed increasing with every step until he was once
more able to run as fast as the fleetest horse.
Deron smiled and began shouting orders to her guards and servants. The morrow
would bring a civil war to this valley, and she wanted to ensure her victory.
*******************************************************************************
Sivari slipped into the kitchen. Dawn was beginning to lighten the eastern
sky. There was always a hot drink kept by the fire for the night guards.
He put one of the little packets he had from Tera into it. He went to wake
the cook and told him what was happening and what he needed him to do. He
happily agreed.
By mid-morning, guards were asleep at their posts, while those who'd gone
to bed were sleeping very soundly. As for the rest of the household, slaves
began slipping out by one's and twos, while any other members of the household
who had eaten breakfast were asleep where they fell when the sedative took
affect.
Satisfied that none of Vali's guards were left, Sivari unlocked a side gate
to admit Hercules.
Hercules followed Sivari to the detention room. There was no key to the
door, so Hercules simply ripped it off, reveling in the return of his powers
as Sivari looked at him incredulously.
Iolaus had not moved upon their arrival. Sivari was dismayed to see new
bruises on his face. "Vali ...Vali must have come after I left, and
beaten him. Or maybe the guards did. I didn't know..."
Hercules knelt beside Iolaus, reaching out to brush his curls back. "Iolaus?"
He slid a hand under Iolaus' cheek and gently turned his face up. He scowled
at what he saw.
Iolaus' lip was split and his right eye already black. Hercules winced at
Iolaus' broken arm, seeing that it was a bad break. Gently, he bound the
arm to Iolaus' chest, taking great care not to move the bones, or cause
them to pierce the skin. He quickly checked Iolaus over for further injuries,
and found none. He lifted him into his arms, pressed a kiss to his temple,
and whispered, "It's all right now, Iolaus. It's over now. No one's
going to hurt you again, I swear it." He strode out with him. This
was the end. Iolaus had endured enough and Hercules wasn't going to allow
him to be harmed again. They were getting out of this valley and everyone
here be damned.
But Hercules knew it wasn't that simple. Iolaus was in no shape to travel,
and Vali would simply come after them when she found them missing. No, they
had to see this out to the end. And that meant facing Vali. Hercules tried
to quell the perverse pleasure the thought of ripping her apart brought
him.
Hercules carried Iolaus to the temple. Tera was waiting to take care of
him. His arm had to be set; both bones were badly broken. Though he was
still unconscious, he gave a whimper of pain when Tera manipulated the bones
back into place. That sound pierced Hercules' heart painfully, for Iolaus
was always one to bear his pain stoically, without a sound or complaint.
Tera finished splinting and bandaging the arm, as well as dabbing a little
ointment on his split lip. Hercules watched her incredulously. It was as
if she could see with her hands.
Iolaus regained consciousness just as Tera finished, but he was disoriented
and in pain. "Herc?"
"I'm here, Iolaus." Hercules sat down on the edge of the bed,
grasping Iolaus' good hand and reaching to caress his face. "It's ok,
you're safe now. It's all right."
"Wanta go home, Herc. Please?"
"Yes, Iolaus, we're going home, as soon as you've had some rest. Sleep
now." He looked around as Tera touched his shoulder.
"Here. See if you can get him to drink this. It will help ease his
pain and help him sleep." She handed him a cup.
Hercules stroked Iolaus' jaw. "Iolaus? Iolaus, you need to drink this.
C'mon, love, for me?"
"It hurts, Herc."
"I know, love," Hercules said sorrowfully. "This will help
make the pain go away. C'mon, Iolaus, drink." He lifted Iolaus' head
and held the cup for him to drink, encouraging him to drink all of it. It
worked quickly, sending him into a deep, healing sleep.
After leaving Iolaus sleeping, Hercules asked Tera, "Will he recover
the use of his hand?"
"Yes. It's not that bad. But it will take time to heal." Tera
put a hand on Hercules' arm. "He'll be all right."
Hercules ran a hand through his hair. "No. Not really. Not until we
leave here. I'm sorry, Tera, but...."
"Sh. I know. It's all right. The two of you have less visible wounds
which won't be healed until you have returned home to your loved ones."
"Yes."
"I hope you are able to go home soon, Hercules. I really do. I will
miss you both, of course."
Hercules kissed her cheek. "We owe you and Aran a great deal, for taking
care of us."
"It's the least we could do, and it is we who owe the both of you,
Hercules." She kissed his cheek and let him return to Iolaus' side.
*******************************************************************************
Iolaus opened his eyes slowly. He found himself lying in a soft bed, his
broken arm resting on a soft pillow, bandaged and splinted. As he looked
around, Hercules walked into the room. Seeing him awake, he smiled and pulled
a chair up beside the bed.
"About time you woke up."
"Where are we?" Iolaus asked in bewilderment, sitting up. He winced
as he jostled his arm.
"The temple. The priestesses have given refuge to us, as well as many
others. Including some people who want to see you, but not until after you've
eaten."
"Herc, I'm OK. It's just a broken arm and a few bruises."
Hercules shook his head. "No, Iolaus, it's not. And we both know it."
He gazed steadily at his friend. "Why did you attack Vali?" Iolaus
shrugged and turned away, only to have Hercules reach out and grasp his
chin, turning his face back toward him. "Iolaus. Look at me."
Reluctantly, Iolaus raised his eyes. Hercules smiled at him. "I understand."
Iolaus sighed and sat back. "I just...couldn't take it anymore, Herc.
It felt like I was suffocating. Like I couldn't breath. I couldn't do *anything*
without permission, without being watched, and I...just ..couldn't...take...it."
