Post by Scooterly on May 29, 2007 22:34:38 GMT -5
For the record, I've never written fan fiction before, so this may be a bit . . . stumbly. But I got an idea and decided to try it out . . .
And I'm really tired and really hyper and that really isn't a good combination . . . so, if you think its worth it, let me know and I'll continue. ;D Nonetheless, it was fun to write!
-Scooterly
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Part One
Cassandra meandered down to the stable where Pegasus was kept, gently rubbing her temples. As the noise of Hercules’s victory party behind her faded and she melded into the soft, welcoming darkness, she sighed heavily and slid down a side wall, thankful for some peacefulness. Now she only hoped no one came looking for her which, if Hercules or Icarus found that she had mysteriously disappeared, no doubt they would. But Herc was preoccupied with Meg and though she had no idea where Icarus was, there was no doubt in her mind that might have deceived him at last. She was alone. Finally alone.
The headaches had started sometime after Herc started finally going into heroic missions and seemed to intensify after he had met Megara. Cassandra could hardly say why it irked her so bad, but she hardly had any visions at all since. She often thought to relate the headaches and lack of visions together but after talking with other seers, she threw out the idea. Yet still . . . something had to have a common connection, didn’t it? But it didn’t matter now. She had never told anyone outside of her seer circle; the last thing she needed was to worry Herc or Icarus. Nothing was wrong; she was just going through . . . something. She rubbed her head a bit more vigorously.
“I thought I saw someone come in here,”
Cass jerked her head up, wincing as she did so, met by the blinding outside light as someone stood in the open doorway of the stable. Through much adjusting, Cassandra finally recognized the form and voice as Meg’s. She put on a casual smile and stood; she had liked the fiery, stubborn woman from the start. Meg came closer to her.
“Are you always this reclusive?” Meg asked with a sideways grin.
Cass gave a short laugh. “Only with Icarus around,”
“Yeah, he’s a, uh . . . strange one . . . lucky you,” she grinned and began to study the decorative engraving on the side of the wall. “So what brings you to the lovely world of Pegasus’s stable?”
Cassandra looked away as Meg raised an eyebrow at her and shrugged nonchalantly. “Just a bit of a headache. I was looking for someplace dark and quiet, nothing I can’t take.”
Meg cast her a strange look but disregarded the idea that something else could be wrong. She knew from the way Hercules talked that Cassandra wasn’t one to dawdle on herself . . . Maybe she just wanted a break from Icarus. Even after school had ended, it seemed he had remained her loyal, faithful, waiting pet and even though it annoyed her, for some reason Cass had never cast him away. Or she did, he came bouncing back anyway . . .
“So is . . . is Herc letting you stay with him then? It’s only been a day after he defeated Hades, but,”
“Yeah,” smirked Meg shortly, turning to look back at Cass. “He’s going to ask me to marry him to, like giving him up god-hood to stay on earth with me wasn’t enough of a proposal, but . . . well, you know Herc . . . the big lug.”
Cassandra almost smiled at the lightness in Meg’s voice. “And when did you get the “gift” of prophecy bestowed upon you?”
Meg laughed. “The same time I got the gift of overhearing conversations – He’s talking to Icarus,”
“Interesting choice,” muttered Cassandra with a grin and then she winced sharply, pain springing through her head and down her neck.
Meg watched her curiously, coming towards her hesitantly. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
Cassandra clutched her head tightly for a moment and looked to be holding her breath. Meg cautiously touched her shoulder, not sure as to how Cass would react. When the suffering woman finally relaxed, Meg found that she was holding her own breath.
“Yeah . . .” Cassandra murmured after a moment, swaying slightly. “Yeah, I’m fine. Really,”
Meg drew away but kept her eyes on Cass. “I can get Herc,”
“No, it’s fine. See? I’m feeling fine,” she walked past Meg swiftly. “C’mon let’s head back,”
Megara hung back a little, watching Cass as though she expected her to pass out. But she was nearly to the front door. With a sigh, Meg closed the empty stable and began her own trek back to the house, her mind a mass of excitement and worry. Needlessly dusting off her dress, she slowed her walk a little and looked around, realizing how strange it was how everything had worked out in the past few weeks. But it was the fact of what she had learned from being in service to Hades that sent a chill down her spine. As she stared up at the bright blue sky, she resorted a little back to the person she once was; in her entire service time to Hades, she had learned a great deal of things, one of which was being able to tell when someone was hiding something. As she looked back at Cassandra, she sighed.
She was definitely hiding something and Meg was determined to find out.
Upon coming back to the house, Meg almost walked into a very stiff backed Cassandra. Judging by the sudden quietness coming through the open door, her mind immediately jumped to the worst possible event and she leaned around Cassandra’s bare shoulders, looking into her face. After find only wide eyes and raised eyebrows, she followed the line of sight and paused abruptly at the sight of a kneeling Hercules on the floor, face slightly paled, stuttering clumsily as his trembling hands held a small ring.
