Title: Asunder
Part: 2/?
Author: Druid
Feedback: Yes, please! I can't improve if you don't tell me what needs working on at ardcypher5@yahoo.com or just hit the review button.
Pairing: A/J C/S
Category: Mpreg, Humor, Drama (and maybe a little angst thrown in there for good measure).
Website:
Archive: Sure, go for it! Just tell me where my errant child's being bundled off to.
Rating: PG to NC-17...whatever strikes my fancy.
Disclaimer: I DON'T own any of the characters. But, I DO lie awake at night plotting on how to rectify that very situation. :)
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Joxer regained consciousness freezing, wet and screaming. His eyes shot open to reveal Ares standing over him holding a (NOW!) half empty water pitcher. With a burst of power, the God of Peace's pupils flashed silver, just before the pitcher imploded and it's contents were released.all over a scowling War God.
Seeing the look on his lover's face, Joxer burst out laughing. His mirth continued unchecked until twin moans of pain intruded on his awareness. Quickly becoming serious again, he rushed over to the two pregnant *Oh shit, PREGNANT!* gods.
"Are you two alright? Is there anything we can do?"
Strife was the first to answer, his voice quavering with exhaustion.
"I hate ta ask for help, ya know that, but can ya go and get Asclepius for us? We'd flash ovah there ourselves, but that's what started this whole mess. The babies apparently don't like ta have their molecules fucked with."
"They're also interfering with our energy patterns enough to scramble long distance mind communication, otherwise we'd have called him already." Cupid finished with a groan before once again leaning over and heaving into the basin.
Ares was there in an instant, rubbing his back and whispering soothing words into his ear. As the Love God's heaving dwindled down again, he swayed dazedly before collapsing against his father's chest. Ares gathered him in his arms as Joxer did the same with Strife. They left the bathroom and laid their burdens on the bed and covered them up. Ares knelt down next to his nephew and ran his fingers gently across his forehead.
"Don't worry, Strife. We'll bring Asclepius here. But for now, you two need to sleep."
Exerting a small amount of his power, he put the two ailing gods into a deep healing sleep. Looking up worriedly at his consort, his face clearly displayed the amount of fear that he was feeling. Rising to his feet, Ares was about to call for the God of Healing when they heard quiet sobbing coming from the bathroom.
"Shit! We forgot about Bliss! Ares, you get Asclepius over here and I'll get our grandson."
He didn't even wait for a response as he ran back to the bath chamber. What he saw there broke his heart. The little godling was curled up in a corner bawling his eyes out. Crossing the room in an instant, he pulled a sniveling Bliss into his lap.
"What's wrong, little man? If you don't tell me, I can't make it all better," he cajoled.
Whimpering and wiping a hand across his running nose, the young winged god buried his face in Joxer's shoulder before responding.
"Me scar'd, G'anpa Jos. My daddies be `kay?" he asked while looking up at his step-grandfather with big, trusting, tear-filled eyes.
Cuddling the frightened bundle even closer to his chest, Joxer started rocking while trying to reassure the little one.
"They're gonna be fine, Bliss. Your grandpa's getting Asclepius to check them out right now."
"Truth?" The blonde child queried.
"Uh huh. See, your daddies aren't really sick. There's just something going on right now that's making their tummies VERY unhappy."
"W'as goin' on, G'anpa Jos? Will daddies get better?"
"Sure they will, Bliss! They're just.well.can you keep a secret?"
The little boy suddenly began bouncing up and down and clapping, "YES! Me loves secrets! TELLME!TELLME!TELLME!"
Smiling down at the excitement on his grandson's face, Joxer decided to bite the bullet.
"The secret is.your daddies are pregnant."
Bliss made a face of confusion at the word. Turning to face his grandpa, he voiced his thoughts, "What do pr.pre.pre, what that word mean?"
Sighing at the fact that he was going to have to explain the birds and the bees-well, the bees and the bees, anyway-to the God of LOVE's son, he settled down for a long conversation. He hoped with everything that he was and ever would be, that he hadn't been lying when he told this trusting child that his fathers were going to be fine.
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Back in the bedroom
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Ares had been pacing around ceaselessly since the God of Healing had arrived. Asclepius had taken one look at the two sleeping god's with his power before unashamedly yelling;
"HERA!"
The Queen of the Gods appeared in a bright flash of peacock feathers. Looking around to gauge what sort of situation had arisen to warrant her grandson calling her as he had, she immediately noticed the two unconscious gods. Hurrying her steps and damning dignity along the way, she rushed to their bedside and flexed her considerable power. Closing her eyes, she focused her energies on the two before snapping her eyes open in wide- mouthed shock.
She quickly whirled on her dark son and demanded an explanation.
Flinching under his mother's gaze and feeling very much like he had when he was five and had set one of her precious bird's plumage on fire, Ares squeaked out his answer. When his mother discovered that he knew about as much as she did, she began to discuss the situation with the God of Healing.
"Asclepius, what have you discovered from your divination?"
"Well," the confused god responded, "It's quite obvious that they're pregnant. However, what I can't figure out is why I can only sense one life force."
Sighing, Hera slumped down onto a corner of the bed, "That's what I was afraid of. I don't know how we're going to tell them."
Finally, getting fed up with being left out and not liking at all the direction the conversation had taken, Ares bellowed, "What don't you know how to tell them?! What's wrong?!"
Hanging her head, the Queen of Olympus whispered, "I don't know how to tell them that I'm only sensing one living child...not two," before burying her face in her hands.
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Part: 2/?