Iolaus started to look away, then suddenly gasped. His eyes had lit on Hercules'
throat; now they lifted to his face. "Herc! The torque!"
Hercules nodded. "It came off in my hand last night. Looks like their
goddess has decided it's time to fight."
"Herc, this is great! Now we can finally get out of here!"
"It won't be that easy, Iolaus. There's a civil war about to explode
here. Deron's followers are flocking to the temples for sanctuary, slaves
are disappearing everywhere, and Vali is in a rage. She has her warriors
stationed around the temple with orders not to let anyone out." Hercules
hesitated, then said, "She's also demanding that you be turned over
to her." He snorted and shook his head. "As if we would. By the
way, is the new decoration on her face your doing?"
"How bad is it?"
"It's pretty bad. Goes from the top of her right cheek to the corner
of her mouth. It's going to leave an ugly scar."
"She deserves to be as ugly on the outside as she is on the inside."
Hercules wasn't used to hearing such hate in Iolaus' voice. It didn't fit
him. "C'mon. Let's go eat. One of the priestesses said something about
fresh ham."
Iolaus smiled, that blazing bright grin Hercules had missed. "You think
they have a good cook?"
******************************************************************************
Vali stalked among her warriors. None would meet her eyes, not even her
lieutenants. Black stitches marred the right side of her face. Everyone
knew the scar was going to be horrific. Vali had been in the blackest of
moods since it happened. Even her own warriors walked on eggshells around
her, afraid she would take her anger out on them.
Vali looked at the temples. He was in there and one way or another, she
would have him. Iolaus was going to pay dearly for defying her and marring
her as he had. No mere man was going to do this and get away with it. And
once she had him back in her power, and her mother was dead, she would take
the throne. From
that seat of power, she would send her warriors out, to raid the outlying
lands. She would build her army carefully and one day, they would explode
from this valley and sweep across the land. Men would become slaves for
her and her warriors. She would raise up a new generation of women to take
their rightful place as rulers of the world.
"Iolaus," she growled, gripping her sword. She looked at her lieutenants.
"Spread the word! Iolaus is mine! I want him unharmed! Do you understand
me?!"
"Yes, Vali!" the warriors chorused. They all bowed and went to
spread the word that the golden man was to be spared.
Vali returned her attention to the temples. "You will beg for death
before I am through with you, my golden one."
******************************************************************************
Deron and her people spent most of the morning preparing for the battle
they all knew was coming. Some of them were going to die, and they knew
that, too. But it would be worth it.
Deron brought Iolaus a gift. "Mora, one of Vali's warriors, had them,
and gave them to the priestesses."
Iolaus' eyes lit up. "My sword! And my knife!" Iolaus picked up
the sword and unsheathed it, examining it, then laid it aside and picked
up the knife. "I am *so* glad to have this back." His fingers
caressed the blade lovingly.
"Why is it special to you?" Deron asked.
"Herc and I forged this together. It's kind of a symbol of our friendship."
He looked at Hercules with a grin, which Hercules returned.
Deron watched as Iolaus practiced throwing the knife a few times with his
left hand, then picked up his sword and practiced with it a little. "Iolaus,
you're injured. You can't fight."
Hercules laughed as Iolaus looked at Deron and grinned. "Who's gonna
stop me?"
"Iolaus can use either hand just as well. And a broken arm won't stop
him from fighting. I ought to know. He has to practically be on death's
door to stay down."
A little later, Hercules joined Iolaus in looking over Vali's warriors from
the top of the temple. She had most of the young warriors on her side, but
their mothers and aunts were siding with Deron. Even though they were fewer
in number, many of these women were experienced warriors, while a lot of
Vali's were not.
Iolaus walked over to a table and sat down, sharpening his sword. Hercules
watched him for several minutes. "Iolaus?"
"Um-hm?"
"Will you promise me something?"
"No."
Hercules gave him a surprised look. "You don't even know what I'm going
to say."
"Yes, I do. You want me to let you go after Vali."
Hercules shook his head. "How do you do that? How do you know what
I'm thinking almost before I do?"
"It shows on your face."
"You weren't looking at me."
Iolaus' hand paused and he looked up. "I know you almost as well as
I know myself," he said softly. "I know how you think, Herc. You
still surprise me sometimes, but for the most part, I know you."
"I'm...not sure if I like that or not." Hercules chuckled.
Iolaus laughed, going back to sharpening his sword. "Like it or not,
Herc, I'm not going to hide from her."
Hercules sighed and nodded. "I know. But I had to try." He walked
over to stand next to Iolaus, reaching out to cup his chin in one hand and
lift his face to his. "I love you. I want you to be safe. I don't want
you to be hurt anymore."
Iolaus smiled. "I know, Herc." He put a hand to Hercules' waist
as he leaned forward to lightly touch his lips to those of the other man.
Hercules held his head between his hands as he kissed him, fiercely, passionately,
letting the kiss say everything he felt. And Iolaus returned it just as
fervently, his hand clutching in the fabric of Hercules' shirt.
At that moment, Tera walked in and the two men parted, albeit reluctantly.
"I believe I have some things the two of you might want." She
held their clothes in her arms. They had been cleaned and folded neatly.
"My clothes!" Iolaus almost shouted. He took his, kissing Tera
on the cheek as Hercules took his. "Thank you, Tera!"
"Thanks, Tera," Hercules said, also kissing her cheek.
"You're welcome," Tera giggled. She left so the men could change
in private, even though she was blind.
