- Hey everyone. I'm completely new to writing fanfiction though I've
been reading it for years. I was hoping someone could possibly help
me with my Xena fic.
Here it is:
Copyright Disclaimer: Any and all characters referenced from the
Xenaverse belong to Renaissaince Pictures and their respective
parties. I don't own the characters otherwise we'd already have a
movie and the series would have never ended the way it did.
Sex, Violence, Language Warning: They will all be present and they
will probably be graphic. In specific reference to the sex portion of
the warning I will say that any descriptive sexual text will be
centered on that of the lesbian variety. If you like it, great. If
you don't, I don't want to hear about it.
Spoiler Warning: Post Friend in Need.
Pairing: Xena/Gabrielle, Sarah/???
Feedback: Please, please, Please send it to me. This is my first fic
ever and I'd really appreciate any comments or criticism that you have.
A Little Explanation: This fic does exist within the Xenaverse and
characters from the show will play a large part, but in essence it is
a spin off centering around a main character called Sarah. Hope you
Living in the Past:
Book 1-Ripples in the Water
The Little Green Stone
Modern Day Greece
Deep within the forest that once played home to the Ancient Greek
Amazons the sound of foot falls could be heard as Sarah led her small
contingency to what she hoped would be their next archaeological find.
Sarah was extremely young to be leading anyone around. At twenty two
she had only just graduated college a few months prior to the
excursion she was on now. She had her Aunts to thank for the means to
take on this search. Janice Covington and Mel Papas were two of the
most groundbreaking experts in their field. Because of their research
into the Xena Scrolls certain solid facts about history were being
questioned. Money poured in whenever they were willing to set up any
kind of dig, and now that neither Mel or Janice were staking out
themselves the job fell to Sarah who was more than happy to take over.
Sarah's youth gave her an edge that Mel and Janice had long lost due
to their responsibility to each other. For Sarah retrieving the
scrolls was the most important objective, and at many times putting
her life in danger was simply an acceptable risk.
She wiped sweat from the back of her neck with her handkerchief and
silently praised the fact that she'd decided to bring along her denim
jacket instead of the heavy leather one. The fedora she wore kept
most of the sun out of her eyes, but she still removed it every now
and then to let some heat rise from her light brown hair. She was
loathing the medium length of her hair right now. It was just long
enough to add more heat to the back of her neck, but too short to pull
back out of the way. She was surprised no one had started to
complain. The two native boys she hired were carrying all the gear
and yet they were silent as she and her partner Jake continued to
search for one specific cave. It must have seemed comical to the two
Greeks to see this girl in charge not only of them, but her stalky six
foot tall American companion as well.
The cave they were looking for would most likely look like all the
other caves they had searched through in the last week, which was what
make it so hard to find. With so very little information known about
the Amazons it was possible that the group was not even in the right
part of the forest. Whether or not the entrance they were approaching
now would lead them to the next Xena scroll was pretty much a crap
shoot. But with twelve other caves behind them, numbers were becoming
more and more on their side. She adjusted her aunt's hat on her short
auburn hair and looked the entrance up and down. Sweat was rolling
into her cool blue eyes and she was growing tired of exploring caves
that led them nowhere.
"I think this is the one." She said to Jake. Sarah was lucky in the
sense that her right hand man was not only one of the most promising
up and coming archaeologists in the field, but also her best friend.
"Yeah, I can see where you would think that since it only looks like
every second cave we've come across in the last week." His wit
usually served to lighten her mood, but right now it was an irritation.
"Come on, just humor me for this one and then we'll break for lunch."
She shot back with a hint of fatigue in her voice.
"Fine, but if you're wrong I get dibs on all the ham sandwiches and
you get the goat cheese." He countered with a smirk, knowing that the
ham sandwiches were his anyway considering the fact that Sarah hadn't
eaten meat in the last five years.
"Deal." She said as they broke out their flashlights and ventured inside.
They surveyed the walls first, looking for any kind of crack or
crevice that could indicate a door. The two local boys just paced
around waiting for them to finish up; they were both hungry.
"Find anything?" Sarah asked.
Jake chuckled, "Yeah, I did. I just decided not to tell you about it."
She rolled her eyes and continued to search. After a couple of
minutes she heard a grunt come from one of the boys followed by the
crash of their back pack. She turned and noticed that he had fallen
on the ground, and went to see if he was injured.
"Hey are you, ok?" She asked as he was picking himself up.
"Yes miss, I'm sorry, I tripped on something." He said.
She looked around on the ground to find the cause of the problem to be
what looked like the vine of a tree coming from the ground. It seemed
rather strange though, considering there were no trees in here. Upon
further inspection she noticed that the "vine" was metal. She tried
lifting it, and felt a little give, but could not pull up much farther.
"Jake, come over here." She said as she began to dig through the dirt
covering the metal, as Jake arrived to help her out. Once all of the
dirt was gone they realized it was the metal piece was a handle to a
hatch that was held together by locked chains.
"You are so lucky I subscribe to a cruelty free diet, otherwise your
ass would be eating goat cheese, my friend." She said as she reached
into one of their packs looking for a pick axe.
"This could be anything. The locals could have used it for an armory,
or a fallout shelter." He said skeptically.
Sarah took out a large dusting brush and swept the dirt from the top
of the panel, revealing a statement in ancient Greek lettering.
"May this sacred place only be entered by those of Amazon blood." She
read. "Still think it's a fallout shelter?"
"Well then why was it so easy to find?" He asked.
"You call traipsing around these jungles for a week easy? The hard
part was looking through cave after cave of nothing but bat shit and
animal carcasses." She said as she swung the pick axe down on the
lock; after a several solid swings the lock was breached. After
opening the hatch Sarah swiftly removed her pack and shone a
flashlight in the dark entrance.
