A/N: thanks to everyone who reviewed :) I also love Greek mythology, it's just so romantic *sigh* :')
Oh Oh Oh! Exciting times! I was watching an Interview with Noel Fielding on YouTube and it turns out he has done two Greek Mythology paintings! Here's the link if you're interested, just remove the spaces :) h t t p:/ w w w.y o u t u b e . c o m / w a t c h ? v = CcgYhCjNgHA&feature=related

Disclaimer: I don't own the tale of Orpheus and Eurydice. Nor do I own the Boosh. I only own the ideas in my brain, and sometimes I'm not even sure of that :')

Chapter 2

Howard woke up lying on a bed of leaves, with the sun leaving red burns on his skin from where it had filtered through the canopy of trees above him. Sitting up, he groaned in frustration when he realised he was in a deserted forest, not the nice bright living room at the Nabootique. Putting his hands behind him to heave himself upright, his fingers collided with something, and he almost had a heart attack. Because as much as he liked to boast that he was a 'man of the forest' and that he 'knew much about the wilderness, yes sir' he really didn't like bugs, or rain, or fresh-air. He'd much rather be sat at home with some smooth jazz-funk and a good book. Speaking of which… Luckily for Howard he hadn't inadvertently punched a forest-creature, but had, in fact, smashed his hand into the book that had brought them here. Groaning again, he pushed it away. If anyone could think of something he wanted to see less at that moment he would be surprised.

What he did want to see was Vince, who had, in fact, gone missing. Howard couldn't see any sign of him anywhere; not a dent in the leaves nor a piece of stray glitter. He sighed. This was so typical. Whenever they managed to get themselves into a dangerous situation Vince would bugger off and get lost somewhere. It had happened last time they were in a wood; with the Hitcher, in the tundra (he tried not to think about how he had actually been to blame for that one) and when he was getting, ermm, 'close' to Eleanor. After scanning the immediate area for any signs of the futuristic prostitute; and finding none, he sat back down and settled in for a long wait whereby the smaller man would eventually find his way back to him. That's just how it worked. They always found their way back to each other.

It was only as he attempted to cross his legs that he noticed that he wasn't exactly wearing his own clothes anymore. He looked at his garments in disgust. He was wearing something flowing and white, completely over the top and far too uncomfortable for a man of action such as himself. As he grabbed at the fabric to try and work out what it actually was, (he was becoming increasing worried it was a dress), a horrible thought occurred to him. His head still hurt from where he had whacked it against the ground when he had been transported here, ergo he was not dreaming. Which in turn meant that someone had swapped his clothes; because he was pretty damn certain he hadn't been dressed as a Greek back at the flat. He blushed at the thought, and bowed his head. Whereupon he remembered what it was he was wearing. A robe. And on his feet were brown rope sandals. He shuddered at having to wear sandals with no socks. Reaching tentatively towards his head, he was rewarded by finding a circle of leaves placed there. He gulped.

"Vince had better get here soon"

…..

About half-an-hour later (according to Howard's calculations) he heard a rustling in the leaves behind him. Startled, he slunk up to his feet, and picked the book up; intending to use it as a weapon against whatever horrible creature lurked in the undergrowth.

He heard a whisper coming from the bush and was happily surprised to hear that it was Vince, "Howard!" he hissed. "Is that you?"

"Of course it's me you berk, who else would be casually sitting in a forest at this time in the afternoon?" Howard replied, lowering the book in relief and stepping toward the bush.

"Well I just wanted to make sure…" came the mumbled reply, before Vince stepped out into the clearing. "Don't you bloody dare laugh." He warned.

Howard had no intention of laughing. In fact, he was struck almost dumb by the sight in front of him. Vince was wearing a dress. A green, floaty dress that looked as though it had grown on him; rather than was being worn. All through his raven-black hair was scattered leaves and twigs; but instead of making him look dirty, he looked like a natural part of the forest. He looked at Vince's face, aware that he had been staring silently for a little too long to find that Vince was blushing, and looking him up and down as well.

"What?" Howard questioned, only now aware of Vince's scrutiny of his appearance.

"Nothing. It's just, it kinds suits you y'know, the Greek look. Makes you look kinda rugged." He blushed again, his eyes not loosing contact with Howards. Who coughed nervously and looked away, swinging his arms.

"So, I guess we need to try and work out 'ow to get home then?" Vince said in his usually jokey tone, trying to lighten the suddenly charged air. "I don't fancy staying in a forest for the rest of forever."