Iolaus settled his amulet around his neck and patted it into place against
his chest. "Wow, I feel more like myself now!"
Hercules laughed. "Amazing how something as simple as a set of clothes
can make a person feel ...whole." He clapped Iolaus on the shoulder.
"Yeah. Now, all we need is a great battle to finish this off so we
can go *home*!"
Hercules laughed heartily. That was Iolaus, always looking for a good fight.
He was definitely himself again.
******************************************************************************
Vali walked into the center of the courtyard between the three pyramids.
She looked around. "My people! We have come to a cross-roads! Our society
has splintered into warring factions! One of these groups is led by my mother!
She would have a civil war break out amongst us! And for what? Two men,
strangers?
Are they worth any of our lives? No! I say they are not! They threaten our
very existence and must be killed! So demands our lady, the Goddess!"
She turned to look at the temple she knew her mother was in. "Send
out the men and stop this insanity, Deron! Let their deaths appease the
bloodlust of our people!"
Deron appeared at the base of one of the temples. She looked around. "My
people!" she cried, her voice carrying even to those farthest from
her. "The time has come for me to make the hardest choice I have ever
been asked to make! I hope I have done the right thing! We can no longer
go on as we have been! We have become a debauched, degenerate people! I
have begged our Lady to show me what to do, and she has sent two strangers,
men, into our midst! And she has shown me the vile creature my daughter,
and, indeed, many of you, have become!" Her eyes searched the crowd.
"I hereby banish the warrior Vali from this place! She is to leave
this valley and never return! If you support her, you are free to leave
with her! If you stay, you will support me and whatever changes I deem it
necessary to make!"
Vali laughed. "You old fool! You have no place here now! Your day is
over! Mine is just beginning!" She raced toward her mother, only to
be intercepted by Hercules.
As Hercules stepped in front of Vali, some of her warriors began moving
forward. Iolaus and those warriors loyal to Deron moved in front of them.
Iolaus was holding his sword tightly in his left hand, his jaw set.
Vali looked at Hercules. "So, you are her champion!" she hissed.
"A man!" she spat. "I will destroy you and then I will rule
here!"
Hercules shook his head. "No, Vali. I won't let that happen."
He could see the madness in her eyes. "This is why we were brought
here, Vali. To stop you."
Vali advanced, grinning. "Then you came to throw your life away!"
Her eyes cut to Iolaus. "I will kill you and then he will be mine.
I shall enjoy making him scream and beg for death. But I will not give it
to him. No, death would be too easy." She looked at Hercules again.
"Take a good look at him now, Hercules, for it will be many years before
he joins you in the Underworld!"
"Vali! Stop!"
Vali and Hercules both looked at Iolaus. He walked down the steps, sword
gripped in his left hand. "This is between us, Vali, and you know it."
Vali sneered. "You don't have a chance against me!"
"Prove it. Face me."
Vali bared her teeth. "All right."
"No one interferes." He looked at Hercules.
Vali nodded. "No one interferes." She motioned her people back,
backing up.
Iolaus walked down the steps to the stone courtyard. The two groups of warriors
backed up on either side. It was eerily quiet as the two of them squared
off. Slowly, they circled one another.
Vali moved in cautiously, her sword weaving, ready to block or strike, then
suddenly lunged. Their swords met with a clashing ring. They backed off,
circled again. Without warning, Iolaus swung his blade and brought it straight
down, then, when Vali moved to parry, Iolaus feinted and cut low. Vali countered,
let the impact direct her sword toward Iolaus' throat, but Iolaus met the
riposte and stepped back. Before Vali could gather herself, Iolaus attacked
again, much more aggressively. He advanced in a flurry of lunges, each met
with a loud ringing as Vali's sword blocked his. Vali retreated a step at
every slash, swiveling once to bring her blade up viciously, but Iolaus
batted it away, pushing Vali back yet again.
Vali screamed and suddenly lunged. Iolaus swung to one side and Vali swung
her sword around. The tip snaked under Iolaus' sword and drew a light line
across his chest. Iolaus batted the sword aside and slashed at her. She
stepped back and parried.
Hercules watched the battle, his heart in his throat. When Iolaus went to
his knees, he thought his heart had stopped, and only began beating again
when Iolaus caught Vali's blade with his and pushed her back, then leaped
to his feet. Beside him, Deron was clutching his arm. He felt sorry for
her and clasped her hand, knowing that, in all likelihood, she was about
to witness her daughter's death.
The two warriors battled back and forth for a long time, neither seeming
to gain an advantage over the other. Then Iolaus lost his sword when Vali
attacked furiously and got her sword inside his guard. It was lose the sword
or his hand and he chose to let go of the sword. In the same instant, he
dove under her arm and caught her around the waist. They fell to the ground
and Vali kicked Iolaus off of her, over her head. He flipped, rolled to
his feet, and kicked her sword out of her hand before she could get to her
feet. Iolaus dove for his sword as she dove for hers.
Hercules watched Iolaus and Vali battling with each other. Their swords
sang, each a blur of motion as they thrust and parried, blocked and swung.
As Iolaus twisted to allow her sword to go past him, he grabbed her wrist
and flipped her over his hip, following and straddling her stomach, his
sword pressed to her throat.
"Give me one good reason not to cut your throat right now," he
growled.
Vali giggled. "You can't hurt me, Iolaus. My golden lover, not after
what we have been to each other." He felt her hands on his hips. "Not
when I carry your child inside me," she whispered, licking her lips.
Iolaus gave her a horrified look. "No. I don't believe you."
"Ask Tera. She would not lie to you."
