A/N: I would put a disclaimer but... I think that us all Rabid Fangirls just KNOW that all the hot guys on screen are ours... as long as we don't try to bite off a piece of the cinema screen off in a spasm of, well, rabid- fangirlism. Ahem! Not as if I tried or anything. And I know my best friend is watching me, but she won't contradict me... I hope. Ooops. ( Kuddos to everyone who reviewed, I really appreciate it.) :)
To lateBloomer04: Paris will be here an awful lot, because when it comes to humor, the possibilities with him are endless. ;)
To Aragorn's Girl Arwen: OoOoh thaaaank you. ( I am still blushing for that comment.) And yes, Andromache does really mean 'Battle of Men'. I read it at a site that was called behindthename.com and it said that was the meaning, or something like that. I thought that it just fitted perfectly for the fic. :)
Thanks again for everyone and yesssssssssss the couples RULE! Yay! Oh, and just one more thing. The characters that you may not recognise in this story from TROY are not made up, they were either in the real Illyad (like the amazon girl, who actually came to help Hector- That's why she ruled!) or other greek myth heroes. :) Rant is over, enjoy!
Paris knocked on Hector's door and heard a sound close to a growl that he interpreted as a 'come in' , that was all he usually got whenever his brother was busy. He entered the room already dressed for the dinner that was going to be held with all the other guests.
The young prince thought that he had entered the wrong room. Actually, he was almost sure of it. Because the places where Hector would usually be were tidy and never messy. But this room... looked like a battlefield. Not as if he had ever actually been to one, since Troy rarely had any wars at all, but that was how his brother described them: an entangled mess where you could not distinguish a single body.
And that was true. Because Hector was nowhere in sight. Yeah, the room was big. But just HOW big? Paris wandered, as he looked to the right, then to the left, and took a step closer to the bed that was in the centre of the room. The sheets of the bed where sprawled all over the floor, the decoration upside down, and there was a courtain missing.
Wait! A courtain???
''Hector?'' Paris called, fearing that his brother had eloped and he was on his own.
There was a grunt from under the bed, and Paris started to wander how Hector would have ended down there, since there was nothing close to a logical explanation for anyone... but Paris, of course. He had been kicked down there by the Evil Nymphs of Doom, or the amazon-girl had kicked him in there because she was like wild hunting beats and 'would eat the other half later' , or maybe Hector had cursed inside Apollos' temple– He had done it a few times already...- and now was getting divine punishment... or ...or...or...
Just as Paris was about to do a melodrama, his brother jumped from underneath a blankett. Paris let out a girly scream that even the native americans heard- and there was still a long way until they met anything remotely European, but well...
In Ireland, people heard that scream as well, only not as faint, and they made up a scary story of the banshees that screamed announcing death- that was because a couple of old bags had died because of the heart attack they got from hearing the scream. But you know, legends get bigger and bigger and... anyways, onto the scream- ...I mean, story.
''Hector! What were you doing in there?'' Paris managed to choke out when his face was not so pale anymore.
''I need something to wear... do you think the courtain will do?''
''Uhm... going for the original look? Like, NO.'' Paris snapped. ''Are you out of your mind or something?''
''You were saying?'' Hector asked without looking at him. Paris noticed he was looking outside the window, into the garden. That meant that he would not hear a single word he said, or at least understand it. So he took the chance.
''Hector, I have to confess that it was me who broke that dish back in the summer, and I lost the keys to the Temple of Zeus, and I also messed up with dad's clothing because I wanted to look 'grown up'.''
''Sure, that's great.'' Hector said, obviously off-place.
''See? I knew you were not listening.'' Paris grinned to himself, and Hector suddenly hid from the window. Probably had just been caught staring, Paris thought. ''I will see you downstairs in a moment, brother. Don't be late, you know there is someone you don't want to miss.''
But Hector was still hiding behind the wall looking out the window barely poking his head over the balcony. If photo cameras had been invented, Paris would have yelled ''KODAK MOMENT!!!' and flashed him right there. Shame.
''... and this are Perseus, Odysseus... and another dozen of 'eus'.'' Paris ended up muttering as he introduced several other young men to his brother. Hector nodded, behaved, and acted as if he were not looking for someone in the crowd of young people. Almost.
And that was when Paris bumped into someone... and the whole thing changhed. Paris had tripped over someone that he should have not messed with. His wine had been spillt over someone's cleavage. A wonderful one, Paris thought. And then regretted it when he saw a sword to his throat and everyone staring at him and at the woman.
It was the beautiful red haired woman they had seen as they entered, and now he saw her close... she was even more beautiful, much to his dismay, since he should apologise but all he could do was stare at her curves.
