A/N: here some more Troy, in case anyone is wondering Antichelies should be infamous Captain John Hart

No spoilers.

Beta-ed: TattoedLibrarian

Jasper struggled his way out of the vision taking with him the image of Helen of Troy in a basement of some sorts, crying her eyes out. Angry Gray would have to wait for a while.

He saw the basement clearly, but it had no windows and he couldn't make out where it was. It could be anywhere. He tried to push Gargoyle to rewind the picture, but picture stayed as it was. Of course, thought Jasper, it was a Gargoyle, he couldn't see the past, only the future, near or far. That meant Helen was in a basement and wouldn't get out anytime soon.

"Here she is" Jasper saw himself entering the basement and behind him walked a tall bulky guy, who wasn't all that unattractive.

"Snap out of it" Antichelies slapped him again.

Jasper blinked to clear his vision.

"Great, now we'll have to find the bulky guy on our own" Jasper sneered at him.

"You should be thanking me, boy" said Antichelies with disdain. "I've could have left you to drool in his hands until you quit breathing, then there's no future that would ever happen."

"True" Jasper rubbed his face. "But you could go a bit easier on my face."

"And it is such a pretty face" Antichelies pouted. "I'll be gentler next time" now Jasper was sure he was mocking him.

"Then we'll have to roam around until we find that bulky guy I saw in my vision."

"Is he hot?" Antichelies inquired as he helped Jasper up.

"Maybe" said Jasper curtly. He was unwilling to share with Antichelies.

"That hot, ha?" Antichelies laughed.

Jasper described the guy to Antichelies and they were off in different directions. Jasper roamed around trying to keep the picture of that man in his mind, but it soon eluded him as memories often did.

As he roamed he was starting to get restless. He wanted to leave this place full of ghosts. What if his vision was further in the future? Why couldn't it give him with date imprinted on it? With that thought he climbed up towards the palace, Helen's new home. It was more likely to find there someone connected to Helen.

As he passed the palace doors broad shoulders caught his gaze. He always appreciated nice behinds. The man turned and he recognized him from his vision. He looked like nobleman. Jasper regretted his decision to go as a merchant.

"Excuse me, who is that man?" he asked a passer-by.

"What do you mean who?" man frowned. "That's our prince Hector, how could you not know him?"

"Foreigner" said Jasper absently and walked over to him thinking how he would approach the subject of meeting a legendary hero.

"Hello, my name is Jasper" he said with a smile gliding into his line of sight. "And your name is…"

Hector looked at him confused for a moment, and then laughed out loud throwing his head backwards.

"That's good one boy" said Hector "tell me what are you selling, the ladies must stand in line to get whatever your offering."

"And the boys too" said Jasper not bothering with the humble attire he's been wearing. "But now I'm not selling, I'm just passing by, but as good samaritan I had to inform you of some information I gathered by pure chance."

"A good what?" Hector was baffled.

"Never mind that, just my country, I accidentally heard something that may interest you" he nodded toward their audience.

"I'll listen" said Hector signalling his company to give them some space. "But you must know that I'm not known as gullible or weak, so if you're a spy or assassin you'll meet your end very soon."

"Oh" Jasper lifted his eyebrows keeping to himself all the images powerful and bossy Hector provoked in him. "No, nothing like it. I was just selling my cloth when I overheard the most curious conversation about Lady Helen, and rumor is that she's been seen crying in a basement of some kind, not minding her surroundings."

"Helen? Did you take her?" Hector approached him with menace in his eyes and Jasper had to supress his grin. "If you hurt her in any way…"

"Calm down" Jasper lifted his hands supressing the urge to place them on that muscular chest just to feel if it was as firm as it looked? "I really just overheard that conversation. I would probably go to find her myself and claim some reward, but I have no idea where that basement could be."

Hector looked in his eyes intensively for a moment and then backed away.

"Alright, I'll take you on your word. What do you know of this basement?"

Jasper described a place as well as he could remember.

"That's awfully detailed for an overheard conversation" said Hector doubtfully "but I know where that could be. If you're planning some cunning trap there, know that I'm ready for anything, and that I'll stick my sword in you and your company."

"Feel free to stick your sword into me if I'm hostile in any way" said Jasper with a smirk, enjoying the prospects of that image more than he should.

Hector watched him with distrust for few moments more and then he strode out not calling for any backup. Jasper thought that he finally understood what kind of arrogance let the horse in, but then again, Hector was already dead when that happened. Maybe he should keep the door closed until the soldiers in the horse dehydrated under the burning sun. That thought made Jasper sad and he went after Hector a little more seriously than he had been. Death made him respectful, after all, that was the gate from which nobody came back.