Post by prophetofdoom on May 8, 2009 12:14:08 GMT -5
You may remember on fanfiction.net the story Nessi and I were co-writing. As I have lost contact with her and my writing style has improved markedly, I decided to try a take 2 at this story. I hope you like it! You may also find it on www.fanfiction.net/~fuzzifox
“Okay baby… think.” Hades muttered, pacing the now charred remains of his chamber that were slowly reconstructing themselves after his most recent burst of fury. Pain and Panic were sitting as far away as they could safely manage without being dragged back to the fuming God’s feet. His yellow eyes flickered around the room until it came upon the forms of his trembling minions, Panic having nearly chewed off his own tail and Pain picking things from between his toes. As a plan began to formulate in his twisted mind a small bit of yellow smoke began to filter from his ear. He paused, reaching up and plucked a piece of brimstone that had somehow gotten wedged in, “how do these keep getting in there?” he grumbled, flicking the foul smelling rock right onto the protruding tongue of Pain who was so focused on his feet he left his tongue sticking out
“Pleugh! Augh, ew!” He sputtered before Hades picked up the plump demon by his tail and held him up close to his face, “That’s discussing! And pay attention!” He threw the minion halfway across the room, temporarily bursting into white-hot flames before running a hand through his hair bringing himself down to his usual blue. “Alright! Boom baby, I got a plan!” clapping his hands together, “And this time you two better prove yourselves useful! I don’t know why I even bother.” Tapping his chin, “I want you two to live with our happy little couple. Those two sickening little love birds are bound to have some lovely information I can use.”
“Four years that’s the best he can do?” Pain muttered to himself, and looked up to find the fuming God standing above him.
“It’s a be-rilliant plan!” He reached for Pain, holding him up strangling him.
“How silly of me,” He gasped, “it’s a perfect plan! Better than the one with the Titans!”
“Now, listen up! Ya see, you two will go down there as cats, I’m sure Jercules can’t resist a pair of adorable homeless cats and his oh-so-honest ways will bring the two adorable homeless kitties home with him. That’s when you two eavesdrop”
“Ugh,” Meg groaned as she finally finished vomiting the entire contents of her stomach for the fifth day in a row. “What on earth is wrong?” She muttered, leaning heavily against the back wall. She looked over to see her husband storing on the bed, completely undisturbed. “You’d think a hero wouldn’t be such a deep sleeper.” Under normal circumstances she would have been amused but starting the morning off to such a rough start for nearly a week she wasn’t in a very sunny mood.
Once a nice fire was going she placed the kettle to boil some water for tea, and after looking at the food in the ice box and having her stomach to back flips she spent another five minutes vomiting into the sink and decided breakfast was not going to happen.
“Ugh… Gods.” She moaned, slashing a bit of cold water onto her face, looking down at her blurry reflection in the wet marble of the sink. Once convinced that the vomiting was over she poured herself the tea and put out the fire before entering the den to read for a bit. After about forty minutes a groggy Hercules finally emerged from his deep sleep and joined her in the den. “Morning, how was your coma?” She teased, smiling lightly, still feeling quite queasy.
“Morning… Hey! I was not in a coma!” He defended,
“Could have fooled me.” She stood up and went to him, setting her book down and kissing him on the cheek. “Would you like some tea? I boiled some water earlier it might still be hot… if not I can always start up the fire again.”
“That’d be great,”
“I’ll make you some oatmeal too while I’m at it.”
“Thanks honey,” He smiled, kissing her cheek before following her into the kitchen and sitting at the table. Meg began to get everything together and once cooking the scent of oatmeal met her nose and the nausea returned and she once again rushed to the sink to vomit. Herc moved to her side quickly, pulling loose bits away from her face and holding it back for her, rubbing her back until she finished retching. “Wow, you okay?”
“Yeah,” she paused, heaving a few more times and spitting crudely. “Sorry, that was disgusting.” She stood back and Herc let her hair go and continued to stroke her back.
“I wonder what has you puking like that.” She shrugged, turning to go back to cooking when Hercules stopped her.
