Author's Notes: Thanks for pointing that little discrepency Agent-G; now I've gone back and replaced chapters one and two with corrections so Gabrielle has the proper hair color... As for what I mentioned in my e-mail; I forgot, that actually takes place in this chapter, stupid me.
Thanks to you Drizz'l for the review, I'm hoping for more guys; come on this story has to intrigue some people.

The usual disclaimer applies; oh right for all you Herc fans this chapter should be a real thrill, what kind of uber crossover would this be without Hercules and Iolaus?

Four days later after Xena felt I had gotten enough time to recuperate, not to mention get over the experience of having my arm injured and then repaired in such a fashion, she and Gabrielle finally approached me to ask me a few questions.
We were just leaving another one of those quaint little villages you always hear about, a new group of supplies in hand and temporary replacement clothing donated by a follower of Demeter. They were five sizes too big so we had to alter them creatively, footwear on the other hand was not so easy to find, my foot size was of a unique kind and so far we had been unable to locate anything for me to wear. I didn't mind, toughened them up a little if you asked me, anyway by now I felt much healthier, I didn't look too changed, but the fresh air and long hours of walking seemed to have caused a healing to transpire over me. My lungs felt much better than they had ever felt before and the strain my weight played on my body wasn't as taxing as it once was.

"We've been walking with you for some time since that incident and you haven't even ventured your name." Gabrielle blurted one day as we stopped to get a drink of water.

"That's because my mind is a wreck, I can't remember too much about my life before arriving here." I explained. "The collision with Xena's armor at a hundred miles an hour must have had something to do with it."

"Don't you remember anything?" Xena wondered as usual sharpening her sword with a flat stone.

"I remember bits and pieces… Alumni?" I wondered a funny look crossing my features, Gabrielle and Xena shared a confused look before addressing this new development.

"What about Alumni?" Gabrielle urged moving to sit closer eager for some interesting tale about my strange land I'd imagine.

"Nothing special, for some reason that calls out to me. It must be my name." I replied all previous uncertainties aside.

"Rather odd name isn't it?" Xena quipped twisting her blade in a few practice swings.

"As I'm certain Xena is a very common name." I shot back wryly scratching at the newly growing skin on my left arm.

"Don't do that." Gabrielle chastised rapping me across the wrist with her staff; I winced theatrically and waved my hand as if the wrist stung from the surprisingly gentle blow.

"Yes mother." I stated sarcastically.

"I mean it, it won't heal properly otherwise." She explained for about the trillionth time, I rolled my eyes and took a brief sip of water.

"Any further information you might be able to dredge up?" Xena wondered eager to finish this conversation so we could get back on the road.

"Not really, although…" I trailed off as something niggled at the back of my mind, it wasn't the first time this particular thought tried to break the barrier of the sub-conscious so that I could reveal it. "No, it's not important." I muttered shaking my head to clear it.

"In that case lets' go." She urged rushing to her feet and grasping Argos' reins. Gabrielle sighed before climbing to her feet; I merely shrugged my shoulders and resumed walking alongside the bard.

"Joxer the mighty, roams through the countryside, he never needs a place to hide with Gabby as his sidekick fighting with her little stick. Righting wrongs and singing songs, being mighty all day long. I'm Joxer, Joxer the mighty." Someone was singing as they traveled down the road to Athens. Suddenly a man rushed past this bumbling individual in the mish mash of armor and really ineffective looking helmet, he caught a glimpse of a flowing cloak as he tumbled to the ground. Voices from behind alerted him to the fact that others were pursuing this man, or was it a woman, he hadn't got a good look.

"Stop thief!" A voice cried as a contingent of well armed soldiers in roman armor dashed past the fallen fool.

"A thief huh, maybe I can be of some assistance." The man suggested as he struggled to climb back to his feet, a task made more complicated by the fact that he was trying to draw his sword simultaneously, however the roman legionnaires had already vanished around the bend.

"Hey wait I want to help!" He cried dashing off after the pursuers.

"What a poor excuse for a mortal." Hera muttered as she moved on from her observations more interested to see if someone else was even now rushing down the road to Athens.

This is the story of a time long ago, a time of myths and legends; when the ancient gods were petty and cruel. And they plagued mankind with suffering, only one man dared to challenge their power…

"Hercules! Hey Herc!" Iolaus cried as he rushed to join up with his friend who was getting ahead of him. The two were on their way to deal with a rampaging giant near the outskirts of Thrace; and they hadn't gotten very far when some of Heras' minions showed up looking for punishment. After the fight, Hercules had whirled around and rushed off in the opposite direction without any word. "Come on pal what's up, you're not going to leave that giant back there, slaughtering people are you?" Iolaus demanded.

"It will have to wait." Hercules explained. "Those warriors were sent to stop me; not from fighting that giant, but from something far worse."

"Well what was it?" Iolaus wondered stumbling slightly in his effort to catch up.

"There is a god traveling among the mortals, a new god intending to destroy Athens." Hercules explained.

"What? You're just going to trust something one of those jokers told you?" His friend demanded.

"It's not just what he said it was how he said it. I have this feeling Hera knows nothing about this new god." Hercules remarked.

"But how do you know that? This could be another one of Heras traps." Iolaus cautioned.

"I know, but we won't know until we run into this supposed god." Herc stated.

"Did this informant give you a name?" Iolaus asked.

"Alumni." He simply replied.

To Be Continued... Uh-Oh; what will happen when Hercules meets our intrepid hero? And just how many more plans can Ares and Hera come up with? You'll have to keep reading to find out and I strongly suggest you do that... RR folks; oh, and sorry if you don't like Joxer, but he is a vital element. I also appologize if his song shouldn't be even used yet due to certain continuity thingies, but I just dig that tune so much I just had to use it when introducing him for the first time... Oh yeah, Ten Dinars for the person who can guess the mysterious person in the long cloak's identity.