"Give me a lantern; I don't trust batteries in dark, creepy passages."
She said to one of the boys. She hooked the lantern on her arm and
climbed down the old rickety ladder. Once on the ground she held up
her arms for her pack; Jake tossed it to her before following suit
down the ladder.
"Aren't you worried about that warning on the hatch door?" He asked,
knowing her skepticism would paint her answer with sarcasm.
"Curses only work if you give credence to them. It's about the
person, not magic." She said as she lit the lantern and started
surveying the area.
The small corridor was dark and had a musty scent. Just a few feet
in front of them stood an altar of some sort. It was almost phallic
in shape, which made Sarah smile at the irony. A few yards beyond
that lay a split in the corridor.
"So, you take right, I'll take left?" Jake said as he started moving
"Whoa, whoa!" Sarah said, stopping him abruptly.
"Whoa, what?" He asked in confusion.
"That cylinder is there for a reason; it's not like it's roping off
anything." She looked around and spotted a rock about the size of her
fist on the ground and threw it past the marker. As soon as the rock
touched the ground a healthy amount of darts shot out from the left
side of the wall.
"Not a curse, huh?" Jake asked cynically.
"It's a floor trap, moron. If any pressure is applied to the floor
the same thing is going to happen. But there's gotta be a way to
disarm it." She said as she looked closer.
Sarah walked up to the cylinder and examined it more closely. There
was an inscription at the base, and what looked like a button at the
very top of the structure.
"What's it say?" Jake asked.
"Same thing as the entrance hatch." Sky answered as she rubbed the
back of her neck. "I'm guessing that to pass through without being
harmed you have to prove you're of Amazon blood."
"Ha ha; you've got to bleed on that top part, otherwise we can't get
in." Jake said in jest.
"Yeah right. The Amazons may have set up the darts, but there's no
way this thing knows the difference between water and blood." She
said while opening her canteen and turning it upside down over the top
of the cylinder. They waited a second and nothing happened.
"Still so sure about that curse?" Jake asked.
"Maybe nothing's supposed to happen." She said.
"Well if you're so sure, why don't you take a stroll down the hall?"
He said with a grin, knowing she wouldn't do it. Sarah's pride only
went so far; it almost never asserted itself over her intelligence.
"Fine." She said and started walking right past the column. With one
foot raised over the invisible threshold she thought for a second and
then pulled back.
"Proving you wrong just isn't worth risking my life." She said while
walking back and grabbing a rock. "Besides, I do it so often you must
have a complex by now, and I wouldn't want to completely ruin your
"Right" He said before she tossed the rock and barbs shot out again.
"Shit!" Sky exclaimed at the unfortunate luck they were having. Jake
just chuckled; he knew he didn't have to say a word.
"There is no fucking way that this piece of stone is going to keep me
from going in this cave." She said before she started applying her
body weight to the stone's top. Still nothing happened.
"I'm telling you, that thing specifically said Amazon blood. Not
heritage, not origin; blood. And I certainly ain't one of them." He
patted her back. "Look, you truly believe that you're Aunt Janice is
a descendant of Gabrielle and Gabrielle was an Amazon. So, however
thinned out it may be now, you have Amazon blood too."
The girl sighed in defeat. Whether or not it was the most plausible
course of action, it did seem like the only one available. With a
growl Sarah unsheathed her knife from the holster under her jacket and
walked toward the stone structure. With her free hand she located the
Zippo in her pocked and pulled it out for sterilization. Sarah looked
from the blade to her hand and inwardly cringed.
"How much blood do you think it needs? Do you think maybe a finger
prick will do the job?" She asked Jake with trepidation.
"Nah, it looks like more than that. Just do like the guys in the
movie: cut your palm and squeeze." He said as he rummaged through his
pack for the first aid kit.
"Oh Jesus Christ, this is stupid." She said to herself before placing
the blade against her open palm. Sarah then closed her eyes, took a
big breath and swiftly dragged the knife against her skin.
"Aaahhhhaaaaaa, fuck!" She shrieked. Blood started escaping from the
wound. During the process she had pulled away from the pedestal and
she felt Jake moving her hand over the top of it.
"Hey, don't waste your blood. Hold it right there and squeeze a
little bit. I've got the bandages ready."
She breathed hard as the blood pooled over the stone, the pain was so
overpowering she didn't notice the center of the pedestal lowering.
Jake pulled her back and quickly started to clean the wound.
"Owww, easy with the alcohol." She whined.
"Oh will you get over it. It's barely a flesh wound." He said.
"Says Monty Python." She quipped.
Jake quickly finished wrapping the bandage up so they could go see
what was going on with the trap. Upon approaching it they noticed
that the very top part that looked like a button had sunk in. But it
was slowly moving back up.
"Oh shit, you don't think it's on a timer do you?" He asked as Sarah
went to retrieve a rock. She swiftly tossed it on the ground in front
of them and nothing happened with the darts. She moved back to the
pedestal and made a decision to run for it. Just as she lurched
forward Jake stopped her with his hand.
"Are you crazy? Even if you make it to the split you won't have a way
out." He said quickly.
Pulling away from him she said, "I know, that's why you're going to
stay behind. Don't argue with me, I don't have much time." And with
that she ran quickly down the corridor. Feeling light headed from the
loss of blood wasn't helping her, but Sarah figured she still had
enough time if she sprinted. Jake's entire body tensed as his eyes
went from the cylinder to his friend. When the button finally popped
back up he screamed for Sarah. Her foot hit the ground for the last
time after the timer went off, which sent the darts flying. Luckily
she moved out of the way before any of them hit her. After stopping
she turned around to address Jake.
