Title- A Kite in the Iliad

Author-TigerTiger02 (previously LapisAthena, previously TigerTiger2)

The Peace is Broken

Disclaimer- Joss Whedon and Homer own the wonderful characters of Buffy and the Iliad. I however own Puck and Briar.

Dawn frowned at what Briseis was trying to show her on the loom.

"I really don't think I can do this." She said.

"Of course you can!" Briseis chirped.

"No, no, I can't, I really can't. See I'm not much of a homey woman. I more of a warrior woman, you know." Briseis shook her head.

"Please just try it, for me?" she asked making her brown eyes even bigger.

"Fine." She sighed out and watched Briseis closely, trying desperately to mimic her movement. An hour later Dawn looked at her loom, and then at Briseis'. She gave a grin. They looked exactly alike except that her own colors were a little darker. Making the picture on it more dusk-y looking. Briseis clapped her hands.

"Wonderful!" Dawn smiled under the praise. And suddenly she was hauled to her feet and into the arms of one Achilles. He pulled her close and kissed her.

"And how has your lesson in weaving going?" he asked.

"Oh good." Dawn said breezily. He smirked at her.

"You wouldn't be lying to me, now would you?" he said.

"No, not at all."

"Come on. I think you've bothered Briseis enough today. I want you to help me with my armor." Dawn pouted and Achilles tugged her hand gently. She followed slowly, calling behind her.

"Bye Briseis! I'll see you later." Briseis shook her head at the lovers.

They were alone in his tent. She was polishing his sword and paled at the sight of blood. When he glanced at her a saw this he immediately put down his helmet.

"I thought you told me that you were a great warrior in you land." He said a tad bit mockingly.

"I am. I just don't see a lot of human blood."

"I thought vampires were humans."

"They were once human. I may stab them but… it's not the same as just killing someone for the sake for killing. Its different, demons and vampires are evil and soulless. Well most are. But human are different." She shook her head. "I guess it hard for you to understand because you've been doing this all of your life."

"Dawn…" he said slowly. He reached his hand up to brush his fingers over her cheek.

"Yes?"

"If you want me too… we'll leave. I won't fight anymore and we'll just leave." She shook her head halfway through the sentence.

"I can't do that to you. Plus if Agamemnon got word of this he would have my head." She shook her head. "Stay. Fight."

"I will but I don't like to see you so unhappy."

"I'm fine."

"You're not. Tell me, what's bothering you?"

"It's been seven days since I came here. And for six of them I have been without knowing what happened to Puck and Briar. I'm worried."

"Don't worry; they are probably fine, and dining with the Princes. From what you said of their beauty." She smiled at him and imagined that. She had already seen Hector and thought that he was handsome, although not her type. Briar would go for him. And Paris would be wrapped around Puck's finger within five minutes. She thought of them dining with the handsome brothers and smirked.

"Stupid fucking floors… stupid fucking walls… stupid fucking-." Briar was cut off when Puck finished her sentence.

"Men?"

"Yes, exactly. Hector just had to ask me to pretty please work today because he didn't want the other servants, excuse me, slaves to hate me." Puck rolled her eyes.

"I wanted to do work. I felt awkward. I mean I'm supposed to be a servant, er, slave. Plus Paris refused to let me do anything that involves training. 'You're so delicate; I don't want to hurt you.' I didn't have the heart to tell him I would be fine." She sighed and started to scour the floor.

Silence ruled the room. Only the gentle 'scritch-scritch' of the brush against the floor could be heard. The noise stopped and there was a satisfied sigh.

"There! Finished!" Puck said happily. Briar made no noise as she wiped down a wall sconce. She moved onto the next one and replaced the torch in it. She sighed and placed her hands on her hips. Today she was wearing a simple green dress that made her violet eyes stand out more. She smiled at Puke who wore a black dress that made her pale skin become almost vampire-like.

Briar cocked her head and listened to the heavy footsteps, a male, the footsteps though heavy were damn pretty graceful, a fighter. There was slight difference in weight distribution indicating that an injury of the leg had happened in the last couple of years. The door opened to reveal Paris. She ducked her head to him and allowed Puck to dart around her to give Paris a half hug. In the six days that they had known each other Puck and Paris were getting close. Briar personally didn't think it was very wise. In the end they would get back and Puck would be broken hearted. Which was why that Briar refused to even consider fooling around with the stable-boy, not matter how good looking he was, and how badly she needed to get laid.

"Athanasia, Hector mentioned something about wanting to see you in his room." Paris said. Briar was so distracted by her thoughts she didn't even notice the look in Paris' eyes indicating he was lying. As soon as she left Paris smirked at Puck.

"Now we can get down to business." And they proceeded to muss the perfectly done bed.

Briar made her way carefully to Hector's room. 'Why does he want to see me? Was it because I nearly decapitated him, accident of course. Really he shouldn't sneak up on a training distracted slayer; I thought I already told him I was very sorry. Nah, he wasn't too mad at me, maybe it's about his stupid clothing. I have been cleaning rooms all day, I mean sorry, so he has to walk around in his robe a couple of more hours. No biggie, right? Right?' She came to his door and knocked softly.

"Yes?" his voice questioned from the other side of the door.

"Hector-I mean Prince Hector-Prince Paris said you wanted to see me?" She said loud enough for him to hear.

"No, I mean, no I didn't ask for you to come and see me. I mean I didn't tell Paris. Dammit." She nearly started to giggle.

"Well if that it, I'll be back with your laundry."

