Hercules didn't move for the rest of the night. He stayed there, underneath that tree, replaying the scene that happened that night. What went wrong? Why was she so bitter? He hadn't said anything wrong, had he? He fell asleep at five in the morning, and stayed there until noon. He had nothing better to do, anyways.
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Meg entered the Underworld once again. How dare that boy? Hopping onto Charon's boat and tossing him a coin, she sat, fuming. What was his deal? More importantly, what did he want from her? She'd never been around a man that didn't want something.
Charon finally reached the "shore" of the Underworld, and Meg hopped off the boat, still enraged. Hades must have sensed her anger since he reached for her hand. "Whoa, Meg, Meg, Meg. What's wrong, babe?" She scoffed. "WHAT did I tell you about calling me 'babe?'" Hades smirked. "What did I tell you about calling you whatever I want? Now, tell Hades what's wrong." She raised an eyebrow. He was acting awfully weird. "Why are you acting so nice?" Normally, if she came home mad, he would just ignore her, not try to console her. "Whattt, can't I show my Meg a little sympathy once in a while? I mean, workin' with me. It can't be a picnic." Meg still doubted his intentions. Hades always had a trick up his toga. Rolling her eyes and ignoring the "my Meg" comment, she began to tell him the story, leaving out the part about crying; she only told the part about Hercules, which was a name Hades recognized. Eighteen years before, The Fates made a prophecy that Hades would take over Olympus. "Should Hercules fight, you will fail," was their last line. Thinking about it made his blood boil. He'd tried numerous times to get rid of his nephew, but never succeeded. Now he was a god, high on Mount Olympus, la-di-da. Hades had also heard about the deal with his brother and his nephew. Four days to get Meg to fall in love with him, or he's out. Meg didn't know about the deal, but she played a huge part in it. Hades saw possibilities in that. He could easily get Meg to ruin this for Hercules, and she wouldn't even know it.
"Aw, Nutmeg... what's the point in arguing with this guy? He's obviously not gonna quit. I bet ya when you go back to that river tomorrow, he's gonna be sitting right there." Again, she ignored the pet name. He was right, of course. Meg knew it. Guys didn't give up that easily, especially when she turned them down. It was almost like they enjoyed aggravating her. She bit her lip, in shock that she was about to say this. "Thanks... Hades." Without anymore words, she went to her cave Hades prepared especially for her. She thought about Hercules all the way there, until she laid down on her hard bed. "He is pretty cute," she thought to herself.
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Rising out of bed the next morning, Meg threw her hair into her usual ponytail and headed down the stairs of the Underworld. Meeting Hades on the way out, she smiled. "Morning, boss!" Hades was puzzled. She almost seemed… happy? For once. Maybe she was excited about seeing Hercules again.
Hopping on the boat, she flipped Charon a coin as usual. Today was the day she would meet the river guardian… And pull some strings on Herc's heart.