What done is done, but you can change it
by whenineternal
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don`t own any of the carachters, they belong to history and the picture I have of them belong to the actors who portrayed them in the 2004 movie Troy.
A/N It`s a very short chapter, but it`s mostly a filling. I have had so much to do with school lately and other stuff, a very big day is coming up soon and most likely the next chapter will be a little long in the waiting, but I can promise it will be long!
It was another two days before Patroclus were allowed to try and stand. It was painful, getting up from the bed, but when he was on his feet it felt like a relieve to stretch out his limbs.
He was standing by the window, loking out over the beach, to the ships, when the door opened. He turned his head slightly and saw Hector standing in the doorway out of the corner of his eye. The man was smiling, but was trying to hide it.
Patroclus swept the beach with his eyes one last time, not managing to see the black sails of Achilles from the distance, before turning to look at the prince.
The oldest prince of Troy had been to visit him more in the past two days since he had woken up but they had yet to actually talk.
Patroclus had a reason for suddenly not talking though, because he was usually talking a hole in Achilles head, as his cousin so fondly told him. He was of course intimidated in the presence of this great warrior, but there was something else as well.
The boy weren`t unfamiliar with the feelings he got in his stomach, the slight tingling and warm feeling, that came everytime he was in the prince`s company. Attraction was not something new, but the fluttering in his chest when Prince Hector actually talked to him and the soothing effect the deep voice had on him, that was something completley new and he was afraid of talking in case he would say something he rather didn`t want him to hear.
Patroclus moved slowly on his way back to the bed, he was still in pain but according to the physician, there was no infection and that was good. He stumbled suddenly in his own feet and would have fallen if a pair of strong arms hadn`t come around his shoulders to keep him up and pull him against a strong chest to steady him. He had closed his eyes, anticipating the fall and the pain to come, and opened them slowly when all he felt was that fluttering in his chest again.
He could feel the warmth of an embrace, but also the cold steel of armour and it felt like his heart had dropped all the way to the ground. Of course Prince Hector had to go out and fight, it was war and he needed to defend his country, it didn`t matter if Patroclus wanted him to or not.
They stood like that, without moving for a long time, even though Patroclus was steady and his head had stopped spinning.
Prince Hector cleared his throath suddenly and carefully let go of the boy, but kept his hands on Patroclus shoulders. They were a heavy weight on the slender body, but it sent a warmth like no other through Patroclus and unconciously, he closed his eyes again.
He was led back to the bed and slowly set down on the edge and when he again opened his eyes, the prince was kneeling in front of him.
His body must have moved on it`s own accord as Patroclus hand was slowly rising to Prince Hector`s cheeks, his fingers trailing over one, up to his forehead and down the other.
The prince`s eyes fluttered shut as the slender fingers ghosted over his chin and down to his collarbone, before he caught himself and took Patroclus hand in his own.
"I am needed outside the walls, I just wanted to see how you were doing before I went" Prince Hector`s voice was quiet and filled with a regret he no longer bothered to conceal in front of the boy. He made to stand but Patroclus caught his hand, holding it between his two smaller hands and marvelling at the firmness of the hold when Prince Hector gripped one of his hands automatically.
Patroclus looked into the dark brown eyes of the man still kneeling in front of him and lenat forward slightly. His lips were very close to the prince, his warm breath ghosting across the stubbled chin. In the last second before their lips connected, Patroclus turned his head and laid a lingering kiss on Prince Hector`s cheek.
"Be careful, Prince Hector" he whispered against the skin and it sent tingles through both of them.
Before he could do anything that would only result in pain for the both of them, Prince Hector stood and walked briskly to the door.
He stopped there before opening the door and turned his head to the side so his profile were visible to Patroclus.
"I will be" he said in the same quiet tone he had used before, and walked out the door closing it softly behind him.
"And there is no title between us" the whispered words were so quiet he barely heard them himself, but they echoed in his head all the way to the gate and were the only thing he thougt about at the battlefield as his body moved without concious control through the slaying of the greeks threathing his home.
He was more careful than usual, didn`t throw himself into every dangerous situation that he could, just to try and keep his men a little safer, but did rather the opposite. He fought like the warrior he is, but many greeks stood left with their lives because he didn`t take them on.
And when he was done, the greeks retreating back to the beach and the trojans to the city for the day, he realised the reason behind it had nothing to do with his family, but a greek boy that was younger than his youngest sibling.
A/N So I hope you like it, I am really sorry that it`s so short but as I said it`s a busy time for me. Butnext chapter will be long, I promise! And maybe something will happen.... who knows;)