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Joxer and the Men	By : AmberDDawn Category: S through Z > Xena Views: 2235 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Another Chapter under way. I Do hope you enjoyed the last one. Found another story with an OC named Gallus I promise I didn not steal the character. I got the names for all my OC's from an ancient greek name generator. Also hope not too many mistakes stayed up late working on this posting. I was dead tired when I finally got it finished, so I'm revising the hell out of it now.

Joxer and the Men
Chapter 4: Joxer and the Physician

Gallus sat amongst the revelers. He mustered up a weak smile as his father patted him on the back and handed him a cup of wine. He tipped the cup back and let the sweet liquid drain down his throat and warm him on the inside. He looked to the tent where Joxer lay and sighed. He stuffed a hunk of meat into his mouth. He chewed abesntly and swallowed not even tasting the tender morsel.

They had taken down a large stag the day before. Gallus would have normally been on the hunt with them, but he had been fussing over his bethrothed. The meat was beautifully roasted and broth was made specially for Joxer. Galllus felt the urge to go check on the man. He started to stand, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

His dad shook his head, "You need to eat and Joxer's not going anywhere. Please eat and rest. You'll do him no good if you waste away sitting in that tent."

"Ok Da," Gallus kissed him on the forehead. He settled back down and took another hunk of meat. Glancing back at the tent he noticed one of the guards to Joxer's tent go inside. His stomach twisted and he got up. His father and dam both called his name, but he ignored them. He stepped over the low table, dropped his food, and started to jog over to the tent. He knew somethign was wrong.

The guard stepped out shouting, "He's gone!"

Gallus pushed past him into the tent to find Joxer's bedding disturbed and empty. The back of the tent was cut and Joxer was gone. He didn't just get up and walk out on his own. He'd been taken. Gallus didn't hear anything as he fell to his knees he had been screaming since he had entered the tent.

Fear and rage battled inside him. One of the guards sounded an alert to call all the men to arms. Gallus didn't hear as he clutched at a soft fur that was still warm from his love's body heat. His bedding smelled so sweet. He burried his nose in the fur.

He had to fight to regain enough control to do something. Anything.   Someone had come into their camp, into their sanctuary, and taken one of their own. Joxer was as much a tribe member as him. The Gargareans would not stand for this. He would not let them steal his mate.

He stood and a small cup was dislodged from one of the furs. He ignored it, but someone noticed it and frowned. The wooden cup looked like one of those the boys used. Small yet sturdy, hand carved drinking cup.

Idas plucked the cup off the floor thinking perhaps someone had drugged Joxer to make it easier to move him. Knowing how weak Joxer had been and that he was already drugged didn't fit. He sniffed the cup and shook his head. He turned it over and a small K was carved into the bottom. Kimon's cup. Why would Joxer have it? And that smell...Oh no....Idas slipped out of the tent unnoticed as he ran to the healer. He needed to know, needed to be sure.

There was violent pounding. Outside the world should still be asleep, but there was knocking at his door. Being a healer by trade, he'd grown used to this. Having no temple to Apollo in their village meant he was beseiged at all hours. The ill should have a warm clean place to be treated, and worshipers could make offerings, and pray for good health. Not to mention a place for all the bards and poets and intellectuals to gather and share ideas. His god was a very versatile being.

He really should convince the Prefector that they needed more than the Temples to Athena, and Zeus. He could help train young minds and the addition of preiests to Apollo would mean more healers. If only the short sighted man could see how the village's influence would expand.

This man been raised in Colyrus and taken to study medicine in Athens. The village funded his trip on the promise that once he was trained he would come back and act as the Village healer. He would have a nice home and wages paid to ensure he lived comfortably. It had been a tempting offer. He had allways been keen of mind and eager to learn, but there was only so much knowlege one could get in an small isolated village.

He was still relatively young, and he was stuck there for a long time. Visitors came at all hours, for even the most trivial of things. He couldn't change his profession. He always had known he was ment for this. Besides he owed the village a debt. The olive skinned man scrubbed his fingers through his dark curls. He yawned widely and stretched.