"Hey, I'm ok. They didn't get me." She said.
"Oh good, exactly what do you plan on doing now?" He said, angry.
"There has to be another way out of here. Turn on your radio and wait
outside the cave, I'll keep in contact and if anything happens, send
for help. Can you do that?" She asked.
"You can't just go in there by yourself, what " He said before she cut
"Look I've already made the decision and it isn't as if I can go back
now. Just do what I said." She yelled.
"Fine!" He said with frustration as he climbed out of the cave.
"Walkie check." He said into the radio.
"I hear you loud and clear." Sarah said back.
The two boys were a little confused to see just one person come out of
the ground and the question showed in their eyes.
"Women." Jake said in answer. "Don't ever let them get the upper
hand, cuz they'll steal your piece of the action."
Sarah was not exactly sure how great of an idea it was to do this on
her own, but she wasn't about to let Jake know that either. After an
exasperated sigh she held up the lantern and read the inscription
above each path. The left side said "For those who would know the
past", and the right said" For those who would see the past".
"What? Why do these things always have to be so cryptic?" She asked
herself, before pulling a coin out of her pocket. It was her lucky
Susan B. Anthony. She kissed it before flipping it in the air,
calling heads left and tails right. After it fell back down she
caught it and opened her hand.
"Guess, I'm gonna know the past."
The dark corridor was filled with Amazonian symbols paying tribute to
Queen Gabrielle. The art work was a welcome sight to sky and it
calmed her a little, however, the insects that had found solace in the
cave did not give her comfort, so she hurried up the path. The ground
seemed to incline as she progressed, and after walking for a few
minutes she finally saw an opening at the end of the tunnel. The
opening led her into a small rounded chamber. Once inside she saw a
chest at the very back of the room. It was locked, but that would not
be an issue. Sarah could slip into Fort Knox if she really wanted to,
a two-thousand year old lock would pose no problem at all. She
retrieved her picks from her cargo pocket and started working at her
obstacle. Jake decided to check in on her at that moment.
"Sarah, you doing ok?" He said over the walkie.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I think I found the scrolls, I just have to pick
open the chest then I'll find a way out." She answered back.
"Did you go down both paths?" He asked.
"No, but there's definitely something down the other one. If this
chest doesn't hold the scrolls I'll head down that way. Over and
out." She said
After working at the lock for a minute or so the top part easily
separated from the bottom. Sarah lifted open the chest and beheld
about twenty different scrolls.
"Jackpot." She said, and started packing them in her bag. As soon as
the chest was empty light poured in from the ceiling and a ladder fell
down for her escape. She smiled and went over to investigate. This
exit must lead to the other side of the cave. But what about the
right hand fork? She weighed her chances carefully, and decided to
head back down the path. As soon as she set foot out of the room she
heard a crumbling noise coming from behind her. As she turned to see
what it was the crumbling became even louder followed by a hissing
sound. Water was pushing through the rock somehow, and soon it would
fill the entire cave. Sarah started sprinting to the other side right
before she heard the bottom fall out. Water started slowly cascading
towards her, but soon it was at her knees. By the time she made it
down the other corridor it was at her waist.
She scanned the room and found it to be just like the other side; so,
in theory, all she had to do was open the chest and an escape hatch
would appear. She fumbled in her pocket for the picks and a
flashlight then started on the lock. The water had risen to her chest
now and she couldn't see anything because the lantern had gone out.
Taking a breath, Sarah went under the water for a closer look at what
she was doing. I was much harder to pick the lock when she couldn't
hear what was going on inside it. She put her head closer to the
metal and tried to work like that. Finally the top popped loose and
she quickly opened the chest. Inside was a huge green stone. Sarah
had no idea what it was, but decided that there would be time to think
about that later. She secured it in her jacket and resurfaced. The
water was almost to the ceiling now, and there was no sign of a ladder
or and opening.
"Shit." She swore while looking at the ceiling for any variation in
the rock. She saw what looked like a large patch of mud and started
digging at it with her bare hands. It fell away pretty quickly and
then there was metal. The water had almost completely filled the
room. Sarah scrambled to find the ladder so she could use it for
leverage. After pulling it down she inverted her body while holding
the ladder and started kicking the door. After a few kicks she was
getting tired and out of breath. Luckily it angered her and added
force to her kicks and finally she managed to force open the door.
She pulled herself back into an upright position and made her way
through the exit.
Gasping for air she rolled off the side of the cave and onto the
ground. She patted her jacket pocket to ensure the stone was still
there and was happy to feel the new lump. The scrolls she knew were
safe. She learned the hard way to line her backpack with plastic in
case of unforeseeable events that involved water. Eating soggy
sandwiches for a week will make anyone precautious. She smiled and
breathed a sigh of relief before heading back to the others.
"What the hell happened to you?" Jake asked when he saw Sarah
approach them soaked to the bone.
"Apparently the Amazons felt that the person who entered the cave
should only go down one path. I sure showed them. Hey boys, why
don't you set up camp? We're going to need plenty of time to
celebrate before we head back to town tomorrow." She said with a
smile while she sat down on a near by rock and took off her boots.
"So what did you find?" Jake asked.
"Well in the first chest I found the scrolls, but in the second chest
there was this rock." She said pulling the green stone from her
jacket pocket. "I'm not really sure what it is; maybe a sacred stone
of the Amazons, possibly some treasure that they hid from invaders.
You're the treasure hunter, what do you make of it?" She asked Jake,
knowing that he had more knowledge of valuable materials.
He took the stone from her and examined it. Pulling out his
spectroscope lens he took a look at the more elusive aspects of the rock.
