What done is done, but you can change it

by whenineternal

A/N so sorry it`s been so long, but everything is just so busy right now, I have exams like hell, I`ve been sick, and I haven`t gotten the time to write anything actually but I shoved something out of the way and did....plus I have had some problems with how to continue so if anyone has any ideas...please tell me! And I will (hopefully) manage to stick to the tense I am writing in this chapter, sorry it has changed back and forth a little, always had some problems with that... but I figured it`s easier for me to stay with this one:p

This chapter is dedicated to Mhairi, because I have been in a state of writers block for some days but after reading her review it just sent me off on the trip down the lane called "working mind", so thank you my friend for the wonderful review!!

Chapter 3

When Hector walked back to the greeks chamber, with Patroclus trailing behind him, it took almost all of his concentration just to keep the large, childish smile off his face.

Inside he was jumping with joy and every fiber of his being was tingling with excitement, making him feel like he was twelve years old again and just got his first real sword that was completley his.

It seemed it had completley left his mind that he was indeed a crown prince, of Troy no less, as he walked with a little , if not so recognisable, bounce in his steps and eyes sending the excitement in him out to the rest of the world by the glowing brown orbs. Such an act of childishness was so unlike the usually composed prince.

He brought himself back together when he heard the clancking of wood and soft padding of feet coming in their direction. When they rounded the corner to the corridor where Patroclus chambers laid, they were met with the old physician and Hector`s younger brother, Deiphobus.

"There`s the scum" was the first thing thst came out of Deiphobus' mouth when he saw them and Hector took a hold of his forearm, pulling him forward a little.

"It`s in your best interest to respect him, and treat him like an equal. For I will not be the one to come to your rescue when Achilles wrath is turned against you" he murmured and let go of Deiphobus arm.

He turned to Patroclus who stood completely still, his eyes a little wider than normal and his pink lips slightly parted. Hector stepped back and placed a hand on the small of Patroclus back, leading him on.

"Physician, follow me, I believe it was time for his daily check-up" Hector said as he passed the eldering man.

The clank of his wooden staff the only sign that he was follwing as he kept his tounge about what he had just witnessed between the two princes.

Patroclus went for the chair by the window the moment they entered his chambers and sat down without looking at anyone. Hector sighed but stood back for the physician so he could do his job.

He did as he was ordered by the physician, but Patroclus mind didn`t seem to be in the presence, in fact it was on what happened only minutes before.

In his mind`s eye he could see the whole event unfolding from another point, as an onlooker.

He could see the surprise in the prince, and the hesitation in himself.

When the physician lowered his shirt again after having changed the bandage, Patroclus raised a hand and touched his lips with a single finger and a smile fluttered across them.

It wasn`t until he heard the physician exchange words with Prince Hector and then the door closing, that he turned.

For a long time, the two stood staring at eachother, on a prince of Troy, the other a greek soldier, the difference between them couldn`t have been bigger at this moment in time.

Slowly, as if afraid to scare the fragile youth, Hector walked closer to Patroclus.

The boy stood rooted to the ground, feeling nervous all of a sudden, and waited for what was to come. When Hector stopped in front of him, he kept his head lowered and his eyes on his shoes, thinking himself not worthy to be this close to the mighty warrior prince.

He certainly didn`t think himself worthy enough to have shared his breath and tasted his lips the way he had before. In the midst of his troubled mind as he was, Patroclus startled when he felt a surprisingly gentle hand on his face, lifting his head so he had no choice but to look at the man in front of him.

"What are you doing to me" Hector whispered it so softly that hadn`t they been standing as close as they were, Patroclus would have missed it.

He found he couldn`t answer because he wasn`t sure if it was meant in a good way, or not. But as he felt cool lips on his forehead and a hand tangling itself in his golden locks, he knew it didn`t matter that he couldn`t answer, because he didn`t have to.

So he tilted his head upwards and again, captured those lips that he had longed to feel again since the moment the left his own.

So it was that as the day turned to night, the sun alone would know what had transpired between the two men, one a prince of Troy, the other a greek soldier, first in a garden surrounded by mother nature, and after in the glow of the setting sun, in a castle of stone.

A/N well that was that chapter and I know it`s short but it felt like the perfect ending to this.
Next chapter will hopefully not be so long in the waiting and maybe we`ll meet Achilles then...

Thanks for reading and review`s are love people!!