“Sit down, you’re not feeling well I can finish my own breakfast.” He smiled, and moved to the fire despite his wife’s protesting and grinned when she sat down at the table and picked up her now cold cup of tea, and after a sip pushed it away and rested her head in her arms. Herc sat next to her with his food, reaching out to stroke her hair a bit, “Aw honey, if you’re feeling this sick why don’t we take you to see Hyppocrates? I know you hate hospitals but we’ve been to him before.” Meg shook her head,
“No. I’ll be fine.”
“Meg you’ve been vomiting for days-“
“And I’m always better by noon.”
“And sick again the next morning.”
“Okay fine, lets compromise. If you’re sick again tomorrow, I’m taking you to the doctor.” Sighing, Meg gave in knowing that how stubborn he could be when it came to debates such as the doctor.
“Fine,” She tried to act like she was mad at him but he reached over and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and began tickling her ribs. “Herc!” She giggled, trying to shy away from him, “stop it! Please! I’m nauseous!” Her insane giggling did little to convince Herc that she was not feeling well, until she promptly vomited onto his lap causing him to stop suddenly. “Oh! Honey! I’m sorry I tried to warn you…” He just laughed a little, surprised and a bit revolted at the same time.
“Not your fault. Luckily you already threw up earlier, not much left to cover me with.” He smiled sadly, finding it both a sad and lucky fact. He got up to wash the small spot off his thigh and turned around to find that Meg had joined him and leaned her head on his chest,
“Forgive me for that gross moment?” He chuckled at her,
“You’re impossible to stay mad at, you know that?” Kissing her forehead she tilted her head to meet his lips,
“Fallen victim to my charms have you?”
“I am under this Siren’s spell”
“And what a handsome hero I’ve managed to catch… shall I sing my siren’s song and completely bring this hero-“ He silenced her with a kiss.
Pain and Panic finally made their way to the garden, exhausted from the long flight from the gates of the Underworld, Hades having refused to warp the pair. Once at their destination they shifted, their feathers shrinking and pulling back into fur, their stringy bird bodies taking on a feline form. Panic settled upon a simple grey tabby, Pain a black one.
“Come on, if we wait closer to the door we’ll be able to see when they come out.” Pain explained, his comrade dutifully following.
“What kind of information does Hades even expect us to get? He’s being such a sore loser… its been years.” Panic grumbled,
“You want to go back and tell him that?” this reply seemed to shut him up and the two cats waited near the door for the next time the couple would come outside to enjoy their garden.
By afternoon Meg’s stomach had settled and she felt able to eat lunch. Herc had gone to clean the stables for Pegasus while she began to make lunch.
“I think we need to go to market soon,” all that was left was a few vegetables and some lamb in the icebox. She pulled out what little bits of food they had left and began to make a simple stew, or as good of a stew as she could make without letting it cook all night.
“Something smells good,” Meg turned sharply to find Hercules standing in the doorway, making his way to the table,
“Ah-ah! Go wash up before lunch, you’re positively filthy!”
“What do you expect? I just cleaned the stables.”
“And I just cleaned this kitchen yesterday, please go wash up.” He went off to do as told, Meg setting the table and putting out the last of the bread with her large batch of makeshift stew. Herc returned within a few minutes, cleaned up as Meg had requested and joined her at the table.
“Oh! Stew! My favorite!” He smiled, leaning over and kissing her cheek.
“Don’t get too excited, we were a little short on food. Why don’t you come with me to the market after lunch? I believe you had the night off?”
“That I do, and yeah I guess we are running a little low on food.”
“Sorry,” Meg blushed, “Been feeling under the weather… normally I can keep up on the food shopping.” Hercules chuckled at her,
“Honey its okay, I understand. It’s not like I can say I do any better.”
“As I said… I haven’t felt well that’s my excuse.”
“Well for having an empty pantry you sure did a good job with this stew.” Meg blushed again, even after four years together she would blush every time he complimented her. They finished their makeshift lunch and Meg changed into something more fitting the outdoors than her night slip, and the couple decided that it was pleasant enough to walk the short distance to the Agora, and it being the peak of the day it was quite crowded.
