What done is done, but you can change it.
by whenineternal
Chapter 6
Hector found his wife standing on the balcony of their shared chambers when he entered and stood frozen in the doorway until Andromache called out to him.
He walked slowly across the length of the room and came to stand beside her. The silence stretched on between them and Hector waited with bated breath for what would come.
Finally he couldn`t stand the stillness around them anymore and asked the first thing that came to mind, "Are you mad at me for what I have done?"
Andromache sighed and stood as still as a statue for a time, staring right ahead of her before speaking.
"No, I`m not mad at you for what you have done with the boy, no matter what it is" she stopped and took a deep breath and Hector held his breath now, waiting for the worst.
"But Hector, I am your wife. You can take as many lovers as you will and I don`t have anything I could say about it, but" she stopped again as her voice cracked. She composed herself and continued, but her voice still shook.
"But your heart is supposed to belong to me" and she turned and walked quickly out of the room, gathering her dress in her hands so she could run easier, leaving Hector on the balcony, looking up at the moon with sadness like never before, running through his body.
He loved his wife, he really did, and for a moment he wished Patroclus had never come to Troy, but that would mean that he would be dead, and he quickly scolded himself for even thinking that and found himself lost in toughts of how the boy was holding up.
The amount of time Hector spent in a day thinking about the young greek, confused him. He had never thought that it was possible to feel so strongly for someone after such a short period of time and his emotions made him just the bit more confused that was needed to make him distracted.
He was sure his captains had noticed, his father had certainly noticed even if he gave no inclination that he had, and from the way Paris had been giving him looks filled with laughter an joy as well as a kind of seductive gleam, gave him away that he knew and after walking in on the two of them in the position they were, Paris certainly knew.
Thinking of Paris reminded him of the boy still in his chambers, possibly alone, Hector couldn`t be certain if Paris had stayed or not. After going back and fort on the matter in his head, Hector sighed and went back into the room, quickly finding his bed and falling down on it, with another resigned sigh. What in Zevs' holy world had he gotten himself into?
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Patroclus was standing by the balcony and looking up at the moon, with the cold wind nipping at his clothes and sending his long hair in front of his face, obscuring his vision before it moved on, again taken by the wind.
He had woken up late in the night to find Prince Paris lying beside him where he must have fallen asleep, one of his arms still lying loosely around him.
The toughts circled in his head still, the same thing was always coming to the front of his mind, almost like a mantra, a name that kept repeating itself, `Achilles, Achilles, Achilles´.
Until the morning rays of apollo spread over Troy, did Patroclus stand in the same place, only letting the thick blanket fall from around him when it got too hot.
His mind was made up and before the sun was even showing all its true glory, Patroclus had but his armour, or rather, Achilles armour, on his body and strapped the sword to his back.
He moved slowly through the hallways, his wound had still not fully healed and wearing the stiff armour was uncomfortable and a little painful.
But Patroclus moved on, only stopping a few times to adjust the straps that were pressing slightly into his wound.
Luckily he met no one on his way, which at first wasn`t so unusual, but when he moved into the corridor leading to Hector`s chambers, he started to wonder.
There was no guards, not even a servant or maid to see, and everything was eerily quiet.
He stopped at the first window that gave a view towards the beach, and saw that the wall were filled with warriors, although no sound could be heard.
No sound that is, but a distant shout. A single shout coming from only one man.
And Patroclus, even if he barely heard it, knew instantly who the shout was coming from, because no one could roar like the golden lion.
Abandoning his reason to coming all this way, to find Hector and tell him goodbye, Patroclus set at a run to the wall. He knew fully well he wouldn`t be able to get out of the gate now, there would be too many, but he could at least see his cousin, and let him know that he was alright.
His side was almost burning with pain as he ran, but Patroclus barely felt it. His mind was on the man standing outside the gate, probably alone with only his sword, but still sending fear through the trojans.
Many a head turned and looked after him as he sped past the women and children and elder on the streets, almost tripping in his haste.
He could hear him now, as he reached the stairs up to the wall, Achilles was shouting, challenging them, all of them, and he heard his name being mentioned several times as well as Hector. There was no titles with Achilles, he thought himself above that, ruled by no one, answering to no one.
When he reached the top of the wall he stopped to take a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down as well as catch the breath he lost on his wild run to the wall.
