What if Achilles had never killed Hector? What if Achilles never died? Guess there would be no Achilles heel and they would have to name it after some other dead guy. AB and HA

I may be a distant relative of Homer but since I'm not Greek I highly doubt it so I own nothing, damn.

Achilles' tent

"Please Achilles! Hector is my cousin and a good man!" Briseis cried to her lover, or maybe former lover once this day was through.

"I have no choice." Achilles replied dryly to the woman he loved, although he had not admitted he loved her to her or to himself.

"You always have a choice." Briseis whispered.

"He killed my cousin."

"And if you kill Hector you will have killed mine."

"All's fair in love and war." (Hence the irony in that sentence ha ha ha)

"When does it end?" Briseis cried letting the tears fall free.

"It doesn't." Achilles answered in monotone, turning to leave.

"I love you and if you kill Hector I will not return to Greece with you!"

"What did you say?" Achilles whispered while turning back to face Briseis. Briseis in her mind scanned over the words she had just uttered. Did she really just say she loved him?

"If you kill Hector I will not return to Greece with you."

"No, before that."

"I love you Achilles, you are worse than a Siren, for instead of stealing my life, you have stole my heart." The normally timid Briseis said while looking her dear Achilles in his blue eyes, after she finished her sentence she averted her eyes to the wash basin which had just become very interesting.

"I.." Achilles muttered.

"I'm sorry for being so straight forward milord, forgive me." Briseis whispered while rushing to the other side of the room while busying herself with shining Achilles' armor.

"Briseis," Achilles said to a crouched over Briseis, receiving a shudder for recognition, after a minute of staring at Briseis' back Achilles finished his sentence, "Please, please, be my wife fair Briseis of Troy?"

Hector and Andromache's room

"Andromache listen to me," Hector pleaded to his crying wife, "I killed a young man today, and now the Gods will make me pay, I will ride into battle at sun rise, and I fear my dear wife that I shall not return."

"Don't leave Hector!" Andromache wailed into her husband's shoulder.

"I have no choice Andromache!"

"You, my fair husband, you always have a choice."

"Not this time my wife."

"It was one boy Hector, why is he different from the other soldiers you have conquered?"

"This boy was the cousin of Achilles, he dressed like him, spoke like him, fought like him, yet when I removed his helmet I found that it was not Achilles I had fought, but his cousin, his squire, he craves revenge, and only my blood can fulfill that craving."

"It was not your fault Hector!" The fair woman wailed yet again in tears, "It was a mistake!"

"It was fair Andromache, but Achilles will not see it that way, Achilles is not forgiving, yet he will let me die in honor, our lives are planned by the Gods for us before we are born, it is the will of the Gods that I die and I will not deny the Gods!"