Reunion

She'd been so stupid. Why hadn't she trusted him? How could she love him so much yet when the time came to prove it, she instead showed that she didn't trust him? What kind of love was that? When she became his wife she vowed that…

"Sorry the position is already filled,"

No she couldn't make that vow. It was too late. He was getting married to someone else. She'd lost him for good.

She smiled sadly when she recalled the day he'd given her her ring. The ring she'd worn with pride. The ring she'd just thrown in his face.

She chuckled when she remembered the day after when she'd dressed up like him. She had worn black leather boots that came up to her knees, black leather pants, and a black leather vest. She'd also copied the wrist guards and the earring. She'd even asked Zeus to let her be able to shoot blue fire balls for the day. The look on Ares' face when she showed up at the temple had been priceless.

Granted it was extreme and funny, but she had done it to prove to him that she was worthy of being the future Mrs. God of War. But now it was obvious to her that she just wasn't suitable.

Damn Xena! This was all her fault. She sighed. She had to be honest with herself. Xena had given her the poison but she was the one who willingly drank it. Either way she had to go talk to Xena. She couldn't let her get away with what she had done.

She didn't know how long she had been standing there staring at the spot where he'd stood. The broken hearted girl nodded once not realizing that she was crying.

"Be happy," she whispered and turned away.

"How much does Hercules have to do with this?"

She whipped around in shock. He'd come back!

"Well?"

Her stunned mind struggled to remember the question. He must have seen her confusion because he repeated the question.

"Nothing," she managed to choke out, "I've been calling you for a day. Ask Dite,"

"I believe you,"

She nodded. Of course! He was a god after all. He must have heard her.

"Hercules just clarified a few things for me that's all," she added. When he just stared at her she reached out and took his right hand in hers. She took a deep breath and forced herself to lock her eyes with his and whisper, "Be happy."

She might mean it one day, but it had to be said. She turned away. He tightened his grip and spun her into his arms.

He bent his head and captured her lips in a kiss that left her breathless.

"Does…this…mean?"

"Yes,"

"But you said…"

"I know what I said,"

"Well?"

"I have to talk to Sif,"

"Sif?"

"Thor's cousin. She's the Harvest Goddess,"

"Oh," she said as she tried to move away from him.

"Oh nothing," he returned as he tightened his arms around her, "you said you never wanted to see me again."

"I know. I just never thought it would be so quick,"

"I'm still under the gun. You didn't want to marry me and since I like being a god I had to find someone else fast. Thor suggested his cousin,"

"And you agreed,"

"And I agreed,"

"You could still marry her if you want,"

"I know,"

"I wouldn't stand in your way,"

"I know that too. Besides as you told me I never asked you to marry me therefore any agreements we made are null and void,"

"Oh," she was silent for a moment then raised her right hand to caress his chest, "so what now?"

He stared at her for a bit before he said, "In order for this marriage to work we have to trust each other. Without that we won't make it past the first week."

"I know," she whispered. She knew that he didn't love her, but she was hoping that she would have his trust and respect. She had really screwed up. She bowed her head in defeat before raising her head to look him. She said, "I know you don't trust me, but if you just give me another chance, I promise…"

He raised her head by placing a hand under her chin. He placed the index finger of his right hand on her lips and gazed into her eyes as he said, "You're right, I don't trust you."

She closed her eyes so he wouldn't see the pain and loss.

"Right now. But that's because I'm still angry. But I do know that I don't want to marry anyone else but you," he added.

She felt hope rise in her when he said that. She vowed then and there that she would earn his trust back. She looked into his eyes. They were so dark they looked black or brown, but they were actually hazel.

"Give me time,"

She nodded. She watched as he reached into his pocket. Her eyes widened as she saw her ring.

He knew he needed another gesture. He went down on one knee. Dite had told him that when he made up with Gabrielle that he'd have to go down on one knee and actually do something she called proposing. She had also given him a prepared speech which he had promptly thrown away. It was far too flowery for him.

"What are you doing?" she asked looking down at him.

He didn't answer her directly. Instead he said, "Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

"Duh,"

"Duh?" he asked with a confused expression on his face.

She laughed, "Sorry. That's something Dite always says."

"Well?"

"Sorry, it means…" she said and helped him up. She wanted them to be equals so he had to be standing when she gave him her answer, "YES!"

"Good," he lifted her up and swung her around. He leaned down and kissed her and said, "You know I'm only forgiving you because my parents are making me."

"I know," she whispered before allowing her lips to be captured again.