Howard laughed and agreed. "As long as that creepy bloke doesn't come back, I suggest we try and contact Naboo. If only we knew how to…" Vince nodded in agreement. Then he had an idea;

"I know Howard! That book brought us here right?" he said, gesturing at the discarded mythology book on the forest floor. Howard nodded, so he continued "so, I bet it can take us home! It'll be just like the Wizard of Oz. Genius."

"Except without the lion, tin man, scarecrow, dog, red shoes and stuff?" Howard teased.

"Shut up" Vince replied, shoving his shoulder and winking. "It's worth a try right?"

Howard nodded and sat down on the floor, dragging the heavy book over to wear he was sitting. Vince sat next to him, and Howard tried not to notice how the thin material of his dress clung to his legs as he settled on the floor. Now was neither the time nor the place.

He heaved the book open to where he had left off the night before, and was met with a disturbing sight. Instead of the double page of text there had been the night before, there was now what appeared to be a story-board, with empty boxes where the key parts of the story should be. The first box was filled in with a photograph of not 10 minutes ago, when he and Vince had found each other. It was annotated:

'Orpheus meets Eurydice'

"This is that weird man again isn't it?" Vince said fearfully. "I don't like it Howard, how did he get that picture? There isn't anyone here. And I'm not some ancient nymph; I'm not even a woman for Christ's sake! I want to go home!" He chewed at his lip, tears threatening to fall over the edge of his eyelids. Howard pulled him close for a hug.

"Now, now, little man, it'll be alright. We've been in far worse situations before remember? And we always got out of those ok. We'll find out how, don't worry." He patted his back in what he hoped was a reassuring way, as he felt Vince shuddering slightly with sobs. A few minutes later, Vince pulled back,

"Fanks h'ward." He smiled, rubbing the last of the tears from his eyes. "I just, I'm a bit scared you know?"

"Understandably little man." Howard smiled back at him. "Now, where were we?" he pulled the book onto his lap, and flicked towards the contents page.

What he didn't expect to see was a letter addressed to him. He began to read, with Vince leaning over his shoulder, a few lines behind.

'Dear Howard' (It read) 'or should I say Orpheus? You will have, by now, realised that you are in ancient Greece. The time of your myth. If you wish to prove to me that you are in fact not Orpheus (as you claim), you must complete the myth as it was told, but this time make it out alive. If I am right about who you are (and I know I am) then I shall be having some fun watching you fail to stay together again. We shall meet soon; until then, enjoy what little time you have left together.'

He gulped at the barely disguised threat, and turned to look at what Vince's reaction to the letter would be. Vince visibly shuddered and gripped Howards arm tightly.

"What does that mean Howard?" he whispered. "What happens in the rest of the myth?"

Howard was scared now. The threat wouldn't bother him so much, (he had cheated death many times before), except it threatened to take Vince away from him. The man who wrote it was obviously a psychopath, and a powerful one at that. With enough magic to transport them back in time.

"I don't know Vince" He whispered, his growing fears evident in his voice. "I didn't get to read the end of the myth."

…..

Underground, in a cave lined with human bones and various torture tools sat the cloaked man who had brought them here; Hades. He was grinning at the sight of the two figures huddled together as it was reflected in his crystal ball. "Soon," he whispered to himself, "Soon, Eurydice, you will be mine again…" and with that he burst into the cackle of evil laughter that villains always seem able to achieve.

…..

Back at the Nabootique Naboo stumbled down the stairs from his room, to find the flat empty. Reaching for a resolve to clear his muddled thoughts he frowned. He could've sworn the two ball bags would have been sat here like they were last night. It was Sunday so the shop wouldn't be open, in fact, it was still closed for refurbishment after Vince had that accident with the cockroach eyes. He winced; he hadn't needed to see that.

He knew they weren't in their room because the door had been open and their beds were made. They wouldn't have gone out because it was far too early for Vince to have reached the level of perfection he needed if he was going to leave the flat. So if they weren't at the flat, they weren't in bed, and they weren't out… where were they?

He scrunched his eyes up in thought. Then remembered it was too early to be doing any serious thinking anyway, and clambered back up the stairs to bed. Whatever they were doing; he was sure they could work it out themselves.

Another A/N on a completely different topic, have you seen some of the fan art people do? Crazy times :') I wish I could draw like that, but I can do unrealistic drawings at best :')

Reviews please? I have Russian exams all day tomorrow :'(