The water ripples and churns. A series of ficlets. 56 - Oh no. Not again.
2 February 2007
Gabrielle picked her way through the heavy forest toward camp, shivering as the wind sliced into her wet arms. She'd gone to get some water after Xena had started complaining about being overheated again.
Stepping into the small clearing, she spotted Xena hunched over their small fire, moving her hands laboriously around her distended stomach to sharpen her blade. Wetness glistened against a cheek.
Oh no. Not again.
There was a sniffle, and Xena tried to lean forward and tilt her head so that her hair would cover the tear tracks.
"Did something happen?"
Xena gave a small shrug and wiped her face quickly with the back of a hand. Immediately, fresh tears trickled down her face.
The familiar blue flash lit the camp, and the god stood fidgeting in front of Xena.
She sniffled again and pointedly ignored him.
Gabrielle sighed when the silence dragged on. Her hands were still wet and cold, and now—
"I'm sorry," he said finally, and panic covered his face when Xena looked up at him and started sobbing in earnest.