Fruit of the Loom
By Phantom Bard (J. Nakamura)
5/20/2001 (rev. 5/22/2001)
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction, and is offered for non-profit entertainment only. It may not be sold, may be downloaded for personal use only, and must contain this statement. The characters and concepts from the TV series Xena: Warrior Princess, including Xena, Gabrielle, and Argo II are the property of MCA/Universal and Renaissance Pictures. No malice is intended to these characters or concepts. I would like to thank their creators for sharing them with us. This story is a "what if" tale, set directly following the ending of the 6th season episode, "When Fates Collide".
The story contains violence, mental anguish, and a relationship based on the subtext present in the TV series. If any of these topics are disturbing, illegal, or undesirable, to the potential reader, then I would recommend reading something else.
Gabrielle found herself walking through the mist on a forest road. It could have been anywhere within a hundred miles of Rome. It could have been many places in Greece or Gaul as well. The forest was just plain nondescript, and it felt primeval and still, as if hushed by the drifting fog. Scant moments before everything inside her and had been seething in turmoil. Outside her Caesar's world had been running headlong towards its horrifying climax. In spite of having just set the Loom of Fate afire in hope of saving the destiny she shared with Xena, not to mention the warrior's life, she moved with only her normal warrior's alertness. The forest seemed too calm. Behind her the sound of muffled hoof beats growing closer broke the stillness. She turned to look back down the road, and there she saw Xena riding up on Argo II. It could almost have been any normal day in the last several years. Xena seemed composed as she looked down from the warhorse, hardly affected by having been nailed to a cross in the driving rain just moments before. She evinced only her normal level of wariness in the unfamiliar terrain. For a moment they regarded each other in silence.
"Hey," Xena said, her greeting minimal even for one who seldom wasted words.
"Hi," Gabrielle replied. For the Bard it was almost the equivalent of being struck dumb.
"You've brought the world back to us." Xena stated.
"I'm glad. I like this one better." Gabrielle replied calmly, before she accepted the warrior's hand and mounting behind her on the mare.
Their small talk about Gabrielle's fame in the hell world Caesar had created was their only commentary on the horrors they had narrowly escaped. They rode out of the fog shrouded forest into a grassy field, and for all the turmoil they'd just survived their outward calm seemed a mixture of shock and denial, or the evidence of a profound change in the world itself.
They crossed the field and passed through the boundary of trees on its far side. Eventually they found another road, this one in the open, and they followed it for several miles. In the distance a telltale column of smoke was rising, and they passed an outlying farmhouse. As if on automatic Xena guided Argo II down the road towards a village she sensed would appear over the next rise. The road sloped up gently, not taxing the warhorse in the least, even though she bore two riders. They passed another farmhouse but saw no one. No smoke rose from the chimney. No field hands worked the fields. Like the forest, it was possessed of an unnatural stillness, and even Argo II's hoof beats seemed muffled in the heavy air.
Finally they crested the rise in the road and before them a valley spread out, the expected village near its center. It was just a few buildings and shops surrounded by homes, increasingly closer together along the single road. Completely unremarkable. The wisp of smoke they'd seen came from the chimney of a building that was almost certainly the tavern. They finally saw a few people in the street, farmers…local people, and poor people at that.
"Stop for a meal?" Xena asked Gabrielle who had been silent for the entire ride.
The "Town Alehouse" was as original and distinguished as its name. The nondescript wood building was probably composed of only a common room and a kitchen. Xena and Gabrielle dismounted, tied Argo II to the hitching rail in front, and walked to the door with a complete lack of enthusiasm. When they entered they saw the room was almost empty. With just a look passing between them, Gabrielle moved to claim a table while Xena walked to the bar to order their meal. The few other occupants gave them a glance and then returned to their food and drink. Their disinterest in the more finely dressed travelers, especially the armed warrior, wasn't unnoticed when Xena did her customary scan of the room. She saw Gabrielle sitting at a table with a good view of the doors, staring at her hands.
The barkeep was a grizzled one-eyed man who took her order for two bowls of goat stew with bread and ale, having greeted her by name as if her presence was an everyday occurrence. He called the orders to someone in the kitchen, then returned to placing mugs under the bar.
Xena walked to the table to rejoin Gabrielle.
"Does anything seem strange to you?" Xena asked her companion, as she seated herself in the chair facing the front door. Gabrielle had taken the seat where she could watch the kitchen.
"Everything feels muted, dull, almost as if inspiration has died. It's like the world is under a spell of Lachrymose. I feel it, don't you Xena?" It was the most she'd said since their return.