Iolaus stood, backing away from her, shaking his head. He watched her as
she slowly stood.
"Iolaus...what are you doing?" Hercules cried.
Iolaus dropped his sword. The sound as it hit the stone floor of the courtyard
was loud in the silence. He stood there, unarmed, waiting, watching Vali.
"Iolaus...don't," Hercules whispered.
Vali looked at him quizzically for a moment, then laughed. "Your honor
is going to be the death of you, golden one." Iolaus didn't answer
as she began to advance. He fell back as she screamed and leaped at him
with a knife. They fell to the ground, grappling for the knife.
"Vali...don't make me kill you...please..." Iolaus gasped.
"Oh, I won't, my love," she trilled. "I'm going to watch
you die, instead." She laughed, her madness consuming her.
Iolaus saw the light in her eyes and made the hardest decision of his life.
He suddenly gave in, then twisted the knife and turned it on her. She gasped
and stared at him as it went hilt deep in her side, just under her ribs.
Tears filled Iolaus' eyes as Vali backed away from him. She wrapped one
hand around the knife and pulled it free, letting it drop from limp fingers.
She looked at him questioningly, falling to her knees. Iolaus got to his
knees, watching her. He looked away, closing his eyes, as she fell limply
to the ground, staring up at the sky.
Iolaus finally stood and looked at her. He stared at her for a long moment,
then turned away. He walked toward Hercules, his head down. Hercules let
go the breath he hadn't even known he was holding and started forward.
And then, to his horror, he saw Vali move. Her hand grasped the knife, her
head lifted, and then she was up and moving with a speed born of hate and
madness.
"IOLAUS!" Hercules screamed in warning.
Iolaus grabbed the arm Vali wrapped around him, felt the knife pressing
into his back. "My love," Vali murmured, and then shoved.
Hercules stood frozen as he saw Iolaus stiffen, eyes widening. Their gazes
locked, then Iolaus' eyes rolled back and closed, his head fell back onto
Vali's shoulder, and she was cradling him to her as his knees buckled and
she sat back on her heels, one arm still around his chest, the other holding
a knife that dripped with Iolaus' blood.
"NOOOO!" Hercules screamed, running toward them. That seemed to
be a cue for the two groups of warriors to attack.
Vali laid Iolaus on the ground, hand caressing his curls, as she watched
Hercules. She stood to meet him and he lunged at her, shoving her away from
Iolaus. She flew across the courtyard, to lie in a stunned heap at the base
of one of the pyramids.
Hercules knelt beside Iolaus. There was already a pool of blood running
from under his body and he was paler than Hercules had ever seen him. "No...Iolaus,"
Hercules whispered. He placed a trembling hand on his friend's chest, his
eyes squeezing shut as he realized there was no heartbeat. A sobbing moan
was torn
from him. Part of him wanted to crumple to the ground right there and die
beside his friend, his love, his soul. The other part wanted to rip Vali
apart...slowly.
Slowly, Hercules got to his feet. Vali was shaking her head and getting
to hers. Hercules didn't see Tera, Linn, and Seagare surrounding Iolaus.
Nor did he notice the fighting going on around him. All his concentration
was centered on Vali.
Vali grinned madly at Hercules, blood running from her mouth. "Shall
we dance, Hercules?" she asked sweetly.
Vali stood her ground as Hercules advanced on her. But as she looked into
his eyes, her grin faltered, then faded. She began to back up. She hadn't
anticipated this. The look of madness in his eyes exceeded even that in
her own.
"HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND!" Hercules screamed. His fist hit a statue,
shattering it. He stalked forward, eyes never leaving Vali's. "He was
the most important person in my life!" Hercules shattered a statue
of some mythical creature as he followed Vali, who was backing up the steps
of the temple pyramid. "He was the one person *I* could lean on! I
didn't have to be a hero with him! I didn't have to be strong, or brave,
or anything other than myself!" They reached the top of the pyramid.
"He never expected *anything* of me except my friendship and love!"
He caught the knife she threw at him, breaking the blade from the handle
and throwing them away from him. She lunged forward and hit him with a left
to the face, quickly followed by a right. Hercules just shook his head and
swung at her. His fist caught her in the face, smashing her backwards. "He
was the bravest, strongest man I ever knew! He was my heart, my soul! No
one means more to me than him!" Vali rolled away from him, into a crouch.
Blood ran from her mouth and dripped from her chin; it was also still flowing
from the wound in her side. She ran at him again and he caught her and threw
her over his hip, in a move Iolaus had taught him. "I LOVED HIM AND
YOU TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME!!"
Vali rolled to her feet and met his charge, kicking at him. He batted her
leg aside, then grabbed her, pulling her back against his chest, his arm
around her throat. He squeezed. She suddenly realized he meant to break
her neck. She kicked backwards, knocking him off his feet. His hold on her
broke and she rolled free. He lunged at her, his hand wrapping around her
throat. But his momentum carried them both off the side of the temple.
Deron and the priestesses ran to the edge of the temple and looked down.
Hercules and Vali lay sprawled at the bottom, Hercules on his back, Vali
face-down. Deron hurried down to them, aware that with Vali's death, the
fighting was already dying down. No one had any real heart for it, but the
damage had already been done, as bodies and injured lay about the courtyard.
********************************************************************************
When Hercules went after Vali, Linn rolled Iolaus into Tera's arms and examined
the wound. "It's useless, Mother. He's gone," said Tera.
"That's for the Goddess to decide, daughter," Linn said. She took
a pad of cloth from Seagare and placed it over the wound in Iolaus' back,
which was still oozing blood.
