Thanx again to that star DallyGirl4Life and as for Trojans and whoever the hell keeps threatening me, guess what I don't take kindly to threats, if u have a problem with the story just say so, don't call me names and email with shit about how I have no brain just because I don't wanna be bullied into writing something I think has been covered by thousands of other fanfiction writers, so if you don't like it, don't read it. Now I think I'll also say that every time you tell me not to put these two together it make me wanna so here it is. Deal with it!

Andromache couldn't believe what has passed between her and Achilles, it seemed so wrong but he made the pain fade away. The tears that fell as the city rejoiced in their victory over the Greeks. The people must have known that they couldn't hold them off for long, if Achilles could get in, eventually the pure evil in Agamemnon would get him through their walls. Andromache looked over her baby boy as he slept, when he grew would he forgive her for loving the man who had slain his father. Andromache felt guilty but the guilt slipped away when he held her close and whispered her name, he gave her peace.

The morning broke and Odysseus called for Achilles from outside his quarters, 'Come Achilles I have a plan!'

But there was no sound of response from Achilles, Odysseus stood still to try and hear some sound of movement and when he couldn't he called again. Agamemnon stormed towards Achilles tent, his robes wavering over the sand, and his foul stench reaching Odysseus. He couldn't stand the man but he had no choice but to fight with him or for him.

'Is he in there!' the dictator yelled.

'Yes he is, why?' Odysseus was beginning to fear he wasn't and if not where was he.

'Because we haven't got time, we have started breaking down the boats, now get out here Achilles!'

Odysseus tensed as Agamemnon went to lift the flap of Achilles' tent but with all manor of ease Achilles rose from inside with a smile upon his face, he was the happiest man in the world, he had his Aphrodite. Odysseus and the myrmidons relaxed when they saw their glorious warrior.

'See here is our Achilles no need to fret Agamemnon, he is here,' Odysseus laid it on thick.

'Okay Odysseus I think our fearless king knows of my presence,' Achilles sat himself down, his sarcasm of his fearless king evident and making Agamemnon fume with anger.

'Look, we storm the city by getting in that big horse, now suit up and get your men in there, make sure your comfortable, we'll be there for a time,' Agamemnon stormed off with the ferocity with which he came.

'And whose great plan was this?' Achilles said picking up the sand and throwing it hard back.

'Mine,' Odysseus said with little pride, 'it must be done, good luck Achilles, I will be there with you'.

'You may never see me again, Odysseus,' Achilles said as his friend walked away.

Odysseus turned in wonder, 'Why would that be, friend?'

'I have seen enough, enough war, enough death to last a thousand lifetimes, I have had enough,' Achilles stood.

Odysseus whispered his last words to his friend, 'then go with peace, I shall not stop you, its been an honour to know you,' he shook his friends hand and was gone.

Achilles let the last few grains of sand fall from his fingertips. He stood and made his way back into his tent, he had to be ready. He couldn't believe that she was willing to be with him, it made his soul soar in a way which even the gods could not take away. No matter where he went her face was with him, when he closed his eyes there she was to comfort him.

The streets of Troy were alive with the sounds of the festival as the people danced, jumped and sang around the enormous horse that the Greeks had left for them. Paris was fuming from their insolence at having no compassion for the death of his brother; Helen did her best to console him but as the people below rejoiced their prince scowled at them. Whilst the lovers consoled themselves Andromache sat on her chair, her face stony cold from the shock. The shock of the people rejoicing in her misfortune, which had twice fallen upon her with Hector's death and Achilles leaving her. Somehow she held out hope that somewhere behind those walls he waited for when the night covered him and he would do the impossible and find her again. It also stunned her that the Greeks had given in. The pride of Agamemnon would have surely kept his armies on the shores of Troy for many years; a part of her knew Agamemnon would come for them, eventually.

The night had fallen and Andromache sat upon the side of her bed, still fully clothed, her nerves were becoming worse. She gripped her sheets tightly and took deep breaths; it was the only way to calm herself down.

The wooden monumental statue opened up to unleash the Greek warriors, as they set about opening the gates, Achilles ran for Andromache and her son. He sped through the streets as he had done before; he knew he didn't have much time.

The screams of the Trojans were heard from everyone corner of the city and Andromache sped to her son's side, woke her nurse and led them to the tunnel. She was determined to save as many as she could.

Briseis saw her cousin and ran to her, 'What shall we do?'

'We must lead as many as we can to the tunnel, I'll show you, come, quickly,' Andromache beckoned. She had no time to think of Achilles, she had to save her people, the ones who danced upon the week of her husband's death.

'I cannot, Achilles is somewhere out there,' as Briseis spoke it pierced Andromache's heart.

'You must find him then,' she said weakly before going to gather as many as she could.

Briseis smiled through the screams of her people because she knew if Andromache could forgive him that Paris could. She ran through the people past the guards and out towards the top of the city.

Achilles had found Andromache's chamber but she was not there, nor was her son in his crib, he knew he had to save her family. He made his way out onto the top of the city to find Agamemnon holding Briseis.

Briseis squirmed as she tried to block out the thought of that filthy disgusting man's hands on her, she slowly lifted the dagger as he talked on and on about what he had done to her and how he had killed her uncle, with no guilt or sorrow she struck him, killing him, taking her revenge, taking her life back. The guards were not very grateful for Briseis's act of justice.

Achilles ran his sword through them both before they got to her. Briseis's eyes were full of joy when she saw him, Achilles couldn't look at her because he knew she was expecting something, which he could not give to her. As Achilles held Briseis' face in his hands and began to open his mouth, Paris happened upon them, he drew up his bow.

I can't take my mind off of you

I can't take my mind off you

I can't take my mind off of you

I can't take my mind off you

I can't take my mind off you

I can't take my mind...

My mind...my mind...

'Til I find somebody new

Andromache had shown many of the Trojans through the tunnel door and had done to find her family, her nurse had her son and was making her way to the nearest city, and now all Andromache had to do was find Paris, Helen, Briseis and Achilles...Achilles.