This is my first Alexander fic… It's really short, but I hope you'll like it anyway. It's not betad, and English is not my first language…
It's a different look at Bagoas and his relationship to both Alexander and Hephaistion. And yes, I DO have a reasons behind this… Review if you want to know them ;)
I don't own Alexander, nor do I make any money from this.
Warnings: Mild slash.
R&R?
Bagoas POV.
In war, all men have to fight… I was honoured to see that Alexander indeed saw me saw man enough to fight in his army. As many others, I thought him to be the sun that guided us all and indeed, I did love him. But one battle, and one alone, changed all I believed in and nothing would ever be the same again.
Never had we been this close to be lost, never before had I felt death so near as I did when we fought the Elephants of India. I was never truly a warrior, and my courage failed me that day. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I was about to run from the battle. As Alexander charged the Indian King my steps halted, but I did not turn back. Instead I watched as if in a dream.
I saw the infantry gain futile courage from Alexander's charge, I saw the Indian warrior's laugh at us… And I was sure we were all doomed in that second. But then everything changed yet again. Many has said that it was Alexander's courage, his charge against the elephants that changed the battle, but I know differently. I was there…
I was there to see the horses refuse to move… Even as their leader charged ahead, the cavalry remained immobile. Not until the King fell did they move… And I know why they moved then, not because Alexander was in danger, not because they suddenly realised what was going on. But because one man didn't care if he lived or died as long as he could protect Alexander…
As Hephaistion screamed "The King is down!" and charged a head, that was the moment that the courage returned to the men, me included. And we charged a head, slowly fighting them back. Elephants and barbarians were not enough to stop Hephaistion, nor was it enough to stop us that followed the brown haired man.
So many nights in Babylon had I watched them toghter, wondering what that kind of love would feel like. So many days after Alexander's wedding had I watched Hephaistion and wondered how a man could survive a betrayal like that… And now I knew…
When Hephaistion died sometime later, Alexander accused us all, me included, to have hated the man… I wanted to tell him… I wanted to speak up and say that I loved him. I might not have been man enough to be considered a true lover, nor was I ever allowed into the blue eyed man's bed. But I did love him… My body belonged to Alexander, but after that battle, my heart would always lay with Hephaistion.
I wanted to laugh at the Companion's as they in shock watched Alexander fall apart, I wanted to ask them: "Did you not know who really controlled this empire?" But I kept my silence…
After Hephaistion's funeral, Alexander approached me. Apparently, my loved one had asked for him to set me free in his will… Because of the love he said he saw in me… And yes, I accepted, with the request to stay with Alexander for the rest of his life as a servant. Not because I loved Alexander or his empire, but because I knew that Hephaistion wished for someone to watch over his loved one.
Now I'm alone, and all that those two great men created toghter is crumbling. Yet I know that the most important thing they created was the love for each other. When ever death comes to claim me, I hope to once again be able to serve those two that actually knew what love is.