audreabro:Aww, thank you! *glomps* And I know what'cha mean. I really will try my very best to keep this going. I'm extremely surprised with myself that I've made it this far; hopefully I can FINISH a story for once. XD

Xitan22: You listen to music for inspiration too?! Huh...I've never thought about reading before though. ^^; That's actually a pretty good idea. Thank you! And no, I'm not worried about being in a relationship "anytime" soon. I'm still in my mid-teens...and I'm not allowed to date. Even if I was, I think I would still be where I am right now. ;) You're such an encourager, and I thank you (again, I say this too much) for all the support! I mean that from the bottom of my heart though.

Bleedinginside47: Wow, THIS is your favorite Hercules fanfiction?! *jaw drops to floor* Awww...Th-Thank you! I need to cyber-hug you right now! *huggles* That means so much to me, you have NO idea! I'm literally unable to think of the right words to thank you with. (It happens often, but still.) :D YAY! Wow, I'm so girly sometimes. *facepalm*

Laughs4life: Haha, you're close. And I can't tell you why Meg wants a boy 'till...either the next chapter, or the one after it. I'm still not sure yet. (It might be even longer than that. I make this stuff up as I go along. ^^;) As for your other comments...some of them are answered in this update! Yay, I'm not a (complete) failure! XD And that "Hades trying to make a move on Seph" isn't a bad idea. *evil grin* Mwah-haha! And, I really don't know how this is going to end up. I know HOW I want the ending to be like, but everything in the middle...yeah, I've pretty much got nothing. *sigh*

asuvsuofa: Awww, you're a sweet-heart. I think I said that already, but it's just a fact. I've got mixed feelings about making you sad though. ;P I hate making people sad, but I'm glad at the same time. Is that bad of me? XD As for Herc finding about Meg and Creon...well, lets just say that things are about to get heated up. ;) Thanks again!

VAH: Hehe, I'll really try my very best to keep this story going. Thank you for reviewing...I was so excited reading your review! :D

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"I don't know if this is a good idea." A man in his mid forties said nervously, as he paced back and forth. His auburn hair was curling in different directions from running his hands through it so many times. Streaks of gray also tainted some of his locks, but that had been happening over time.

Servants went after the man, trying to properly dress his regal attire onto him, but they were struggling. He kept moving too much! His adviser stood by the door alongside two guards. "Sir...you have nothing to fret about!" He tried to assure him in his slightly annoying nasal voice.

Creon scoffed sarcastically, rolling his oddly colored violet eyes. "Nothing to worry about?! I have everything to worry about! ...My daughter is unable to have children, and is heartbroken!" He yelled, accidentally stubbing his toe on a nearby wooden dresser. "Oww!"

Sighing heavily through his nose, Creon relaxed some, trying to ignore the pain. "I only have two of my daughters left, Therapon. My wife and sons are dead! ...And my eldest daughter is...gods knows where!"

Therapon; his adviser nodded his head in understanding, letting his fake smile fade. He pitied the man. Although he was their king...he was still human. They had been friends for a long time, and he had known Creon's family well.

After Henioche, Haemon, and Lycomedes' deaths; Creon shut down, and became bitter and depressed. But within the weeks that followed after Megara's leaving, he had become a different man. She must have said something to him that really sunk into his head. He stopped scheduling the meetings with the princes, and spent more time with Astraia and Jocasta. He was finally showing signs of recovery, and was happy for once in a really long time.

Just a year after Meg left, Astraia fell head over hills for a great man. Creon allowed him to marry his daughter, but as of recently; they found out that she was unable to bier children. And although most men would have left, Chariton remained faithful, and loved her no less because of this. But Astraia was still grieving, and felt responsible; not only to her husband...but to her father as well.

Therapon went up to the girl holding king Creon's crown on a pillow, and carefully took the headpiece off, before holding it out to him. "This will work...and if it doesn't, then so be it. Hercules will either take one look at Jocasta, and it'll be love at first sight! ...Or, another man who knows a good thing when he sees it, will. Worrying will only cause unnecessary troubles." He then smirked. "How many times have I been wrong?"

Creon slowly smiled at his friend, and then placed the crown atop his head. Smugly, he ruffled his robe, and nodded. "Once." He answered as he admired himself in a large mirror, fixing his unkempt hair.

"Once?" Therapon asked in confusion, standing behind the king. "And when was that?"

Smirking wider, Creon spun his head around to face at his adviser. "When you told me that red wasn't my color." Just as Therapon opened his mouth to rebound, another guard walked into the room, and bowed before Creon. "Your grace?...Sir Hercules has arrived."

