Title: A Girl With A Chakram

Summary: Gabrielle's Adventures after Xena.

Rating: PG (for violence)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Xena, I'm just a lowly fan who likes playing and pretending he does, ^_^.

Author's Notes: Um….yeah, I wrote this a while back and…let's just say the dreaded block is back, so bare with.

Dedication: To Mandy and Chris, you know why, :)

"A Girl with a Chakram"

~Prelude~

     I should've seen it from the beginning of our journey—the look on her face, the lessons, but it was when I was able to use the chakram, that deep down I knew it was all over, of course, I wasn't about to let that stop me—denial is an ugly thing.  I desperately did not want Xena to stay dead; I needed her with me, she was everything to me—my reason for living. 

She's gone now.  And as I always knew, I feel empty inside. 

I haven't slept for weeks, all I keep seeing when I close my eyes are her misty blue ones staring into mine, with that grin she always made when she was planning something, the sobs of Eve fill my mind when I stopped in the Land of Eli to tell her of the news.  I think that might have been the worst part, watching Eve stare at the chakram by my side—my chakram now.  It feels weird saying that, my chakram. 

I do wish that I could be with her again, have her next to me to tell me another tale of a journey long ago, of a time when she was consumed with her dark-side, with me intently listening like the old days.  However, I can't relive the past, its time to move on, and as I stare at the stars, I remember where I am: the Land of the Pharaohs.  I decided that it'd be the best thing for me after all, to do some good.  So much injustice is in this land; I sometimes wonder if I can handle it alone, but I hear a voice that tells me to do what I can, that's all I can do.  It comforts me to think maybe that its Xena telling me this—giving me advice.

I forgot how cold it gets at night here, a total opposite to the searing heat in the day—but the cold is welcoming, it gives me something else to think about, and I just bundle up a little more and wait for dawn to arrive so that I can keep going on my journey. 

Do you think I can handle it on my own?  I hope so.

Gabrielle hugged the blanket tighter, pressing it closer to her skin, adjusting her pack slightly by nudging it with her shoulder to try to find a comfortable spot for her to be able to attempt to sleep.  At the moment she wouldn't mind seeing those misty blue eyes once again, and within a few minutes she was fast asleep dreaming about journey's past, long forgotten by all but her, and a small smile spread on her face.