Author: Druid
Feedback: Yes, please! I can't improve if you don't tell me what needs working on at ardcypher5@yahoo.com or just hit the review button.
Pairing: A/J C/S
Category: Mpreg, Humor, Drama (and maybe a little angst thrown in there for good measure).
Website:
Archive: Sure, go for it! Just tell me where my errant child's being bundled off to.
Rating: PG to NC-17...whatever strikes my fancy.
Disclaimer: I DON'T own any of the characters. But, I DO lie awake at night plotting on how to rectify that very situation. :)
~*~*~*~*~*~
Joxer regained consciousness freezing, wet and screaming. His eyes shot open to reveal Ares standing over him holding a (NOW!) half empty water pitcher. With a burst of power, the God of Peace's pupils flashed silver, just before the pitcher imploded and it's contents were released.all over a scowling War God.
Seeing the look on his lover's face, Joxer burst out laughing. His mirth continued unchecked until twin moans of pain intruded on his awareness. Quickly becoming serious again, he rushed over to the two pregnant *Oh shit, PREGNANT!* gods.
"Are you two alright? Is there anything we can do?"
Strife was the first to answer, his voice quavering with exhaustion.
"I hate ta ask for help, ya know that, but can ya go and get Asclepius for us? We'd flash ovah there ourselves, but that's what started this whole mess. The babies apparently don't like ta have their molecules fucked with."
"They're also interfering with our energy patterns enough to scramble long distance mind communication, otherwise we'd have called him already." Cupid finished with a groan before once again leaning over and heaving into the basin.
Ares was there in an instant, rubbing his back and whispering soothing words into his ear. As the Love God's heaving dwindled down again, he swayed dazedly before collapsing against his father's chest. Ares gathered him in his arms as Joxer did the same with Strife. They left the bathroom and laid their burdens on the bed and covered them up. Ares knelt down next to his nephew and ran his fingers gently across his forehead.
"Don't worry, Strife. We'll bring Asclepius here. But for now, you two need to sleep."
Exerting a small amount of his power, he put the two ailing gods into a deep healing sleep. Looking up worriedly at his consort, his face clearly displayed the amount of fear that he was feeling. Rising to his feet, Ares was about to call for the God of Healing when they heard quiet sobbing coming from the bathroom.
"Shit! We forgot about Bliss! Ares, you get Asclepius over here and I'll get our grandson."
He didn't even wait for a response as he ran back to the bath chamber. What he saw there broke his heart. The little godling was curled up in a corner bawling his eyes out. Crossing the room in an instant, he pulled a sniveling Bliss into his lap.
"What's wrong, little man? If you don't tell me, I can't make it all better," he cajoled.
Whimpering and wiping a hand across his running nose, the young winged god buried his face in Joxer's shoulder before responding.
"Me scar'd, G'anpa Jos. My daddies be `kay?" he asked while looking up at his step-grandfather with big, trusting, tear-filled eyes.
Cuddling the frightened bundle even closer to his chest, Joxer started rocking while trying to reassure the little one.
"They're gonna be fine, Bliss. Your grandpa's getting Asclepius to check them out right now."
"Truth?" The blonde child queried.
"Uh huh. See, your daddies aren't really sick. There's just something going on right now that's making their tummies VERY unhappy."
"W'as goin' on, G'anpa Jos? Will daddies get better?"
"Sure they will, Bliss! They're just.well.can you keep a secret?"
The little boy suddenly began bouncing up and down and clapping, "YES! Me loves secrets! TELLME!TELLME!TELLME!"
Smiling down at the excitement on his grandson's face, Joxer decided to bite the bullet.
"The secret is.your daddies are pregnant."
Bliss made a face of confusion at the word. Turning to face his grandpa, he voiced his thoughts, "What do pr.pre.pre, what that word mean?"
Sighing at the fact that he was going to have to explain the birds and the bees-well, the bees and the bees, anyway-to the God of LOVE's son, he settled down for a long conversation. He hoped with everything that he was and ever would be, that he hadn't been lying when he told this trusting child that his fathers were going to be fine.
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Back in the bedroom
~*~*~*~*~*~
Ares had been pacing around ceaselessly since the God of Healing had arrived. Asclepius had taken one look at the two sleeping god's with his power before unashamedly yelling;
"HERA!"
The Queen of the Gods appeared in a bright flash of peacock feathers. Looking around to gauge what sort of situation had arisen to warrant her grandson calling her as he had, she immediately noticed the two unconscious gods. Hurrying her steps and damning dignity along the way, she rushed to their bedside and flexed her considerable power. Closing her eyes, she focused her energies on the two before snapping her eyes open in wide- mouthed shock.
She quickly whirled on her dark son and demanded an explanation.
Flinching under his mother's gaze and feeling very much like he had when he was five and had set one of her precious bird's plumage on fire, Ares squeaked out his answer. When his mother discovered that he knew about as much as she did, she began to discuss the situation with the God of Healing.
"Asclepius, what have you discovered from your divination?"
"Well," the confused god responded, "It's quite obvious that they're pregnant. However, what I can't figure out is why I can only sense one life force."
Sighing, Hera slumped down onto a corner of the bed, "That's what I was afraid of. I don't know how we're going to tell them."
Finally, getting fed up with being left out and not liking at all the direction the conversation had taken, Ares bellowed, "What don't you know how to tell them?! What's wrong?!"
Hanging her head, the Queen of Olympus whispered, "I don't know how to tell them that I'm only sensing one living child...not two," before burying her face in her hands.
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