Tera's attention was drawn to Hercules as he screamed at Vali. They could
clearly hear everything he was saying. And Tera slowly became aware that
something had changed. Then she realized that Iolaus was breathing. She
slid her hand to his chest and felt his heart beating under her hand, very
slowly, but it was beating.
"Mother!" Tera gasped.
But Linn had seen what was happening as well. "Seagare, bring Tera."
She picked Iolaus up and carried him inside. Seagare followed with Tera
to a room set aside as the infirmary. Aran was there, and came running,
as did Sivari, who was also helping tend the wounded.
Linn laid Iolaus down and turned him onto his stomach. "Aran, Vali
stabbed him in the back."
Aran, who was as accomplished a surgeon as Tera was a general healer, nodded.
He examined the wound, which was still bleeding. He frowned. "This
is very deep. It may have punctured his lung, or pierced very close to his
heart. It's also very close to his spine. Damn!" He grabbed bandages
and placed them over the wound, which had suddenly begun to pump bright
red blood, pressing down hard. "Sivari, get Endion and Corrus, I need
them to hold Iolaus down! Seagare, I need lots of bandages and the sharpest
knife you can find! Put it in the fire, this has to be cauterized, now!"
"Aran?" asked Linn.
"I'll do everything I can to keep him alive, but he's obviously lost
a great deal of blood. There's only so much I can do."
Linn nodded. "The Goddess has kept him this long, she won't let him
die now. I'd better go let Hercules know he's alive." She left the
room in a hurry, almost running, and arrived just in time to see Deron kneeling
beside Hercules and Vali.
"What happened?" Linn asked.
"Never mind. Hercules is alive, but he's badly hurt."
Linn smoothed Hercules' hair back. "Hercules, hold on. Iolaus is alive.
He needs you, as much as you need him. Hold on, all right?" She looked
at Deron. "I'll get some help to move him."
Deron nodded. She left one of the priestesses with Hercules as she turned
to her daughter. "Vali," Deron sobbed. She reached out to touch
her hair, then turned her over. Vali's eyes were partially open, staring
at the sky. Blood trailed from her mouth. Her body was badly broken. Deron
gathered her into her arms and wept over her, asking the Goddess to forgive
her child, to have pity on her soul.
"Deron."
Deron looked up. A glowing figure stood there. "My Lady!"
"Deron, you have done far more than was ever asked of you, and suffered
much. You still have your granddaughter, Asha. Take her from this valley,
Deron, and teach her to love. As for Vali, she is at peace now. Rest assured
that she will be waiting when you cross to the other side. Her madness was
not her fault, but a thing carried within her from the day of her birth,
caused by far too much in-breeding." Her eyes strayed to Hercules.
"Now, another needs your help, as do your people. You know what you
have to do. Be strong, my daughter. I will always be with you."
"Thank you, my lady. Thank you." She lowered her head and the
figure vanished. Deron composed herself as Linn returned with a stretcher
and six strong men. She laid her daughter's body down and stood. She began
giving orders, including that a funeral pyre be readied, for her daughter
and the other fallen warriors.
Hercules was taken to the infirmary, where Aran was just removing the knife
from the fire. Two well-muscled men were holding Iolaus down. Aran sluiced
water over the wound, to clean away the blood long enough for him to see
what he was doing, then touched the tip of the blade inside the wound. There
was the smell of burning flesh and Iolaus screamed.
Aran glanced at Iolaus. "I'm sorry, my friend, but this is the only
way to save your life." Aran touched the tip into the wound again.
This time, Iolaus only moaned, a sound which gave way to a whimper.
Aran quickly put a medicinal salve on the wound and bandaged it. He didn't
dare close the wound now. There was a good chance of infection and Aran
wanted to be able to clean the wound again.
Aran washed his hands and dried them. "Move him to one of the private
rooms. I don't want him left alone, someone stay with him, I need Tera here."
"I'll stay with him," volunteered Sivari.
"Thank you, Sivari, but I need you here, too."
"I'll stay with him, Aran," said Seagare.
"Thank you, Father." He had moved to Hercules' side. Tera had
already been tending him and described his injuries to Aran.
"He has some broken ribs, and his left arm is broken above the elbow.
His left knee is badly wrenched. The most serious injury is to his head.
He took a bad blow." She guided his hand to a large knot forming behind
Hercules' left ear.
Aran bit his lip. "This could be very bad. There's not much to do but
treat his other injuries and wait."
"I agree. Remember, however, that he is a demi-god. Undoubtedly, he
will heal much faster than a normal person would. And where a mortal would
die from a blow to the head like that, he may well live."
Linn watched as Tera helped Aran set, splint and bandage Hercules' arm,
then wrap his ribs and knee and place a warm poultice to the lump on the
back of his head.
"The two of you are amazing. You work so well together."
Aran smiled. "Thank you, Mother."
Linn laughed. "You like calling me that, don't you?"
Aran ducked his head with a smile. "Yes," he said shyly.
"I like it, too." She hugged him. "Now, let's get our friend
the demigod to a bed."
Once Hercules was settled into bed, Linn asked, "Aran, what should
we do about our injured heroes? You and Tera are needed to help with the
other wounded. Seagare and I can stay with them, unless they should have
a healer present?"
"No, just keep a warm poultice to the back of Hercules' head for a
while. Call me should either one show signs of waking or fever." He
took Tera's hand and led her as they went to see who else needed their help.
*****************************************************************************
Iolaus awoke to a searing pain in his back. He clutched the bedclothes and
hid his face in the sheets, not quite stifling the moan that was wrenched
from him.
