The following is a bit of alternative fiction based on certain characters from the Xenaverse. It is not meant to infringe on anyone else's rights. If you don't agree or disapprove, please go read something else.
Xex Alert: Oh Boy Is There. .This is a Prurient Piece with a Bit of Kink (If you hear the crack of the whip then you'll be in the neighborhood) Proceed at your own risk. :)
Xena's expression was colder than the snow on Mount Olympus. She was sneering and her hand guided a sword's tip to the tenderest part of the man's body. He was shaking like a leaf saying, "But Xena we did the best we could. The pressure is too much."
"Yeah, well," she growled back, "you're best isn't good enough." Her arm twitched. She smiled evilly, "I'll see to it you don't ever have to worry about pressure again." The sword tip pressed further into the quivering warrior's belly. He whimpered and prepared to die.
"Xena." Gabrielle's gentle voice caused the warlord's head to whip around. Madness glimmered in the back of Xena's eyes. Part of the redhead noted the wreckage of the command tent. There was no place to sit, except for Xena's chair. Scrolls littered the floor. There were wine bottles that looked like they'd been flung to the edges of the tent.
She'd had it all worked out. She was going to apologize and everything would go back to the way .. .But she set aside the plans as she stepped further into the tent and braved her lover's wrath, "Where's Colchak?" That was a very important question to her at the moment as worry for her lover and worry for her friend vied for her attention.
"We had a disagreement." The sword tip still pressed into the vulnerable man's belly, but now Xena's attention was, mostly, on Gabrielle. So was his. He looked pleadingly at the Princess' consort. She would set it right, wouldn't she?
"And?" Gabrielle led as she bent to pick up a few stained scrolls. She would have heard if Colchak was dead, right? Xena hadn't quite gone there yet. Had she? No.
The sword tip dipped away, slicing off a button from the man's trousers. Xena stood up straighter. She looked pissed and hopeful at the same time, "He said he'd come back later when I was being reasonable."
"Oh." Gabrielle moved the tray of still hot food away from it's precariously balanced position. She set the cup upright, but didn't mop up the spill. She nodded toward the man, "You! Gafton, clean this up." He never been so happy to do a slave's bidding in his life. "Get Reina and Clifton in here and take care of this mess."
"Yes, Gabrielle." He responded as he practically ran to the table. Xena snorted. It was just like Gabrielle to know everyone's name. The sword now swung limply in Xena's hand. The bard moved to stand in front of the warrior and looked up, ignoring the man's hurried actions.
"You said you wouldn't do this," she said as she gazed with concern at her lover. Slender hands reached to touch. The words were more effective than a slap. Xena's eyes blazed with wrath and hurt.
The warrior yanked her arm away from Gabrielle's reach. "You shouldn't touch me if you think I'm such a monster," she spat. She turned from her mate and stalked to her chair. Gafton was hustling out of the tent while the getting was good. He'd come back later. Xena smirked, "What did they do, send you in to tame me?"
Gabrielle looked rueful, "Something like that." she admitted. It wouldn't help her case any to lie. "But that wasn't why I. . .came." She looked at the only remaining map on the table. She didn't have to see it to know they were close to Olympus. All she had to do was look outside and the outline of the massive peak could be seen. Something in her heart clenched as she looked at the map again. Gods. "How many?" she asked quietly.
Xena jammed the sword in the earthy floor. She looked something between disgusted and mournful, "twenty five hundred. It was," she drew in air and looked anywhere but at Gabrielle, "It was a trap." She finally looked at the bard, who was standing so far away. "I knew. I knew something was wrong, but I sent them anyway."
Gabrielle moved forward.
"Don't," the warrior said, "Just Don't." The bard stopped and knew with a vivid clarity that there was a line being crossed. A dangerous one.
Xena's hand twisted the pommel of the sword, drilling it slowly into the ground. "I *am* a monster," she admitted, to herself mostly. "I never used to feel it though. I never used to feel . . .their deaths. I could close away that part of it. Just count the numbers. Now I have you," she waved her free hand at Gabrielle, "write their parents and their wives and husbands and whoever was left behind to tell them all about it. And there's a part of me that thinks, 'who's going to till the fields this next year? If Yanni is gone, who will feed his family.'" Xena stood up abruptly and there was a fiery glint in her eye. "It's your fault."
Gabrielle tried to keep her breathing even, neutral, but she found it very difficult. Xena stalked towards her, paralyzing her prey with a stare so strong that the bard thought her knees would start to knock. "Your fault." Gabrielle found herself looking up and up and her breath caught. That wasn't blame she saw on Xena's face. It was hunger.
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