One Day...
Chapter Two:

True to his word, Herc was still with him, when three days later, they approached the village. Pausing just out of sight, Herc turned to Iolaus. "Well, this is as far as I go, buddy. What happens here is up to you."

Iolaus looked up at him, not liking the tone in Herc's voice. It sounded too...final. "But, you'll still be around, drop by...say hello, help me with monsters...."

Herc nodded, "Sure, from time to time. But...I think you need some time here, on your own, to, well, to get used to..." 'living without me,' he'd almost said, but just looked away. "I won't be far, Iolaus. You'll get so sick of having me around, you'll be telling me to get lost."

"Like that would ever happen," Iolaus muttered, but squared his shoulders. Herc was right. He had to learn to live his own life, find his own way. It was time. Scratching his throat, trying for a light note, he said, "So, I'll see you around?"

"Yeah...I'll see you around. Now, go on...." Hercules gave him a playful shove, then stood to watch Iolaus walk into the village. Iolaus was surprised when he glanced back and saw that he was still there. Hercules usually just disappeared. But, Herc was there, watching and he waved in encouragement, a half smile on his face. Iolaus waved back, then disappeared around the village lane.

Herc watched until his friend was out of sight, thinking about the fight he'd had with Zeus. His father hadn't been pleased that Herc wouldn't just accept his new status as a god, and the rules that went with it. But, Iolaus had been right. Herc had never thought much of the rules that governed the gods. For him, they were bargaining chips, points of negotiation for the future he wanted to have happen.

And, he gotten the best deal he could. He just hoped that Iolaus would be happy with it. All of it.

As Iolaus passed through the village, nodding at folks he'd come to know over the years, he knew she'd be surprised to see him. It had only been two months since he'd last passed this way, and it was rare for them to be able to spend time together more than a couple of times a year, even when he made the effort, wanting to see her after what they'd found in each other five years before. He loved her, and knew she loved him.

He felt anticipation, and guilt, hope and regret, desire and sorrow. Gods. Was it possible to experience a greater jumble of emotion? By the time he'd passed through the village square, skirting the well, and heading down the last short lane, he was trembling.

Heading toward the Temple steps, he happened to glance to the side, toward the garden, and he saw her there, gathering flowers for the altar. He stopped, uncertain, almost afraid. What if she didn't want this? What if she'd just always assumed he'd only pass by, always on the way to somewhere else? Well, then he'd go. But, right now, he needed to see her, hold her.

He walked quietly up behind her, biting his lip. Gods, she was beautiful. In every way. She moved with a gentle grace, her wild mane of hair gleamed in the sun, and he smelled honeysuckle. Elliara. High Priestess to the Goddess Aphrodite. Priestess of Love.

His throat tight, he whispered, "Elliara?"

She froze at the sound of his voice, then dropped the flowers in her arms, whirling, arms wide, face bright with a smile of joy. "Iolaus!" she cried, throwing herself into his arms. "Oh, bless the Lady, I never expected to see you again so soon!"

He held her tight against him, needing her love. Needing to feel her warm and safe in his arms. But, he couldn't find words. There was too much to say, so much it tied his tongue.

She heard the silence, and felt the tremble in his body. Frowning, she pulled back a little, her hands running down his arms, finding the bandage. "You're hurt!" she exclaimed, thinking this was the problem.

"No," he assured her, his voice low as he drank in the sight of her, "it's not much more than a scratch. Don't worry about it."

She caught the tone of his voice, the uncertainty, almost a sound of hope mixed with something else...pain? She looked up into his face, searching his eyes, her hand brushing back his hair, and cupping his cheek. "What is it, Iolaus?" she asked, troubled. There was pain in the depths of those beloved blue eyes.

Looking closer, she noted his gaunt look, and she pulled back further to examine his body. He'd lost weight. There were the signs of battle, the wound, and the bruises. But, there was something else, something that had wounded his heart. "What's wrong?" she asked softly, again hugging him tightly.

For a long moment, he didn't answer, as the words she'd said to him so many years ago echoed in his mind:

���"Look at the sky, Iolaus. She is always there, not knowing if the sun will return again. She holds the wind,
��� and shelters the stars, gives space for the moon to roam and for the clouds to drift where they will. She
��� knows all of this is of great worth. Still, she is never as bright and clear, as when the sun is there with her,
��� and when he is present, the moon and the stars dim. But, even when the sun comes, she knows he is just
��� passing by, that he cannot stay. For all of that, she would not seek to hold the sun in place, because she
��� knows he must follow his path, bringing light to the dark corners of the world, that he is needed elsewhere
��� and must make his own journey through time. Still, even not knowing if the sun will ever return, she is there,
��� always, ready to welcome him, and rejoice in his light as he passes by....she has no choice, you see. The sky
��� loves the sun, and is content to know that when he does come, if he comes, the dawn will be brilliant, and the
��� day full of warmth. In the meantime, she has the stars, and the moon, and the wind and the clouds to give
��� her time meaning. The sun can journey where he will and be confident that the sky will always be there for
��� him, will always love him, will always welcome him, should his path allow him to pass by once again."

"If...if the sun wanted to stop, be held in place by the sky, would the sky want him?" he whispered into her hair.

Her arms gripped him tightly, her fingers clutching at his vest. She'd never dared hope...knew it was impossible. Hercules... Her eyes lifted past his shoulder, seeing the empty lane behind them, knowing then, that he was gone. Oh gods, no. Not Hercules.

Turning her face into his neck, she whispered back, "I love you. I always have and I always will, Iolaus. To have you here, with me, for the rest of our lives, would be more happiness than I ever dared even dream of. But, my darling," she continued, her voice full of tears, "I never wanted it to be at such terrible cost to you."

His own eyes blurred then, grateful for her quick understanding, amazed she could know him so well, yet still love him so much. Others would resent having him show up, as if he just didn't have any where else to go, nothing better to do. But, she understood. She always had, without jealousy or rancor. Elliara only knew how to love completely, without expectation.

He bent his head to push her hair away and kiss her forehead. He held her tightly a moment longer, then pulled back, still keeping his arms around her. "Herc isn't dead," he said, sniffing, his eyes skittering around before coming back to hers. "But, yes, he's gone."

"I'm sorry," she said, the depth of her empathy for him clear in her eyes. "What happened?" she asked, again stroking his cheek.

He caught her hand, and held it, while he turned away, leading her to the bench under the oak. Once they were seated, he put an arm around her, drawing her close. "The good news is, he isn't dead, Elliara. He's a god."

She looked up in surprise, her sea blue eyes searching his, not understanding. "How? Why?" She knew both 'brothers of the soul' well enough to know what they thought of the gods.

Iolaus sighed, looking away. "It was an old enemy, out for revenge on me. She was the incarnate of evil, Elliara. I don't know how she did it, if she cast a terrible spell to enchant the cloak Herc was wearing or...it doesn't matter. Whatever she'd done, the cloak melded to his skin and couldn't be removed. And then, its acid burned him. There wasn't anything either of us could do...I couldn't save him from death."

He paused. She didn't need to know the horrific details of all that had happened. It would only hurt her. "Zeus came and took that part of him that's a god, and took him to Olympus. I...I've seen him. He promises to visit...but, what we were...how we lived...it's over."

She gripped his hand, whispering, "I'm so sorry, Iolaus. You must miss him deeply."

Iolaus swallowed and nodded. Then, he turned to her. "I know I have no right to ask, Elliara. I know you should have come first...but, you always seemed to understand," his voice caught.

She reached around his body, to hug him and hold him close, wanting only to comfort him. "You love him," she whispered, "and I know you also love me. He needed you more."

Holding her, biting his lip, trying to hold back his tears, keep the sob locked in his throat. "And, now, I need you," he whispered. "Will you have me?"

"Always," she murmured back, turning her face to his, to kiss him gently, and then with all the love in her soul.

Tears streamed down his face as he held her close. "I love you," he murmured.

"I know," she said softly. "I've always known." Reaching up to stroke his wild curls, she continued, "You're home, now...you don't need to wander across the sky any longer, my bright sun. You're home."

Iolaus found a cottage not far from the Temple to Aphrodite, with a shed in the back he could convert to a forge. It needed work, the roof needed new thatch, and there were walls that needed patching. But, the structure was sound, and the stone-paved floor intact. There were two rooms, both with hearths. It wasn't fancy, but it would be warm, and it would be filled with their love.

He was up on the roof, sneezing as he tied the pieces of new thatch into the roof, so startled by the warm, amused voice below that he almost fell off.

"Need some help?" Herc enquired with a grin and laughing eyes, then moved quickly in case he had to catch his friend. "Easy! Sorry, didn't mean to startle you!' he apologized.

