Disclaimer: Nay, I do not profit from writing Xena: Warrior Princess.

(Gabrielle/Xena)


If all it takes is love, then my dear we are safe.


It's in the night when Gabrielle remembers the last goodbye she ever said to Xena. As the cold air surrounds her – and the memory of the blue eyed warrior consumes her every thought.

It's the small moments, rather than the big – that she remembers.

How when Xena passed nothing felt right anymore. As she breathed in that moment, the air had tasted bitter. Like she herself should have ceased to have a heart beat as well. Maybe a part of her will always be dead – held within her companion's heart.

She doesn't tell stories anymore, not like when Xena was alive.

For her tales use to tell of a brave Warrior, keen in battle, eloquent in movement. Now she tells the story of a woman lost, a love never said and a heart broken that still beats, if not slower than before.

Loving is hard Gabrielle had once thought, loving without saying so.

But she had been wrong, for, loosing was harder – loosing the person she held closest to her heart, yet never truly could call her own.

It is when the rain falls does the whispered echo of death haunt Gabrielle's nightmares, it speaks of goodbyes, of hurt and the last moments the blonde will forever see of Xena. She doesn't want to let go, doesn't want to forget – how sad is the day when one might forget the piercing blue eyes. Gabrielle swore it'd never happen.

Yet in her dreams Xena never looks at her – were they brown? Gabrielle finds herself musing in her dreaming state, no, they were perhaps blue.

She doesn't go home.

She wouldn't even if she had nowhere else to go, as her family had never agreed of Xena.

So she walks – if to a place not known. She walks and sometimes when she is thinking of nothing, when the sun is low, orange in the sky…she'll feel the touch of Xena, gentle it is and the comfort of these small moments makes her smile.

Words not heard dance upon the warm wind – and Gabrielle thinks maybe Xena is talking, in a way much like she herself had when they first met. Talking about nothing, yet filling the silence with a light ease.

It's easier when the sun is low; when nothing is on her mind…it's peaceful to just feel the tenderness of not being alone. Although Gabrielle never knows what Xena whispers – the wind carries it far and just maybe one day she'll understand.

Understand the comforting feel to the unheard words.