"Well it's definitely not precious, and it's scratched all to hell."
He continued to observe holding his specimen higher in the air. "It
gives off some weird color patterns though. Maybe it's worth
something." He said tossing it back to Sarah.
She caught it with ease and stared into the dark corners. She had not
come across anything in previous scrolls about a sacred stone other
than the Exion stone; but that was more likely a myth than actual
fact. Maybe the answer was in the new scrolls. Sarah could not wait
to find out. She walked over to where the camp was being set up and
reached in one of the satchels for a bottle of wine and two cigars.
"Time to celebrate!" She said to Jake after handing him the cigar and
uncorking the wine. She reached in her pocket for her Zippo, but
remembered that it would not work as soon as it had been retrieved.
Jake smiled and pulled out a book of matches to light the cigars.
Sarah took a long drag of the sweet tobacco and let it back out.
After taking a swig of the wine she offered the bottle to Jake. He
shook his head and reached into his own sack, showing off a bottle of
"I can't stand that crap you drink." He said with a smile.
"You just don't have refined taste." Sarah swished the merlot in her
mouth and swallowed, welcoming the warm, cozy feeling that would soon
The sun was just setting over the horizon and everyone in the camp was
busy preparing for the night ahead. Once the fire was going and the
meal had been eaten Sarah settled in and propped herself up against a
rock and started scanning the scrolls for anything about the stone.
Jake came over to see what she was doing and plopped down beside her;
the half finished bottle of alcohol in hand.
"Whatcha doin? Reading already?" He slurred, and Sarah smiled at him.
"Nah, I'm just trying to see if I can find out anything about the
rock. I'd like to know what it is, so I can tell Aunt Janice when we
"Well, don't get your hopes up that it's worth anything. It didn't
look special to me." He took another swig and scowled.
"Yeah, but you know that's not important to me. It's the history of
the stone that I care about. You've got the whole Indiana Jones
`fortune and glory' thing. For me, it's all about the history. These
are my ancestors; I want to know what they did with their lives."
"You're starting to sound like your Aunt now." He paused and changed
voices to mimic Janice Covington, "Oh Sarah, don't you see how
important this is. Xena and Gabrielle were heroes. We have to find
everything ever written about them, your Aunt Mel would have
wanted .." He stopped quickly with that last statement, cursing the
alcohol for loosening his tongue. "I'm sorry Sarah, I didn't mean to ."
"It's ok, Jake." She said as she looked away from him into the fire.
Mel had died about a year ago, and both Sarah and Janice took things
pretty hard. Janice and Mel had taken Sarah in when she was just a
baby. Her mother died in child birth and no one really knew who the
father was. Since it was impossible for Janice and Mel to have
children of their own Sarah was like a gift from the gods to them.
They told her stories of ancient Greece and the warrior woman who
changed the world. Mel taught her how to read the old text and Janice
taught her how to fight and ride horses. As time went by they took
her on a couple of expeditions, that's how she met Jake. He was the
son of one of the archaeologists on the digs. They had gotten in
trouble many times for going into the sites to find the scrolls.
Sarah knew Janice and Mel were getting older and less adept to
escaping traps than she was, so on many occasions she leapt into the
fray before either of them had the chance. It always garnered the
same results; Janice would be furious and not speak to her for a
couple of days, but Mel would soften up and together they would read
the scrolls that had been secured on the trip.
Mel got sick right before the last trip out was scheduled to leave.
Janice was going to cancel it, but Mel insisted that someone go. They
argued about it well into the night, before Sarah had enough. She
stepped in the room and told them both that the obvious solution was
for them to send her and Jake. They were going to end up doing the
dangerous work anyway, so the decision was really already made.
Janice did not even fight it. She knew how important those scrolls
were to Mel, and she could not bear to leave her side. Janice took
Sarah to the airport where they met up with Jake. She gave them a
laundry list of things not to do, and of course they did every one of
them. She told Jake to board the plane so that she could talk with
Sarah in private. Once they were alone it was so hard for her to look
into the young girls deep blue eyes, they looked just like Mel's.
"You know the only reason you're going right now is because it means
so much to Mel." She said to Sarah and received a nod in response.
Now it was the young girl who could not meet Janice's eyes. The older
woman knew it was because they were filling with tears, but she forced
them to look at her anyway.
"Listen to me! Those scrolls have been our entire life's work, but
they are nothing more than scraps of old dirty paper compared to you.
You are going to Greece in one piece and you are going to come back
to us that way. Mel would never forgive herself if something happened
to you and I won't let her live whatever life she has left felling
that guilt." She wiped away the tears that were falling down the
girls cheeks then pulled back a little.
"Now," Janice said as she pulled her hat off her head and placed it on
Sarah's. "This is my favorite hat. I've worn it on every expedition
and I've returned with it every time. It will keep you safe, but you
have to bring it back."
Sarah nodded then grabbed her Aunt in a fierce hug.
"I love you. I'll make you both proud of me when I come back." She
said then let go. Grabbing her stuff she quickly went through the
gate and wiped her tears away before boarding the plane. She knew she
would make it back, she just hoped it would be in enough time for Mel.
Sarah was brought back from her reverie by Jake who was still trying
to apologize to her about the slip. She decided to simply change the
"Do you remember that last trip out to the temple of Aphrodite?" She
Jake thought for a minute, then smiled. "How could I forget, you
worked us so hard that I almost didn't sign on this time. I think the
locals were plotting to kill you. And those scrolls; God, they were
"Yeah, I thought so too. I mean, I know that a lot of the stuff
Gabrielle wrote was beefed up a bit with fantasy, but I don't know
what she was thinking with the whole Eve thing. I hated that little
twerp." She said with a chuckle
"Yeah, me too. The scrolls totally weren't worth the crap we had to
go through to get them." Jake slurred.
