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The Amazon Gift	By : iamvirgo Category: G through L > Hercules Views: 2777 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hercules, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I�m really sorry that it has been along time since I have updated but I have been without an internet connection for about a month because I have moved house. I have also been sorting out college stuff. I hope my about 200 fans who have read this fic are not angry at me.

Pairing: Hercules/Iolaus at the start. Could end up either Herc/Iolaus or Ares/Iolaus.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hercules: TLJ or make money from this fic.

Rating: NC-17

Beta: Myself

Warnings: Mpreg, Violence, Slash, Lemons.

Timeline: Takes place after 'Old Ares had a farm' in Xenaverse. Also Takes place 'Full Circle' in Hercules.

Really big A/N: I have just realised I have made a big timeline plot hole. 'Old Ares had a farm' was set 25 years later in the Xenaverse world. Lets pretend Ares gave up his godhood 25 years earlier to protect baby Eve, who will be in this fic. I may edit chap 1 and 2 to include her. Chap 2 and 3 have now been edited to involve Eve. Its not worth looking up though. I have only edited the chapter on my livejournel as editing on these sites can be torture. I have also changed the days it takes to reach the Amazon village. I was recently looking at a map of the of Greece and I noticed it would take longer to get to the point where I wanted the village situated. The distance from Corinth, that is.
If you wanna check it up, my livejournel account is: Ruanm.livejournal.com

�Talking� �Thinking�

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Hercules woke up as the sun just began to shine it glimmering rays all over Greece. He could hear the birds singing outside while they foraged for the breakfast. He could smell the lingering dew in the air as it began to blanket the ground. He could also hear the hustle and bustle of the early risers walking around outside.
But, he didn�t get up. He simply didn�t have the willpower. He lay in his bed swallowed in a pit of despair. His mind was reeling and replaying the night before events in his head over and over again.