Iolaus waved a negligent hand, "Don't worry about it," he called as, ignoring the ladder, he jumped to the ground in front of his friend. "It's good to see you!"

"You too," Herc grinned, his eyes going to the cottage, taking it in. "Nice place."

Iolaus laughed, "Not yet, but it will be. It just needs a little work."

"So, like I asked," Herc turned back with a smile, "Need any help?"

Looking a little uncomfortable, Iolaus replied, "Uh, thanks Herc, but I don't want any fancy abbacaddabra stuff," he said, waving his hands, and snapping his fingers. "I want to do it the old fashioned way, you know, with my own hands."

Grinning, Hercules shook his head, then cocked an eyebrow, "I still know how to handle a hammer, you know. C'mon. Show me what you want done."

"Not afraid someone will see a disembodied hammer floating around?" Iolaus teased, well aware that Herc was probably invisible to everyone but him.

"I'll risk it," Herc replied in a droll tone, moving inside to examine the areas needing work. Iolaus chuckled and followed him in, showing him the areas needing to be patched, explaining what he'd planned to do. Herc nodded, then went to get the supplies. With him inside, and Iolaus up on the roof, they could talk between the gaps in the roof.

"So," the god ventured, his tone deceptively light and innocent, "Elliara was glad to see you, was she?"

Iolaus paused and grinned. "Yeah, she was. And quit pretending you don't know it. You were probably eavesdropping."

"Nope," Herc said, pounding a nail. "I'm hurt you'd even suggest it. I respect your privacy, Iolaus." But he was grinning.

He hadn't been listening in, but he had a sister who wasn't above such antics. 'Dite had been almost giddy with delight when she'd told him what'd she'd heard. "They're getting married!" she'd squealed, and would have given him all the details of what she'd observed, but Hercules had just blushed and held up his hands. There were some things he didn't need to know. She'd laughed at him, told him he was 'soooo cute!' and had taken off to tell Heph.

"I appreciate that, Hercules," Iolaus responded with mock solemnity, catching the knowing grin. "So, 'Dite told you, huh?"

Herc laughed as he looked up into the dancing eyes of his best friend. "You know my family 'way too well!" he confessed. "But, I told her you don't like to be watched over, and to give the two of you a break," he continued, a rueful look on his face, embarrassed.

Iolaus just giggled. "Like that would ever stop her. It's alright. I don't mind so long as she keeps looking after Elliara."

"That you can count on. The love of your life is 'Dite's favourite. And Heph is pleased, too, to know that you're going to make the shed into a forge."

Iolaus gave him a bemused look as he wrestled with another piece of thatch, before he sneezed again. "Gods, Herc, I never thought they'd be so interested! I feel like I've got a whole pack of relatives tracking my every move!" He shook his head, and giggled.

"Well, I've always thought of you as a brother, she's my sister, so she's sorta your sister, too, and Heph is her husband, so I guess, yeah, they're all relatives," he said around the nail in his mouth, while he pounded another. Looking up, he asked, "You don't mind do you?'

"No," Iolaus smiled, warmed by the words, "I don't mind. You're the only brother I've ever had!"

"Then, you won't mind if they come to the wedding?" Herc asked, casting a hasty look up and then back down when he hit his hand with the hammer. "Owww!" he complained. Damn. That had hurt!

Iolaus had had to grab a rafter to keep from falling off the roof, first in astonishment at what Herc had said, and then laughing hysterically when Herc looked at the offending hammer as if he'd like to turn it to stone, but figured it wasn't worth the effort.

"It's not funny!" he called up, aggrieved, sucking the throbbing tip of his thumb.

Iolaus took one look at the god Hercules, with his thumb in his mouth, and roared with laughter. Losing his grip, he slid off the roof, landing in a heap, still laughing.

Herc strolled outside to make sure he was alright, and stood staring down at him. "Serves you right for laughing at me when I'm injured helping to fix up your new house," he said with mock severity.

Iolaus sprawled at his feet, gasping for breath, still giggling. "Want me to kiss it better?" he asked in the 'coo coo' tone he reserved for babies.

"No, thank you all the same," Herc grinned, then reached down to help him up. Iolaus dusted off his pants, then remembered Herc's comment about the wedding. Looking up, he asked, amazed, "They really want to come...to the wedding, I mean?"

"Sure, of course, why wouldn't they?" Herc affirmed, heading back inside to pick up another nail and retrieve the hammer.

Iolaus followed him back in. "Well, I don't know...I guess I just never thought about it. I mean, Herc, they're gods...."

Hercules turned to cock an eyebrow at him, "Your point being?"

Waving a hand, Iolaus stammered, "I just never thought any gods would care."

Herc lowered the hammer, turning to him, "Iolaus, your best man is a god."

"Well, yeah, I know, but that's different," Iolaus exclaimed. Herc just shook his head and went back to hammering another nail.

Iolaus watched him for a moment, "Herc," he said tentatively, "You don't have to...you know, be the best man. I know you don't want anyone to see you."

The hammer stopped in mid-descent as Herc turned his head away sharply. Then, lowering his arm, he turned back to Iolaus. "Don't you want me to be your best man?"

Iolaus' face dropped. "Gods, Herc...that's not what I meant! Who else would I want? You're my best friend. No...it's just that I know you'd be uncomfortable...."

Reassured, smiling, Hercules laid a hand on his buddy's shoulder. "Iolaus," he said quietly, "I gave up being a god once, to be with you. I guess I can finally admit to being one, if that's what I have to do to stand beside you on your wedding day."

Iolaus' eyes misted, remembering that long ago day. Looking down, he bit his lip, overcome by what Herc was again doing for him. Hercules frowned, wondering if he'd said something wrong. "Iolaus, are you alright? Is something the matter?"

Iolaus wiped a hand across his face, and looked up, his eyes still glistening. Sniffing, he shook his head. "I couldn't believe you did that for me, Herc...I...you don't know...and now, this. I know how much you don't want anyone to know yet...."

Hercules just smiled at him, and ruffled his hair, trying to lighten the moment. "Someday maybe you'll believe me when I tell you nothing matters more to me than you do."

Iolaus raised his arms, shaking his head, helpless to stop himself, he hugged Hercules. "Thanks," he said simply, thinking, 'Gods help me, I love Elliara, but I feel the same way about you.'

"Anytime, buddy," Herc murmured, then pushed away. "So, when's the big day?"

"'Dite didn't tell you?" Iolaus teased, then relented. "Next Saturday, on the eve of the full moon, that our union may be blessed with plenty," he said solemnly, then cracked up. "It was 'Dite's idea. She is such a romantic."

"Yeah, well, she can't help herself," Herc snorted, going back to work.

He had just finished up inside, about an hour later, when he stepped into the light of the noon day sun. Elliara had been bringing a lunch to Iolaus and gasped in surprise, dropping the basket. "Hercules!" she cried, running to hug him.

Iolaus, hearing her, looked down over the edge of the roof, to see Herc pick her up in a bear hug, twirling her around. "You can see him?" he squeaked, shocked.

Herc looked up at him and laughed at the look on his face as he set Elliara back on her feet, keeping one arm loosely around her. "Well, someone had to be the first," he explained, looking down at her with a fond look, "and, I thought, who better? It's good to see you, Elliara."

"It's good to see you, too! You look wonderful," she smiled up at him.

"See, Iolaus," he said to his friend who had just jumped to the ground, teasing, "she thinks I look wonderful. Why don't you ever say nice things like that?"

"Unhand her, you rogue! I won't have any gods trying to tempt Elliara away from me! It's unfair competition. Besides, she can't help herself, can you?" he said glancing at Elliara with a smile, and then back to Herc, "She's a terminally nice person, even to gods who appear out of nowhere to startle her!"

She moved to his side, putting an arm around him, and kissing his cheek. "I brought you lunch," she said simply.

Hercules chuckled. "Somehow I don't think you need to worry about any competition from any gods, Iolaus. This lady looks like she only has eyes for you, although what she sees in you is beyond me."

They all laughed, as Iolaus turned to retrieve the basket and they all settled on the blanket he spread under the tall oak beside the cottage.

A week later, Iolaus was standing in the cottage, fussing with his new sky blue silk shirt, courtesy of the Goddess of Love, and his best man was leaning against the wall, laughing at him. "Relax, Iolaus, you look great! And everything will go just fine. It's gonna be a great wedding!"

"Easy for you to say," Iolaus fretted, now starting to pace around the room. "Is everything all right in here?" he asked, checking out the flowers, patting up the cushions on the furniture, gazing around at the shelves full of glazed pottery, the shining pots hanging from hooks next to the hearth. 'Dite hadn't stopped with the shirt. She was determined these two were going to have a beautiful home to live within. Yesterday, the cottage had been empty, whitewashed rooms. Today...his mind stole to the huge bed in the next room, spread with a blue patchwork downfilled quilt over plump pillows and satin sheets.