"Phidias, you should have become a merchant, nobody knocks on a merthant's door before the sun has risen," He grumbled to himself as he dressed and went to the door. It was probably a mother-to-be and her overwroght husband.
'Why did they not just go to the Midwife?!' Melissa was more than capable of handling anything but the most dire of emergencies. The pounding grew more urgent. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

He fumbled to light a candle. Holding his candle he iritatedly jerked his door open expecting to see a woman in labor, instead there were two women and two men. One man held in the arms of the other seemed to be semi-conscious, looked ghastly pale, and was naked.

"Bring him in," Phidias ordered. He directed them to a large table, "Lay him out here."

The man began to light some candels around his living area to brighten up the room a bit.

Auto had to force himself to lay the other man down. The strange spell he was under made him a bit paranoid to relinquish Joxer even to the man that the guards just inside the gate had directed them to.

"He's the only healer in town but at least he's good," The man said as he tried to touch Joxer's cheek.

"What happened," The healer asked the group, "How long ago was he attacked? Do you know the extent of his injuries?" Phidias felt a tug in his chest and he smelled a sweet odor coming off the man, "Is he drugged?"

"We...we don't know," Xena admitted. None of them knew to what extent he had been abused while at the mercy of the tribesmen.

The healer shook his head and began cutting the tourniquet. Joxer tried to sit up and made ragged gasp, his eyes shot wide open. He inhaled so fast one of the intact stiches popped.

The healer pushed him down and looked to Auto, "Hold his shoulders. I need to you to keep him flat on the table. You two-grab his legs." He barked out orders, but neither woman felt inclined to argue. Each braced a leg. Then healer brought a bag of supplies over from a nearby shelf. He pulled out a sharp looking knife and ran it over the flame of his candle. He began cutting the stitches, blood rolled over his fingers and onto the flat surface of the table, staining it. Joxer coughed and tried to break free from his friends. The medic carefully slid his hand along the wound and shook his head.

"This was healing fine it seems, but your friend decided to get out of bed and tore open the wound, I suspect," The healer pulled a bottle of astringent out of this bag and began cleaning and restitching his wounds. He was a little bit rougher than he need be. He always found it iritating when a patient wouldn't heed his physician's advice.

"He was escaping," Auto cringed and it was clear in the tone of his voice that he was just a bit squemish seeing the doctor prodding the long cut in Joxer's side.

"Well maybe you should have let him," The man said callously. He felt his heart drumming in his chest and unwanted feelings invading him made him a bit gruff, "If he didn't want help, why are you trying to give it to him?"

"No...you don't understand. He was taken prisoner and we helped him escape...I'm afraid I hurt him accidentally while carrying him away from his kidnappers," Auto exclaimed. He winced as he watched the man deftly stitching the wound up.

"I suppose that's where the bruises are from?" He pointed to the marks on Joxer's skin. Barely visible due to the copious ammounts of blood lost by the man, but still visible enough to be detect by the candle light.

"He's kind of prone to accidents," Gabrielle chimed in as she pressed down on his left leg a little too hard. He gasped and fought more. The leg was swollen and bruised already and it sure didn't feel good with her pressing down where Castor had had him dangling in the air. Gabrielle looked him over and had never realized either how thin he was nor how damaged. His chest was laced with nicks and scars. She felt physically ill from the levels of guilt she had laying in her heart.
Joxer had soem muscle definition, he was wiry, but he had barely any fat on his bones. She bit her lower lip. He looked near starved, under all those scars and bruises his ribs stuck out.

Joxer yelped and tried to kick her away, shocking her out of her contemplation, but he was so weak his struggles were next to nothing.

Here he was again being operated on with nothing for pain. It was a little less painful this time, but it was still painful!

He whimpered and gnashed his teeth. He arched his back Auto had to push him down again. He frowned deeply. None of them wanted to hurt Joxer, but to heal him he had to endure this.