Icarus began hysterical laughter beside him and Meg was quick to follow.
Oh Wonderboy . . . you are a charm . . .
The tense mood in the room instantly calmed down and Cassandra shook her head, her facial expression mellowing back to its normal, “unenthused” state. She managed a smirk however and gave him a thumbs up.
“Nice speech Herc,” she said good humoredly as she walked back behind Meg and nudged her ahead. “Wanna try it on Meg this time?”
Meg began to quiet her laugh, attempting to muffle it with her hand as she saw the look on Herc’s face. Her eyes filled with sympathy as he struggled to regain himself and her smiled widened all the while, finding him all the more sweeter. Gods, it felt so good to love again . . .
“Meg, I . . . er. . . Megara, I . . . I . . .” whatever else he had said was mixed and mashed up and Meg was unable to hold back her laughter much longer. He smiled nervously up at her. “I . . . I guess I can’t . . . say it . . . again . . .”
Meg ceased laughing and bent down to him, her eyes filled with adoration as she gently touched his cheek, though her voice seemed to loose the heavy sarcasm it may have once carried. “Are you always this articulate?”
He stumbled over his words as he chuckled nervously, quite familiar with this saying.
“So . . . I . . . uh . . . wanted t-to ask you . . .”he sighed and hung his head, and then smiled sheepishly up at Meg. “Meg, I love you . . . will you marry me?”
“Yes!” she said breathlessly, surprised at the sudden excitement that coursed through her, even though she knew what was coming. “Yes, of course!”
He finally began to chuckle and relax a little, swallowing hard as he lightly took her hand in his and placed the ring on her finger. She admired it for a moment, astounded at how lucky she had been before she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him firmly on the lips. Cheers and clapping rose up around them and in the next moment, both were smothered with a tight, choking hug.
“Oh I’m so HAPPY!” came Icarus’s squeaking voice in Meg’s ear. “It seems like just yesterday Herc was stumbling over his feet to talk to that-!”
“AL-right Icarus, I think you’re done now,” Hercules’s finally struggled free and offered an apologetic smile to Meg as he picked his friend up and placed him down near Cassandra, who sneered down at him.
Helping Meg to her feet, the couple stood together with broad grins, receiving the many congratulations and good wishes from everyone around them. Cassandra watched them calmly, a small smile tucked up in the corner of her mouth. Hercules had never really changed, she realized. Still the sweet, kind, lug he had always been . . . lucky him.
With everyone newly distracted, she retreated to a back room, the sharp pain slowly starting to return to the back of her skull. She sunk down into a dark corner and buried her head in her arms, just wishing for the pain to go away . . .
“Oh, CasSANdra!”
She groaned and raised her eyes up halfway. “Whatever it is, no, Icarus,”
He stood there with the same dorky smile plastered on his face. “Why is my beloved Cassie-rose hiding away back here?”
“Because she doesn’t feel good,” she responded in a monotone voice. “Now go away before I commit homicide or suicide.”
He came forward anyway, adding the new threat to a mental list of all the ones she had ever used against him. He placed his hands on her arms, causing her to look up at him again. “Come on, what’s wrong, my sweet Cassandra?”
“Icarus, I swear I’ll-!” she suddenly drew back from him, her head filling with blinding pain. “Just go away, alright?”
“Ah! Cassie has a headache!” Icarus concluded, leaping behind her. “Do not fear my sweet! Such a problem can be overcome with some quick, helpful knowledge of massaging!”
“Since when do you know-!”
“Quiet now, my sweet Cassandra! Icky has everything under control!” he placed his fingers on her head, skillfully avoiding her sharp, jabbing elbows.
“Icarus I swear . . . if you don’t move . . . your . . . hands . . .” her face suddenly fell into relaxation, her eye lids gently drooped and she almost reluctantly gave up the struggle. “Wow,”
Icarus smiled widely. “See? Feels better already, doesn’t it?”
She didn’t want to admit it. Every ounce of her will fought against it. But the pain was dulling and for once, she was given the relief she had for so long sought. Her head drooped slightly and she heaved a heavy exhale that answered Icarus for her. After one, worrying thought that someone might walk in (namely Hercules), she gave into her long sought break in the pain and let her thoughts scatter. But still it irked her; this wasn’t like her. She didn’t just give in, especially to Icarus. But her head had never felt like this before, at times she was determined that it would quite literally explode.
Icarus’s massage made everything seem better and she didn’t realize how tense she had been until her body completely relaxed. For a moment, she asked him where he had learned this rather different skill of his but upon receiving no answer, she assumed that it had just been a passing thought. Nothing was working right now and her senses seemed to be beyond function.
Hercules finally proposed, she remembered thinking to herself. I should say something to him and Meg . . .