Herc looked around. "It's nice," he said, a tone of surprise in his voice. "Cozy." Not the crimson 'bordello look' his sister was known to prefer. "Has Elliara seen it yet?"

"Noooo," Iolaus said. "This'll be a surprise."

"Well, I'm sure she'll like it. Now, come on, they're all waiting for us in the Temple," he said, tugging Iolaus toward the door.

"Yeah, right," Iolaus said, following him. He didn't know why he was so nervous. He loved Elliara, wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Gods, he hoped she never woke up one day to find she'd made a mistake.

Herc, glancing back at him, stopped suddenly, Iolaus bumping into him. "Stop that," the god commanded.

"What?" asked Iolaus, looking around.

"That. The 'what if she stops loving me' worry. It's written all over your face. She loves you, as well she should. You're a great guy. And you love her, and well you should... 'cause she's amazing. You're going to have a wonderful life together, Iolaus, so relax and start enjoying it!" Hercules told him, a smile in his eyes.

Iolaus swallowed, nodded. Then, he too smiled. It wasn't what he'd had planned for his life, but it was going to be wonderful. He vowed to himself that Elliara would never have cause for any regrets. "Thanks, Herc," he said quietly, meaning more than the pep talk.

"The least I could do," Herc responded lightly, as he turned back to the Temple, happy for his friend.

The great hall of the Temple was full, every villager was there. Iolaus paused a moment, thinking back to the last time he'd seen them all there enthralled by the power of an enchanted rose, but tossed the thought aside. Jason, and Lilith were standing near the front, with Erythia and Pandion, all of them grinning ear to ear. King Iphicles had appointed himself Leandra's escort, and they were both smiling broadly, Leandra with tears glistening in her eyes to see her 'boy' so strong and happy.

'Dite was standing behind the altar, her hands clapping in delight when she saw them enter. Heph was standing to the other side of the altar.

Iolaus grinned to see them all, touched that his friends and family had all come. But, then the smile faltered a little in surprise, when he saw Cupid lounging in a corner, a smirk on his face, Athena and Artemis near the wall beside him. Demeter was fussing with the baskets of flowers, and ZEUS was standing grandly beside her, overseeing all the activity in the hall.

Iolaus stumbled to a halt. He turned, his mouth agape, to stare up at Hercules.

"Well, you said the relatives could come...." Hercules said with a grin.

"I didn't think you meant all of them!" Iolaus gasped.

"You haven't seen them all yet," Herc replied, his eyes laughing, gesturing to Hades and Persphone, standing talking quietly with Poseidon.

"This is unbelievable!" Iolaus breathed, not sure whether to be touched or alarmed.

"Don't worry, I made them promise to behave themselves. But, they all insisted. Seems they've grown quite fond of you over the years," Hercules chuckled.

Aphrodite was waving them forward, impatiently. Herc put a hand on Iolaus' back, guiding him through the crowd up to the altar.

The sound of windchimes dancing in the breeze filled the air, then the high, sweet tones of a pan flute began to play. Turning back to the door, Iolaus waited for his bride to enter. When she stepped through the doorway, he smiled at her beauty and look of radiant joy. Her hair was piled high on her head, ringlets tumbling to her shoulders, wisps of raven hair curling around her flushed cheeks. Her eyes sparkled like the sea under the sun, and her smile lit the Temple with light and grace. She was wearing a simple, sky blue silk gown, caught at one shoulder, and draped elegantly down her body. For a long moment, Iolaus had eyes only for her.

And then, the corner of his eye caught sight of her escort, the man who was to give her away into marriage.

"Ares!" he gasped, beyond shock, unconsciously reaching for a sword which wasn't there. Herc laid a heavy, reassuring hand on his shoulder, leaning down to whisper, "It's alright. He insisted on coming. Said he wouldn't miss you getting hog-tied for the world. He'll behave."

"He'd better," Iolaus growled under his breath. Gods, he should have checked on just which relatives Herc had meant. This was one 'brother' he'd never expected to see!

Elliara had reached him, and he took his eyes from the humour-filled gaze of the God of War when she touched his cheek. Looking into those marvellous eyes, he couldn't help the joy which filled him. She loved him. It was amazing. They turned to face the alter as 'Dite called, "Listen up people, we're here to CELEBRATE!"

Hercules threw her a quelling look, and she grinned as she settled down into her role. "We are here to witness the joyous union of Elliara and Iolaus, two of my most favourite mortals! They have touched the lives of many, giving freely of themselves, never seeking recognition or reward. They both have courage, and compassion, strength of spirit, and grace. They each deserve the love of the wonderful person who they love in return. Iolaus, tell Elliara of your love," she commanded.

Iolaus turned to face his bride, taking a deep breath. "Elliara," he said softly, gazing into her eyes, her hands in his, "I love you with all my heart. I promise to provide for you, to take care of you, and to do all in my power to keep you safe. I pray you will be happy with me, that I will never let you down. Like the sky, you encompass my world, and I will cherish you for the rest of my life. I will be forever grateful that you chose me to love, to share your life and to become my wife."

Aphrodite grinned at him, pleased with his words. Turning her gaze to Elliara, she asked, "And you, Elliara, have you something to say to Iolaus?"

Elliara smiled into the shining eyes of her love, tears glistening in her own. "I love you, Iolaus, with all my heart. I promise to stand by your side in sunlight and shadow, to make your home warm and welcoming. I will do all in my power to assure your happiness, and hope you will never tire of me. I gladly give my life to you, and my future...you are the holder of my dreams. Like the sun, you light my world with everlasting brightness and you warm my days. I will be forever grateful that you chose me to love, to share your life, and to become my husband."

"Right on!" Aphrodite cheered, then straightened. Raising her hands in blessing, she said solemly, "I, Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, bless this union and grant you both everlasting love, that you may always know happiness in one another and joy in your family." With a quick warning glare at Ares, she continued, "Let no one sever your bond or threaten your lives together. You are one, and will remain one, until death do you part."

Raising her arms higher, tilting her hands to the sky, she cried, "So kiss the bride already, let's PARTY!"

Iolaus laughed as he pulled Elliara to him, kissing her soundly. "I love you, for all my life," he whispered.

"And I love you, forever," she whispered back.

Then the hall erupted in cheers, hands pounding on Iolaus' back, as people and gods swirled around them, hugging them, kissing them, congratulating them. The pan flute was joined by other instruments as music broke over them, loud and joyous.

The party spilled out of the Temple into the courtyard in front of it, and the lanes beyond. People danced and sang, pausing only to sample the delicacies which had appeared as if by magic, as indeed they had, on tables covered with bright silks and white linens. Lanterns hung in the trees, bringing a festive light to the celebrations. Iolaus tried to hold onto his bride, but it was hopeless as she was swept away by kings and gods, including the King of the Gods. He laughed at her delight, as he turned to catch "Dite and whirled her into the dance.

"Happy Curly?" she asked, her eyes alight with mischief.

"Yes, 'Dite, I am," he replied, his eyes brilliant with joy. "She's wonderful, better than I deserve."

Aphrodite ruffled his curls, before giving way to Persephone, "Ah, I think she's got good taste," she giggled, twirling away to dance with Hades.

After Persephone, Athena, Artemis and even Demeter expected their turn. Followed by Lilith...and then his mother, Erythia.

Iolaus hugged her tight. "Thank you for being here," he murmured.

"I'm so happy for you, Iolaus," she said, gazing at him with pride and love, "I wouldn't have missed today for anything! And I expect grandchildren, do you hear?" She laughed at the look on his face and hugged him again. "By happy, son, just be happy."

Zeus strolled over to them, bowing to Erythia, taking her hand to kiss the fingers. "I'm pleased to finally meet you, Erythia. You have a fine son."

Flustered, she could only nod, then escape as soon as he had released her hand. Smiling after her, Zeus then turned to Iolaus. "I meant it, Iolaus. You're a good man. I've always been grateful, you know that, for the love you've had for my son, and for the care you've always taken of him. This is your time now, and I hope you will be very happy." His eyes finding Elliara in the centre of the dance, in the arms of his grandson, Cupid, he continued quietly, "She's a lovely woman, Elliara...beautiful in every sense of the word."

Iolaus eyed the old lecher, "Yes, she is. And, not to insult you or anything, just remember, she's my wife."

Far from being insulted, Zeus guffawed and clapped Iolaus on the shoulder. "Don't worry, it wouldn't be worth the wrath of all my children if I even considered anything but warm regard and lifelong friendship... even if I thought she could be tempted from your side. Which, my lad, I don't believe would be possible."

