First of all, Thankyou for being patient with me. Secondly, you should note that this chapter takes place during the episode "D?J? All over Again" and has some flashbacks to "Friend in Need."

Memories are in Italics!

Thanks, and enjoy...

Harry groaned.

He couldn't believe he'd allowed his girlfriend to drag him out to "past life counseling" in the first place.

There he sat—between Cleopatra and Joan of Arc—on the couch, rolling his eyes at the ridiculousness of it all.

Annie had been acting strange lately. She'd been insisting she was this "Xena" character from a TV show she liked to watch. Harry just hoped her "phase" would be over soon.

It was then he heard a scream—


He yelled, jumping from the couch and to the door. One of the Doctors—a large man with grey hair—insisted he stop, but Harry opened the door and rushed inside, crouching down beside his girlfriend.

She was muttering something under her breath...

"I was Joxer. Oh, God, I was Joxer!"

She sobbed out. Harry frowned and turned back towards the doctor, a woman with light brown hair and a violet bandana.

"What did you do to her?"

He yelled in a hushed voice. The Doctor arched a brow.

"Sir, I don't think you have a full understanding of guided imagery."

"Guided Imagery my ass!"

The woman seemed taken aback by his tone.

"Well, I suppose I could try to help her clarify her past life's path..."

They walked back over to Annie, who was still in some sort of shock.

"I was the comic relief...they never should have introduced his character to the show in the first place!"

She bumbled. The Doctor sat on a blue cushion, and placed her hands in a meditative form.

"Now, let's all become our breaths..."

"Wait, now hold on, I'm not going on whatever past life journey—"

"It may help Annie if she has someone of comfort to accompany her on her journey."

The Doctor cut in, smugly, to which Harry closed his eyes. He heard her count down from 10. 9. 8. 7

He was always there.

Xena could feel it. She could close her eyes, and shiver as a familiar tingle ran up her spin; as a whisper in the winds brushed past her ears, promising to always protect her.

She and Ares both knew there would never be anything past a strange unserstanding between them. For every whisper could have only been the breeze, and every touch died as soon as it caressed.

They became close— closer than Xena had ever thought possible.

It had happened after Ares had paid his debt to her. The God of War had saved Gabrielle from the lava pit, and asked nothing in return. Then, a year later, he had saved Xena and Gabrielle from crucifixion, and Xena had vowed no longer to hate him, and agreed he no longer "owed her."

But it hadn't ended there. No, Ares continued to be a watchful eye, and one day, when she needed him most, he had saved her.

Ares had sacrificed his immortality to save Eve and Gabrielle, and then, Xena had kissed him—one true, heartfelt, kiss—was all it could ever be.

She left him with that, and could only hope his love would dim for her. And that her feelings for him would somehow disappear as well.

Their love, perhaps, could have been kindled, but everything had ended long before then.

Xena had been called to Jappa, and she knew she wouldn't be coming back.

She didn't say goodbye to Ares, to Aphrodite, to anyone, she had just left, Gabrielle at her side.

The bard hadn't known her intention to die. Xena couldn't tell her, or else her friend would've stopped her.

She faced an army of 20,000 samari soliders alone. Her plan was, after being killed, to kill Yodoshi through the spirit world.

She had succeeded in dying, and had driven a sword through Yodoshi's heart. It was after that that Gabrielle had tried to revive her, but Xena wouldn't allow such a thing, because the only way for the souls to find peace was for her to remain dead.

As the sun set, rays of honey and red washing over the sea, Xena simply held the bard.

She forgave Ares, in her final moments.

And that was the end of the Warrior Princess.

Harry opened his eyes with a gasp.

"What the hell..."

He murmured, looking around at the others.

"Umm, I think that's enough for a day. Let's get you guys on your way, it's free of charge."

The Doctor began, standing up, a furrow in her brow.

Harry stood, helping Annie up.

"Nobody's going anywhere."

A deep voice commanded. Harry looked over to where the Doctor, the man with grey hair—stood in the doorway.

There was something familiar about the man...Harry just couldn't put his finger on it.

"Marco, what are you doing?"

The female doctor asked, worriedly.

"I think we have some business to take care of."

The man replied.

I know who you are.


Harry said, though he was sure he'd never met the guy in his life.

The man smirked, transforming into a taller, leaner, person, who had black hair and wore all leather.

"I thought I'd let you figure it out on your own... impressive as always, my dear..."

He said suavely, circling him like a panther.

"What do you want, Ares?"

Harry asked, remembering the whole of his past. He had been Xena—The Warrior Princess.

Ares said nothing, just waved his hand, and in a moment, Harry transformed back into the body of Xena, complete with leather armor and onyx bangs.

The God before her had a serious look upon his face.


He said, dead-pan. Xena arched a brow.

"I think we both know you better than that. So what is it, Ares. You want me to help you conquer the world, you want me—"

He cut her off.

"No. Just you."

Her brow dropped. Xena shook her head.

"I don't believe you for a second..."

She almost hissed. He approached her easily,

"Then, perhaps, you will remember this..."

He said, followed by,

"You once told me there was a one in a million chance that we could be together? Well, here I am, Xena, a million years later. Still waiting for that chance."

She laughed uncomfortably.

"You can't be serious, Ares..."

"I am. I've waited a million years for you, and I'll wait a million more if I have to."

And then he kissed her, almost gently, though she could tell he was desperate to deepen his affections. She let him.

"I love you, Xena."

He said, as he drew away.

For a moment, Xena just stood there.

Her mind rushed with a thousand reasons they were bad for each other. He was the God of War, she was a Hero, but for the moment, she didn't care. She'd denied herself long enough.

She kissed him, there, in front of the reincarnations of her friends.

"You'll always be bad for me, Ares. But, maybe, just maybe, you could be good for me, too."

She looked into his eyes, amber boring into baby blue.

She smiled at him.

"I think we should start taking our chance now, Ares."

The End.

Wow! Ok, so it's over now. It's been a great ride, guys, and I'd like to take this oppertunity to thank everyone for reading this story! It's you guys who made this thing possible!!!

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Xena and Ares forever!