As he stepped out from the stairs he was just in time too see an archer fingering his bow, with an arrow ready to be drawn thight in the string, saying to those around him.
"I should just send an arrow through him right now and we be done with him" and the others laughed in agreement, some laying their own comments about the greek warrior on the table.
Patroclus drew his sword and pointed the sharp point at the mans neck, immediatly freezing all and every movement from him.
"You do that and my sword will have cut your head from your body before your arrow find it`s goal" Patroclus said in a low and deadly voiced he had gotten from watching Achilles in many situations like this.
He could feel the heat of the trojan warrior`s gaze on him as he lowered the sword and slid around them to stand right at the front.
It was not hard for hims to spot Achilles as the sun gleamed of his armour, and he could see his face, turned up towards the wall, in the direction of the royal balcony.
For a moment Patroclus let his eyes flit upwards to the same place Achilles eyes were transfixed.
But they soon moved back to his cousin and Patroclus started moving along the wall, the trojans making room for him, shying away from him almost.
He started whispering Achilles name, his voice growing louder and louder until he stopped and stood completley still for a moment before letting his voice get carried on the wind down to his cousin, "Achilles!"
The man`s head snapped around quickly, finding Patroclus amongst the trojans almost immediatly and he took a few steps forward before realising he had no chance reaching Patroclus from where he was now.
Realising the same thing a moment after, Patroclus was not late in reaching the stairs on the other side of the gate and running down them.
However he was stopped halfway by Hector grabbing onto his elbow.
No matter how eager Patroclus was too see Achilled up close again, he stopped and waited for Hector too say something, anything.
The prince didn`t, he only framed Patroclus face with his palms and kissed him deeply, not caring if the guards or his family saw them, this was goodbye.
Patroclus cluthed at Hector`s forearms, not wanting to let go of that moment as he kissed back with as much passion as he contained in his body.
After a long minute, Patroclus broke away from Hector and ran, not looking back once, with tears starting to prickle his eyes.
The gate was already opened enough for him to slip through and he ran until he felt Acihlles arms stopping him from running them both to the ground. Only then, as he felt Achilles touch, did Patroclus look up at the wall.
Amongst the warriors, where he had stood only minutes ago, now Hector stood, staring down at him with a stony face, devoid of any emotion.
The track with the carriage back to the beach with Achilles seemed too long for Patroclus who had yet to spill any of the tears that stung his eyes.
He felt his cousins eyes on him from time to time and he only cluthed his knees against his chest more, finding it to be a comfortable position for him now, when he wanted to feel the pain, the only real reminder he could still feel of the love he had shared with the prince of Troy.
The rest was just memories.
That night Achillles held his cousin close, letting not only his own fears be stilled, but the boys tears to be spilled. Patroclus wouldn`t tell him what was wrong, but Achilles didn`t need an answer because he already knew.
So therefor he held his mouth closed and pulled Patroclus even closer to his body as he layed kisses against the young boys hair and forehead, soothing him so finally, Patroclus was able to sleep.
They would leave the next day, sail back home to Phtia, and never again set foot on trojan land.
The End
Aah it`s finally done!!! I`s a little sad isn`t it?
But was there really any other way it could end... I mean without killing them all off and letting them wake in Middle-Earth or something???
That was my plan for a sequel, but I changed my mind. I don`t think I would have been able to do that to them.
Well I hope you liked my story and don`t hate me too much for splitting them up but review guys.. It makes me happy inside:D
And look out for my other stories I`ve got an idea for one already and it`s been bugging me.
This time I`m using Legolas so beware my darling little elf your in for a bumpy ride.
Anyway it`s a crossover with Harry Potter!!!!
I love those, but it`s not the usual Legolas falls in love with The Chosen One and bla bla bla the elf saves the day....
The idea came to me when I was in London at Leicester square (did I write that correct?)
And saw the guys at the world premiere!! The guy that plays the twins best friend he walked right past me at KFC like not a meter from me that day!! (He had to go to the bathroom:p)
Well anyway that is what gave me the idea and I am going to stop babbling now because otherwise I`ll probably scare you guys away
Thank you for reading and the review`s and favouring my story and all that and most of all thank you for sticking with me even though I`m not always the best at updating in time:p
THANK YOU!!