Uber Love

By Simahoyo

(This is a sequel to Full Circle, a Xena Fanfiction. Please read it first. Cross over with UberXena characters and Rizzoli and Isles. The Rizzoli and Isles parents are in trouble because their daughters died too soon. Can four Goddesses fix this?) Author's note. My sister is named Constance, so my Constance can never be as cold or mean as portrayed elsewhere, because my sis keeps improving her.

The Misty Isles: Timeless

Brigantia and Hope were summoned to the great room by one of the Nine Sisters. The fire burned warm in the stone fireplace, while the caldron rested at the feet of Creiddylad. She was seated upon her throne before the fire, and opposite her, on another throne, was Aphrodite. Both looked very serious indeed.

It had been some years since they had returned to the earth in human form, these daughters of Goddesses, and themselves Goddesses. Hope had returned first, then Brigantia. But the faces of their mothers said that something had gone wrong with their last incarnation.

They stood, holding hands, and looking on the faces of the Great Goddess of the Celts and the Greek Goddess of Love.

"Hi Hope, and Brig. We have something to talk to you about. It's serious love gone wrong, and , well, we can show you better than tell you.", said Aphrodite.

"Both must see, but each in her way. Come, my child, and drink from this." Creiddylad held a drinking horn filled with boiling liquid to Brigantia's lips, and she drank.

"Your turn, sweetie." Aphrodite beckoned to Hope, touching her heart, then her eyes.

Their dual vision unfolded.

Boston: 2009. St Benedict Cemetery. The grass was brown and crisp, as Frank and Angela Rizzoli walked to the grave marker. Their faces were worn with grief. Their dark fall clothing defended them against the weather, and they clutched flowers. Neither spoke. When they drew up to the headstone, Angela reached out and touched the name. "Jane Rizzoli". Frank's arm moved around her shoulders, and they placed the flowers.

"Janie. We miss you so much. Why did you have to go after that awful man alone? Couldn't you have waited?"

Frank stood, shaking his head. "I'd rather have you with us, damn it. Now Frankie quit the police force and is wasting his life as a plumber, he won't tell me, but he hates it."

Another couple entered, walking close by, and stopped at another grave. The name on the headstone was, "Maura Evangeline Isles". The death date was 1998. They were well-dressed, but

sorrow etched their faces as well.

The woman threw flowers at the headstone.

"Why did you leave me? I went all the way to Africa to get you and you died before I got to you.

Why? You didn't have to go."

Her husband turned, and took her arm, but she fell to her knees, crying.

He just wept.

Angela put aside her own sorrow, and approached them.

"There's nothing worse than losing a child."

"I know. It's been eleven years today, but we can't seem to move on. She was our only child."

"That's so hard. We lost our daughter last year.", said Frank. "We still have our sons, but it will never be the same."

The other mother stood up, eyes flashing. "It's how she died I can't get over. She was a doctor, and she went to Africa to volunteer. She was always stubborn, so she went to the Congo, and for her efforts, their army beat her to death.."

"Connie, calm down. They didn't have to hear that."

Angela took Connie by the hand. "It is worse when they die by violence. Janie was a homicide detective. We always knew she might die in the line of duty, but she was murdered by a serial killer. It's not the same as if it was disease or an accident."

Connie looked down, nodding. "Yes, it is. They are so precious, and she was such a good person, why would anyone want to do that to her?"

Frank looked at the Isles, "Yeah, it's hurts a lot more when they were good people trying to do the right thing."

"I guess we should get home now. I'm sorry you lost her. She sounds like a special person."

"Your daughter does too."

The vision ended with them standing still ...

Hope opened her eyes. "This is terrible. I had no idea she would take my death so badly. She's furious. She's been emptied of all that love she held inside."

Brigantia looked at her mother, puzzled. "Angela seems sad, but alright. She's not carrying on."

Creiddylad spoke quietly. "Look at her wrists."

Brigantia looked, and saw vertical scars on each wrist. "No. She would never try suicide. She's too good a catholic."

"She stopped going to church after your death."

Aphrodite solemnly spoke, "It's about love. Do you love them enough to fix this?"

"How? We gave up our human bodies." Hope's green eyes glittered with unshed tears.

"We can change time, if you will agree not to let go of life too soon. You will both suffer pain you barely remember, and fear you have forgotten. Do not leave them. They need you." Creiddylad's eyes bored into their's.

The young Goddesses nodded their agreement.