"Aunt Mel thought so; she loved them. All she did once I got back was
read. I sat down with her most of the time, listening to her
translate. Eve was the main reason she liked them. She loved the
idea of Xena and Gabrielle having a child together; however annoying
that child was." She joked.
Taking the last swig from her wine bottle she stood up to go to bed.
She had one last thing to say before she retired to her sleeping bag.
"I think it was those scrolls that kept her going the last few days.
She had to make sure that they were all going to be ok; even the
twerp." The last words were said with her back to Jake. She entered
her tent wearing a smile and a tear, then passed out.
The plane ride home was not the pleasant and rejuvenating experience
that Sarah hoped it would be. That was mainly due to the fact that
she ended up reading the last few scrolls. Sarah was always one of
those people who skipped to the end of the book to see what was going
to happen. She hated the suspense of waiting, and a lot of time that
robbed her of the joy of the surprise. No, Sarah was right to the
point about pretty much everything. So, as Jake snored softly in her
ear she read the terrible tale of Xena's demise in Japa. How could
this happen? How could she just walk away from Gabrielle like that?
Anger and rage filled her as she tried to sit still in her chair.
Xena died because she believed that the souls could not be at piece
without the forfeit of her life. She did not fall in battle or ride
off with her bard. She faded away without a fight because of some
Begrudgingly she picked up the last scroll, hoping that maybe there
was at least something about the stone in it since there obviously no
hope for a happy ending. She was surprised when she found that it was
not one of Gabrielle's stories, but a letter she had written to Xena.
Sarah checked the dates one more time to make sure she had not
ordered the scrolls wrong, but indeed it was written after Xena's
death in Japa. Intrigued, she read on.
I don't even know where to begin. I am a bard and it feels as if it
is impossible to say what I need to with words. I guess it doesn't
matter how I say any of this. I don't even know why I'm writing it,
so I guess there's no need to be eloquent. Xena, Eve is dead. When I
returned from Japa I went straight to Amphipolis to put your body to
rest with your family. It was there that I was approached by a
messenger from Chin. Eve was trying to stop a massive civil war in
the country, but she was captured by the rebel army. They thought she
was working with the Chin army, and that her pleas for peace were just
a trick. They threatened to kill her if the Emperor's Army did not
release the prisoners of war. I traveled as fast as I could to save
her, but I was too late. She was killed days before I made it to
Chin, her body impaled in some desolate courtyard for all to see. I
fell to my knees and screamed for you, but you never came. Finally I
took the Eve's lifeless body from the spear just as some stragglers
from the rebel army were passing through. They tried to stop me from
taking her home and the rage in me was released. The first few I
killed quickly, but as the reality of my world came crashing down I
became less and less sympathetic. I left the last soldier there in
excruciating pain, I don't know if he died before the vultures came.
I burned Eve's body just as I had burned yours. I thought about how
I was too late again; about how I couldn't save either of you. But
mostly I thought about the emptiness of my soul since you left me.
Now that Eve is gone I have no one left in this world. It was then
that Ares came to me. I expected him to kill me then and there;
angered by the failure that outlived his two best warriors. But he
didn't do that. Instead he offered me the chance to harness my pain,
to unleash my fury. He told me he could relieve me of the need to
feel your touch, and replace it with a lust for him. He told me that
he wanted me, and that unlike you he would never leave me behind for
someone from the past. It was that line that almost got me. The
agony of watching you leave me so many times for someone else was a
memory that never left me. I almost took his outstretched hand, the
pull was so powerful. Instead I reached down for the sai in my boot
and shoved it through the offered appendage. Even in death I could
never leave you, and I hoped my refusal would force his wrath to send
me to you. His anger was fierce, but not fierce enough. He beat me
to a pulp and screamed at me to fight back, but I wouldn't. I had
It was my pacifism that ultimately saved my life. He wouldn't give
me the peace I desired, and with a bolt of lightning he was gone. I
guess it's better this way. I'm here now, in Amphipolis. I put Eve's
ashes right next to yours, and now I hope the God of Eli will forgive
me for joining you both.
I love you Xena, and no matter where you leave me to go, I will follow
All my heart,
"Goddamnit!" Sarah swore loudly. She heard a plethora of gasps at
her outbursts. A few of the parents on the plane covered the ears of
their children and shot daggers her way.
"Sorry." She said as she shrunk down into her seat. The stewardess
came by and asked if she needed anything and was answered with a
request for the strongest drink on the plane. Jake awoke from the
commotion and asked Sarah what was going on.
"You remember how pissed you were about putting in so much effort last
time to retrieve some shitty scrolls?" She said as she accepted her
"Yeah." Jake replied in an all too knowing tone.
"Well the bad news is that you're going to be even more pissed off
this time." She took a draught from the glass and squinted her eyes
at the burning liquid. "The good news is that you don't ever have to
worry about it happening again." Before he had a chance to stop her,
Sarah let the rest out.
"Gabrielle and Xena are dead, these were the last scrolls left to find."
Jake was silent for a minute, and then chastised Sarah for ruining the
ending before he had a chance to hear about it in full detail. They
argued for a few minutes about her compulsive blabbering problem when
it came to surprises. Then quit when they started to rehash the
"Sixth Sense fight", they knew the language that followed that one was
not suitable for the plane. Jake turned towards the window and
drifted back to sleep.
Sarah just sat there with her head in her hand.
How am I supposed to show this to Aunt Janice?
Janice Covington rocked softly in her chair on the front porch, with
a cup of coffee in hand. Sarah would be arriving any minute now with
the new scrolls, and she did not know if it was the girl or the
parchment she was more excited about seeing. She was not used to
waiting around for the finds, but her age was catching up with her.