''You little...'' She started to say in a poisoned voice.
''Wait! Wait!'' Came a voice from behind. Hector froze in place before he dragged the woman off the room away from his brother and turned to whoever had just spoken.
There she was. Hector had stared to think that she had been hiding all along, but thanks to his brother who got in all the messes she had showed up. Or maybe she was fashionably late, who knew. There were very few women in that dinner. In fact, Hector counted four: An Itacan lady called Penelope, Helen, the amazon... and Her.
Andromache.
And Hector went silly right there. Yes, even if the amazon was about to turn his brother into a hamburger, he didn't have eyes for anything else that was not the maid clad in white that rushed to them and managed to hold the amazon's hand before it chopped Paris' head... or something that was further down in his anatomy.
''Pentesilea...this is not the time to fight.'' Andromache started saying, as the amazon lowered her weapon slowly and sent Paris the Death Stare (TM). ''Come, I'll help you clean that.'' Andromache smiled, as she disappeared around a corner with the amazon.
''That was close.'' Paris said. When he turned to get what he thought would be his brother's lecture, he saw that Hecor was anywhere but at the party. Completely off, gone, coo-coo. All those words would define it in Paris' mind.
And that's when he decided to come up with the plan. This could not go on like this, he knew it. What would happen if his brother had to sword fight against Andromache and all he did was stare? He eyed someone behind him, a blond, tall man that was called Achilles. And panicked. Even if the fights were not to death, he would get his ass kicked.
If Hector owed Andromache's attention, then he would be forced to fight, even if it was to not make a fool of himself. Mwahahaha, Paris could almost see the love and happiness. All of this made sense in his mind, until he came to the most difficult point: just HOW would he get to talk to the princess?
He hadn't thought of that until now, and mentally kicked himself for it. He needed someone that would be on his side, someone that would be able to become close friends with Andromache and... basically do all the work while Hector's attention was off him so he could get to Helen.
He planned to get her to Troy along with him at some point. Maybe inside the suitcase. Would she fit? Of course Paris' doubts were extremely complicated. But his plan would not fail.NO, his plans for matchmaking never failed. For everything else, they always did. But in matters of love, Paris was the Star, because goddess Aphrodite herself was on his side!
Hector was speaking with Odysseus, Achilles and that beautiful Itacan, Penelope, when a servant came to announce the arrival of someone. He knew straight away who it was, and dragging Paris along with him, they reached the entrance.
Two hooded women entered the room, and uncovered their faces. One of them had deep brown eyes and a dark mane of hair- their graceful cousin Briseis. And by her stood a woman, a bit taller, with deep green eyes and the ivory mane of hair that the brothers also had in a braid.
''Cassandra.'' Hector greeted, and hugged both his cousin and his younger sister. Cassandra had been given the gift of foresight by God Apollo, but when she rejected his advances, she was cursed to see the future but to have no one believe her.
''Are we so late that everyone is staring?'' Cassandra asked.
''A bit more fashionably late and you arrive to breakfast.'' Paris teased.
''I wouldn't have had to keep up with you, since when you are half-zombie you don't complain or chatter.''
''Ouch, Cassandra, that hurt.'' Paris defended himself.
''Don't get me started.'' She smiled, and let Hector take her inside, as Paris accompanied Briseis.
''So, how is everything?'' Briseis asked to his cousins. ''The games start tomorrow, isn't it so?'' She noticed Achilles and that he was deliberately staring at her, and as she went tomato red hid her face from him. Cassandra noticed and stiffled a laugh.
Once they were settled and went back to their own conversations- ot more like... Hector back to observing Andromache from a prudential distance and Briseis hiding from Achilles behind Hector- , Paris lead his sister away from the others.
''I need a favour.''
''My knees start knocking every time you say that.''
''Cassandra, really. Not this time.'' Parisexplained, and pointed to Andromach, pretty near to them. ''I need you to become her friend.''
''Why would that be?''
''Hector went silly because of her.''
Cassandra would have laughed. She would have died to be there and see how that had happened. And now she looked at the princess... the future was clear. She started to tell Paris that Hector could take care of his own affairs when she saw the baby. The family, the closeness- only in a serious manner, not like Paris had imagined.
''What did you say her name was?''
''I didn't.'' Paris titled his head to the side arching an eyebrow.
''I know you didn't, you dumb ass, but tell me!'' A couple of people turned to look at them as Cassandra pinched Paris so that he snapped out of the stupidity-trance.
''Andromache.'' He said, as they lowered their voices again. ''Do you like her?''
