Let's Talk About the Weather…
By Gabs
DISCLAIMER:
Well, as you all know by now, none of the characters belong to me. I've never claimed that they do so… um… yeah. Don't sue me, cuz I do bite. And don't even ask where this idea came from because I honestly don't know… I actually just found this story again when I was cleaning my room… and I also found an old Wild Berry Skittles bag, and it still had a Skittle in it! That made my day… but I don't know how it got by me the first time… but it was still good. So yeah. On with the show!"So when did it hit you?"
"When I came to get Xena to go to Norway with me. As soon as I saw her, it happened."
"Yeah, same here. Of course, I had nothing to do with Norway. They were looking for my father. But as soon as we met… you know what I mean?"
"Yeah. It was really hard for me, what with Xena and the not quite subtle Brunhilda both around all the time," Beowulf grumbled.
"Tell me about it! I had Xena and the father who'd been in love with her for years both there!" Virgil sighed.
"Well, I'm willing to do whatever it takes to win her heart," Beowulf declared.
"You? I've known her longer!" Virgil protested.
"So? That makes no difference!" Beowulf replied.
"Yes it does!" Virgil informed him.
"I tried repeatedly to save her from the Ring of Fire! You, on the other hand, didn't even know she was there," Beowulf pointed out.
A blue flash interrupted their argument.
"Oh, give it up! If I couldn't get Gabrielle to leave Xena, what makes you two think you will?" Ares demanded.
"Because she never liked you in the first place," Virgil stated.
"And she never will," Beowulf added.
"He's got more of a chance than you," Virgil said.
"Yeah, you northerners dress funny," Ares agreed.
"Oh, like she would fall for the son of one of her best friends?" Beowulf shot at Virgil.
"That would be cradle robbing!" Ares stated.
Before any of them could say anything else in their defense, Gabrielle walked up.
"Well, this is quite the interesting meeting! What on Earth could you three have to talk about?"
Ares, Virgil and Beowulf exchanged glances.
"The weather."
Yup, that's it. See, told ya it was pointless. Or maybe I didn't tell you, but I am now.