“Wow… guess coming at noon wasn’t the brightest idea.” Meg commented,
“It’s always busy. Lets just hope that just the regulars and we won’t get mobbed by flustered teenagers.” Meg grasped his hand and pulled him towards the woman selling her local vegetables and bought their weeks supply before moving on to the fish monger and the butcher before heading back, and were almost in the clear of Hercules’s obnoxious fangirls when a shrill scream pierced their ears,
“Ah! Gods, I can hear that in my eyes, how is that even possible?!” Meg groaned, turning around to see a rush of girls heading their way, “you’d think the novelty of tackling you to the ground every time they see you for the last four years would have worn off.” Hercules quickly handed the baskets of goods to Meg before sprinting back towards the villa, most of the fangirls leaving Meg be with the exception of two who were quite curious about what it was like to be the ‘luckiest woman in all of Greece’ quite used to these setbacks to their attempts at a peaceful outing Meg politely answered questions she was asked. Or at least she tried to answer politely but falling ill every morning for near a week she was not in the temperament to deal with fans. She was nearly a big as celebrity as Hercules ever since her and Hercules announced their engagement. Excusing herself Meg tried to make her escape and it wasn’t until she met up with Herc at their front gates that the fans backed o ff.
“Glad to see you got home in one piece.” Meg smiled,
“You too. Come on, let’s get this fish into the ice box before it goes bad.” With that the pair went inside to put away their goods, disappointed fans turning and leaving, the thrill of breaking and entering had lost its appeal ever since the Hero came off the market. After a few hours Meg set to work to prepare dinner, Herc joining her and offered to help which she refused, as she did nearly every night and they enjoyed the fresh fish they had bought. But by morning, Meg wouldn’t be enjoying it very much.
“d**nit…” She groaned, “I swear to the Gods I can still taste fish,” scrunching her nose at the prospect that the meal had actually sat in her stomach quite that long. This time her relentless retching managed to rouse her slumbering husband who quickly ran to her side to hold her hair back as she continued to convulse though there was nothing left but bile dripping out of her mouth, causing Herc to nearly gag himself. Blood and other grotesque bits that he frequently came in contact with on the job never bothered him, but for some reason the vile smelling green fluid Meg continued to retch was almost too much. “Sorry Herc… this is disgusting.”
“It’s not your fault honey. But I’m taking you to the doctors.” Meg retched again, her stomach beginning to cramp with the repeated use of her muscles- “Once you finish that is.”
“Okay baby… think.” Hades muttered, pacing the now charred remains of his chamber that were slowly reconstructing themselves after his most recent burst of fury. Pain and Panic were sitting as far away as they could safely manage without being dragged back to the fuming God’s feet. His yellow eyes flickered around the room until it came upon the forms of his trembling minions, Panic having nearly chewed off his own tail and Pain picking things from between his toes. As a plan began to formulate in his twisted mind a small bit of yellow smoke began to filter from his ear. He paused, reaching up and plucked a piece of brimstone that had somehow gotten wedged in, “how do these keep getting in there?” he grumbled, flicking the foul smelling rock right onto the protruding tongue of Pain who was so focused on his feet he left his tongue sticking out
“Pleugh! Augh, ew!” He sputtered before Hades picked up the plump demon by his tail and held him up close to his face, “That’s discussing! And pay attention!” He threw the minion halfway across the room, temporarily bursting into white-hot flames before running a hand through his hair bringing himself down to his usual blue. “Alright! Boom baby, I got a plan!” clapping his hands together, “And this time you two better prove yourselves useful! I don’t know why I even bother.” Tapping his chin, “I want you two to live with our happy little couple. Those two sickening little love birds are bound to have some lovely information I can use.”
“Four years that’s the best he can do?” Pain muttered to himself, and looked up to find the fuming God standing above him.
“It’s a be-rilliant plan!” He reached for Pain, holding him up strangling him.
“How silly of me,” He gasped, “it’s a perfect plan! Better than the one with the Titans!”
“Now, listen up! Ya see, you two will go down there as cats, I’m sure Jercules can’t resist a pair of adorable homeless cats and his oh-so-honest ways will bring the two adorable homeless kitties home with him. That’s when you two eavesdrop”
“Ugh,” Meg groaned as she finally finished vomiting the entire contents of her stomach for the fifth day in a row. “What on earth is wrong?” She muttered, leaning heavily against the back wall. She looked over to see her husband storing on the bed, completely undisturbed. “You’d think a hero wouldn’t be such a deep sleeper.” Under normal circumstances she would have been amused but starting the morning off to such a rough start for nearly a week she wasn’t in a very sunny mood.