Patting Therapon on the shoulder, Creon followed the guard, and the two other guards beside the door stayed close behind. With a sigh, and a shake of his head, Therapon went after them as well, along with several servants.

"Phil?...I don't know about this. I really think I should go back and check on Meg." Hercules whispered worriedly to his trainer as a couple of Creon's guards led them inside the palace.

The satyr was looking down at the clipboard in front of him. Ever since they left that forest, Hercules had been non-stop with his concerns about Megara. Phil stayed silent, pretending to be listening. He knew the kid wasn't finished ranting just yet.

"I mean...Wh-What if she's mad at me? What if there's something on her mind, a-and she's afraid to tell me? What if-"

"Kid!" Phil finally said, interrupting him mid-sentence. "The dame's not mad at ya! And if somethin's on 'er mind...you can ask 'bout it later! Now...focus! You gotta carrier to keep up, and ya can't let Meg get to your head."

Running a hand through his ginger hair, Hercules sighed. "I know. It's just...I feel like something bad is about to happen."

Phil chuckled. "Well, Creon's probably sendin' ya to go defeat another monster, or somethin'. So I guess you could call that bad."

"No, not that kind of bad! ...I-I mean like something involving Meg. She was acting so strange when you and Pegasus showed up. Everything was perfectly fine before that." Hercules explained before letting out a long breath. "I'm just worried about her, that's all."

The satyr raised a brow. "That's all, eh? You're not thinkin 'bout doing somethin' stupid, are ya?" Phil asked suspiciously.

"Ugh, well-" Hercules started wringing his hands, it was always a habit of his. "N-No, nothing too stupid. Umm, I-I was just going to, ugh...ask Meg...something."

Again, Phil raised a brow. Now he looked worried. "Ask her what?!" He demanded. Just as he asked, they had finally entered the dining room, and the two guards started heading back to there posts near the entrance. But they had gone practically unnoticed by the hero and his trainer. Phil was too concerned, and Hercules was too nervous.

Turning his head away, Hercules whispered silently. "...Ifshwudmrymeh."

Phil tried making out what Hercules said, but could only turn his worried expression into a confused one. "What?"

Hercules couldn't take it anymore; he hated beating around the bushes. Plus, he knew Phil wouldn't let him get away with this, especially when he thought something was up.

"ItookMegtotheapplegrovetoaskher"ifshewouldmarryme ". Butsomethindidntfeelrightaboutit. Iknowyoutoldmetowait,butIthoughtitwasagoodtime. Well,upuntilthepointofalmostaskingher. So I...didn't."

Phil could only stare at him with his mouth hung open; for a moment at least. His cheeks very quickly turned red from anger. "You almost...?! Kid?! ...When I tell you NOT ta do somethin', that doesn't mean...! Ahh! ...I tell ya these things for a reason, ya block-head!" The satyr rambled as he got up on a table to be at least chest-level with Hercules. He then started whacking him with the clipboard with every following word.

"Have *oww* ya *hey* gone *ahh* nuts?!" Phil yelled as Hercules flinched with every hit on his head.

Phil would've continued slapping some sense into his student, had someone clearing their throat not stopped his tirade. Hercules and Phil gingerly looked up at the men and women staring oddly at the display placed before them.

"Are we, ugh...interrupting something?" The man in the front asked sarcastically. Based on his; regal appearance, Thebes' city-state pin, and crown...they could tell he was most likely king Creon.

Quickly putting his clipboard behind his back, Phil faked a un-convincing smile, and swayed on the back of his hooves. Hercules however, couldn't stop starring at Creon.

D-Does he have..."purple" eyes? He thought before grunting at someone hitting him in the gut. Hercules looked over to find Phil thrusting his head towards the group; telling him to answer the question.

Turning his attention to them, he straightened back up, and gave the king an apologetic smile. "No! Ugh...I mean, w-we were just discussing something of...un-importance." He answered awkwardly.

Mentally slapping himself for allowing him to speak, Phil decided to cut in. "Sorry about that, your majesty." He looked over at Herc, and then hissed through his teeth. "It won't be happening again anytime soon."

Hercules subtly nodded his head, knowing Phil was referring to his thoughts of proposing to Meg.

"Well then-" Creon began, deciding to change the subject even though he found it quite amusing. "I'm sure you have a schedule to keep, and I as well. Shall we...get down to business?"

Hercules and Phil nodded simultaneously, and followed the group into a larger room.