"Iolaus?"
Iolaus turned his head, to find Aran crouching beside the bed. "Aran...."
"Iolaus, I need you to answer some questions for me. I know the pain
is very bad, but there's nothing I can do until you answer my questions.
Do you understand?"
"Yes," Iolaus gasped.
Aran stood. He put a hand on Iolaus' leg. "Iolaus, can you feel my
hand?"
"Yes."
"Where is it?"
"Back of my right leg."
"Good. Can you move your toes?" He watched until Iolaus' toes
moved. "Yes, all right, Iolaus, that's wonderful! Now, we're going
to do something about the pain. I have to clean that wound again, so I'm
going to sedate you, all right?"
"No! Don't put me...out."
"Iolaus, the pain will be incredible! It'll be worse than now!"
"Iolaus, there is no reason to suffer. You will only sleep a short
while," said Tera.
Iolaus reluctantly relented. When he had relaxed into sleep, Aran cleaned
the wound again, much more thoroughly than before. There was no sign of
infection, so he closed it and bandaged it.
The next time Iolaus awoke, he was in much less pain than before. The pain
in his back was now a dull throbbing that was bearable. Although it threatened
to become worse as he slowly sat up, it abated when he sat still.
"Iolaus?" Tera appeared at his side. "How do you feel?"
she asked, touching his shoulder.
Iolaus took a deep breath. "I hurt, but I'll live." He looked
at Hercules. "How is he? What happened to him?" He grasped Tera's
hand. "Vali?"
"Hercules is hurt, but he's mending. He had some broken ribs and his
left arm is broken above the elbow. The most serious injury is to his head.
He and Vali were fighting and fell from the top of the main pyramid."
Tera hesitated, then quietly said, "Vali's dead." She knew Iolaus
looked up at her. She caressed the back of his head, stroking his hair.
"Yes, Iolaus. She was pregnant."
"Oh, gods." Iolaus covered his face with his hands. He let Tera
pull him against her and murmur soothingly to him, doing her best to comfort
him, but there was really nothing she could do.
Iolaus finally composed himself and Tera helped him into a chair beside
Hercules' bed. "How long has he been like this?" Iolaus asked.
"Three days. Aran and I kept you sedated that long, wanting your back
to have time to heal."
Iolaus frowned. "I woke up...Aran was asking me questions...."
"That was two days ago."
"Has he shown any sign of coming around?"
"No, and we've tried everything. We're very worried. If he doesn't
wake up soon, he'll die."
Iolaus shook his head. "No. He won't. I won't let him."
Tera cocked her head. "And can you bargain with Hades for his soul,
as he has for yours?"
Iolaus grasped Hercules' hand and looked at his friend. "I'll trade
myself for him if I have to," he said fiercely. "Herc, I know
you can hear me. C'mon, Herc, it's time to wake up. Open your eyes for me."
Iolaus shook his head. "If you think I'm going to let you leave me,
and make me carry word of your death back to all our friends and family,
to Alcmene!, you can just think again! I'd rather take on all the gods of
Olympus than have to face your mother with that news." His eyes searched
Hercules' face for any sign of movement. "I won't let you go, Hercules.
I'll come after you. I'll *join* you if Hades won't let me take your place.
I love you and I don't want to live without you. I *won't* live without
you."
Tera stepped back and listened as Iolaus begged, cajoled and threatened
his friend. She'd never seen two people who were so close before. Who would
be willing to sacrifice their lives for each other. What kind of world was
out there? Would she be able to survive out there? She didn't know, but
she wanted to try. A world that could produce heroes such as these couldn't
be all bad.
******************************************************************************
Hercules slowly became aware of himself. He didn't know where he was, but
it was dark and warm. He was content just to stay here and sleep. But something
had awakened him. He didn't know what. He didn't hear anything now. He couldn't
see anything. But he knew something outside of himself had awakened him.
Hercules shivered in spite of the warmth around him. Was he dead? If so,
where was he? He'd wanted to die. Iolaus was dead. Just like everyone else
he loved, except his mother and Iphicles. Iph would take care of Alcmene,
he knew. She would be devastated by their deaths, but she would survive.
Or she could join them in the Elysian Fields. Then she'd never hurt anymore.
If he was dead, why wasn't he in the Fields? Had he been denied for some
reason? He knew that's where he would find Iolaus. Iolaus was a hero, he'd
never be denied. Maybe he wasn't dead yet. Maybe he was dying. He hoped
no one saved him. He didn't want to live.
Was that a sound? What was that? Was someone calling him? Was it Iolaus,
come to meet him?
"Hercules!"
It *was* Iolaus' voice! Iolaus was dead, so if he was calling to him, then
Hercules must be dead, too, right? He went toward that voice that was so
much a part of his world, nothing felt right when it was absent.
Iolaus was sitting beside Hercules' bed, holding his hand, talking to him.
Hercules had been unconscious for four and a half days now and Iolaus was
scared. He was alone in the room and now he was begging Hercules not to
leave him.
"Hercules, you have to wake up! Herc, I can't do this alone! Me, and
Xena, and Gabrielle aren't enough to fight the evil out there! There are
slavers to put out of business, warlords to stop, there's Ares and Hera
to fight! They're always plotting one rotten thing or another!" Iolaus
stopped to compose himself. "Hercules, you know that I love you. The
day I met you changed my life forever. I don't think I would have even survived
my childhood without you. My own father hated me. I didn't know what it
was like to feel wanted, to feel necessary to someone, until I met you.