Honestly, since Mel passed on she didn't have the heart to make the
trips anymore. But the excitement was still there. Her great niece
had already informed her of the green stone found in the tomb and she
had been combing through their archives for some clue as to what it
was. Sarah seemed to think that maybe it was the fabled Exion stone,
but Janice had another theory. She was pulled from her thoughts by
the sound of the horn on Jake's Jeep. He and Sarah both were yelling
and waving out the window, welcoming themselves back.
Janice stood and made her way down the stairs and got the wind knocked
out of her when the girl met her in a hug.
"Oh, it's so good to see you, sweetie. I missed you so much." The
older woman said as she pulled out of the hug to take a better look at
"Well you look like you're all in one piece. Jake, did she behave
"Only when she was in the cave; the rest of the time she was a regular
"Whatever." Sarah said as she lightly slapped him with her left hand.
Unfortunately Janice noticed the bandage and quickly grabbed at the
appendage to examine the wound.
"Now, before you freak out let me just say that it's not that bad, and
I did it on purpose." She said, preparing for the chastisement.
"You did it on purpose? What happened, did you get bored and decide
to take a stab at self mutilation?" The older woman asked.
"No, nothing like that." She said, leading everyone inside. "There
was this weird lock in the cave that required the spilling of Amazon
blood. I'm still not sure how they rigged it, but I had to bleed a
little to get the damn thing open."
They made their way into the study and Sky started laying out the
scrolls. Janice decided the cut was small enough not to give her a
hard time. Instead, she asked about the stone that she had been
researching for the past few days. Sky retrieved it from a locked
briefcase that they had boarded the plane with and handed it to her
"Jake's already taken a look at it, and he's fairly certain that it's
not worth much." Sarah said then questioned her Aunt. "So I'm
guessing that you didn't find anything about it in the scroll
"Actually I have an idea about that, but I didn't get it from the Xena
scrolls. Now that I've seen it I'm almost positive that it isn't the
Exion stone, but it may hold some other importance to the time." She
stared deep into the stone, her stomach fluttered at the idea that her
research was correct. "Let's not worry about it now; you two have
come a long way. We'll have dinner and discuss the findings tomorrow
after I've had a chance to look over the new scrolls."
"Sounds good to me, I haven't had a decent meal since before we left
the states. Sarah can't cook for shit." Jake said only half joking.
"Oh believe me I know, she tried to cook me a birthday dinner one time
and I couldn't even sneak pieces to the dog and pretend like I had
eaten it." Janice said with a wry grin.
Sarah was going to reply, but she had also been stuck with eating her
own cooking before, and she knew she didn't have a leg to stand on.
After sleeping till noon the next day Sarah was awakened by a very
rambunctious old woman. Janice was nearly bouncing on the bed,
yelling something about "finding the stone". Groggy, she followed her
into the study where there were books and scrolls everywhere.
"Jesus, this place is a mess! Have you been working in here all
night?" Sarah asked.
Janice completely ignored the question and went straight into the
details of her night's work.
"I had this theory about the stone, but I couldn't quite be sure until
I saw it. You see there was always this gap between scrolls in their
third year together and that gap also shows up with Hercules and
Iolas. Then I put two and two together and got the answer. This
worthless rock you found is actually the chronostone." She said with
Sarah furrowed her brow and scratched her head as she tried to
understand exactly what Janice was trying to explain. She figured the
first step was to remember what history had said about the chronostone.
"Ok, let's back up a bit." She said as she started to pace. "The
chronostone was the one that Calisto used to go back in time and kill
Hercules. It has the power to send someone to the past and then back
to the present. The original chronostone was destroyed in an
unfortunate accident involving a wagon. The alternate chronostone was
destroyed in the explosion at Alcamede's farm. So there was another
stone hidden somewhere?"
"No, that's the thing. Hercules and Iolas knew that the world was
better off believing that the stone was destroyed, but it was far too
important to actually get rid of it." Janice continued to answer.
"So, when they told people the story they changed it up a little in
the end. The stone was never destroyed in the blast. Iolas had it
the entire time, and once everything settled down a bit he took off on
a mission to entrust it to Xena. He knew she would find a safe place
"And Gabrielle simply refused to write about it as well?" Sarah
asked, skepticism evident in her tone.
"Well that part is unclear. You see, I suspect that Xena met up with
Iolas right around the time Gabrielle visited the temple of Mnemosyne.
She made up some mission to tell Gabrielle about so that no one could
ever force an answer out of the bard if the stone was found out. And
the timing fits perfectly because Xena was gone for approximately the
same number of days it would take to reach the Amazons and entrust
them with the stone." She moved to grab one of her books, then
"And look at this," She said pointing to an old drawing "This is an
ancient drawing of the chronostone in a scepter. It's identical to
the stone we now have."
Sarah studied the book, amazed at the resemblance. How awesome would
it be to actually have found the chronostone? It would be like the
crusaders actually finding the Holy Grail.
"This is remarkable, Aunt Janice. I can't believe it."
"Neither can I, I mean can you imagine that in this very room we have
a device that can transcend the fabric of time?" The older woman said
"You mean a device that is fabled to transcend the fabric of time."
She said and then looked toward Janice who seemed less than happy with
that assumption. "That is what you mean right?"
"How can you always be so skeptical of the truth in the Xena scrolls?
I've told you my own account of what happened in the tomb of Ares.
Things that are impossible, but yet still happened. Do you not
believe me?" She said disapprovingly.