"Yeah," Xena agreed, "I don't like this."
Gabrielle just nodded.
"Gabrielle, something's happened. The loom of fate is destroyed. No fate…no dreams or hopes either. These people are just living, nothing more."
"Can't have everything I guess."
"Gabrielle!" Xena stared at her, shocked at her complacency.
"You know, I don't even really feel hungry. Writing is out of the question. I just feel tired."
The server walked to their table from the kitchen. He left their food on the table without a word and walked away. Usually people at least gave them a surreptitious once over, often with a comment or question, or at least a grunt of acknowledgment. Xena stared at his back as he walked off. She wasn't always comfortable with town's peoples' attentions, but this gave her the creeps. She took a quick glance at the other patrons. They were feeding like cattle. There were no jests, no sense of camaraderie, almost no conversation.
Gabrielle stared at her food for a moment, then methodically began spooning the stew into her mouth. Her expression didn't change. Xena watched her, then started eating. The stew reminded her of wheat paste, the ale reminiscent of dishwater. There was no enjoyment in the meal; it was sustenance, nothing more.
This is all wrong, the warrior thought, we escaped Caesar's madness. We undid the twisted fate he created when he chained the Fates and manipulated our destinies. How can this be happening? The Fates and their loom were a nuisance. I've fought all my life, making my own choices and going against what fate decreed, bending events to my will. I've fought men, Gods, angels, and my own darkness. I will not let this world beat me, she vowed. Watching how listlessly Gabrielle ate was heartbreaking. She used to enjoy even the basic tavern fare after a hard day, Xena thought, looking across the table. I owe Gabrielle everything.
They finished the tasteless meal in silence.
Two nights later they were camped near a river in the woods, just off the road they had traveled since their reunion. The people they had met were listless, the towns they passed through quiet. Even the market they'd seen the day before was strangely subdued. Buyers and sellers bargained minimally in hushed tones as though their hearts weren't really in it. A merchant had offered them dried meat, eight strips for two dinars, a fair price Xena realized, and Gabrielle had handed him the coins without a word. Tonight as usual Gabrielle had cooked while Xena had tended her horse. The fried fish had seemed as tasteless as the tavern's stew. Xena realized Gabrielle hadn't bothered using any seasonings, no herbs, not even any salt. She'd finished her meal, washed the frying pan, and curled up in her blankets.
Xena watched her sleep as she sharpened her sword. For the last two days a growing sense of anger had been building inside her, her increasing rage directed at the world in general, and their current situation in it. As a warrior she could make plans, conduct a campaign, or capture an objective, but now there was no enemy to assault, no opposition to overcome. How could she change the world this time? Sharpening a sword suddenly seemed like a waste of time. The sound of the stone on steel stopped as she lost herself in thought and memory.
Once years ago I prayed, Xena remembered clearly, I begged any God who would listen not to let the light go out in her. I begged that her spirit be preserved untouched by darkness, and I begged for it with all my heart. I can't begin to count the times I've said that prayer since, but in spite of everything she became a warrior. In spite of everything she embraced the Way of Friendship, even when she knew it was the friendship of a warrior that she embraced. Since she became an archangel she's been more warrior than bard; but even when she had to kill it tormented her. Now she's lost the passion, the spirit of hope seems to have deserted her, and her light is dimming with every day that goes by. I realized everything that had happened in our old life had happened just as it was meant to, and I accepted that at last. Even the bitterest parts. But I would die on the cross at Caesar's hand before I will accept that her light will be lost because she burned the Fates' loom to save me. Now there is no fate, no hope…no destiny. The enormity of that realization came home. How will we find each other in future lives now? The one assurance Xena had always had was in doubt; that they were meant to be together through eternity. She was the greatest warrior of her time, one of the greatest who had ever lived, but she was human and she could feel doubt. Silently, so as not to wake her beloved Gabrielle, she put her face in her hands and cried.
The next day they continued riding, heading back to Greece, back to the lands they knew best. Xena was morose and Gabrielle was silent, both lost in their thoughts. Argo II plodded along with the spirit of a draft horse. The day was overcast, the air oppressive.
Suddenly Xena's senses tingled, her warrior instincts drawn to life by the presence of enemies ahead. She nudged Gabrielle behind her.
"Get ready, Gabrielle, I hear six on the road ahead and two in the trees to our right," she whispered over her shoulder.