�Why did Iolaus attacked me? Surly he mustn�t be that angry with me? Was he faking his memory loss just to get back at me?� Hercules had repeated these questions and several others numerous times but he never thought of a solid enough answer. All he knew was that Hera was involved somehow, and all he needed was proof.
After around an hour of Hercules� mind lost in his maze of thoughts, he finally found the exit after deciding their was no point in mopping around in bed, so he reluctantly dragged himself out of it. He finally managed to get dressed in his normal yellow shirts and brown pants and boots and immediantly headed for the exit while ignoring the bread that had been placed on the table earlier that morning by a young servant girl. He exited the hut and stood looking up at the sky for a moment. �Another beautiful day in paradise.� He thought sarcastically to himself. He then trudged onwards and headed for the direction of the temple.
Along the way he offered polite smiles and waves to the women that greeted him in return. Hercules had gotten to know most of the village women while Iolaus had been recuperating the first four days. The women were surprisingly less savage like as the men who claimed to encounter them told people. When Hercules had first offered his assistance the women had been at first reluctant, but they grew to like him when he showed them how hard and long he could work without a pause. �Its all that work I did for my mother.� He had told them. Hercules� dedication to his tasks and the respect and love he had for his mother; when she was alive, that had earned in a place in most of the Amazons hearts. They smiled, waved and some even slipped him flirtious winks as he walked by the huts.
Hercules paused outside the temple at the bottom of the stairs to take in the size of the temple, �Yep. They are defiantly avid worshippers of Hera.� He let out a puff of air and started to climb the short steps towards the entrance. He crossed the high raised archway into the main shrine room and noticed to his satisfaction it was deserted. He also glanced into the main throne chamber and saw it was desolate also.
Hercules closed the tall oak entrance doors into the main shrine room and headed for the direction of the shrine itself. He saw the villagers had already left their morning offerings. �Berries, peacock feathers, wine, and ugh, please tell me that�s an animal womb.� He walked away from the shrine. �I guess no time like the present.� Hercules turned his face towards the ceiling and bellowed �HERA!� No one appeared. Not that he was surprised. He tried a few more times. Still to no avail.
Hercules sighed heavily out loud and thought �Great. I have to use the other way of calling stubborn gods.� He picked up a delicate looking white vase that depicted skilled blue coloured scenes of sacrifices, sexual and harvesting images. It was filled with a liquid that smelled sickly sweet. Mustering some of his strength, he cast it towards the wall, where on impact the finely crafted pottery smashed and the liquid secreted inside the finely crafted vase was sprung free and moistened the dust covered floor.
Hercules could feel the air fill with static, the pre calling card of most pissed off gods. Hera appeared in volts of blue lightning. When the god-queen saw it was not Valasca who rudely summoned her with a death wish but in fact her step-son, who looked rather angry. Once again Hera turned on her façade of niceness.
�What is it, my dear son?� She asked with false niceness.
Hercules looked ready to charge at her. �You are not my mother Hera.�
�Now that Alcmene has passed on to the Elysian fields I am the only mother you have.�
�Arnt I just the lucky one.� He spat sarcastically. �Why did it take so long for you to appear? If you are such the caring mother then answer me that.�
�Hercules. You do know that�s gods don�t just drop everything at the drop of a hat when someone summons them. I was�preoccupied�.with Zeus. You didn�t have to break a vase for my attention. You need to learn patience.�
Hercules could smell the fumes of the scattered liquid invading his nose. He tried to ignore it but the odour got more powerful and his eyes started to sting. �What was in that vase anyway?�
�A very rare and appreciated offering Hestia and I get occasionally from strictly devoted followers. It is an ingredient in a female fertility potion. It was made from the blood of a fawn mixed with nectars from different flowers. It really does have a overpowering odour.� With a wave of her hand all the evidence of the liquid evaporated.
Hercules looked at Hera again with a piercing gaze. �What have you done to Iolaus?�
�Whose Iolaus?�
�Don�t play dumb Hera. My travelling partner.�
�Oh. You mean your blonde lover.� At Hercules looked both flushed and shocked by Hera�s crude comment. She added �Come now Hercules, you think Aphrodite can keep a secret. From what I heared her mouth is only good for two things. And one gossip and you can guess the other.�
Hercules growled �How can you say that about your daughter?�
�You know Zeus and I adopted her after she rose fully grown out of the sea. She can say things behind my back, why can I do that about her?�
�I�m not going to get into a feud with you. All I want to know was what you have done to Iolaus.�
�I have not touched your precious lover��
�Hera� Interrupted the disembodied voice of Zeus.
�I�m afraid I must go now Hercules. Your father is waiting. We will chat some other time.� With one last synthetic smile she dissipated with blue sparks.
�Well that was either really enlightening, or a complete waste of time, air and patience.� While Hercules pondered Hera�s semi-cryptic answers the tall heavy doors of the temple were being opened again. Hercules looked to see around eight or nine pairs of questioning eyes looking at him.
He managed to stutter. �I...like�privacy�when I am praying. It makes me think of prayers more clearly.� He let out a deep sigh. �I�ll just go now. Yea.� He walked passed the non-moving spectators and hastened down to the huts to offer his services.
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Iolaus groaned as the suns blinding rays hit his eyes as the entrance flap was opened and Valasca left. Judging how directly the sun came in Iolaus calculated it was around mid-day.

�Wow. I haven�t slept until this late since I was a teenager before I started the academy.� Iolaus wasn�t proud of the fact that his sleep in this morning resembled that of a sloth, or a cat. He was usually up before Hercules. He could sometimes catch breakfast, have a bath, start a fire and tidy up the camp-site all before his partner would drowsily wake up and cook their breakfast still half-asleep and could only answer questions with grunts. Iolaus had memorized practically all of Hercules� idiosyncrasies, even before they had gotten together aswell.
Iolaus was laying on his stomach with his right arm under him while his left was at his side. �I hate waking in this position. Better roll over and get the blood going to that damn arm.�

Iolaus rolled his body around so his back was on the bed, he wish he hadn�t. Iolaus� hand shot to his temple as his vision flashed white, he had the most piercing headache ever. Iolaus groaned in pain as he willed the pain out of his head. �Is this what Zeus felt when Athena sprung from his head? If its not, I�d say its pretty damn close.� After about ten minutes the pain eventually subsided. �Ok Iolaus, you will be fine as long as you don�t move your head. What happened to me?� Iolaus tried to back track his mind but the more he thought the more his skull split, metaphorically speaking of course.
Iolaus shield his eyes from the onslaught of light as the entrance flat was opened and a petite figure entered the room.
�Iantha?� Iolaus questioned while blindly covering his arms over his eyes.
�Yes, king Kratos?� The small girl replied. Iolaus could hear her voice quiver and she sounded scared.
�Are you aright? Did someone hurt you? You sound hurt. Wait your calling me king Kratos again. Why? I told you my name is Iolaus.�
Iantha�s eyes widened in shocked as she heared the combined worry and humour in her old friends voice. �I�m fine. Are you ok? You haven�t moved your head yet.
�Well that�s because if I move it�Have you ever heared a harpy screech? Wait, of course you haven�t. It feels like someone is hammering my head.�
�You have a headache?�
�Yea. Why did you sound so frightened when you came in here? I could practically hear your heart beating from over here.�
�You can hear my heart? Why couldn�t I? What does it sound like?� She questioned chirpy.
�Slow down girl, my heads frying. Its an expression. I was being hypothetical.�
�Oh.� Iolaus could hear the confusion in her voice. Without moving his head, Iolaus moved his eyeball to the left to see Iantha by the burned out hearth. His eyes widened in shock as he took in her appearance. Before, she had been the epitome of a healthy, giggly, happy child. Now she looked the antithesis. Her clothes were dirty and torn in several places. Each one of her knees were skinned, she had a cut lip and a painful looking welt on her right cheek. The brightness that had been in her eyes once before had dulled dramatically, she even looked almost skeletal. Her hair held none of the shine their was before and as she turned her back to Iolaus and headed for the table Iolaus could see she had lost the bounce in her step, only to be replaced by lifeless shuffle.
Worry immediately set in Iolaus� face and mind. �You didn�t answer me. Are you alright?�
Iantha didn�t answer strait away. She occupied herself by placing fresh bread, cheese, ham and other delectable�s on a tray. She also had in her hand the violet coloured vial Hera had given Valasca the night before. She poured the contents into a goblet of water and took the cup in both her cherub hands and clumsily swirled the contents so they would mix together. She placed the chalice back on the tray and struggled to balance the tray as she carried it over to the small table by Iolaus side of the bed and placed it gently on it.
Iolaus� concern for the girl outbid resistance for his headache. Iolaus slowly pushed himself up so he was sitting with his back to the wall. He smiled gently at the ill treated girl and pat a space beside him for Iantha to sit. She hopped right up. Iolaus started petting her lifeless hair. �So you gonna tell your old pal Iolaus what happened?
Iantha looked at Iolaus with dull blue eyes. �This many weeks you have been shouting at me.� She held up her middle and index fingers.
Iolaus looked thoughtful for a moment, he then asked �Can you tell me when you got all those cuts? They looks like really bad boo boos.�
A small giggle escaped her only to suddenly stop as she looked solemn. �I tripped in here when you pushed me, that�s when I hurt my knees. You threw a goblet at me and my lip started bleeding and the queen slapped me when she heared me praying at the peacock statue for you to be nice again. Are you nice again�Iolaus?�
�I don�t remember being mean in the first place, all I remember was a rotten tasting potion.�
�Queen Valasca shouted at me when I was going to give it to you again last night, she said �His foot is fine, he doesn�t need potion anymore.� Then she threw me out of here. But this morning she gave me another potion, she said it was for a headache and to give it to you strait away�..opps, sorry.� Iantha�s chattering had stopped as she looked lie she was going to cry. �You have a head ache and I had medicine and I didn�t give it to you strait away, she�s gonna be mad at me.� She now had tear tracks making their way down her once ebullient face.
�No, no don�t cry, its not your fault.� Iolaus brought her gently into his arms and started rocking her and whispering comforts in her ear.
�Iantha? Are you in here?� The flap was opened by amazon with coal black hair and steel grey eyes, she looked around forty or fifty. She spotted Iantha wrapped in Iolaus� arms and sighed in frustration. She directed her focus onto Iolaus. Her voice was strict and confident.
�Good afternoon my king. I�m afraid I will have to take Iantha out of your hands. I am the teacher, Phaidra. And you have my pupil. Come along Iantha.�
Iantha disentangled herself from Iolaus arms. She wiped her eyes with her arms and hands and looked at Iolaus. �I have lectures now. See you later.� She smiled genuinely and left the hut.
Iolaus sighed and sunk back against the pillows. The urge to sleep again consumed him again and he felt his headache start to creep its way back into his mind. He remembered the goblet of medicine. He picked it up and smelled it. �Smells nice enough.� After quickly chugging it down he set the empty cup back on the tray. He glanced at the food to see if their was anything to start his appetite. �Im not in the mood right now for food. Wow, that�s something I never thought I would say.� Iolaus have into the overwhelming feeling of tiredness so he fell into the realm of Morpheus.

