I didn't forget you! or the story. Here's just a tiny little thing to keep you going. PROMISE there's more to come soon.
Joxer and Xena fell asleep that night where they landed, - Xena cradling Gabrielle in front of the fireplace, and Joxer drooling over the edge of one of the beds, his arm hanging off and his hand wrapped around Gabrielle's for reassurance.
"Joxer?" The voice was hoarse, almost indistinct.
He snorted himself awake and looked around, disoriented before he felt someone squeeze his hand.
"Gabrielle?"
She smiled weakly at him. "Hi."
Joxer poured out of the bed, narrowly escaping landing on Xena and the certain death which followed, and crouched beside the bard, disbelief and worry painted on his face in a red flush. "Oh my gosh. Gabrielle, how are you feeling?"
Gabrielle smirked and let out a breath that might have been a laugh. "Just a little scratched up. I've had worse hangovers."
Joxer didn't appreciate her levity in this situation but he blew past it. "Are you hungry? Do you want some water, or," Joxer started to get up but Gabrielle wouldn't let go of his hand.
"No, Joxer, I'm fine right now. Where's Xena?"
Joxer looked up at the sleeping warrior and nodded in her direction. Gabrielle looked down at the arms around her waist as if she'd just noticed them, and tears sprung to her eyes. She blinked them away as she asked, "Is she okay?"
"She's been very worried about you." He said, "Other than that and a little fever from the rain, she's been her usual self." He pulled a blanket from the bed and draped it carefully over Gabrielle.
"Hey Joxer?" She asked as he started to tidy things up around the living room. He stopped and came over to her. "Does Xena remember what happened to her?"
"I don't know, she didn't tell me."
"Joxer?"
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing, just -- Thank you."