Iolaus grinned back, "Thanks for coming tonight, Zeus. I never expected...."

"My son considers you a brother, Iolaus. That makes you my child as well. Of course I came to celebrate with you, and wish you every happiness. You deserve it, son."

Touched by the words, overwhelmed by them, Iolaus lowered his head, only to feel Zeus' hand upon his curls. "You will live long, Iolaus, I promise you...longer than you might think possible."

With that, Zeus turned away, having spotted a particularly charming barmaid by one of the tables.

Iolaus was still bemusedly rubbing his curls, when Ares loomed over him. Stepping back, eyes wary, Iolaus nodded. "Enjoying yourself, Ares?"

The God of War flashed his devilish grin as he looped a heavy arm around Iolaus' shoulders. "You know I am, buddy. Iolaus, sorry as I am to lose a fine warrior like you, I'm happy for you, man. She's a foxy lady!"

Iolaus narrowed his eyes as he looked up into the smoldering orbs of the God of War. "I was never your warrior, Ares, and you're just happy I won't be getting in the way of as many of your plans as I used to."

Ares shrugged as he let his arm dropped from Iolaus' shoulders. "Well, yeah, you got me! But, alls well that ends well, and she is one foxy babe."

"Hands off, Ares," Iolaus warned.

Laughing, Ares wandered off, calling back over his shoulder, "I never force, and she wasn't interested. The lady's all yours, Curly!"

Iolaus stood with his hands on his hips, shaking his head. Ares. The guy never quit trying to make trouble. Still...he grinned, wishing he could have seen Elliara oh so gently tell the God of War to go jump in a lake!

"Evening, Iolaus, nice party. Oh, and congratulations," drawled the sardonic voice of the God of the Underworld.

"Hades! Nice of you to come!" Iolaus turned to his guest with a grin.

Hades nodded, a faint smile on his lips, his eyes playful, so much as they ever were. "Yes, well, I thought it would be nice for both Persephone and I to see you safely married.

Iolaus chuckled at the gentle teasing. Hades had always made a big deal about Persephone's endless sympathy with the quandries Iolaus could find himself in, but the hunter had never believed the god was ever seriously worried.

"Just stay out of trouble, Iolaus. I won't be happy if I see you showing up unexpectedly," Hades cautioned.

"No worries, Hades. I'm retired from the life of adventure," Iolaus assured him.

Hades shook his head, not believing him for a moment. "Right. You promise? No warlords, no monsters for at least fifty years?"

Iolaus rolled his shoulders, "Well, you drive a hard bargain. Maybe the odd monster." Laughing, Iolaus clapped the God of the Underworld on the shoulder, "And, hey, after fifty years, all I'll be able to do is wave a walking stick at the things. Don't worry, I'm in no hurry to pay you a visit."

"Good," Hades intoned, "It was bad enough when Hercules stormed in before. Now that he's a god..." Hades shuddered as he walked away, much to Iolaus' amusement.

Iolaus spied Leandra standing quietly to one side, just watching and smiling as one villager, family member or god approached him, one after the other, to offer their congratulations. Moving to join her, Iolaus took her into his arms, giving her a hard hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I'm so glad you came, Leandra," he said softly. This woman meant so much to him, this grandmother he'd never dreamed of knowing.

She hugged him right back, then looked up into his sparkling, clear blue eyes, with a gaze of pure, boundless love. "How could I miss this, Iolaus? I can't tell you what it means to me, to see you happy, with such a lovely bride! I've worried about you, you know...and now I know you'll be alright. And, I can see your friend, Hercules, is alright, too...and that you needn't worry about him anymore."

Iolaus looked away for a moment, realizing that she was right. Herc didn't need him anymore, not really. He'd find his way, find his balance. Smothering a last, lost pang for a way of life that was now over, he brought his eyes back to Leandra, and nodded. He hugged her again, then, laughing, he pulled her into the dance, getting a kick out of dancing with a grandmother who was younger than he was.

It was his wedding day. And, he was happy. He had a bride he loved, and who loved him...and a friend who would never die, but would be there to share the joys of all the years to come.

During all the conversation and festivities, he'd lost track of his lovely bride. She'd taken advantage of his momentary distraction, to draw Hercules a little aside to a quieter corner of the courtyard.

"You are as lovely as ever, Elliara. Iolaus is one lucky guy," Hercules smiled down at her, delighted.

She blushed a little, shaking her head. "I'm the lucky one." Laying a hand on his arm, she looked up into his eyes, her eyes sad.

"What is it?" Herc asked, worried. "Is something wrong?"

"I'm just so sorry, Hercules, that this," she waved her hand, "came at such a cost. You know I love him with all my soul, and I am grateful you guided him back to me, more than grateful. I will love you, too, forever, for having always kept him safe. But, I'm truly sorry it's all at the cost of your life."

Herc swept her into a hug. "Ah, Elliara, it's alright. I'm happy, for both of you. Iolaus deserves this, deserves you, your love...a life with you. Don't ever be sorry, about anything. The Fates know what they're doing, I promise."

Pulling away from her, he continued, "I had the great good fortune to have Iolaus beside me for almost the whole of my life. And, I know he will always be my friend, as I hope you will, too. I love him, and I just want him to be happy, and safe."

She reached up to touch his face, a look of profound tenderness in her eyes. "I know, and you can trust me to guard his heart for as long as I live."

He covered her hand with his. "Thank you. Thank you for always understanding, for never making him feel guilty, or me either, every time we left. He's home now, and this time, he'll be staying."

"Hey, what's this? I turn my back for a minute and my bride runs off with my best man?" Iolaus teased, joining them. He spoke lightly, but his eyes wondered at their solemnity.

Elliara turned back to him, taking his hand. "We were just talking about you," she said, teasing back, "and how much we both love you!"

"Oh," Iolaus replied, nonplussed. "Well, that's alright, then," he continued, smiling down into her eyes.

"Uh huh," said Hercules, grinning, a light hand on Iolaus' shoulder, "well, if you'll excuse me, I think three is about to become a crowd!"

They laughed as he ambled away, Iolaus holding Elliara close, then he bent to kiss her gently. "Having a good time," he asked.

"Hmmm," she replied, "The best. Wanna dance?"

Iolaus swept her into the swirl of dancers, caught in the joy of the moment, laughing merrily when the crowd parted for them, clapping in time as the newly married couple danced under the moon.

Jason and Iphicles were having a wonderful time, most particularly because of the reunion with Hercules. The three of them lounged under a tree, enjoying the music and the wine. It was almost like old times.

Taking a quaff of wine, Jason studied Hercules over the rim of his goblet. Wiping his lips, he said, "You look fine, Hercules. It's good to see you."

Catching the emphasis, Herc looked over with a half grin. "Yeah, well, I figured with so many other Olympians around, no one would really notice one more god." Looking away, his face turning somber, he continued, "I'm sorry for not seeing the both of you sooner."

Iph smiled as he patted his brother's shoulder. "That's alright, Hercules. We both understood. You seem to be taking it pretty well, all things considered."

Jason laughed, "That's for sure, given all the rude things you've had to say about the gods over the years!"

Hercules laughed quietly with them. "Oh how the mighty have fallen, eh, Jason?" He shook his head ruefully. "I can't say I was pleased at first."

"So Iolaus said," Iph interjected, with a grin.

Herc shrugged. "I'm getting used to the idea. And it lets me keep a closer eye on Ares."

They all laughed at that, as their eyes found the God of War dancing with the barmaid, snuggled up tight, oblivious to his father's look of irritation.

Hercules continued, "I was more worried about Iolaus. But, he's alright now. He'll have a good life."

Jason nodded, his eyes lighting on the laughing hunter and his bride. "I'm glad," he said quietly. "Iolaus was made to be a father."

Iph gazed at his brother. "So, Hercules, what's it like on Olympus? What do you do with your time?"

"You mean, besides watch Ares, stomp on Daemos and keep that vixen Discord under some form of control?" Hercules shrugged, "Nothing much. Zeus suggested I watch the gates, in case some errant demon or roaming Titan decides to attack."

Jason snorted. "Sounds like a lot of fun."

Herc sighed. "Right. I gotta admit, it's all pretty boring so far." He shrugged, looking up at the moon. "But, time passes quickly up there, and it's comfortable, I suppose. The good news is, I'll have lots of time to visit you guys, and Iolaus. And, who knows, at some point, forever might prove to be more interesting."

Jason studied him, trying to imagine what it must be like for a man like Hercules, who had never stopped acting against wrongs, defeating evil, to be sitting twiddling his thumbs. "It's better than being dead, Hercules."

Nodding, Herc looked up at him, past the bangs that had fallen over his face. "It is that, Jason. It is that."