And so was her last thought lost as she drifted into the first easy sleep she had had in a long while.
And I'm really tired and really hyper and that really isn't a good combination . . . so, if you think its worth it, let me know and I'll continue. ;D Nonetheless, it was fun to write!
-Scooterly
* * *
Part One
Cassandra meandered down to the stable where Pegasus was kept, gently rubbing her temples. As the noise of Hercules’s victory party behind her faded and she melded into the soft, welcoming darkness, she sighed heavily and slid down a side wall, thankful for some peacefulness. Now she only hoped no one came looking for her which, if Hercules or Icarus found that she had mysteriously disappeared, no doubt they would. But Herc was preoccupied with Meg and though she had no idea where Icarus was, there was no doubt in her mind that might have deceived him at last. She was alone. Finally alone.
The headaches had started sometime after Herc started finally going into heroic missions and seemed to intensify after he had met Megara. Cassandra could hardly say why it irked her so bad, but she hardly had any visions at all since. She often thought to relate the headaches and lack of visions together but after talking with other seers, she threw out the idea. Yet still . . . something had to have a common connection, didn’t it? But it didn’t matter now. She had never told anyone outside of her seer circle; the last thing she needed was to worry Herc or Icarus. Nothing was wrong; she was just going through . . . something. She rubbed her head a bit more vigorously.
“I thought I saw someone come in here,”
Cass jerked her head up, wincing as she did so, met by the blinding outside light as someone stood in the open doorway of the stable. Through much adjusting, Cassandra finally recognized the form and voice as Meg’s. She put on a casual smile and stood; she had liked the fiery, stubborn woman from the start. Meg came closer to her.
“Are you always this reclusive?” Meg asked with a sideways grin.
Cass gave a short laugh. “Only with Icarus around,”
“Yeah, he’s a, uh . . . strange one . . . lucky you,” she grinned and began to study the decorative engraving on the side of the wall. “So what brings you to the lovely world of Pegasus’s stable?”
Cassandra looked away as Meg raised an eyebrow at her and shrugged nonchalantly. “Just a bit of a headache. I was looking for someplace dark and quiet, nothing I can’t take.”
Meg cast her a strange look but disregarded the idea that something else could be wrong. She knew from the way Hercules talked that Cassandra wasn’t one to dawdle on herself . . . Maybe she just wanted a break from Icarus. Even after school had ended, it seemed he had remained her loyal, faithful, waiting pet and even though it annoyed her, for some reason Cass had never cast him away. Or she did, he came bouncing back anyway . . .
“So is . . . is Herc letting you stay with him then? It’s only been a day after he defeated Hades, but,”
“Yeah,” smirked Meg shortly, turning to look back at Cass. “He’s going to ask me to marry him to, like giving him up god-hood to stay on earth with me wasn’t enough of a proposal, but . . . well, you know Herc . . . the big lug.”
Cassandra almost smiled at the lightness in Meg’s voice. “And when did you get the “gift” of prophecy bestowed upon you?”
Meg laughed. “The same time I got the gift of overhearing conversations – He’s talking to Icarus,”
“Interesting choice,” muttered Cassandra with a grin and then she winced sharply, pain springing through her head and down her neck.
Meg watched her curiously, coming towards her hesitantly. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
Cassandra clutched her head tightly for a moment and looked to be holding her breath. Meg cautiously touched her shoulder, not sure as to how Cass would react. When the suffering woman finally relaxed, Meg found that she was holding her own breath.
“Yeah . . .” Cassandra murmured after a moment, swaying slightly. “Yeah, I’m fine. Really,”
Meg drew away but kept her eyes on Cass. “I can get Herc,”
“No, it’s fine. See? I’m feeling fine,” she walked past Meg swiftly. “C’mon let’s head back,”
Megara hung back a little, watching Cass as though she expected her to pass out. But she was nearly to the front door. With a sigh, Meg closed the empty stable and began her own trek back to the house, her mind a mass of excitement and worry. Needlessly dusting off her dress, she slowed her walk a little and looked around, realizing how strange it was how everything had worked out in the past few weeks. But it was the fact of what she had learned from being in service to Hades that sent a chill down her spine. As she stared up at the bright blue sky, she resorted a little back to the person she once was; in her entire service time to Hades, she had learned a great deal of things, one of which was being able to tell when someone was hiding something. As she looked back at Cassandra, she sighed.
She was definitely hiding something and Meg was determined to find out.
Upon coming back to the house, Meg almost walked into a very stiff backed Cassandra. Judging by the sudden quietness coming through the open door, her mind immediately jumped to the worst possible event and she leaned around Cassandra’s bare shoulders, looking into her face. After find only wide eyes and raised eyebrows, she followed the line of sight and paused abruptly at the sight of a kneeling Hercules on the floor, face slightly paled, stuttering clumsily as his trembling hands held a small ring.
