One Shot. Based loosely on the movie. Paris' thoughts on Helen as he battles Menelaus.

Edit: This is a ONE SHOT guys, I doubt that I will continue this story unless I get enough people reviewing and asking for more.

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I gasped as the broad side of Menelaus' sword hit against my side. I heard the sickening crack when his sword met my armor and knew my ribs were broken. I fell to the ground gasping for breath, but trying to get up.

Get up! Were the calls I heard from Menelaus. As I lifted my head and pushed myself off the ground, the pommel of Menelaus' sword hit me across the face. I could taste blood in my mouth, my blood. When I stood again I caught a glimpse of Helen, leaning against the battlements of the wall.

Helen. The one name, the one person, who meant more than anything else in to world to me. My Helen. Out of all the other women I've known and had, she is the only one I've truly loved. The countless night we'd spent together seemed all to short now. More time, I need more time, I plead with the Gods.

I closed my eyes against my pain. I could almost feel Helen in my arms. Her lips pressed against mine, in a frantic, passionate kiss. My hands held her tightly around her waist, keeping her close to me. It was my last in Sparta, that I had asked her to come with me. That's what started all of this, my love for her. I couldn't give her up so easily.

I blocked Menelaus' next blow with my own sword, and spun quickly managing to make a cut on his sword arm. For all the training I've had I knew I was losing this battle. I couldn't lose, I wouldn't leave Helen alone with that man again. She had told me she never loved Menelaus, that her parents had sent her to Sparta to marry him.

I hated Menelaus because he didn't love Helen. How could a man not love a woman like Helen? She was kind, sweet, beautiful. I knew I loved her the first time I set eyes on her in Sparta, she stood out against everyone else. She was mine now, and it seemed that I was fighting to prove my love for her.

I felt searing pain as Menelaus' sword cut into my leg. I could not stop myself from crying out. Menelaus knocked me to the ground again. I started to half-run, half-crawl towards Hector. How pathetic that must look, a Prince of Troy crawling away from battle.

Honor, oh no, I have no honor. I should have just let Menelaus kill me then. This is what you left me for? I heard Menelaus yell to Helen. A thousand things that I could say to him went through my head, but the only thing I could think about was Helen. I loved her more than anything, but I should have had the courage to stand up to Menelaus.

Now he was going to kill me, in front of her, in front of my father, in front of my brother. As I was silently saying goodbye to Helen I heard Menelaus gasp. I looked up in time to see Hector pull his sword from Menelaus. So I had won after all, well Hector had one for me. I couldn't believe that I was still turning to my older brother to fight my battles.

Hector shook his head almost sadly as he help me up. He ran with me half way to the gates then gave me a shove to keep going and turned back to the army. I ran inside, the gates closed behind me. I saw Helen running towards me, I'd never seen her look more afraid than she did at that moment. "Helen," I gasped, practically collapsing into her arms. The blood from my wounds staining her white gown. She kissed my lips lightly and began to help me towards our rooms.