The wedding celebration continued until dawn, at which point the cheerful villagers, priestesses of the Temple, gods and goddesses, surrounded the happy couple, shivvying them to their cottage. They cheered when Iolaus carried Elliara over the threshold, and called out merry encouragement for another hour, when, in high good humour, they ambled away to their own beds...or disappeared, as the case may be.

Giggling as he kicked the door closed behind them, Iolaus lowered Elliara to her feet, enjoying her surprised thrill of joy at their new home. "How did you manage this?" she asked, awed, spinning around, her arms wide, a smile lighting her face.

"Me? I didn't do anything. This is for you, Elliara. You work for a generous goddess," Iolaus smiled at her evident happiness with all that 'Dite had done for them.

She danced back to him, and threw her arms around him. "Not just for me, my darling. She seems inordinately fond of you, too."

Enfolding her in his arms, he lowered his lips to hers, only to lift them a moment later, laughing at the raucous suggestions from outside. "Our families, friends and neighbours seem to have a lot of good ideas," he said.

"Maybe we should take their advice," she dimpled up at him.

"Maybe we should at that," he agreed, eyes dancing, as he took her hand and led her into the bedroom.

The next two months passed quickly, happily. Elliara had relinquished her position as Chief Priestess upon her marriage, but she remained as a counsellor and adviser, her wisdom sought by priestesses and villagers alike. Iolaus set up the forge, and was soon shoeing horses, hammering out farm implements, knives and axes.

He told himself he was content, happy, and he was. But, he still missed his old life. Resolutely, except for the occasional wistful hope that a monster might wander by, he pushed those yearnings aside. He was a husband now, with a wonderful wife. He loved her, and he was committed to making her happy.

She, wise as she was, noticed the occasional signs of restless, and ordered him off from time to time, to hunt or fish for their larder. She knew he needed the freedom to roam a bit, and she knew Hercules chose those times to catch up with him, that they both savoured those times together. And it worked. He always returned happier, more relaxed. She'd taken to giving meat away to the poor, so everyone benefitted.

But, one day as he held her in the early dawn light, his hands paused in their gentle touch, resting over her abdomen. Her body was changing. His heart suddenly clenched, and his throat was tight. "Elliara?" he murmured.

She laid her hand over his, and looked deeply into his eyes. A slow, beautiful smile crept over her face, and her eyes blazed with love for him. "Yes, Iolaus, we're going to have a child," she answered softly.

'Oh gods,' he thought, reaching to pull her into a tight embrace, knowing she could feel him trembling. She'd think it was surprised joy, so long as she didn't see his eyes. Swallowing hard, blinking rapidly against the tears which had appeared unbidden, he sought for the words, the tone, he knew she'd want to hear. "A child!" he finally managed to gasp, in a credible imitation of awed wonder.

"Hmmm," she breathed contentedly into the hollow of his throat, hugging him. "Isn't it wonderful?" she sighed.

He nodded stiffly, "But, so soon?"

She giggled as she pushed herself up to kiss him. "Yes, well, we were busy the last time you stopped by for a few days, four months ago."

She didn't notice his pallor in the early dawn light, and mistook his trembling shock for surprise. She hugged him again, sighing, "We'll be a family, Iolaus. I'm so happy!" Then, laughing, she rolled over and off the bed. "C'mon, lazybones! The day's abreaking and we both have work to do!" He quite obviously needed a bit of time to get used to what she'd known for months, and she was prepared to give him the space to come to grips with the new idea.

He laid there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling. "Work...right." Then, he too rose to face the day. Before leaving the house, he swept her into his arms, breathing in the scent of her. "I love you," he said, his voice clogged with emotion. "Gods, Elliara, I love you so much."

Grinning in delight, she kissed him quickly, then pushed him out the door. "Go on with you! You're just trying to avoid the forge!" He turned to go, feeling as if the world was shaking under his feet. "Oh, and Iolaus," she called after him, "we could use a fresh rabbit for dinner! Get two or a string of fish and bring Hercules back with you!"

Iolaus found his way to the forge and grabbed his pack. Heading into the forest behind the cottage, he made sure he was out of sight before he leaned back against a tree and slumped to the ground, his face in his hands.

Hercules found him there an hour later, his knees up, arms crossed over them, head on his arms. Dropping lightly down beside him, Herc touched his shoulder, causing Iolaus to jerk in surprise.

"Easy, buddy, it's just me. Are you alright?" Herc asked, his eyes clouded with concern.

"You know? About the baby?" Iolaus whispered, his eyes haunted.

Hercules nodded. "Elliara told 'Dite, and she couldn't wait to tell me. Iolaus, this is wonderful news. What's wrong?"

Iolaus leaned back against the tree, his hand over his mouth. "Anya," he finally muttered.

Hercules groaned softly, suddenly understanding. Anya had died in childbirth. "Iolaus, that's not going to happen to Elliara. She'll be fine," he consoled his friend, a reassuring hand gripping Iolaus' shoulder.

Iolaus gazed at him with stricken eyes. "You don't know that. Nobody can know that, not even a god. I can't bear to lose her, too, Herc. I couldn't stand it. And, she...she doesn't deserve to die, not for loving me."

"Iolaus, she's not going to die! Listen to me, you'll make yourself sick with fear...and you'll upset Elliara. This is a time when you both should be happy, celebrating! You're going to be a father, buddy!" Herc cajoled, squeezing Iolaus' shoulder gently.

Iolaus just shook his head and looked away, shivering. "I'm scared, Herc."

"I know," Hercules sighed. "But, you can't buy trouble. What is it that Elliara told you once? All that's really certain is today, the rest is all conjecture, hope, possibility? Don't anticipate sorrow, Iolaus...don't ruin your todays."

Iolaus rubbed the back of his neck. It wasn't that easy. But, he couldn't hide here in the forest forever. Elliara was expecting him to catch dinner. Pushing himself to his feet, he looked up at Hercules. "Good advice, Herc. Is it just me, or have you gotten wiser since you became a god?" he quipped, half-heartedly.

"I got wiser when I started quoting your wife. C'mon, looks like you're supposed to be doing something about dinner."

Iolaus nodded, hitching his pack over his shoulder. "Rabbit or fish, Herc? Your choice...if you can stay to dinner."

"Fish," Herc said, definitely, forcing a grin from Iolaus.

"Fish it is, buddy," Iolaus replied, leading the way to the stream, doing his best to hide his fear.

Gods, what would he do if something happened to Elliara?

He tried, he really tried, to hide his fear from her, but Elliara was blessed with unusual perception. And, she knew him too well, could read his every expression, every move. Puzzled, unable to understand why he seemed so anxious, she came up behind him that night, after Hercules had left, and wrapped her arms around him. "What is it, Iolaus? Why are you so upset? Is it the baby?"

Iolaus bowed his head, gripping her hands with his, then he turned, pulling her against him. "No. Yes," he sighed. "Don't misunderstand, Elliara, nothing would made me happier now, than to have a family with you. I've always wanted children. But," he pulled back, looking down into her concerned and worried eyes, "My first wife, Anya...died in childbirth...and, I'm so scared of losing you." His voice broke as he pulled her close again, holding her as if he would never let her go.

She held him tight. She hadn't known. He'd never wanted to talk about Anya with her. "Oh, my poor love," she murmured. "Don't be afraid. I'll be fine, I promise you."

He pulled away then, tense, "Don't, Elliara...don't make a promise you might not be able to keep. We've never lied to one another, never. And, I don't want to start now. You don't know what will happen."

"And, neither do you. Yes, there are risks. Life is full of risks. But, if every woman died in childbirth, there'd not be so many children about!" She smiled softly at him, reaching to run her fingers through his hair. "Thank you, for worrying about me. But, please, don't be afraid. I love that I'm going to have your child. I love you. And I plan to keep on loving you for a great many years."

Iolaus gathered her close, resting his cheek against her hair. "I'll try. I'll do my best not to be afraid. But, I can't promise I'll relax until our kid is here and you are fine. If I annoy you too much with my mother-hen behaviour, just send me to the forge. Okay?"

"Okay. Now, I insist you smile for me and help me decide on names. How about Cornelius?" she asked, pulling back to smirk at his expression. "No, well, I always heard you liked the name Fiduceous?" She smiled when he laughed at that. "Ah, well, we have lots of time before we need to decide." Taking his hand, she drew him toward the bedroom, calling over her shoulder, "Oh, and I expect you to start work on the cradle tomorrow!"

"Yes, my love," he said in his best servile voice, "and, would you like me to canvas the neighbours for pickles?"

She giggled, "That's the spirit! And, while you're at it, see if you can find some anchovies!"