"Can you give him something for the pain?" Xena asked, even she was cringing a bit.

"No," Phidias shook his head. He leaned back after the last stich was tied, "He's lost too much blood. We want to keep him awake. Keep him still while I wash the blood off...He looks like the Barkeep's wife. She comes in all the time claiming she fell down the cellar stairs, or she shut her hand in the door, or burned her face by accident while loading more wood into the fire."

He lifted the bandaged hand and examined it. He snorted. 'Accident prone, and I'm an acolyte for Aphrodite.' He carefully cut the knotted cloth and unwrapped it. The hand had been held in a fire. He's seen similar injuries with abused children. Over wrought mothers with too many children and not enough patience and care.

He shook his head in disgust. If he had known that being a healer meant he got to see the ugliest side of people he might not have taken the oath to heal.

He tisked, and glared suspicously at Autolycus. He'd seen abusive lovers before and they were often handsome well put together looking men. For every aging drunkard husband there were three charming, debonare and polite men hiding a mean streak longer than Marathon. Besides He had that smarmy air about him that the healer didn't quite trust.

These women...he felt were less likely to be the ones who inflicted these injuries. Not because they were women but because they didn't give off that air of mistrust and jealousy that the man did.
Women could be a vicious as men, but generally their victims kept silent. Children were helpless, who could they turn to when those who were supposed to protect them were their greatest threat?

Men on the other hand were fearful of ridicule. The prevailing notion that men should be stronger and women weaker kept men from speaking out against female abusers.

As a healer Phidias did not judge his patients. He only healed and observed. People could be symptoms, as much as a fever or a stomach ache.

"...And I've lost count of the times I've had to patch up an old injury for Rhoda becuse she's so 'Clumsy' ...Lift him and I'll wrap his stomach." He said while rebandaging the burnt hand.

Auto carefully lifted under his arms once again. He glared at the healer's implications and didn't like those insinuations. He had not and never intended to hurt Joxer like he had so ovbiously been before. Whatever had happened was in the past and in the future he was inclined to kick someone's ass if they thought they could hurt Joxer again.

He shook his head. These feelings were foreign. There was something up and he didn't like it. It wasn't Joxer's fault, but somehow the man lay behind these laughable notions.

The healer bandaged him, "Help me move him and I'll make something for him to drink. He needs lots to drink, and he needs to be kept awake. He's bled so much Its a wonder he's not greeting Hades by now."

"I suppose you're going to be here for a while," He pulled a ceramic jar off the counter and fetched a cup and dipped it into a water barrel sitting near his fire place. He produced a honeycomb and broke off a chunk squeezing it into the cup of water and stirring it with his finger. He then popped the remains of the honeycomb chunk in his mouth and chewed it.

He set the cup down on a counter and sighed. "Bring him to my bed. He can stay there until I am certain he's not going to die on you all...and please forgive my brusque behavior. You did wake me up very early. I'm Phidias, by the way and what should I call you lot?"

"I'm Gabrielle, this is Xena and Autolycus," The blond said and pointed at them all.

"And our friend on the table?" Phidias asked, "What should I call him?"

"Joxer," Xena spoke up.

The man chuckled, "Cute name."

"You can bring him to my bed if you are careful not to disturbe his stitches," He looked to Auto. His eyes hardened, "Try to be careful He's already lost too much blood."   He stepped aside taking the cup of watered down honey.

Auto was petting Joxer's hair and glanced around the room at them. He didn't know what had come over him but he really wanted to take Joxer away from there now. He didn't trust this healer, and now talk of putting Joxer in his bed. Joxer belonged in nobody's bed but his. Of that the thief was certain.

He moved around to his side and Picked Joxer up. He followed the man to the back room of his home and reluctantly laid the other man out. Joxer's eyes fluttered open. He looked dazed. His dark eyes were glassy and he sported a confused frown. Phidias butted in and cradled Joxer's head it in his palm. He lifted his patient up slightly, "Drink this Joxer."