"Calm down Aunt Jan, of course I believe you. There are just certain
things that could have happened to have caused all of that. You could
have been hallucinating due to bad food or poor ventilation. But you
can't honestly tell me that you think that this rock can take you back
in time." She waited for a reply from the older woman, but only
received a stern look of aggravation. "Can you?"
"Sarah, I want you to think back to when you were a child. You were
so young and full of wonder at the world that you believed every story
told to you. Including the ones about Xena." She paused as Sarah
attempted to humor her request by closing her eyes.
"Just imagine that you had the chance to go back and meet them. To
change the fate that befell them in those last few scrolls. You could
set things right; save Xena, Gabrielle and Eve. Wouldn't the mere
possibility be enough to make you pour what's left of your hope into
Sarah opened her eyes and automatically went on the defensive.
"You make me sound like the most cynical twenty-two year old alive."
"You are the most cynical twenty-two year old alive. I don't even
know why you bother looking for the scrolls if you don't believe in
them." She said with dismay.
"I bother because it means so much to you and ." She noticed the slip
and tried to recover " .and to me. Those scrolls have been my life
since I was a little girl. Just because I don't believe in time
travel doesn't mean that I haven't devoted myself to this mission."
Janice could see that Sarah was hurt by her last comment. The truth
was that if you asked anyone when Sarah lost her wonder at the world
it was after Mel died. Her niece didn't think she knew it, but Janice
found out that on the trip out for the fifth set of scrolls Sarah took
a detour after they'd found the scrolls. She pushed the team extra
hard in an attempt to find the fabled ambrosia. Jake told Janice
about the events that transpired. They searched cave after cave in
the Greek countryside and found nothing. Sarah wouldn't sleep; she
would just look for whatever clue the scrolls held that would lead her
to the fruit of the gods. Jake finally convinced her to come home,
telling her that she was wasting time that Mel did not have, reminding
her of how important the scrolls were to the dying woman. He said
that you could almost see it escaping from her eyes. A girl that once
believed in the magic of the gods no longer believed in anything
except the fact that someone she loved more than life was going to
die, and there was nothing she could do about it. They came home the
next day with the scrolls. And like Janice, Sarah didn't leave the
house until the end.
"I'm sorry baby, c'mere." Janice said, internally scolding herself
for the rash remark she'd made. Sarah begrudgingly moved in for the
offered hug and then stepped back with a sigh. She sad down on the
desk and grabbed the item of discussion.
"What exactly would you have me do if by some miracle we could use
this?" She said, examining the emerald depths of the stone.
"Well I'm sure that you've seen the last few scrolls and the
unacceptable events that happened. I'm telling you I don't think
those idiot television writers could have thought up a worse ending."
That got a laugh out of Sky, so Janice continued glad that the
tension was easing.
"This isn't the way things should have been. Xena and Gabrielle
belonged together. They should have settled down and grown old;
learned the joys of bickering and the comfort of stability. Eve
should have had the chance to spread the message of Eli. I'm telling
you we could have a whole other arc to the Judeo-Christian-Islamic
story." She was interrupted at that juncture.
"Look pitching me the chance to save Eve is not the best way to earn
my acceptance. She was annoying, hypocritical, and not to mention
self righteous. That was probably the only part of the last scroll
that I didn't cringe at."
"But Sarah don't you see. There is so much bloodshed between the
different sects of those three religions. What if the teachings of
Eli could bind them together? Wars that have been ongoing for
thousands of years could be erased."
"Do you hear what you are saying? You're talking about changing huge
events throughout history. War is a way of life for some of these
people. We don't know what would happen if that were to change.
Things could even be worse."
"But they could also be better." Janice proceeded. "Look you don't
even believe in any of these religions, so wouldn't a world where they
didn't cause so much loss be better? Innocent people wouldn't die for
"Now you're just catering to my agnostic side." She said with a half
"Don't you want to see them? Don't you want to see the heroes you
read about your whole life?"
Sky smiled. "I have. I saw them everyday."
Janice's eyes teared up. "Don't you want to save them? I know the
pain Gabrielle went through, but I had so much more time with Mel.
Don't you want to give them that?"
"Look, Aunt Janice, I know it sucks that things ended this way. It
really does. But I gotta say that if by some miracle that stone could
take people back in time there are a lot of other catastrophic events
that I believe merit more of a chance to change than the death of
Xena, Gabrielle and Eve." Sarah said as delicately as she could.
Janice thought for a second then piped back in.
"What about the fact that if this scroll tells the truth then there
would have been no one left to carry on the blood line? Mel and I
were descended from Xena and Gabrielle; they didn't leave behind any
children, so my very existence could be hanging in the balance. Maybe
that's why you found the stone. You were always supposed to find the
stone so that you could save them all and Mel and I could be born."
"Now you're really reaching for a reason." Sarah said skeptically.
"Oh come on Sarah, what could it hurt, really? I'm an old woman who
is only asking her most beloved niece " Janice said before being
"Your only niece." Sarah added.
"Ok, I'm asking my only niece to do this one thing that would make me
They stared at each other for a few moments before Sarah made a last
ditch attempt to thwart Janice's advance.
"How can you be so sure it will even work?" She asked. It wasn't
that Sarah wasn't willing to humor her Aunt by trying out the stone.
It was the aftermath of the disappointment she was worried about.
"Because last night while you were asleep I tried it." Janice said
with consternation awaiting Sarah's response.
The girl honestly didn't know how to respond. What does she mean she
tried it? Has she gone insane? Is it Alzheimer's? God, what if
she's losing her mind.
"What do you mean you tried it?" Sarah asked.
Janice was quiet for a few seconds as a small smile crossed her face.