"You hate anchovies," he chuckled back, falling with her onto the bed.

"Hmm...they say there's no accounting for a pregnant woman's tastes," she replied smiling, playing with his hair.

"Yep, that's what they say," he agreed, as he bent to kiss her tenderly.

The months went by, and Iolaus learned to contain his fear, somedays even daring to hope that all would be well, that this child, and others, would grow healthy and strong, while he and Elliara grew old together. Other days, he pounded his fear out with his hammer, bending hot iron on the anvil.

He doted on Elliara, until she'd send him from the house, yelling playfully, "Out into the barnyard with you, old hen!"

But, as the weeks passed, and she grew more awkward, her emotions tripping up and down the scale, her humour was not all she would wish it to be. He came in one day, to find her stooping over, one hand on her back as the other groped toward the floor to pick up a towel which had fallen from the counter. Tears were streaming down her face.

"Elliara! What's wrong, honey?" he asked, worried, as he bent to retrieve the towel, and then guided her to a chair.

"My back hurts, and I'm fat and I can't move right, or see my feet, and my ankles are swollen, and I'm ugly, and I feel miserable," she wailed.

Propping himself on the arm of the chair, he wrapped an arm around her to pull her close, "Is that all?" he asked, biting his lip to keep from grinning. "I thought you were...."

But, he didn't get any farther, as she slapped at him, crying, "Is that ALL? How about none of my clothes fit, and I'm tired all the time, and I know you must hate me, and...."

He pulled her back, his lips on her hair. "Enough, my girl. I know your back hurts, so come to the bedroom, and I'll rub it for you. And, you're not fat or ugly, you're beautiful. Even your puffy, little ankles are beautiful. We'll get you some new clothes, and you will take a nap every afternoon...the Temple and its supplicants can do without your wisdom for a few hours each day. And, I could never hate you. I love you, passionately. Now, come on, let me rub your back," he said, helping her to stand.

She sniffed, "I still feel miserable," she grumped.

"I know, but it'll pass, I promise. When you see our cute little kid, you'll think it was all worth it," he assured her.

Frowning at him with narrowed eyes, she demanded, "Are you sure?"

He laughed, pulling her into the bedroom, "I'm sure, sweetie." He settled her on the bed, lifting her feet, and helping her roll to the side. He sat beside her, gently kneading her back. Having gone through this twice before, he knew just where to ease her muscles, and she sighed. "You're wonderful, you know that?"

"Yep, I have a pretty wife who tells me that quite regularly," he said, with a grin.

"Wise woman," Elliara murmured, drifting off to sleep.

"Very wise," Iolaus agreed, bending to kiss her cheek.

There was one incident which marred their quiet life, one shadow from his past which came to darken the village and threaten their happiness. Brixis, a warlord Hercules and Iolaus had defeated some years before, had served his time and had come calling, looking for revenge. And, he'd brought friends. A new gang of rough, soul-less men who sought only to intimidate and destroy.

A young scamp was sent by the tavern keeper, to warn Iolaus that trouble had arrived, and was looking for him.

Iolaus frowned as he listened to the news, glad of the friendly warning, but disturbed by it. He gave the kid a dinar, and sent him home, with an order that he stay there and be safe. Then, straightening his shoulders, his jaw taut, he went into the cottage.

Elliara looked up with a smile which quickly faded at the expression on his face. "What is it?" she asked, concerned, as she moved across the room toward him.

Iolaus took her into his arms. "Trouble," he said quietly. "Elliara, some men have come to the village looking for me...men from the past. I can handle them, but I want you to go to the Temple, and stay there until I come for you."

She clutched his arms, worry clouding her face. "No...I don't want to leave you...."

He forced a smile of reassurance and confidence, knowing he was only half fooling her. "It'll be alright, but I can't deal with them if I'm worried about you. Please, honey...I need you to do this for me. Okay?"

She studied him for a moment, afraid, but knowing she would only distract him, and could even be used against him. Reluctantly, she nodded. "Alright, I'll go," she said, pulling away from him, and walking to the door, knowing he was right behind her. Outside, she turned once, holding his eyes with her own, "I love you," she said, "and, I'll be waiting for you. Please, don't make me wait long...."

He grinned then, and laughed. "I've beaten him before, Elliara. Don't worry, love...it won't take long."

Unable to return his smile, afraid for him, she simply nodded, and headed to the temple, while he went to the forge to get his sword.

They didn't keep him waiting long. When they rode into the courtyard of his cottage, Iolaus was standing with his back to the door, to keep them from being able to surround him. There were a dozen of them, heavy set men clad in leather, on horseback, weapons ostentaciously displayed.

"Brixis," Iolaus said civilly, "I don't recall ever inviting you to visit."

The warlord sneered coldly, "No...I don't suppose you ever thought to see me again. But, I've waited for this moment a long time. Never thought it'd be this easy...you just a blacksmith now, no demigod around to protect you."

Iolaus grinned, his arms crossed, his sword, gripped in one hand, supported on a shoulder. "Well, now that you've stopped by to pay your respects, and you and your lot can go about your business...someplace far away."

"I don't think so," Brixis replied, signaling to his men, who all dismounted, loosening their swords. Dismounting himself, he pulled his own sword from his belt. "This looks like a good place to set up operations...and I intend to make sure you won't be in the way, this time." The warlord lunged at Iolaus, and their swords clashed with a sharp clang, flashing in the sun.

The warlord alone would not have been difficult to handle, his skills were far inferior to Iolaus', but the others moved in as well, intending to kill him while the warlord held his attention. Iolaus soon found himself holding off four men, reduced the number to three when one fell away wounded, only to have two more fill the gap.

The hero didn't wonder that no one from the village had come to his aid, though he knew some had to be watching from cover. This wasn't their battle, nor were they skilled in the arts of war needed to face this lot. He twisted away from one thrust, only to feel a sharp, burning slash along his left arm. Ducking, he rolled, throwing two men off balance, and came up, his sword blocking a downward plunge.

This wasn't good. There were too many.

He took out two more, and was trying to get to Brixis, knowing if he could take the warlord out, the others would soon lose their appetite for battle. But, the warlord had backed away from the flashing sword in his prey's hands, knowing he was no match for the smaller, blond warrior. Iolaus cut and spun, lashing out with all his strength and skill, and took down another mercenary. He could feel the sweat on his brow, and the blood flowing down his arm to his wrist and hand was making the sword's grip slip in his hands.

Grimly, he fought on, determined to take as many as he could, before they took him.

There was a sudden roar of fury from behind him, and a cluster of four mercenaries disappeared in a blast of flame. Their screams lasted but a moment, but before they had ended, the others had pulled back in fear.

Without turning, Iolaus muttered, "Nice of you to drop in, Hercules."

"Don't mention it," his friend growled, moving forward, directly to Brixis, who had suddenly found himself standing alone and isolated in the courtyard.

Hercules batted the warlord's sword away, then grabbed the man by the collar of his cloak, lifting him from the ground, the better to look deeply into his eyes. Furious, the god shook the warlord, to be certain of having his full attention, then snarled coldly, "This village, and this man, are off limits. Do you understand?"

His breath cut off by the strong fist twisting the cloth at his throat, the warlord nodded. Hercules carefully set the man back down on the ground, solititously brushing off the lint from the man's shoulders, straightening the cloak, as he said with deadly calm, "Good. See that you spread the word. Iolaus is, and always will be, my partner. Anyone who bothers him, or his family, will answer to me. Now, take your trash and get out of here...and don't ever come back."

Skittishly, in absolute silence, their eyes on the enraged god, the mercenaries collected the bodies of their comrades, loaded them on the horses, then mounted their own and rode away, knowing they were lucky to escape with their lives.

When they were gone, Herc turned to Iolaus, noting the wounded arm. "Let's take care of that," he said, with a nod to the house, not unaware that Iolaus had not yet said anything. Inside, Hercules poured water from a pitcher into a basin, grabbed a clean rag from a shelf in the kitchen, and turned to tend his friend's arm.

Iolaus watched his friend silently, thinking about what had just happened. On one hand, he didn't like the idea of being under a god's protection, any god, even Hercules. On the other hand, he didn't want to face other old enemies every few months. It might not always turn out so well. And, so long as garbage like that came after him, Elliara, and whatever children they might have, would be in danger. "Thanks," he muttered, as Herc tied off the bandage.

Hercules frowned and bit his lip. He knew Iolaus was a proud man who wouldn't like the feeling of being 'protected'. "Iolaus, I'm sorry if...."

But, Iolaus cut him off, waving a tired hand. "It's alright, Hercules. I mean it. Thanks." He sighed and looked up into his friend's eyes. "Not just for me, but for Elliara. It's better this way, that bad guys like them know we're "off limits". I promised her I'd take care of her, and I guess accepting your help is just part of that commitment." He looked down, then back up with a grin, his eyes flashing, "And, I gotta say, that fireball trick is some way to send a message!"