After what I have seen, I know I will love her, Cassandra thought, but she just shrugged at Paris. Taking a goblet off his brother's hand, she decided that Andromache was going to be good- and that's why they would all get on so well.
To lateBloomer04: Paris will be here an awful lot, because when it comes to humor, the possibilities with him are endless. ;)
To Aragorn's Girl Arwen: OoOoh thaaaank you. ( I am still blushing for that comment.) And yes, Andromache does really mean 'Battle of Men'. I read it at a site that was called behindthename.com and it said that was the meaning, or something like that. I thought that it just fitted perfectly for the fic. :)
Thanks again for everyone and yesssssssssss the couples RULE! Yay! Oh, and just one more thing. The characters that you may not recognise in this story from TROY are not made up, they were either in the real Illyad (like the amazon girl, who actually came to help Hector- That's why she ruled!) or other greek myth heroes. :) Rant is over, enjoy!
Paris knocked on Hector's door and heard a sound close to a growl that he interpreted as a 'come in' , that was all he usually got whenever his brother was busy. He entered the room already dressed for the dinner that was going to be held with all the other guests.
The young prince thought that he had entered the wrong room. Actually, he was almost sure of it. Because the places where Hector would usually be were tidy and never messy. But this room... looked like a battlefield. Not as if he had ever actually been to one, since Troy rarely had any wars at all, but that was how his brother described them: an entangled mess where you could not distinguish a single body.
And that was true. Because Hector was nowhere in sight. Yeah, the room was big. But just HOW big? Paris wandered, as he looked to the right, then to the left, and took a step closer to the bed that was in the centre of the room. The sheets of the bed where sprawled all over the floor, the decoration upside down, and there was a courtain missing.
Wait! A courtain???
''Hector?'' Paris called, fearing that his brother had eloped and he was on his own.
There was a grunt from under the bed, and Paris started to wander how Hector would have ended down there, since there was nothing close to a logical explanation for anyone... but Paris, of course. He had been kicked down there by the Evil Nymphs of Doom, or the amazon-girl had kicked him in there because she was like wild hunting beats and 'would eat the other half later' , or maybe Hector had cursed inside Apollos' temple– He had done it a few times already...- and now was getting divine punishment... or ...or...or...
Just as Paris was about to do a melodrama, his brother jumped from underneath a blankett. Paris let out a girly scream that even the native americans heard- and there was still a long way until they met anything remotely European, but well...
In Ireland, people heard that scream as well, only not as faint, and they made up a scary story of the banshees that screamed announcing death- that was because a couple of old bags had died because of the heart attack they got from hearing the scream. But you know, legends get bigger and bigger and... anyways, onto the scream- ...I mean, story.
''Hector! What were you doing in there?'' Paris managed to choke out when his face was not so pale anymore.
''I need something to wear... do you think the courtain will do?''
''Uhm... going for the original look? Like, NO.'' Paris snapped. ''Are you out of your mind or something?''
''You were saying?'' Hector asked without looking at him. Paris noticed he was looking outside the window, into the garden. That meant that he would not hear a single word he said, or at least understand it. So he took the chance.
''Hector, I have to confess that it was me who broke that dish back in the summer, and I lost the keys to the Temple of Zeus, and I also messed up with dad's clothing because I wanted to look 'grown up'.''
''Sure, that's great.'' Hector said, obviously off-place.
''See? I knew you were not listening.'' Paris grinned to himself, and Hector suddenly hid from the window. Probably had just been caught staring, Paris thought. ''I will see you downstairs in a moment, brother. Don't be late, you know there is someone you don't want to miss.''
But Hector was still hiding behind the wall looking out the window barely poking his head over the balcony. If photo cameras had been invented, Paris would have yelled ''KODAK MOMENT!!!' and flashed him right there. Shame.
''... and this are Perseus, Odysseus... and another dozen of 'eus'.'' Paris ended up muttering as he introduced several other young men to his brother. Hector nodded, behaved, and acted as if he were not looking for someone in the crowd of young people. Almost.
And that was when Paris bumped into someone... and the whole thing changhed. Paris had tripped over someone that he should have not messed with. His wine had been spillt over someone's cleavage. A wonderful one, Paris thought. And then regretted it when he saw a sword to his throat and everyone staring at him and at the woman.
It was the beautiful red haired woman they had seen as they entered, and now he saw her close... she was even more beautiful, much to his dismay, since he should apologise but all he could do was stare at her curves.
''You little...'' She started to say in a poisoned voice.
''Wait! Wait!'' Came a voice from behind. Hector froze in place before he dragged the woman off the room away from his brother and turned to whoever had just spoken.