Once a nice fire was going she placed the kettle to boil some water for tea, and after looking at the food in the ice box and having her stomach to back flips she spent another five minutes vomiting into the sink and decided breakfast was not going to happen.
“Ugh… Gods.” She moaned, slashing a bit of cold water onto her face, looking down at her blurry reflection in the wet marble of the sink. Once convinced that the vomiting was over she poured herself the tea and put out the fire before entering the den to read for a bit. After about forty minutes a groggy Hercules finally emerged from his deep sleep and joined her in the den. “Morning, how was your coma?” She teased, smiling lightly, still feeling quite queasy.
“Morning… Hey! I was not in a coma!” He defended,
“Could have fooled me.” She stood up and went to him, setting her book down and kissing him on the cheek. “Would you like some tea? I boiled some water earlier it might still be hot… if not I can always start up the fire again.”
“That’d be great,”
“I’ll make you some oatmeal too while I’m at it.”
“Thanks honey,” He smiled, kissing her cheek before following her into the kitchen and sitting at the table. Meg began to get everything together and once cooking the scent of oatmeal met her nose and the nausea returned and she once again rushed to the sink to vomit. Herc moved to her side quickly, pulling loose bits away from her face and holding it back for her, rubbing her back until she finished retching. “Wow, you okay?”
“Yeah,” she paused, heaving a few more times and spitting crudely. “Sorry, that was disgusting.” She stood back and Herc let her hair go and continued to stroke her back.
“I wonder what has you puking like that.” She shrugged, turning to go back to cooking when Hercules stopped her.
“Sit down, you’re not feeling well I can finish my own breakfast.” He smiled, and moved to the fire despite his wife’s protesting and grinned when she sat down at the table and picked up her now cold cup of tea, and after a sip pushed it away and rested her head in her arms. Herc sat next to her with his food, reaching out to stroke her hair a bit, “Aw honey, if you’re feeling this sick why don’t we take you to see Hyppocrates? I know you hate hospitals but we’ve been to him before.” Meg shook her head,
“No. I’ll be fine.”
“Meg you’ve been vomiting for days-“
“And I’m always better by noon.”
“And sick again the next morning.”
“Okay fine, lets compromise. If you’re sick again tomorrow, I’m taking you to the doctor.” Sighing, Meg gave in knowing that how stubborn he could be when it came to debates such as the doctor.
“Fine,” She tried to act like she was mad at him but he reached over and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and began tickling her ribs. “Herc!” She giggled, trying to shy away from him, “stop it! Please! I’m nauseous!” Her insane giggling did little to convince Herc that she was not feeling well, until she promptly vomited onto his lap causing him to stop suddenly. “Oh! Honey! I’m sorry I tried to warn you…” He just laughed a little, surprised and a bit revolted at the same time.
“Not your fault. Luckily you already threw up earlier, not much left to cover me with.” He smiled sadly, finding it both a sad and lucky fact. He got up to wash the small spot off his thigh and turned around to find that Meg had joined him and leaned her head on his chest,
“Forgive me for that gross moment?” He chuckled at her,
“You’re impossible to stay mad at, you know that?” Kissing her forehead she tilted her head to meet his lips,
“Fallen victim to my charms have you?”
“I am under this Siren’s spell”
“And what a handsome hero I’ve managed to catch… shall I sing my siren’s song and completely bring this hero-“ He silenced her with a kiss.
Pain and Panic finally made their way to the garden, exhausted from the long flight from the gates of the Underworld, Hades having refused to warp the pair. Once at their destination they shifted, their feathers shrinking and pulling back into fur, their stringy bird bodies taking on a feline form. Panic settled upon a simple grey tabby, Pain a black one.
“Come on, if we wait closer to the door we’ll be able to see when they come out.” Pain explained, his comrade dutifully following.
“What kind of information does Hades even expect us to get? He’s being such a sore loser… its been years.” Panic grumbled,
“You want to go back and tell him that?” this reply seemed to shut him up and the two cats waited near the door for the next time the couple would come outside to enjoy their garden.