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Gabrielle sighed. She had her arms crossed and tapped her foot impatiently on the worn down grassy ground. She was standing outside a main tent that was located in the middle of a now deserted warlord settlement.
Xena and Gabrielle had infiltrated the encampment on Argo. Their swords and Sais ready for action. They had prepared earlier on for an attack, that meant leaving Eve with a babysitter. That babysitter was Joxer. He had just returned from Melodia after seeing on of Jace�s new plays. They had accidentally intercepted each other in Thessaly where Joxer was immediately put on babysitter duty (Joxer was one of the few people who could entertain Eve and Xena threatened death if anything happened to her in his care).
The warlords camp was located close to Thessaly so Xena and Gabrielle set out for it. They had rushed to the camp to assail the foes, but as the warlords cronies recognised the two strangers, they had fled for the hills. Gabrielle had turned to Xena and had said �Thank the Gods, for once we didn�t have fight. They must of recognized us. That warlord should get new warriors though.� Xena had replied with a half smirk and had made her way to the warlords strategy tent.
Gabrielle looked to the sky and regarded the position of the sun. �Xena has been in there for over fifteen minutes now.�

Just as she was about to give up and go fetch Xena when the said women emerged from the tent looking disgruntled. Gabrielle shot her a curious look only to have Xena shake her head cheerlessly.
�He didn�t know either?� Gabrielle asked disbelieved. �What did you do to him?�
�I put the pinch on him. He�s passed out now. Drakon was the ninth warlord I have jargoned with in the past month. Usually we at least have a clue by now where our quarry is.�
Gabrielle tried to mange a enthusiastic smile and said cheerfully. �At least we are reducing the number of warlords.�
Xena didn�t even seems to register what Gabrielle said as she went to retrieve Argo. Gabrielle followed to catch up on her looking slightly insulted. The trio started trekking their was back to Thessaly.
�I�m missing something. There�s something I haven�t noticed.� Xena spoke aloud to more herself than anyone.
After an rather boring hour of hearing Xena mumbling to herself, Gabrielle, Xena and Argo finally returned to Thessaly and instantly headed for the direction of the inn. After settling Argo in the local stable the women went strait to the tavern/Inn. As they opened the door to the dank, dark drinkery and all the patrons in the tavern had become hushed as the local villagers wished to glimpse the famous reformed warrior princess and her battling bard sidekick.
The two heroines ignored the patrons, as they usually did and went up to their rented room. They had stopped outside their rented room as they heared a deep musical voice coming from inside. It was obviously Joxer entertaining Eve the only way he could; acting like a baby himself. The women smiled at each other and pressed their ears to the door.

�Evelyn the mighty, her new nappy is on tightly, now she�s smelling nicely. Joxer takes care of his little niece, so her mommy�s mind is at peace, lets hope Evelyn�s worry�s will cease. She�s Evelyn, Evelyn the mighty.�

Gabrielle looked at her best friend fondly. �I wonder how many versions he has sung to her.�

�Even one is much, come on.�

Xena opened the door and let herself him, she stopped as she took in Joxer�s situation. He had divested his awful metal armour and was donning a light brown sleeveless leather jacket, he had a long sleeved white shirt underneath, he was wearing his normal pants and shoes.
He had Eve cradled gently in one arm rocking her slowly, while his other was washing the soiled nappy in a basin with the other. His neck was cranked so that a leather water (Now milk) skin was nesting on his neck and angled to be in Eve�s mouth. He was also smiling and humming happily. He looked generally content.
�Hi Joxer.� Came Gabrielle�s voice.
Joxer�s head snapped up and saw the two newcomers he hadn�t noticed before. He then looked back at Eve to see if she was still asleep, she was.
�Hey Gabby, Xena. You are back faster than I expected.� he greeted in his usual goofy voice.
Xena walked over gently took her child from Joxer�s grasp. When Eve started rousing Xena gently shushed her and gently rocking her. Her calm face turned serious as she looked back at Joxer.
�We found Drakon. He didn�t know anything. It just seems that they have just disappeared off the face of the planet�
Gabrielle walked towards looking thoughtful. �Maybe they have Xena. Maybe Hera kidnapped them and are keeping them in Olympus.�
Xena looked doubtful. She gently placed Eve on the bed and covered her. She looked at her blonde friend. �I already tried that. I got Aphrodite, Athena, Hephaestus and every other god that talks to me to investigate. They came up empty. They followed Hera and she wasn�t doing anything out of the ordinary.�
Joxer had finished washing the nappy and was now placing it on the windowsill to dry. He said casually �Maybe Amazons got them.� He then shrugged, �I mean they do grow up in the jungle, they would be good at covering their tracks, wouldn�t they?�
�It cant be the Amazons, I would know. I am like, their queen or something.� Denied Gabrielle.
�Sorry Gabby. I knew I shouldn�t have opened my mouth-�
�Your right Joxer. How dare you��
Xena had tuned out their squabbling and was thinking about what Joxer said. �Joxer has a point, but so does Gabrielle. We are like sisters to most amazon tribes�Most, not all. Xena looked over at the duo. Joxer was now backed into the wall looking frightened while Gabrielle looked seething and had one of her Sais pointed at the wannabe heroes neck. Xena thought she could see a speck of blood appearing where the sharp tip was pushed in. Xena sighed, once again it was time to save Joxer�s neck, literally.
The warrior princess walked steadily over to the pair. Before Gabrielle knew it her Sais was out of her hand, she whipped around to see her dark haired friend holding her weapon. She didn�t notice Joxer sliding along the wall behind her and placing a good distance between him and the crazed blonde.
�If you are quite finished acting like a child Gabrielle, I would like to go visit Queen Margo (1) and get some answers�
The blonde just rolled her eyes and agreed.
�Good to see your enthusiasm is in this. Joxer!� The named man looked up at Xena. She continued. �I need you to look after Eve longer.�
�Sure I will.� Joxer beamed.
�I wasn�t asking you. Pack lightly Gabrielle, this is going to be a long trip.� Her partner nodded and fumbled around the flimsy rented inn room gathering the necessary equipment.
When done, without a good bye to Joxer (But a small kiss to Eves temple) she left the room without looking back. Xena started towards the door, she stopped to look at the clumsiest of the triplets.
�You do know she likes you Joxer.� She meekly offered. Xena had always felt a semi-revulsion to the way Gabrielle treated this kind soul. Joxer has always given 110 pebbles (2) to trying to make friends with Gabby, as he had nicknamed her. Gabby had returned with about 10 pebbles. She had no reason to openly object to the way she was treating him, she hasn�t treated him that well either.
�I know. She has a weird way of proving it though, I am what do you feed this baby, she makes more poo than a field full of horses.�
�You know who I mean.�
�Yea, I know.� Joxer murmured while looking at the window.
�I better go.� Once again she ambled towards the door only to turn around and say �Oh, and if you ever call my daughter Evelyn again, I will gut you like a fish and toss your remains over the four corners of the Earth.�
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(1) - I think that was the name of the Queen of the tribe in season 5.

(2) - I was trying to think of a alternate for percent for their time period. This was the loosest my brain could get at two in the morning.
The last half of this fic might be a bit boring and rusty is because I had down to the end of Iolaus� bit written about a month ago. Update took a very long time. Sorry, im working on other fics.
Next chapter is where it happens (Finally).

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Warning: Next chapter is a Lemon. (^_^)
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