"Wait. Come in." she opened the door and carefully closed it before moving over to Hector, where he was hunched over a piece of parchment with ink stained fingers. "I've been figuring out new battle maneuvers. You do battle, correct?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm trying to figure out the best way-." She cut him off.

"Prince Hector, I am a woman and a Slave at that. I am supposed to be working. I need to get back to work. I'm sorry, I can't help you." She said and turned to leave. He captured her wrist in his calloused hand.

"Briar if this is about me asking you to do actual work instead of just training and such with me then I'm sorry. When you made up that lie about your husbands-." She cut him off once more.

"Prince Hector, I'm a silly woman, I have to do work and obey you like a dim-witted simpering git. I have no use for learning to do battle because I'm only just a woman!" she shrieked angrily. He frowned angrily and stood up knocking the chair over.

"No Briar you don't understand! I am a Prince! I am supposed to be above you! I have to keep up the pretense of doing such!"

"That's just it Hector! No one! Not even a Prince is above anyone else! Everyone is the same!"

"I know! But…" he sat down defeated and tired of arguing. She lost her rage, her indigo orbs dimmed as she watched the broken man before her.

"Hector…" she murmured softly while dropping to her knees in front of him. "I'm sorry… I shouldn't have lashed out at you… I've just been PMSing… and it's the anniversary of the day I lost my baby… and…" tears started in her eyes and threatened to overflow. She thought back to the numb shock as she realized that the life that was growing inside her was gone. The tears spilled over and flowed liberally down her face. She hid her face behind the curtain of her dark tresses. His eyes softened and he griped her chin and lifted her face.

"Briar… Briar…" he said quietly. Her eyes focused on his and they slowly started leaning toward each other…. The door banged open and they jumped apart.

"Prince Hector! The Greeks are heading this way!" a non-descript man bellowed. He flushed when he realized Briar was there. Hector stood quickly.

"Briar, fetch my clothes!" he demanded. The regal air back and Briar quickly wiped the tears away.

She ran to the laundry room and grabbed the clothing from the startled maid. When she back Hector had abandoned the dark robe and stood only in short skirt like thing. She turned while he dressed. Then she carefully helped him into his armor. He tucked his helmet under his arm and gave her a smile.

"Briar…" he began but sighed, "Go find Thalia and wait with her. She'll be anxious for Paris." She nodded and then tilted her head slightly.

"Be careful. Come back." She told him. He left and she was left alone in the large room.

She found Puck in the room she shared with Paris. She was wringing her hands and pacing. "Hey." Briar whispered to her. "Did he just leave?"

"Yes… what if he doesn't come back? Briar I like him a lot… and I would miss him too if he got killed… oh my god… what if he gets taken!"

"First off, he's a bloody archer! He's far from the battle, he'll be fine! Second, if he saw you like this he would never go out again… and he's too good of an archer to be lost. They need him." Puck collapsed to the floor.

"I can't help it… I think I'm falling in love! Can that happen? Can you fall in love in a week?"

"I think…" Briar said stonily. "If it makes you feel any better Hector's out there. He wouldn't let anyone hurt Paris."

Dawn paced the tent nervously. Achilles had gone out alone. His Myrmidon's were still here. He had given them strict orders not to follow because he just wanted to watch. Anxiety bubbled in her stomach. Achilles was the first man that took her breath away just by looking at him. Well Spike had been the first but he wasn't exactly a man. When she first saw him she thought his eyes were blue, it had probably been the sea that made her think that. But when she took a closer look they were more green then blue.

She knew it was bad to like him this much. She couldn't help it; he was so gentle with her. He was also stunning in general. She loved the way he looked at her when it got quiet. She loved how he would answer her question truthfully. She loved his intelligence. She nearly melted every time he turned his bottle green gaze to her. It was horribly stupid of her to get this close to him when she knew that in matter of days they would be going home. But she couldn't help it.

She stowed her thoughts away and laid down trying to get a little sleep. She tossed and turned in the soft furs and blankets but sleep refused to claim her while she waited. She finally drifted off and dreamed of a future she could never have.

Puck was alone now. Briar had drifted to sleep and was unconsciously rubbing her belly, perhaps dreaming of a second and third trimester that had never come. At first Briar had been silent but then she started to talk about random things and then gave up on Puck and went to sleep.

At first Puck tried to entertain herself with drawing. But she soon tired and went on to pacing. She paced in circles. Then she paced in squares. She paced in every shape she knew before collapsing onto the bed and gently waking Briar.

They talked only for an hour and then an alarm went off. The battle was over, for now. People were returning home. Briar bade her farewell and went to Hector. Puck readied herself for the worse. But when Paris walked through the door she launched herself into his arms, bawling efficiently.

Briar was waiting for Hector when he arrived. She helped him out of his armor and cleaned up a few of his cuts. She examined his bruises, and clucked as she examined a particularly nasty cut.

"This might get infected…" she murmured as she cleaned it. She finished quickly and turned to leave the room.

"Briar…" he whispered. She turned.

"Yes?"

"I don't think I can be alone right now." He admitted.

"Why not?"

"I killed so many people… husbands, brothers, sons, cousins, fathers… please stay… I don't think I'll be able to sleep." She moved toward the bed and removed the belt so the dress became sort of a loose nightgown. He scooted over and made room for her, staring intently at the ceiling.

"I'll stay." She murmured and sat down to stroke his hair as he quietly sobbed.

A/N: so yeah. A lot more Dachilles in that chapter. I also added some mushy parts. I personally like it.

BlackCat200- Thank you very much. I appreciate your review. And I checked out your stories, I liked the HP/BTVS. Willow rocks.