Herc raised one eyebrow, thinking that he hadn't meant to send the bolt of energy. It had been a thoughtless, godlike reaction of fury and fear, borne of his need to protect Iolaus. He hadn't meant to kill so thoughtlessly. He had to get better control of himself. But, he just nodded in response to Iolaus' quip, relieved to know Iolaus had accepted his intervention. Iolaus might never thank him for such a determined statement of protection for himself, but he would never put his family at risk. He clapped Iolaus on the shoulder, saying quietly, "You know that I know you can take care of yourself...."

Iolaus nodded, "I know...now, come on and play the hero! Elliara is waiting at the Temple, and she'll be glad to see you." He headed to the door, then paused, turning back, a look of awareness in his eyes. "She sent 'Dite to you, didn't she?"

Sheepishly, Hercules nodded. "She was worried about you."

Iolaus just shook his head as he turned to leave the cottage. Snickering to himself, he muttered, "Between the two of you, I should live safely and quietly into a great old age!"

Herc just nodded, following his friend outside, thinking to himself, "That's the general idea, my friend. That's the general idea."

As her time grew nearer, Elliara fussed about, fixing up the finely carved cradle Iolaus had made, putting the last touches on an endless number of little gowns every colour of the rainbow, dusting the house, making sure that everthing was in order. Iolaus had carved little animal toys, including a small hen on wheels, that could be pulled around the floor. Neighbours and friends dropped by with linens, little knit caps and booties, baby blankets and small treasures for Elliara...sometimes flowers, sometimes a pretty stone, a delicate pottery vase. The men stood Iolaus a round of drinks whenever he happened into the tavern.

And, then, there were the relatives. Herc brought a small rocking horse, with bright saddle and bridle. 'Dite sent heaps of clothes for Elliara, and a soft lacy gown for the child. Heph sent a toy hammer. Athena sent scrolls of nursery rhymes, and Artemis a little stuffed bear, decked out in a hunter's costume. Ares sent toy soldiers and Demeter kept their garden blooming as if it was spring all year long. Iph sent a royal blue, silk blanket for the crib, a matching shawl for the mother, Jason sent beautifully crafted, tiny leather boots, and Hades and Persephone sent soft, chew rings for later, when the baby's teeth started to appear. Pandion and Erythia sent lotions for the baby's skin. Leandra sent a soft blanket she'd woven of cotton, in all the colours of the rainbow. And the priestesses from the Temple, the only family Elliara had ever known, gave her a large, delicately made bottle of her favourite scent, honeysuckle.

One day, a barrel of salted fish arrived, courtesy of the Queen of Sumeria. Deep within it, Iolaus found an oilcloth covered package. Mystified, he opened it and found a small scroll and a beautiful pearl necklace. He smiled softly as he read, "Congratulations, Monkey-boy, and best wishes for every happiness. Enclosed is a small tribute to the woman who rules your heart, so that you might both know I am, and always will be, a friend who loves you both."

Zeus sent a pony.

They were well loved, by all who knew them. And all only hoped for their happiness.

Iolaus found places around the cottage for all the gifts, touched by the thoughtfulness, shaking his head a little at the toy soldiers. Ares never quit hoping for warriors.

But, the pony broke him up. Laughing, he drew Elliara out of the cottage to look at it. She grinned, shaking her head. A pony. "What shall we call it?" she asked.

"How about Zeus, in honour of the guy who sent it?" Iolaus suggested.

Elliara looked up at him, one brow raised. "You don't think he'd be offended?"

"Nah, he'll get a kick out of it. You'll see," Iolaus assured her, with a hug.

"Happy?" he asked her, as they went back into the cottage.

"Oh, yes!" she breathed, turning brilliant eyes dancing with joy to gaze into his. "How about you? How are you doing?"

"Me?" he shrugged, "You mean when I'm not petrified with terror?"

She nodded, her eyes clouding with concern.

He pulled her into his arms, "Well, when I'm not petrified, I'm happy, too."

And he was...when he wasn't petrified with terror.

She pushed on his shoulder, calling to him, "Iolaus! Wake up! It's time."

'Huh, what?" he mumbled until her words sank in, then he rolled over, pushing himself up on his elbow. "Time? Are you sure? Are you alright?"

"I'm very sure, daddy dear, and yes, I'm fine...but, you'd better get the midwife," she assured him with a grin that quickly vanished in a flash of sharp pain. Biting her lip, she suggested, "You might like to hurry."

Gods! Right! He bolted from the bed, pulling on his pants and vest. Making sure she'd be alright alone, nodding when she just told him to go, he turned and ran from the cottage, racing past the Temple to the lane where the midwife lived. "Herc!" he called, as he ran, "I need you buddy, RIGHT NOW!"

He skidded to a halt in front of the midwife cottage, pounding on the door, not caring if he woke up the whole village.

The old woman finally opened the door, frowning, until she saw who it was. And then she smiled. "Ah, Iolaus, I guess Elliara sent you?"

She turned, leaving the door wide, as she went back to find her supplies, Iolaus following her into the darkened interior, lit only by a tiny fire in the hearth. "Yes, Dagma, Elliara sent me. Please hurry!"

The old woman chuckled, well used to nervous fathers. "Keep your pants on lad, I'll be but a minute."

When she turned with her bag, he took it from her, hastening her from the house. "Now, when we get there," she began, to occupy his mind, "I'll want you to heat up buckets of water."

"Yeah, sure, whatever," he mumbled, knowing full well the heating up of endless pots of water was more to keep the father busy, than anything truly useful. He clamped a hand around her arm, to steady her through the darkened streets.

"Calm down, Iolaus," she reassured him. "Elliara's a strong, healthy woman. She'll be fine," she said, refusing to be hastened. He'd have her trotting through the streets, if he had his way. Well, if he wanted her to trot, he should have brought that new pony for her to ride. Smiling and shaking her head, she thought, 'Fathers. Gods save me from them!'

Iolaus guided her around the Temple, and along to their cottage, biting his lip to keep from shouting at her to hurry. He knew he was being stupid, everything would be fine...had to be fine.

But, he was terrified, could hardly breathe, a fist clenched around his heart. His throat was dry and tight, and he knew his hands were sweating. 'Gods, let her be alright' he prayed, over and over, in his mind.

Finally, they were back at the cottage. Pale light streamed from the windows. Elliara had gotten up, lit dozens of candles, gathered clean sheets and towels, and set water to boil in the kettle over the fire. She'd also made tea, turning to force a mug into Iolaus' hand as he came in the door. "Drink it," she said, with a grin, "It'll keep you calm."

He set the mug down, and put an arm around her. "Shouldn't you be in bed?" he said, turning to guide her back to their bedroom.

"No, she shouldn't. She's doing exactly the right thing, walking about, being active," Dagma chided, taking his other arm, pulling him away. "And you, my lad, are going to do what you should do...take the tea and go outside, and stay out of our way. I'll call you when it's time to greet your new baby. Now out."

Iolaus shook his head, his face pale, his eyes wide. "No, I'm staying. I won't leave her."

"You're not, and you will," Dagma said firmly, hands on her hips, glaring up at him. "From the look of you, I'd say you're about to pass out, and I'll not have you sprawled all over the floor, getting in the way. *Out!"

She stretched out her arm, pointing a finger toward the door. "Now."

"It's alright, Iolaus, she's right. Everything's fine. Go sit on the bench under the tree," Elliara urged, pushing him toward the door.

He wasn't going to go. She looked past him, a grateful smile on her lips when she saw who had just arrived. "Hercules, your friend refuses to cooperate. Would you take him outside, please?" she asked.

"My pleasure," Herc replied with a grin, hooking one strong hand around Iolaus' arm, and drawing him gently, but determinedly, out of the door.

Iolaus, however, twisted and pulled free, moving back to Elliara. He took her into his arms, holding her close. Then he kissed her tenderly. "I love you. Please be all right," he whispered.

"I'll be fine, my love. Now go play with your friend. I'll see you later!" she smiled into his eyes, and pushed him back toward Hercules, who made sure not to let him go this time.

"If you have to," she called after them, "take him fishing!"

Herc looked back with a smile and nodded. "Don't worry. He's safe with me."

"Thank you," she said, winking up at the god, as she closed the door behind them.

Iolaus stomped to the bench, and dropped down on it, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, face in his hands. Herc sat down beside him and rubbed his back. "She'll be fine, Iolaus," he said softly, feeling Iolaus tremble under his hand, knowing his friend could hardly breathe for his fear.