Icarus began hysterical laughter beside him and Meg was quick to follow.
Oh Wonderboy . . . you are a charm . . .
The tense mood in the room instantly calmed down and Cassandra shook her head, her facial expression mellowing back to its normal, “unenthused” state. She managed a smirk however and gave him a thumbs up.
“Nice speech Herc,” she said good humoredly as she walked back behind Meg and nudged her ahead. “Wanna try it on Meg this time?”
Meg began to quiet her laugh, attempting to muffle it with her hand as she saw the look on Herc’s face. Her eyes filled with sympathy as he struggled to regain himself and her smiled widened all the while, finding him all the more sweeter. Gods, it felt so good to love again . . .
“Meg, I . . . er. . . Megara, I . . . I . . .” whatever else he had said was mixed and mashed up and Meg was unable to hold back her laughter much longer. He smiled nervously up at her. “I . . . I guess I can’t . . . say it . . . again . . .”
Meg ceased laughing and bent down to him, her eyes filled with adoration as she gently touched his cheek, though her voice seemed to loose the heavy sarcasm it may have once carried. “Are you always this articulate?”
He stumbled over his words as he chuckled nervously, quite familiar with this saying.
“So . . . I . . . uh . . . wanted t-to ask you . . .”he sighed and hung his head, and then smiled sheepishly up at Meg. “Meg, I love you . . . will you marry me?”
“Yes!” she said breathlessly, surprised at the sudden excitement that coursed through her, even though she knew what was coming. “Yes, of course!”
He finally began to chuckle and relax a little, swallowing hard as he lightly took her hand in his and placed the ring on her finger. She admired it for a moment, astounded at how lucky she had been before she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him firmly on the lips. Cheers and clapping rose up around them and in the next moment, both were smothered with a tight, choking hug.
“Oh I’m so HAPPY!” came Icarus’s squeaking voice in Meg’s ear. “It seems like just yesterday Herc was stumbling over his feet to talk to that-!”
“AL-right Icarus, I think you’re done now,” Hercules’s finally struggled free and offered an apologetic smile to Meg as he picked his friend up and placed him down near Cassandra, who sneered down at him.
Helping Meg to her feet, the couple stood together with broad grins, receiving the many congratulations and good wishes from everyone around them. Cassandra watched them calmly, a small smile tucked up in the corner of her mouth. Hercules had never really changed, she realized. Still the sweet, kind, lug he had always been . . . lucky him.
With everyone newly distracted, she retreated to a back room, the sharp pain slowly starting to return to the back of her skull. She sunk down into a dark corner and buried her head in her arms, just wishing for the pain to go away . . .
“Oh, CasSANdra!”
She groaned and raised her eyes up halfway. “Whatever it is, no, Icarus,”
He stood there with the same dorky smile plastered on his face. “Why is my beloved Cassie-rose hiding away back here?”
“Because she doesn’t feel good,” she responded in a monotone voice. “Now go away before I commit homicide or suicide.”
He came forward anyway, adding the new threat to a mental list of all the ones she had ever used against him. He placed his hands on her arms, causing her to look up at him again. “Come on, what’s wrong, my sweet Cassandra?”
“Icarus, I swear I’ll-!” she suddenly drew back from him, her head filling with blinding pain. “Just go away, alright?”
“Ah! Cassie has a headache!” Icarus concluded, leaping behind her. “Do not fear my sweet! Such a problem can be overcome with some quick, helpful knowledge of massaging!”
“Since when do you know-!”
“Quiet now, my sweet Cassandra! Icky has everything under control!” he placed his fingers on her head, skillfully avoiding her sharp, jabbing elbows.
“Icarus I swear . . . if you don’t move . . . your . . . hands . . .” her face suddenly fell into relaxation, her eye lids gently drooped and she almost reluctantly gave up the struggle. “Wow,”
Icarus smiled widely. “See? Feels better already, doesn’t it?”
She didn’t want to admit it. Every ounce of her will fought against it. But the pain was dulling and for once, she was given the relief she had for so long sought. Her head drooped slightly and she heaved a heavy exhale that answered Icarus for her. After one, worrying thought that someone might walk in (namely Hercules), she gave into her long sought break in the pain and let her thoughts scatter. But still it irked her; this wasn’t like her. She didn’t just give in, especially to Icarus. But her head had never felt like this before, at times she was determined that it would quite literally explode.
Icarus’s massage made everything seem better and she didn’t realize how tense she had been until her body completely relaxed. For a moment, she asked him where he had learned this rather different skill of his but upon receiving no answer, she assumed that it had just been a passing thought. Nothing was working right now and her senses seemed to be beyond function.
Hercules finally proposed, she remembered thinking to herself. I should say something to him and Meg . . .
And so was her last thought lost as she drifted into the first easy sleep she had had in a long while.