By afternoon Meg’s stomach had settled and she felt able to eat lunch. Herc had gone to clean the stables for Pegasus while she began to make lunch.
“I think we need to go to market soon,” all that was left was a few vegetables and some lamb in the icebox. She pulled out what little bits of food they had left and began to make a simple stew, or as good of a stew as she could make without letting it cook all night.
“Something smells good,” Meg turned sharply to find Hercules standing in the doorway, making his way to the table,
“Ah-ah! Go wash up before lunch, you’re positively filthy!”
“What do you expect? I just cleaned the stables.”
“And I just cleaned this kitchen yesterday, please go wash up.” He went off to do as told, Meg setting the table and putting out the last of the bread with her large batch of makeshift stew. Herc returned within a few minutes, cleaned up as Meg had requested and joined her at the table.
“Oh! Stew! My favorite!” He smiled, leaning over and kissing her cheek.
“Don’t get too excited, we were a little short on food. Why don’t you come with me to the market after lunch? I believe you had the night off?”
“That I do, and yeah I guess we are running a little low on food.”
“Sorry,” Meg blushed, “Been feeling under the weather… normally I can keep up on the food shopping.” Hercules chuckled at her,
“Honey its okay, I understand. It’s not like I can say I do any better.”
“As I said… I haven’t felt well that’s my excuse.”
“Well for having an empty pantry you sure did a good job with this stew.” Meg blushed again, even after four years together she would blush every time he complimented her. They finished their makeshift lunch and Meg changed into something more fitting the outdoors than her night slip, and the couple decided that it was pleasant enough to walk the short distance to the Agora, and it being the peak of the day it was quite crowded.
“Wow… guess coming at noon wasn’t the brightest idea.” Meg commented,
“It’s always busy. Lets just hope that just the regulars and we won’t get mobbed by flustered teenagers.” Meg grasped his hand and pulled him towards the woman selling her local vegetables and bought their weeks supply before moving on to the fish monger and the butcher before heading back, and were almost in the clear of Hercules’s obnoxious fangirls when a shrill scream pierced their ears,
“Ah! Gods, I can hear that in my eyes, how is that even possible?!” Meg groaned, turning around to see a rush of girls heading their way, “you’d think the novelty of tackling you to the ground every time they see you for the last four years would have worn off.” Hercules quickly handed the baskets of goods to Meg before sprinting back towards the villa, most of the fangirls leaving Meg be with the exception of two who were quite curious about what it was like to be the ‘luckiest woman in all of Greece’ quite used to these setbacks to their attempts at a peaceful outing Meg politely answered questions she was asked. Or at least she tried to answer politely but falling ill every morning for near a week she was not in the temperament to deal with fans. She was nearly a big as celebrity as Hercules ever since her and Hercules announced their engagement. Excusing herself Meg tried to make her escape and it wasn’t until she met up with Herc at their front gates that the fans backed o ff.
“Glad to see you got home in one piece.” Meg smiled,
“You too. Come on, let’s get this fish into the ice box before it goes bad.” With that the pair went inside to put away their goods, disappointed fans turning and leaving, the thrill of breaking and entering had lost its appeal ever since the Hero came off the market. After a few hours Meg set to work to prepare dinner, Herc joining her and offered to help which she refused, as she did nearly every night and they enjoyed the fresh fish they had bought. But by morning, Meg wouldn’t be enjoying it very much.
“d**nit…” She groaned, “I swear to the Gods I can still taste fish,” scrunching her nose at the prospect that the meal had actually sat in her stomach quite that long. This time her relentless retching managed to rouse her slumbering husband who quickly ran to her side to hold her hair back as she continued to convulse though there was nothing left but bile dripping out of her mouth, causing Herc to nearly gag himself. Blood and other grotesque bits that he frequently came in contact with on the job never bothered him, but for some reason the vile smelling green fluid Meg continued to retch was almost too much. “Sorry Herc… this is disgusting.”
“It’s not your fault honey. But I’m taking you to the doctors.” Meg retched again, her stomach beginning to cramp with the repeated use of her muscles- “Once you finish that is.”