For the first time in days Gabrielle seemed to shake off her lethargy. She dropped from the saddle and drew her sais, facing the woods from the side of the road. Thirty feet ahead, six men on foot appeared from the brambles alongside the road, swords drawn. They advanced silently without joking, gloating, or threatening. It was all business. They would rob these two women, kill them if they had to, leave them if they didn't.
Xena drew her sword. She charged them on Argo II, knowing she could take the six of them down before they could close on Gabrielle, and she was confident the Bard could handle the other two bandits. It took only seconds; in her first pass she felled two on her right with her sword, then she wheeled her mount and charged them again. She sliced one on her right and caught one on her left with a kick to the head. Both went down. A quick glance ahead showed her Gabrielle had disarmed one bandit, catching his sword in the prongs of her sais, and wrenching the blade from his hand. She hurled it into the belly of the second man, then she smashed the first in the face with a kick.
Xena leapt from the saddle, her senses tingling again. She took a quick glance around but she saw nothing. The two remaining bandits she faced wouldn't last half-a-minute against her. She could tell by the way they handled their weapons they were nowhere near her class. Sure enough, the first charged at her with his sword held high. She gutted him leaping forward to close the distance before he could strike. She spun around him, using his body as a shield when his accomplice slashed at her, then she kicked him off her blade. She ducked the second man's return slash and before he could recover she had sliced him across the neck. As the blood spurted from his neck wound she heard the twang of a bowstring and the passage of the arrow. It came from the woods to the right, a good fifty feet away.
Instinctively she ducked, but she snapped her eyes towards the woods as she did. The archer was standing just beyond the tree line, the arrow was a blur crossing the field. Xena reached for her chakram but she knew she'd be too late. A split-second before the flying ring decapitated the archer the arrow found its mark, slamming home and pitching Gabrielle off her feet. Xena caught the returning chakram as she ran towards the fallen Bard. Only twenty feet separated them but the distance seemed like miles. Gabrielle was trying to sit up, staring at the arrow in her chest, her blood pumping from the wound. Before she'd covered half the distance Xena knew it was fatal. Nothing short of a God's intervention would save her soul mate. In three strides she was by her side, and she dropped her weapons, reaching down to lift her beloved's head onto her lap.
"Oh Gabrielle, no, Gods, no." Xena cried out, looking into her eyes.
"Xena," Gabrielle whispered, "I feel cold."
"I'm here, Gabrielle, I'll take care of you, you'll be ok," Xena said, denying the death she knew would come in moments, clutching her and rocking back and forth.
"Xena, I can see it now," she said with the clarity of the dying, "listen to me."
"No, Xena. Everything that has happened was meant to be, even this. We were meant to change the word, just not the way we wanted to."
"What do you mean? This world is another kind of hell!" Xena screamed through her tears. "It's almost as bad as what Caesar created."
"Xena, this is the world that's meant to be. A world where people will make their own destiny, without the intervention of the Gods. Choice…not fate. It will take a long time, but someday it will be right."
"I can’t believe that." Xena sobbed.
"I know it's hard. It will be so different. But I know destroying the loom was what was meant to be."
"Gabrielle, without destiny and fate I'm afraid. Afraid my soul will never find yours again. I couldn't live again without you. I'd be empty without your love."
"Xena, I love you. Our souls will find each other whether there's fate or not. You said our love transcends even the Greater Good." Her voice was weaker now, and when she coughed she brought up blood, "I'll find you. I'll find you again and again."
"I will always love you Gabrielle." Xena whispered in her ear.
But she was gone.
In a clearing off the road the sparks leapt into the night sky, launched from the crackling wood of the pyre. Xena tried to sing her funeral song, but her voice cracked every time she started, and finally she fell silent, tears streaming down her face. She'd never felt so alone. Big strong warrior, she thought derisively, killer of Gods. I defeated the Goddesses Callisto and Valesca, brought down the emperors of Rome. My daughter brought the Twilight and the Message of Love, but I couldn't even save the love of my life. She crumpled to the ground, finally rolling onto her back to watch the sparks that escorted Gabrielle's spirit to the heavens.
We were meant to change the world, she had said. One day there will be a world where men make their own destiny, without the intervention of Gods. Destroying the loom was meant to be. On some level Xena could see a twisted logic to it. It will take a long time, she had said. What a horrible world it will be, Xena thought, a world I would be sickened to live in. But there was something that she knew would draw her spirit to that world again and again, no matter how hellish it became. One goal to balance the pain. Our souls will find each other whether there's fate or not, she'd said, I'll find you again and again.
"I will hold you to that promise, Gabrielle." Xena whispered to the sparks shooting up into the dark above, "I will always love you."
The End and The Beginning