"Gods, I hope you're right," Iolaus whispered. Then straightened to look at Hercules. "Don't let Celesta come, please," he begged.

Herc clamped a hand on his shoulder. "Iolaus, Elliara is going to fine. Now breathe."

Iolaus shrugged off the comforting hand, standing to pace, back and forth, in front of the bench, hands shoved in his belt to keep them from shaking. Herc watched him pace, back and forth, back and forth, wearing a path in the ground under his feet. Shaking his head, Hercules wished there was something he could do to ease his friend's fear. Maybe he could distract him a little.

"So, have you decided on a name?" he asked calmly.

"Huh? What?" Iolaus asked, distracted.

"Names. Have you decided yet?" Herc repeated.

Iolaus shook his head tightly. "No, not yet. Figured there was still time," he said, wringing his hands.

"Well, there is, still time, I mean," Herc said, a half smile on his face. "Babies don't come when they're called for days, at least."

"Yeah, right," Iolaus said, not really listening as he went back to pacing.

"So, what are the choices you've narrowed it down to," Hercules persisted.

"Choices? Well, uh, let's see. There's Hercules, Jason, Iphicles, Pandion, we can't use Zeus...that's the pony's name, Justin, Leonides, Lorteus, Marcus, Tomas, Aphrodite, Artemis, Athena, Alcmene, Erythia, Angelina, Martina, Persephone, Sherra, Leandra...I think that's all of them," Iolaus rattled off, and Hercules burst out laughing.

"What?" Iolaus turned to face him.

Herc shook his head. "That's quite a list. Are you serious about any of them?"

Iolaus had the grace to grin, lopsidedly to be sure, be it was a grin. "Well, about some of them." He dropped down beside Hercules, running a hand through his unruly curls. "I'm scared, Herc," he said, as if it wasn't obvious.

"I know," said Hercules, again placing a hand on his friend's trembling shoulder.

"Don't go," Iolaus asked.

"I won't," his best friend reassured him. "Not until we know everything's alright, and I've gotten a look at my new little niece or nephew."

"Thanks," murmured Iolaus, his eyes glued to the cottage.

"Anytime," answered Hercules, putting his arm around Iolaus' shoulder, to lend him strength.

It was quiet for the first couple of hours, and Iolaus had thought that was bad. But, as the first gray light of dawn crept over the village, his sensitive ears had picked up the first, low moan. He was instantly on his feet, heading toward the cottage door, when Hercules intercepted him and gently, but firmly, guided him back to the bench, and pushed him down upon it.

"Herc, I..." Iolaus began.

"Stay," Herc replied calmly.

"But, I," Iolaus started again, coming to his feet.

"STAY!" Herc ordered, more forcibly, pushing on his friend's shoulders until his knees buckled and he collapsed back on the bench. "You know what to expect Iolaus! This isn't the first time...." Hercules could have bitten his tongue. It wasn't the first time. That was the point.

Iolaus ran nervous fingers over his face, pushed both hands through his hair, took a deep breath, "Right." His eyes darting around the yard, he trembled, gripping his hands together. "I just wish it was over and everyone was fine," he whispered.

Hercules dropped down beside him, an arm around his shoulders, shaking him gently, "I know. It'll only be a little while longer."

Iolaus nodded, his eyes again fixed on the cottage, his fingers aching to touch Elliara.

By the time another hour and a half had passed, the occasional moan had given way to low, gutteral grunts that escalated into screams which were hastily bitten off. One hand firmly on Iolaus' arm, Herc looked toward the house. He knew how hard Elliara must be trying to keep the pain inside, to endure silently, but no one could. Not for the first time, he was glad to have been born a man. What had Deianeara said to him once, in complete exasperation after he'd made some stupid comment, like 'it wasn't that bad, was it?'. Oh yeah, 'Just imagine your upper lip being pulled over your head to the back of your neck, Hercules! Now, that wouldn't be so bad, would it?'

Gods, what women had to endure, all in the name of love.

He could feel Iolaus quaking under his hand as he glanced over at the milk-white, sweat-beaded face. Iolaus' eyes were haunted with a fear so deep the blue eyes burned sapphire. Every time one of the groaning screams erupted, he flinched in sympathetic pain, his breathing rapid and shallow.

He hadn't spoken for almost an hour, lost inside the terrors of his mind. Iolaus felt physically ill with fear. He'd never known anything like it, except that terrible night Herc had died. The screams, the soul-deep struggle to hold back the sound of the pain.... He hated feeling helpless, able to do nothing but watch the steady, exorable encroachment of death. Gods, what would he do? How could he stand it? If...?

'Elliara,' his soul wept, 'don't leave me. Please...don't leave me....' She was so good, so kind. Never a bad word to say about anyone. He remembered the warlord Tarsus, a bloodthirsty killer, and she'd felt bad about lying to the man. Gods. He wished he could suffer in her place.

What would he do if she died? How could he go on? There would be no one, no one to hold onto, to have a life with. He'd be completely alone. When he plummeted too low into self-pity, he'd remember the child, their child. Of course, he'd have a reason to go on. Someone who needed his love, his protection, all that he could give.

But, then another scream would come, and he would shudder, locked again in terror. Gods, would it never end?

A tear stole down his cheek, and he bit his lip to stop its trembling. Hands shaking, he clasped them tightly. Time crawled by, punctuated by the sound of life being born. Shaking his head, he wondered why something so wonderful had to be accompanied by such terrible suffering. Why the advent of life had to be overshadowed by the hovering spectre of death.

It was noon, the sun directly overhead, when another terrible scream rose to the sky, echoing over the rooftops of the village.

By then, several men of the village had gathered to lend moral support, and some had brought flasks of ale. Women had come by with baskets of food, pausing for a reassuring word. Iolaus was oblivious to all of it, all of them. He was only vaguely aware that Herc was beside him, alternately gripping his forearm, or wrapping his shoulders with a strong, steadying arm.

Unconsciously, he'd been timing the screams and tensed for the next. But, it didn't come. He waited, not breathing, until he could stand it no longer. Lurching to his feet, he ran to the door of his cottage. He had to know. 'Gods, please,' his heart cried, 'please don't have taken her....'

He'd only just reached the door when it opened, a broadly smiling Dagma in the doorway. Iolaus almost barreled her over, and had to reach out a hand to steady her. "Is she...?" Gods, he couldn't get the words past his choked throat.

Dagma nodded wearily, but with good humour. "She's fine, lad. I told you Elliara is a strong, healthy girl. She's just fine!"

But, her words were flung at his back, as he plunged across the room, to stagger into the bedroom beyond. He stumbled to the bed, falling to his knees beside it, tears glistening in his eyes. "Elliara?" he whispered, trembling.

She was propped on the pillows, her arms cradling a blanket wrapped bundle. She reached out a hand to him, and he gripped it as if it were a lifeline, and he was lost on a tumultuous sea. She was pale, her sea green eyes large in her elfin face, her raven hair spread around her head, little damp curls on her cheeks and forehead. But, her smile held all of the rapture of creation, and those eyes glowed with infinite, abiding love. "Iolaus, oh, Iolaus....she's beautiful!" she whispered, a tear of joy sliding down her cheek.

Iolaus kissed her fingers, laid his cheek against the back of her hand for a long moment, giving thanks to the Fates for having spared her. Her hand turned, brushing his cheek, then riffling through his curls. "Come here, my love, see our wonderful daugher," she murmured.

Iolaus raised his head, and stood to slip his hip onto the side of the bed. Elliara pulled back the corner of the blanket and Iolaus had his first look at the little lady who would rule his heart for the rest of his life. He didn't see the red, wisened face of a new born babe. No, the new father saw a halo of golden curls, a cherub's pink face, long honey-coloured lashes over eyes the colour of the sea after a storm. Heartshape rosy lips. Tiny, perfect curled fingers.

"A daughter?" he murmured in awe. "She's...perfect...." His eyes filled with tears as he reached out to delicately stroke a satin cheek, and let her minuscule fingers curl over the tip of his. He looked up into Elliara's eyes, overwhelmed by the miracle of love.

"I want to call her Dawn," Elliara said softly, thinking, 'because it's the dawn that brought the sun to brighten and warm my days.'

"Dawn?" he queried softly, looking down at his child, as he thought, 'Dawn, when the sky welcomes the sun, allowing him to live again.'

He laid down upon the bed beside her, his arms wrapped around her and his new daughter, embracing them with love. He nodded, laying his head upon her shoulder, that he might gaze down at their child. "Dawn is the perfect name." He raised his head, his lips finding hers. "I love you, Elliara," he whispered. "You'll never know how much I love you...."

She smiled into his eyes, as she replied, "And, I love you, my handsome hunter, with all my heart."

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