She then proceeded to pull out Sarah's digital camera. After
pressing a few buttons she handed it to the girl who glanced at the
image box then looked up stunned. It was a picture of Mel and Janice
when they were much younger. It looked like they were on some kind of
dig during the war. Sarah had seen many pictures of the women in
these kinds of clothes, but they were all in black and white. To see
the image on a digital screen really threw her for a loop.
"How did you " Sarah asked, breathlessly.
"How did I take it?" Janice finished for her. "I used the stone to
go back to the day Mel and I first met." She moved closer and grabbed
the camera again, smiling at the image. "This isn't the only one
either. I took as many as I could without being noticed."
As Janice scrolled through the photos Sarah saw something change
within the picture. Janice didn't seem to like Mel at first, but
after a while she finally seemed to warm up to her. The young girl
took the camera and began to move through the pictures herself. This
just isn't possible. She thought. How did she do this? There is no
way this is real. I'm dreaming; I must be. As if reading her
thoughts Janice spoke up again.
"It's real, baby girl. I was there. I watched almost the entire day
unfold just as it did decades ago. I met Mel in the shootout, I told
her about my father, we got stuck in the cave; all of it. Then at the
end we decided to stick together and that we did right up until the
day she died. And after I did all this I had weird memories of an old
woman on that dig. It was like dejavu."
Sarah couldn't believe she was about to ask this question, because all
logic dictated that they shouldn't even be having this discussion, but
she couldn't help herself. She was starting to believe her aunt.
"How did you make it work?"
"It's easy, I read about it in one of the ancient myths. All you have
to do is think really hard about when and where you want to be. Then
you do a little chant in Greek and somehow :poof: you're there. It
should be easier for you. Your pronunciation is even better than
mine." She said to her niece with a laugh.
Sarah just sat there with her with her head in one hand and the camera
in the other.
"So what do you think?" Janice asked, breaking the silence.
Sarah had to get out of the house for a while. She didn't know what
to believe about the chronostone, let alone whether or not she should
change the past just because Janice wanted her to. She called Jake
and together they headed to the gym. As they ran side by side on the
treadmills she started to describe her dilemma in full detail.
"Bullshit." He said as he wiped some sweat from his brow.
`"Believe me Jake, that's all I could think too, but I'm telling you
she had pictures from the past on my digital camera."
"Oh man," he said with awe. "Did you kick her ass for taking your
camera without permission?"
As he laughed she punched his arm.
"It's not funny, man. Try to remember who you're talking to. I'm
probably the most skeptical person you know, yet I'm here telling you
that I have a freakin time machine in my house and my Aunt wants me to
use it to change the past." She looked at his smirking face. "You
still don't believe me do you?"
"Not for a second." He said. "But you really did sound convincing."
"Ugghh." She groaned in frustration. "Ok, let's just say that
hypothetically I had a way to travel back in time and change the fate
of Xena and Gabrielle. Is it right to just change what we don't like
about the past?"
"You seriously want to have this conversation?" He asked.
"Jake, just answer the question." Sarah was getting frustrated.
"Geez, Ok. If you were to go back and change history so that Xena and
Gabrielle lived you would somehow have to make sure that they didn't
change any huge events for the rest of their lives. That's the only
ethical thing to do, but it also seems impossible since Xena and
Gabrielle were hell bent on changing the world for the better. As for
Eve, I really don't think you have much to worry about there. Her
message obviously wasn't being picked up too well because the only
proof we have for the existence of the Elisians is Gabrielle's
scrolls. She'd probably end up dead after a few more months on the
road. Your Aunt is just going to have to deal with that one. It's
not like you're going to go around protecting her while she tries to
spread her message."
"God no, I'd rather commit suicide." Sarah interjected with a
chuckle, and then let Jake continue.
"So basically you're talking about saving one person who's not really
going to have any impact in the future, and two people who could be
persuaded to settle down and forget about that whole `saving the
world' thing." He stopped for a second to take a swig of water, then
continued. "If all that were actually possible then I would say, yes,
go ahead with your little fantastic voyage if it means so much to Janice."
They ran in silence for a few minutes as Sarah mulled it all over.
Finally she sighed and turned her machine off and headed toward the
exit of the gym.
"Thanks Jake." She said as she left him.
After a few seconds he called after her. "Wait a sec, were you for real?"
She said nothing more and simply made her exit.
By the time Sarah returned home and showered it was late afternoon.
She saw Janice sitting on the front porch smoking a cigar and decided
to bring her out a glass of sweet tea. The opening of the screen door
alerted the older woman to her presence.
"Sweet tea?" Sarah asked handing over the glass.
"Don't suppose it's from Long Island is it?" Janice said jokingly.
Sarah just smirked and grabbed a cigar out of Janice's pouch before
leaning against the balcony and lighting it.
"Smoking one of my stink sticks; what's the occasion?" Janice asked.
It was a rare occasion for Sarah to stand still long enough to smoke
a whole cigar.
"Well, I figure we're going to be out here for a while discussing
exactly how I'm going to talk Xena and Gabrielle into doing anything
they don't want to do." She said, drawing the smoke into her mouth.
Janice's face lit up and she rose to stand in front of her niece.
"Does that mean you're going?" She asked.
Sarah smirked as she spit the loose tobacco from her mouth.
"Either I'm traveling to the past, or waking from a dream." The older
woman hugged her fiercely and she took in a deep breath before
speaking again. "If everything gets all screwed up I'm blaming you."
Janice pulled away and said, "Now where is that self assured arrogance
you always take on a mission with?"
"It ran screaming out the door right after I decided to infiltrate the
space/time continuum and change the fate of the world."
"Well, you didn't need it anyway. Most girls are turned off by
arrogance." Janice said before drawing from her stogey. "Now let's
plan out the past."
To be continued