Thanx to DailysGirl4Life again, be calm, Achilles is a strong boy. oh yeah again i don't own the damien rice song.

As the dagger pierced his back Achilles rose off the bed his back searing from the pain. He turned to Andromache whose body was quivering on the bed waiting for him to kill her. His face distorted in pain, his muscles shaking ever so slightly as he reached behind his back and pulled it out. He let it drop to the granite floor and looked at Andromache. His emotionless expression scared her more than if he had had a weapon in his hand.

'I would have killed you for that, but...' Achilles stopped himself from explaining his actions to her.

Andromache relaxed slightly and sat up, she looked around the room's floor, tears falling down her cheeks, which she felt ashamed of; she was supposed to be strong.

'I am sorry,' Andromache said still looking down, she didn't want to apologise to her husband's murderer.

'You do not have to be, I can understand why you would want me dead,' Achilles sat again on the bed, this time he was facing her.

Andromache was angry now, 'I am so glad that you understand, I am sorry that I attacked you but I am not sorry that I hate you, and I will for all eternity.

'That's a long time, eternity...do you have anything I can dress my wound with?' Achilles sat back to Andromache's surprise.

'What are you doing? I can't help you, you shouldn't have come anyway,' she said getting up.

Her movement did not prompt him to move, Achilles knew what he wanted and that was to be healed, he could ask his mother but why when he could feel Andromache's touch.

'Get up, you can't stay here, why aren't you moving?' Andromache whispered frantically, pacing back and forth.

'I need something to dress my wound,' Achilles said almost innocently.

'If I leave this room, it will be to call the guards,' she threatened now standing still.

'Then why are you whispering?' Achilles had caught her out.

Andromache didn't know what to do or say.

'Fine, it would be too much to ask,' Achilles said standing, 'mother I don't think I've asked for your help so many times in one night, heal me...please'.

Andromache stood back as Achilles stepped slowly towards her. Whilst she stood against the wall Achilles turned around to show her the bare perfect skin where she had pierced his flesh, he was healed. She was stunned but now a firm believer in the gods, she didn't like them that was for sure. When Achilles hands were at the sides of her and his face was within an inch of hers. He stared into her eyes as if he was looking for something. He was looking for the real her, the one who wasn't full of anger but he knew that was his fault.

Andromache had to say something now, 'the gods are under your command?'

Achilles laughed lightly, 'no...my mother gives me help when I am in need, which is not very often, apart from her I hate the gods'.

'Hector hated them to,' she hadn't realised it but she was comparing the man in front of her and her late husband.

'Men depend on the gods too much, kings especially,' Achilles said taking his hands from her sides and standing a short distance away from her.

Andromache had calmed down, 'you and Hector would have agreed on that'.

'I don't deny your husband was a brave man and knew what he had done was wrong, he seemed a good man and a good warrior,' Achilles was not looking at her now, he knew if he did, he would take her back to Greece with him.

'My husband was a great warrior, a wonderful prince and the kindest of men, he would protected Troy to his last breath, he had a place to call home, he had a family,' Andromache was becoming angry again.

'I had a family to!' he shouted.

Both became silent and waited for any sign of a guard, after there was none they resumed their conversation to a smoother tone.

'I am sorry for what happened to your cousin,' she backed down.

'I am sorry for your son, he will need a father,' Achilles felt the guilt and he didn't like it; he shook it off as he often did, 'but I am not sorry I did it, he killed my family so I killed him, if I was a real monster I would have killed you and your son'.

'You are a monster,' Andromache was shocked, she couldn't believe she was accepting him but then his words made it clear to her, he would never be anything but a soldier.

'I said I'm sorry for your son,' he almost shouted.

'What about me, are you sorry you took away my husband?' Andromache's face was becoming hot.

'No' he said his eyes fixed on her, he was going to have her, no matter what.

'You're cold, unfeeling, war monger,' Andromache threw names at him.

'Think of me what you will' he said about to take her.

'Think about what you've done to me,' she lunges for him and he catches her.

'I will think about you, I can promise you that,' Achilles said holding her; he knew she would never feel what he felt the moment he saw her. So he walked away leaving Andromache feeling broken on the floor. She watched him leave and didn't know what to feel, she felt hate and sorrow and want.

'Wait!' Andromache sobbed.

Achilles stood at the doorway, 'why?'

'I don't know what to feel anymore, you are the only one I know who can understand what I am feeling, you lost you're family, I lost a part of mine, a large part, I just feel so angry at you and the gods, I don't want to be angry anymore,' Andromache sobbed harder on the floor.

Achilles lifted her off the floor and laid her on her bed, her breathing slowed down while he lay beside her. He brushed her locks of soft chocolate brown hair from her perfect face.

'I thought I could never loose the anger, until Briseis showed me that peace of another person, I would show you peace but only if you want me to,' Achilles whispered.

Andromache looked out of her window at the moonlight and a single tear ran down her, she needed peace. We might kiss when we are alone

When nobody's watching

We might take it home

We might make out when nobody's there

It's not that we're scared

It's just that it's delicate
 She turned to him and said 'I want you'.

Achilles took wrapped his arms around her body...