Write me a story....

[gin_akasarahsmom]

"Write me a story..." she says and I groan. Like it's that easy... just start typing, right? She knows better, she's a writer too! LOL

I say, I can't do that, no way... without even a prompt or anything? What pairing? What about?...

Oh anything, she says... a couple of pages, just a little sweet story...

It's late... so I beg off for the night and go to sleep. Naturally when I wake up at 5am the request is still rattling around in my head. "Write me a story..."

So, fine! I do. I send it off, as requested at oh... 8 or 9... around 10 the message comes back... Lovely!... post it! or something along those lines. Grrr... It hasn't even been beta read yet! So I'm here, grinding my teeth together wondering why I'm doing this stuff just because she asks me to! LOL...

So, fine! Here it is. LOL

It's a little crossover story, kinda... Jo/Blair, Xena/Gabrielle
totally rated G nothing nothing Graphic although the women are obviously together
what else am I supposed to say.. I can't remember, I've already told you it's not beta'd... oh... yeah
None of the characters are mine, they all belong to whoever they belong to, and I haven't made a cent off of writing this, although I did make someone smile, so that is cool.

If I say much more this intro is going to be longer than the story! Here ya go.

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The blonde looked at her reflection in the dark window then turned to her companion.

“Tell me a story.”

Groaning, the brunette put her feet up on the coffee table and motioned for her blonde partner to join her on the couch. Once settled with her arm around slender shoulders and an elegant hand resting lightly on her stomach, Jo began to speak.

“Once upon a time, it was a dark and stormy night…”

“Awww…” Blair chuckled and lightly slapped the tummy under her hand. “How cliché can you get?!”

“Hey! You’re the one that wanted a story, Princess. You didn’t specify it had to be good.” Jo smirked at her irate lover, knowing what was coming next.

“Tell me a story,” Blair poked the woman next to her lightly in the ribs. “and make it good!”

Rolling her eyes, Jo sighed as Blair rested her head on her broad shoulder. Closing her eyes, Jo began to speak, again.

“The treetops brushed the darkened sky, swaying against the onslaught of the relentless storm.”

“Now that’s more like it,” Blair murmured.

“Quiet you.” Jo grinned and kissed the blonde head then continued.

“The storm had trapped the couple in the cave for three days now with no sign of the driving rain even starting to ease.” Jo paused, expecting a comment about how she should know about caves, when none came she smiled and continued.

“I’m going to try and find some supplies.”

“Xena, no.” Gabrielle grabbed the warrior’s arm. “Please, not while the storm is still this bad.”

“I knew it,” Blair mumbled, “You always tell Xena stories.”

Jo chuckled. “And you always like them, so just listen okay?”

“Mmm hmmm…” Blair snuggled in closer and remained silent.

“We need more firewood and we don’t have anything left to eat.” Xena pointed out. “I can survive a little rain, hopefully I can find something quick.” Sad blue eyes took in Gabrielle’s thinning face. She knew it didn’t take too many missed meals for the blonde to become sick, she just didn’t have the reserves necessary to endure that. She admitted to herself, neither of us do.

“Stay away from the river,” Gabrielle knew she wouldn’t talk her companion out of this foolhardy venture. “With this much rain the current will be much too fast.” She sighed, “and you already know that.”

“Keep the fire burning low.” Xena smiled and cupped the younger woman’s cheek in her hand. “Any wood I bring back will need to dry before we try to burn it.” Brushing aside the blonde bangs, Xena kissed the smaller woman’s forehead and whispered. “And you already knew that too.”

“Be careful!” Gabrielle’s familiar parting remark hung between them. Those two words saying so much, Be careful, don’t get hurt, don’t get killed, I need you, I love you…

“I will.” Xena’s standard reply also conveyed responses to all Gabrielle’s worries. I won’t get hurt, I will come back, I need you too, I love you too…

For what seemed like days Gabrielle stayed in the cave, tending the small fire. She searched through the packs for anything edible they might have missed. She came up with a few tiny bits of dried meat, a small potato, two wizened carrots and a green onion stalk. Sighing, she knew it wasn’t much, but it would do for now. She filled their small cooking pot with water and added all the stuff she’d found to it, hoping it wouldn’t be all they had to eat once Xena returned.

Lightening cracked outside the cave and Gabrielle jumped. She jumped again when Xena appeared at the mouth of the cave.

“Oh my Gods!” Gabrielle cried and immediately stood but remained motionless at Xena’s upraised hand.

“It’s not mine.” The warrior indicated the blood and gore she was covered in, despite the rain. “I wasn’t the only one who decided this was a good time to hunt.” She let a makeshift pack slide off her shoulder, it was obviously the skin of a recently killed bear. When it hit the ground inside the cave several pieces of firewood spilled out. “Here,” She handed Gabrielle a smaller pack, inside were three rabbits already field dressed and ready to cook, plus a handful of greens and a few berries that Xena knew were Gabrielle’s favorite.

“Xena…” the bard’s green eyes glittered glad the warrior was safe, but annoyed that she’d taken the time to get the luxury when the necessities were so important.

“I’m gonna just stand outside for a minute, try to get some of this off me…”

Nodding, Gabrielle took the food and began to prepare it while Xena washed most of the gore off herself. She hoped the storm let up soon, but even if it didn’t, they would be okay because they were together and that’s really all they ever needed.”

“You really do tell good stories.” Blair mumbled against Jo’s shoulder.

“Thanks, Princess.” Jo chuckled, her smile didn’t last long though as her cell phone rang. “Uh oh.” She answered the call. “Polniaczek, go.” She listened and nodded. “I’ll be right there.” Blair waited until the call was disconnected before she protested.

“Jo, no.” She tightened her grip on the tense body in her arms. “It’s your night off…”

“I have to go, they found another body…” she sighed and gently disentangled herself from Blair’s grip. “Looks like the same M.O. as the others. I have to go, it’s my case.” Moving away from the couch, Jo took her gun harness off the coat rack next to the door and slipped it on. Her gun came out of the locked box on the stand next to the coat rack, and she made sure her badge was visible hanging from her belt. Her hand was on the doorknob when Blair’s choked voice stopped her motion.

“Joey…”

Warm arms surrounded her waist and she could feel Blair’s cheek pressed between her shoulder blades. She had heard them often enough but wasn’t prepared for the two words that followed.

“Be careful.”

Turning in the embrace, Jo gently wrapped her arms around Blair’s slender shoulders squeezing for a moment before pulling back. She smiled and brushed aside the woman’s blonde bangs, kissing the exposed skin lightly before responding.

“I will.”

Blair watched the door close behind her lover and swallowed hard. She always hated this feeling, watching Jo go off into who knows what kind of danger. With a deep breath, she calmed herself and made her way to the kitchen.

Suddenly she was in the mood for vegetable soup.

End.