Title: What the Greeks Knew
Disclaimer: Spash=not mine, everything else totally my brain child.
Rating: PG-NC-17
Pairing: Spencer and Ashley, those lovely Goddesses
Summary: A story told through the five elements and a pentagram. Both girls get each once. and it deals with themes of OCD, death, grief, love, all that good stuff
A.N.: nearly all written in stream of consiousness, and a little out of character, Have fun!

Chapter 1 Five Points (Ashley's Pentagram)

I'm walking. Where I don't know. Something strangely calm about this place. I've never been here before. I don't know why. I should have known this place existed before now. It's cold. Damp. The rain has stopped though. I guess that's a good thing. My brown locks are clinging to my face. Chills run down my spine. It's eerily quite. Too quite. Looming clouds hide celestial beings. So many heavenly things hidden from me. Too many. Where am I going?

"I've got the incentive right here." His strong voice pulls me from my daze.

"Well, I don't know about you," his friend begins to reply. I'm still walking and Doppler keeps me from hearing what the incentive is.

I'm cold, I cross my arms. They're missing something. The wind blows gently. Whispers to me. Tells me lies. Tells me truth. Chills my soul.

I move horizontally through space and time. Breezing through existence. What's left of it any way.

My eyes burn. I close them to drive away the tears. I see her face. I shutter.

"Dude, when need to go if we're going. I mean like now."

"Hold your horses jeez."

Frat boys. Count on them to pull you out of your mind. They are so loud and all over the place. I just want to be alone. Alone in my head. With my thoughts. With my lonely memories. Even the painful ones. Drink somewhere away from me. Don't remind me of the bittersweet escape of alcohol.

It burns so good. Down my throat. Burning like the pain in my heart. It drowns me. Drowns me like these emotions do. It takes my breath away. Gasps me like this winter chill. It causes delusions. Delusions of dryads dancing. But there is nothing feminine about the liquor.

You can keep it. Keep your loud frivolity. Keep your crutch. I don't need it any more. It's cost me the one thing I truly ever loved. My personal Daphne.

"Damn you Peneus." I scream. "What are you staring at?" the words escape my mouth like yellow bile of discontent. The passer-by runs off.

What have I become? a salamander

How did I let this get so fucked? slowly crawling like a turtle

The rain is up again. No drizzle this time. A torrential down pour. Each wet drop on my flesh tears at my soul. Reminding me of my mistake.

"Pythagoras where are you?" I ask to no one in particular. And no one answers.

It figures. No ideas. No good ones. Not any more.

No pentagrams left for me.

My five points are gone.

Five. Can I really sum her up in five points?

The hum of a moped draws me from my thoughts again. I look up in time to be splattered as the two wheeled vehicle speeds through a puddle in the concrete. I yell obscenities in their general direction.

Does anybody hear me? ghost

There is something strangely familiar about this place. I've been here before. But I can't remember when or why? Where was I? I was thinking about—That tree! I've sat beneath that tree before!

Mud is running up my legs as a investigate this repressed memory intruding my brooding.

Ah! I remember. I remember two things. I remember what I was thinking about and why I know this place. The answer is the same for both.

Spencer Carlin.

Can I sum her up in five points? I trace a finger along one side of the star carved in the laurel. "Passion". I say. No one hears me. Fire courses through my blood remembering her taste. Her touch, her smell.

"Ashley," her tender voice cooed. "I don't think I could love you more now if I tried."

"Well, the feeling is mutual." I replied as I ran my fingers down her bare back. "Tell me what you want Spencer."

"I want to go wherever you are taking me."

"Where is that?"

"Bed, I hope," her angelic smile melts my heart. A rarity.

I remember breathing her in. Going dizzy. I lovingly disrobe her. Igniting a hidden lion with in me. She loves it. She lets me lead. Lets me take her to the places I want to go. I nip at her. I drink in her flesh. She moans with pleasure. My hands run down her sides. She squeals in delight. I'd grown to love that sound. Knowing no one else had ever had her this way. Knowing that I am the only one to touch her, tease her, please her in this way.

And she knew she was the only one that I'd ever had this passion for. She was the only one whom I could spend hours laying, learning what each other's bodies where for. Drinking it in. I have never gotten enough of her. I never will.

I run my hand down the second side "Stability." Why am I talking to myself? Am I crazy? I may be now. With out her. I've lost my footing. I'm such an idiot. She was my concrete and I let her go. How? How did that happen? When she was always so there?

"Ashley, It's going to be okay."

"No Spencer its not. Daddy is gone. What am I going to do? What am I going to do? He was the only thing I have. Now I have nothing."

"Just breathe. That's all you have to do for me Ash. Just breathe."

"How can it be this morning? How can it be this morning that I talked to him? How?"

She put her hand on my back. She rubbed me gently. But she said nothing. "I'm so selfish. I should have been there with him, not here. I should have been there. It should be me that's dead not him. Why is it him?" She only rubbed my back. Only let me explode. Did the right thing. She did the right thing. And I loved her more for it. I loved her for her silence. The ground doesn't speak when you step, it's just there.

I drew my hand up the sideways mark "Penetrating."

"Ashley, I am your friend. I care about you and you are not going to disappear on me. Not now. Not with all we've been through."

"Spencer just go away."

"No Ashley. I'm not leaving until you tell me what happened."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"I want you to stop hiding from me." I sat there. Felt like ages. I didn't move. Barely breathed. I couldn't let her in. "Ashley you have to let me in."

"Spencer no I don't."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere until you do." Minutes flew by. I didn't budge. Neither did she. "Ash, you know I've got longer staying power than you."

She made me laugh. I opened the door to her. Her bright blue eyes made everything okay, and I didn't even have to speak.

I ran my finger across the middle line. "Healing." I spoke through tears, or is it rain, I'm not sure. You healed me in so many ways Spencer, and you don't even know it. Now I cant tell you. I cant tell you that I love you. That I've always loved you. You will be the only person that I ever love this deeply. Your soft touch. Your tender hands on my face. On my back. In me. You are in me, and I am a better person because of you. And you don't even know it. "Reason." I say as I draw the final line in the star.

"You can't keep doing this to me Ashley." Spencer cried. "This mind game you're playing with me it's getting old. I cant handle it any more.

"What game is it that I'm playing exactly?" I said coyly.

"That one" she pointed at me, "the one where you treat me like I'm stupid. Like I don't know what you've been up to."

"What have I been up to?" I was hoping I was calling your bluff. But you did know. And I was an idiot.

"I cant keep holding you up, if you're going to keep pushing me down."

She is so smart. She saw so many things. So many things that I didn't think any one would ever see. Her reason surpassed any one in my life. And it scared me. Here I stand in the rain, plagued with guilt. My finger lands in the center of the star. I place my whole hand there. Over our initials.

AD

SC.

Ditching a tour of the planetarium we came to this park. We'd been together for three months. We decided to make a public declaration. A star. A star shining in the night. Shining so bright that I can see it through my tear stained eyes. And I wonder. Why did I let this go? We were brought together by the cosmos. Gravity smashed us together.

How did we get torn apart?

Can I fix this? Can I fix us? Will you even give me the time of day after—

Would I if it would have been you? I have to try. I'll hate myself if I don't try. I want to try to be your quintessence. I want to try.
I walk a little faster. Rain pouring hard on me. I think I'm running now. To where? I know exactly.

J-Hall Second floor room 219.

God, I hope you are there.