The cup touched his lips and at first Joxer pulled away. Everything he had to drink in the last few days had been drugged and he was in no mood to lose so much control again anytime soon.

"It's just honey water. I promise," The man coaxed him much more gentle than he had been. He felt a bit guilty now realizing that whatever Joxer had done to himself had been in self defence and not out of pigheadedness. He pressed firmer and the sweetened water touched the man's dry lips. Joxer tasted the honey as it slid down his throat. He moaned. This drink was sweet but lacked that cloying quality of the last thing he remembered drinking. It was nice to have something pleasant and light rather than bitter and strong, or sickeningly sweet forced down his throat.

"The body craves sweets after bleeding too much. It seems to help and honey is good medicine. It's something my grandmother taught me," He explained to the man and the audience behind him.

"We can keep giving him this every hour or so, and talk to him, keep his mind occupied. If he falls asleep before his body has had the chance to recoperate he might never wake up," Phidias wasn't sure. He couldn't be certain how much blood Joxer had lost, but he needed to regain strength and honey seemed to help wake up the body. Phidias absently chewed on the bees wax feeling the lovely warm sensation as more honey popped out of a few of the wax cells it was trapped in.

Joxer looked terribly malnurished his recovery might be hampered by that. "Honey now then we could try some broth." He uttered.

Search parties were sent out. Gallus wanted to lead one of them.   Wished he could somehow split himself among the four groups each heading in one of the cardinal directions. His father held him back, "You need to be here. Once one of the parties has found him they'll sound a horn and you can go to him then, but in the mean time you are upset and you need to calm down."

"How can I be calm Father?!" Gallus wailed, "Think of my position! How would you feel if someone stole Dad away?"

His fists clenched tightly, Pytheous could imagine. He would go on a blind rampage and kill anything in his way or be killed if he ran into someone or something stronger than him. The chief felt his heart tearing from the empathetic pain. He felt the rage, only muted by the sorrow for his broken son, "We will find them and we will take him back!" For his son's sake he hoped time didn't prove him to be a liar.

The initial group that had followed the trail had come to a dead end. A war cry had eminated from not even a mile from camp but it had been a decoy. Someone skilled at hiding their tracks had lead them intentially astray and by this time they could be anywhere, but the largest party of Gargareans was going to the ovbious place, Colyrus.

If they had to storm the gates of that village they would. The few left behind were busy breaking down the camp. If they attacked a village outright they would be hunted, but Pytheous would not stand for such an insullt as this.

Still they would have to leave. They would travel further north and even out of Greece all together if they must. Perhaps they could move northeast head to the oriental lands.

Idas paced his family's personal tent Kimon held on his hip sucking his thumb. The boy was frightened and had only in the last few minutes stopped crying. His wails traded off to a constant cycle of whimpers and snifing. He burried his face into his dam's chest. Three of his other sons sat around him, away from all the action. The middle and second youngest looking very guilty and the eldest of the four looking confused.

Lydus sat behind his chief's spouse, frowning at the boys.

"Someone was in the chest under the alter in Puck's tent..." Idas said for probably the fiftieth. He knew it was true but only Lydus carried a key for the small trunk, and Lydus would never have used Kimon's cup, much less to deliver that potion to Joxer's lips.

Ceyx kept his eyes to the ground. His sweet little boy. He was so responsible at his age, so caring too. Nestor however. Oh he loved his sons feircely and would kill or die to protect them, but sometimes his third born made him so angry. Nestor was glancing between The old healer and Idas.

It was a monumentally horrible thing they had done. Even if Joxer were still safe in that tent he would not be safe. Under the influence of the potion...How much, oh god it only took a drop. The tiniest drop to work. They didn't know any better.

"I promise you none of you will be punished for this," Idas hiked little Kimon up higher on his hip he was starting to dose and become heavier as tired and sleeping childern are want to. He looked at the boys Ceyx bit his lip and kept his eyes low but there were unshed tears there.