You gave purpose to my life. You showed me what I could be, in spite of
my father, not because of him. I've achieved everything he said I wouldn't,
and more, with your help and encouragement. You've always been there for
me. I never had any brothers, born of the same parents. But it didn't matter,
because I had you. I could depend on you. No matter what kind of trouble
I found myself in, I knew you would be there, no matter what. And you know
I'll always be there for you. 'Back-to-back heroes', that what we swore.
Blood brothers to the death. We said we'd go out together. You won't let
me go without you, and I won't let you go without me. I swear it, Hercules,
if you've decided it's time to join Deianeira and the kids in the Elysian
Fields, then I'm coming, too. Anya and my son are waiting for me, too, you
know, and I miss them. I'd like to see them. But most of all, I don't want
to live without you. I can't do that, Hercules, don't ask me to." Iolaus
suddenly gasped and sat straight up. "OW! Hercules, let go, you're
gonna break my good hand!" Iolaus froze as Hercules opened his eyes
and looked at him. "Hercules?"
Hercules blinked at him. "Iolaus?" He looked Iolaus over, taking
in the bandages wrapped around his middle. "Iolaus...h.how...you were
dead...I saw her...I saw...."
Iolaus shook his head, sitting down on the edge of the bed, putting a hand
to Hercules' chest. Hercules' eyes never left him. "It's OK, Herc.
I was hurt pretty bad, but Aran and Tera pulled me through."
"No, Iolaus, give credit where credit is due. You *were* dead. It's
Hercules who brought you back." Tera walked into the room and sat down
in the chair Iolaus had vacated. "Iolaus, get him some water, please.
Aran will bring soup soon."
"Oh, yeah!" Iolaus poured a cup of water for Hercules and helped
him sit up enough to drink it. He brushed Hercules' hair back as he laid
back. "How do you feel?"
Hercules smiled at him and reached to grasp his hand. "Happy to see
you alive." He touched the bandages. "How bad?"
Iolaus shrugged. Tera put a hand on his arm. "It was a bad wound, Iolaus.
Do not shrug it off so lightly. You were dead."
"She said that before. What does she mean?" Hercules looked at
Iolaus questioningly.
"He had no heartbeat and no breath. But your voice brought him back.
The words you spoke to Vali pulled his spirit back. But the wound was still
serious and Aran had to cauterize it. He was very afraid doing so would
cripple Iolaus, but it was the only way to save his life. It will take time
to truly heal." Her face turned toward Hercules. "You, on the
other hand, are healing quickly. The swelling to your knee is gone, so are
your bruises and the knot on back of your head. Your broken ribs and arm
are almost healed as well. Get some food into you and you'll feel even better."
As if on cue, Aran entered the room bearing a tray. Soup, fresh bread, roast
lamb, figs, dates, and spiced wine. He and Tera joined the two men as they
ate. Neither noticed that the two healers did not drink the wine.
Hercules smiled as he noticed Iolaus nodding. He felt very sleepy himself
and guessed a sedative had been added to something, maybe the wine. He let
Tera tuck him in as Aran helped Iolaus up and over to the other bed. He
was asleep as soon as he sprawled on the bed. Hercules smiled and let sleep
claim him.
As Hercules and Iolaus healed, Deron came to visit often. Her people had
finally accepted the fact that their lives in the valley were over. They
were already leaving. Many of the men were being asked to stay with former
mistresses. Deron and her granddaughter, Asha, as well as her sons, would
journey, along with Linn, Seagare, Tera and Aran, and Sivari, to the coast.
Families were being created and they were all spreading to the four winds.
"Hercules."
Hercules looked at Iolaus. His expression concerned him. "What is it?"
"It's time for us to leave as well."
Hercules studied him. "It's a long road home, Iolaus. Are you sure
you're up to it?"
Iolaus nodded. "If I have to crawl, Hercules, I'm leaving this valley."
Hercules nodded. "We'll leave first thing in the morning."
Hercules and Iolaus spent the rest of the day preparing. Deron insisted
that they take two of her best horses, to speed their journey home. She
made sure they had plenty of supplies, and warm blankets for those cold
nights sleeping on the ground.
The sun was only barely peeking into the valley when Hercules and Iolaus
mounted their horses. Hercules bent down and kissed Deron's cheek. "May
the Goddess go with you," he said.
"And with both of you," she smiled, putting a hand to his cheek
and smiling at Iolaus.
Hercules and Iolaus knew the people of the valley would have a rough road
ahead of them, but they were survivors, especially with Deron to advise
them. Now, it was time to return to their own families, who probably thought
they were dead by now.
As they turned their horses toward the pass out of the valley, the two heroes
looked at each other and grinned. They had survived again. Together.
*********************************************************************************************
Epilogue...
Alcmene stood on the parapet, eyes searching the horizon. She was thinking
about her boys. She remembered all the trouble they got into when they were
children. How Hercules had helped the smaller Iolaus to stand up to the
bullies in the town. And to survive his father's harsh treatment, as well.
And Iolaus had kept Hercules from becoming a too-solemn man, weighed down
by his differentness.
She smiled as she thought about the first time Iolaus had slipped and called
her mother. She had smiled and kissed his cheek and told him she was honored
He still called her that, sometimes. In many ways, she had been more of
a mother to him than his own.
Jason stepped up behind Alcmene and put his arms around her. "It's
been long enough, Jason. If they aren't here by morning, I'm going to Zeus
and demand he tell me...."
Jason's arms tightened around her. "I'm sure they're all right. Why
don't you come down and see our guests? The festival starts tomorrow, we're
all looking forward to having a good time."