There she was. Hector had stared to think that she had been hiding all along, but thanks to his brother who got in all the messes she had showed up. Or maybe she was fashionably late, who knew. There were very few women in that dinner. In fact, Hector counted four: An Itacan lady called Penelope, Helen, the amazon... and Her.
Andromache.
And Hector went silly right there. Yes, even if the amazon was about to turn his brother into a hamburger, he didn't have eyes for anything else that was not the maid clad in white that rushed to them and managed to hold the amazon's hand before it chopped Paris' head... or something that was further down in his anatomy.
''Pentesilea...this is not the time to fight.'' Andromache started saying, as the amazon lowered her weapon slowly and sent Paris the Death Stare (TM). ''Come, I'll help you clean that.'' Andromache smiled, as she disappeared around a corner with the amazon.
''That was close.'' Paris said. When he turned to get what he thought would be his brother's lecture, he saw that Hecor was anywhere but at the party. Completely off, gone, coo-coo. All those words would define it in Paris' mind.
And that's when he decided to come up with the plan. This could not go on like this, he knew it. What would happen if his brother had to sword fight against Andromache and all he did was stare? He eyed someone behind him, a blond, tall man that was called Achilles. And panicked. Even if the fights were not to death, he would get his ass kicked.
If Hector owed Andromache's attention, then he would be forced to fight, even if it was to not make a fool of himself. Mwahahaha, Paris could almost see the love and happiness. All of this made sense in his mind, until he came to the most difficult point: just HOW would he get to talk to the princess?
He hadn't thought of that until now, and mentally kicked himself for it. He needed someone that would be on his side, someone that would be able to become close friends with Andromache and... basically do all the work while Hector's attention was off him so he could get to Helen.
He planned to get her to Troy along with him at some point. Maybe inside the suitcase. Would she fit? Of course Paris' doubts were extremely complicated. But his plan would not fail.NO, his plans for matchmaking never failed. For everything else, they always did. But in matters of love, Paris was the Star, because goddess Aphrodite herself was on his side!
Hector was speaking with Odysseus, Achilles and that beautiful Itacan, Penelope, when a servant came to announce the arrival of someone. He knew straight away who it was, and dragging Paris along with him, they reached the entrance.
Two hooded women entered the room, and uncovered their faces. One of them had deep brown eyes and a dark mane of hair- their graceful cousin Briseis. And by her stood a woman, a bit taller, with deep green eyes and the ivory mane of hair that the brothers also had in a braid.
''Cassandra.'' Hector greeted, and hugged both his cousin and his younger sister. Cassandra had been given the gift of foresight by God Apollo, but when she rejected his advances, she was cursed to see the future but to have no one believe her.
''Are we so late that everyone is staring?'' Cassandra asked.
''A bit more fashionably late and you arrive to breakfast.'' Paris teased.
''I wouldn't have had to keep up with you, since when you are half-zombie you don't complain or chatter.''
''Ouch, Cassandra, that hurt.'' Paris defended himself.
''Don't get me started.'' She smiled, and let Hector take her inside, as Paris accompanied Briseis.
''So, how is everything?'' Briseis asked to his cousins. ''The games start tomorrow, isn't it so?'' She noticed Achilles and that he was deliberately staring at her, and as she went tomato red hid her face from him. Cassandra noticed and stiffled a laugh.
Once they were settled and went back to their own conversations- ot more like... Hector back to observing Andromache from a prudential distance and Briseis hiding from Achilles behind Hector- , Paris lead his sister away from the others.
''I need a favour.''
''My knees start knocking every time you say that.''
''Cassandra, really. Not this time.'' Parisexplained, and pointed to Andromach, pretty near to them. ''I need you to become her friend.''
''Why would that be?''
''Hector went silly because of her.''
Cassandra would have laughed. She would have died to be there and see how that had happened. And now she looked at the princess... the future was clear. She started to tell Paris that Hector could take care of his own affairs when she saw the baby. The family, the closeness- only in a serious manner, not like Paris had imagined.
''What did you say her name was?''
''I didn't.'' Paris titled his head to the side arching an eyebrow.
''I know you didn't, you dumb ass, but tell me!'' A couple of people turned to look at them as Cassandra pinched Paris so that he snapped out of the stupidity-trance.
''Andromache.'' He said, as they lowered their voices again. ''Do you like her?''
After what I have seen, I know I will love her, Cassandra thought, but she just shrugged at Paris. Taking a goblet off his brother's hand, she decided that Andromache was going to be good- and that's why they would all get on so well.