"Please just tell me what you did," He held the wooden cup up, "You put something in Kimon's cup and gave it to Joxer. I need to know what you put there and how much. Joxer is in very serious danger and I...Oh gods he's out there and helpless and..." Hissed, "He'll be raped for certain, oh the poor man..."

Nestor dug his fingers into his palms, a barely audible gasp of surprise and fear escaped his throat, but he didn't look up.   He knew what their Da meant. Someone was going to take Joxer and hurt him. He didn't know exactly what rape entailed but he knew it had to do with sex and that it was very bad and very wrong.

The eldest of the four boy's eyes widened and his clutched at his leggings, "What do you mean Da?" He looked at his Dam glaring, "What are you talking about?" He looked at Nestor with a hate filled expression, "What did you do?"

"What did you do?" He repeated glaring at his brother. Theos lunged at him wrapping his hands around his neck and pinning him to the floor. He lifted Nestor off the floor by his neck. The smaller boy was scratchign at his throat. He had been so jealous of Gallus then he saw Joxer. Joxer was beautiful in his eyes and though he hadn't gotten to speak with him he had heard him talking in that soft voice and he had wanted him. He knew he couldn't have him but he had decided that if anyone deserved someone like Joxer it was Gallus. Now joxer was stolen away and someone was going to defile such a gentle man....and He just knew his bratty brother was the reason.

"Oh god," Idas screamed. Quick and agile for his age, Lydus was up and across the tent. Theos had always had a short temper but this was unexpected. Theos barely felt the blow to his head that had him falling away from his brother. Nestor gagged and choked.   He kicked frantically away form his stunned brother.   Tears rolled down his eyes but the look of shame and hurt washed over his features.

"I only wanted to help Gally," He gasped, "I picked to lock and I gave him the special potion...the love potion. He was supposed to see Gally and fall in love with him." He looked beseechingly to his Da, "That's how love potions work isn't it?"

Idas choked back a sob. One of his son's had just tried to kill the other and the other had just forced something onto an unspecting man that would probably ruin his life now. "How-how much did you give him?"

"Only a few spoons full," Nestor said in a scratchy and frightened voice.

"Fuck," the curse rose from his Dam's lips in almost a cry, "Lydus please say it won't kill him...so much...he'll be alright...Even if he's raped and with child he will at least live?"

"I..I don't know," The man checked the unconscious teen laying on the ground. He was knocked out but okay. He leaned back on his haunches, "I'll pray to Pan for guidance. Its all we can do...until he is rescued. Theres no antidote...none Lord Pan has ever revealed to me anyhow. Once it touched his lips the potion started to change his body. So much...Unless he is with someone truly noble and pure he will surely be raped and his body will take that man's seed into it and create life. It may not harm him physically...Possibly but his mind...Oh Pan, please come to us...Please grant us the knowlege and strength to get through this termoil."

Nestor had only learned of the potion on accident when he was asked to bring fresh oil to Pan's alter for the lamps. He overheard his Father, Da, and Lydus discussing the potion and how they could use it. His Da had been so excited about it he had been jumping around like a little kid. Then he Kissed their father and told him how much he loved him and that he could already feel the affects of the potion take. Idas had looked into his fahters eyes and said, "I love you so much."

He assumed they needed to potion for some reason to stay in love. He didn't understand adults and their reasoning. He hadn't thought on it until Joxer. It came to him and it seemed like such a simple thing. Harmless really.

Nestor hugged his knees and rocked himself. He'd been so wrong. Hearing what he had unleashed on Joxer's life was too much. He mentally shut down. Idas wanted to comfort him but he had no idea what to do or say.

Ceyx was trembling and Idas smelled the urine. He was terrified, for his brothers for himself...his family was being uprooted. He released his bladder in his paralizing fear and sat in his own filth, just shaking. He had a hand in this...an unwilling hand but none the less he was guilty. He didn't know what rape was. It must be a terrible thing, it scared his btothers and his Da.