"Iolaus wouldn't miss the harvest festival. It's his favorite time
of year.
He wouldn't let Hercules miss it, either. Oh, Jason!" She turned and
sobbed into his shoulder.
Jason didn't know how to comfort his wife. It had been months since they
heard anything of the two heroes. Even Xena and Gabrielle had heard nothing.
They had simply vanished.
Xena sat on the edge of the well and looked at Gabrielle. "I was really
hoping Iphicles would have heard something from them."
"I know. Xena, you don't think...I mean, if Ares or Hera had...had
succeeded in...."
"We'd know. They'd brag about it."
"What could've happened to them?"
Xena shook her head. "I don't know."
Iphicles sat in the council chamber, alone. He stared at the far wall, his
mind years away. He smiled as he remembered playing with Hercules and Iolaus,
fishing, roaming the hills of Thebes. He and Iolaus were the same age; Hercules
was two and a half years younger. The three of them had been so happy then,
and practically inseparable. Until his uncle had taken him away. At least
Hercules and Iolaus had each other. He'd been jealous for so long, had envied
their happiness. But now, he knew the kind of bond they had shared...did
share. He'd seen them in battle. It was like they could read each other's
minds.
Iphicles looked around as his wife appeared next to his chair. He took her
hand and smiled as she ran a hand through his hair. "They'll show up,
Iphicles."
"Will they? They've been gone so long, Rena, and there's been no word.
Men like Iolaus and my brother don't just disappear. They're not exactly
inconspicuous."
"I know. Have faith, Iphicles. Whatever trouble they're in, they're
in it together. Everyone knows they can handle anything together."
"And what if they're dead together?" he asked bitterly.
"Zeus would have told Alcmene." She kissed his cheek and left.
Alcmene awoke and sat up. Jason snored softly beside her. She rose and dressed,
then slipped from the room. The sun wasn't even up yet. The guest room door
was closed; Xena and Gabrielle were still asleep, too.
Alcmene padded silently down to the kitchen. As she neared it, she heard
someone moving around. Who was up this early? Had a thief gotten in? She
moved forward and peeked around the door.
Hercules laughed softly as Iolaus sat a platter laden with food on the table.
"You intend to eat all this?"
"I'm starving, Herc! Besides, it's your mother's cooking."
"Save some room for the festival foods."
"I always have room, you know that."
"You always were...a bottomless pit...Iolaus." Alcmene sobbed
and stepped into the room.
"Mother!" Hercules ran into her outstretched arms.
"Hercules!" Alcmene hugged him tight and kissed his cheek, then
turned to Iolaus. "What, no kiss from my other missing son?"
Iolaus laughed and hugged her, kissing her cheek. "We missed you, Mother,"
he whispered in her ear.
Laughing, Alcmene ran to the foot of the stairs. "Jason! Jason, get
out of that bed this instant! Xena, Gabrielle, get up and come down here,
right now!"
"Mother, what are you doing?" Hercules asked, grinning.
"Watch." She looked back to the top of the stairs as her husband
and guests appeared. "Will all of you hurry up, we have a festival
to go to!"
Jason, Xena, and Gabrielle took in Alcmene's laughing, happy eyes and the
smile on her face, looked at each other, and ran down the stairs. The three
of them stopped upon seeing Hercules and Iolaus.
"You're alive," Xena breathed. And then she was launching herself
into Hercules' arms, reaching out to grasp Iolaus' arm and drag him into
a hug. Gabrielle began to cry and went to Iolaus, hugging him tight and
kissing him, blushing with embarrassment, then turning to greet Hercules.
Jason also had warm, tight hugs for both men. Everyone began asking questions
at once.
"Whoa, wait a minute!" Hercules yelled, waving everyone to silence.
"We'll tell you what happened, but not now. Not until the whole family's
together."
"Then let's get going! Oh, Hercules, Iphicles is going to be so relieved
to see the two of you!"
The castle had barely begun to stir when one of the servants went to wake
Iphicles and Rena, saying their presence had been demanded by intruders
in the castle.
"Demanded, huh?" Iphicles dressed and got his sword, then went
to confront these 'intruders'.
"Do you always have to greet me with a sword in your hand?" came
Hercules' laughing voice.
Iphicles stared at Hercules and Iolaus open-mouthed for a moment. Then the
sword clanged to the floor as Iphicles and Hercules hugged each other tight.
Iphicles turned to Iolaus, who grinned at him. "I see you haven't lost
your crown yet. How do you keep up with that thing, anyway?"
"Easy. I let Rena take care of it."
"Smart man." The two old friends hugged each other. But Iphicles
hand brushed the wound in Iolaus' back, sending a stab of pain through him.
"Iolaus?" Iphicles asked as Iolaus' hands tightened on his arm.
"Iolaus!" Hercules moved to his side, his hands going to his waist,
a concerned look on his face.
Iolaus shot Hercules a nasty look. "I'm all right, it's just incredibly
tender and if you don't stop hovering over me, I'm going to hit you!"
He took a deep breath and let it out, grinning. "See? It's gone."
"I still say we shouldn't have ridden through the night. Two weeks
on horseback hasn't done that wound any good. You needed the rest."
"I needed to get home!"
"Enough!" said Alcmene sharply. "Now, I want to know where
the two of you have been for the last six months. And I want to hear it
all. No leaving anything out, do you hear me?"
The two heroes looked at her and meekly nodded. "Yes, ma'am,"
they chorused. Around them, their friends and family laughed. It was good
to be home.
Fini
Back to Chapter Two
Back to Chapter One
Return to Slash Fiction
Return to Home Page