It was beautiful to say the very least. The center of the flooring was aligned and cut into a perfect circle with a colorful, spiral design formed within. Surrounding the piece were larger, white marble tiles. From above, a large mural of; wars, famines, and practically the entire history of Greece spread across the ceiling. Even dating back to Zeus' battle against the Titans.

At the very end of the room were seven thrones. The center chair was the largest, and most detailed. Probably Creon's. Hercules thought. Two young woman, one accompanied by a man around Hercules' age, sat in the two end thrones. What baffled Hercules the most, was that; the remaining seats each had a throw pillow with different styled crowns and tiaras on top. Circled around the pillows were freshly picked flowers, and servants tending to them with very respectful diligently.

"Now then-" a voice called out, forcing Hercules out of his trance. With a wave of his hand, everyone around king Creon went in different directions. The guards went beside the doors, the servants left to tend to some potted plants in certain areas of the room, and Creon's adviser led Phil out. With some trouble of course, since the satyr had thoughts of his own.

Eventually, and with some help from the guards; Phil was escorted out so Hercules and Creon could speak to one another in privacy. "...I'm sure you're wondering why I have summonsed you here?" Creon asked with a warm smile as he put a hand to Herc's shoulder.

Back at the villa; Mrs. Korinna was sweeping gracefully across the floor, humming as she usually did. She would get lost in her own little world of past memories when she did this, and Meg loved catching her in the process. It was the only time the older woman allowed herself to let go of her tough-girl façade, and actually show her more vulnerable side. This was why she got along so well with Meg, she reminded Korinna a lot of herself.

So at the backdoor slamming shut with such force, Korinna come to an immediate halt, and spun around mid-twirl.

"I should have known this was coming!" Meg yelled while tromping over to one of the couches in the living-room, flopping down on her back as she grabbed it's side cushion, and groaned loudly into it. She didn't seem to notice Korinna, or even remember that someone else lived here.

Korinna stared at the girl with wide eyes, and within seconds, concern washed over her. Hercules had told Korinna of his plan in asking Meg to marry him that day, and that he needed her to let Meg out of the house.

Walking into the living-room, Korinna sat in a chair across from Meg, and gently put a hand to her shoulder. "Meg?...Sweetie, what's going on? You should have known what was coming?"

Meg only spun around on her stomach, and mumbled something into the pillow. "Idunwanatakabotit,jusleamehalun."

Shaking her head, Korinna moved her hand up to Meg's back. "I can't understand a word you're saying! Now...Get your head out of that pillow before you suffocate yourself!"

"...What do you think I'm trying to do?" Meg asked sarcastically as she lifted her head up for a moment, before putting it back down.

With a sigh, Korinna rolled her hazel eyes. "You're acting like a small child! ...Now tell me what's going on before I start treating you like one!" She threatened as she tried to force the young woman into a sitting position. But Meg wasn't going to give in so quickly. Every time Korinna almost got her to sit up, Meg would fall back down.

Getting slightly annoyed by Meg's behavior, Korinna stood up, and loomed over her. "Alright, you asked for it!" Without any further warning, Korinna jumped and sat down onto Meg's back.

"Ahh! Korinna?! ...Get off!" Meg moaned while trying to get the maid off of her, but she was actually heavier than she appeared.

"No! ...Haven't you heard the term baby-sitting before? You actually have to sit on the baby if you want them to listen." Korinna smirked as Meg finally stopped squirming, and gave up with a defeated sigh. "Good! Now...you gonna tell me what's going on? ...Or do I have to start charging by the hour?"

Meg whimpered. "Okay, you win! Just...get off!"

Korinna snickered, quite satisfied with her answer. "What's da magic word?" She asked in a mocking, baby voice.

"Please!" Meg yelled, starting to feel the air leaving her lungs.

Korinna got off, and watched as Meg slowly sat up. "...Are you trying to kill me?!"

This caused her to laugh again; Korinna sat beside the girl, and hugged her playfully. "Nah...it wouldn't be any fun around here if I didn't have someone to pick on."

Meg scoffed, but welcomed her hug by scooting closer; she was glad that she had Korinna in times like these. Even if Meg wasn't in any mood to talk about such things, Korinna would literally force it out, one way or another. "Could'a fooled me." Meg replied.

Smiling, Korinna let go and forced Meg to look at her. "Alright, no more changing the subject! ...Spill it, girly."

((Sorry for how short this chapter is. ^^; Thank you for reading, God bless y'all!))