The potion had been a gift from the God of fertility and the forest. He had taken pity on these men who had been abused at the hands of women. The trauma suffered collectively by these men gave the god such sorrow. They were children of the wilderness. He gave them a way to create life and have the love of a whole unbroken family without the need for the fairer sex.

The god had made the concoction from a love potion of Aphrodite, a healing Potion from Apollo, a fertility Potion he himself brewed with the blessings of Hera. The potion gave anyone who drank it the ability to carry children. One was never to take more than a drop and at the caveat that they had their mate chosen and binded to them already. Takign even so little as a drop with no lover left the victim hanging like a strip of meat on a string in a room full of starving wolves.

Also person taking sucha potion must be in the age range to safely give birth. From the ages of thirteen to that of around fourty-five if the subject was healthy and physically fit. Idas was aproaching that age but wanted another baby so he and Pytheous discussed it with Lydus who prayed to Pan. Lydus said his Lord Pan had imbued him with the knowlege that He would have to take more of the potion. Nothing more than a drop.

As a teenager he needed only a drop. His body sustained a womb for two decades and he produced four lovely, healthy, smart boys. Always boys. Hera's special blessing on the potion was that the bearer of the potion would only produce sons. Kimon was their fifth son and the result of several couplings. Idas loved his baby but his body was starting to grow too weak. He and his husband tried and tired. he had thought he was preganat again just as Kimon was out of diapers.

He felt his bleeding times grow more infrequent, and peter out. Then his stomach started to destend in that familiar way. He had been over joyed to be blessed again. Then one cold winter night he was awoken by such a horrible pain. The child...so tiny. So helpless. It passed form his body. It had all its fingers and all its toes. It was his beautiful little perfect baby. So cold and still. Its eyes never opened before, to be closed forever, resting in the Elysian fields awaiting his Dam to join him.

The loss was a blow not just to him but to Pytheous. Though for very different reasons. He certainly mourned the loss of a son, but his lover nearly blead out in their bed screaming and holding a chid so small it fit in the palm of his hand. Idas prayed to the gods to watch over Dorian, their lost child, every night before lying next to him. He only agreed to attempt to have another because of the fragile hope in Idas' eyes. After consulting Lydus, he suggested trying the potion again so see if it could heal his womb and renew the flesh. Lydus extracted the promise to only try this three times, stating that was all Pan would allow before he would take the potion from them (for their own good).

They had not been the first to be gifted with the potion. Lydus had given birth to Castor when he was thirty. His lover was killed in an accident and left him to raise Caster. He loved his son, and he had the tribe to help him but he was never the same. Not just because he lost his love, but because the potion changed him forever. Outwardly he resembled a man, he was as strong as he'd been before the potion, he still resembled a man, but inside he held something unnatural. A womb inside a man, a canal connected to the anus allowing the man to pass a child naturally though with great pain. The children were born earlier than those of a woman because they must be smaller to safely pass through the narrower hipbones, but these small children could grow to be as large as his muscular and tall son. Castor was so small when he was born.

The younger the recipient of this 'blessing' the safer. Joxer, Lydus would wager, was in his early twenties. Not ideal but his body was a good fit for the change. He was lean but wiry. He would put on weight if he were kept well fed. Maybe he'd even get a little chubby. His hips were slightly, almost unnoticably wider than the average man's...they would widen slightly further still, but to match the width of a womans would be impossible.

Ideally he should have been given the potion during puberty but that was much too young of an age to force something that life changing on a boy. Idas had been fifteen. Poor thing. Lydus remembered how afraid and unsure he was. He'd only just given up his virginity to Pytheous and they two were joined as husbands.   Under Pytheous' father's command Lydus gave Idas one drop of Pan's potion mixed with water...One drop. One drop was enough to give him a lifetime of sons. He could not fathom what Joxer was in store for. Again he beseched his god to appear, to guide them or give them a cure for fertility.
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