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title: Further
fandom:Hobbfic; Farseer Trilogy. Set during Assassin's Quest.
summary: In the mountain kingdom the Fool muses on what is lost; all.
wordcount: 741
prompt: For

shutupanddoeet. Prompts used are:
Set 17: snow, escape, reunion, barrier, reflect
Set 1: illusion, filter, light, taken, mistakenly
Set 2: grasp, sleepy, torn, fight, key, gravity, force
Set 6: sleep, whisper, swordplay, royalty, destiny, stars
Set 9: time, contain, scatter, collapsing, pray
notes: originally posted in 2006 here.

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'For a year, I have believed you dead, Fitz. For a whole year.'

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Written for

shutupanddoeet's poetry prompts way back in 2006. And I promptly (ha!) forgot they existed, so I'm posting them where I can find them.

The Tawny Man Trilogy, Gen, Post "Fool's Fate", The Fool, #17; The face of all the world is changed, I think - Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 300 Words.

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The Tawny Man Trilogy, set during "The Golden Fool", Fitz/The Fool, #13 I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so - John Donne. 209 Words.

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So it's clumsy and not exactly what I intended, but it got the characters out of my head and helped the story diffuse out too, which is like writing therapy. Henry and Clare are from the book The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. Spoilers for the ending of the book. 427 words.

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Xena: Warrior Princess, (mostly) gen, Gabrielle & Xena, #15 My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! - Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 290 Words.

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Xena: Warrior Princess, Xena/Gabrielle, set whenever; no specific spoilers, #10 Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes? Art thou ashamed to kiss? then wink again, - William Shakespeare. 235 Words.

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Xena: Warrior Princess, Gabrielle/Perdicus, Xena, Callisto. Spoilers for Return Of Callisto (Season 2, Episode 5). #18 Because the point A., is the centre Of the circular B. C. D., And because the point B., is the centre Of the circular A. C. E., A. C. to A. B. and B. C. to B. A. Harmoniously equal for ever must stay; - Samuel Taylor Coleridge. 384 Words.

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Too long to fit into the

shutupanddoeet coments so I'll just link to it from here!

Kasabian Empire!Video!AU. Oh the angst. But hey if you've seen it, you know how it ends anyway! Beware of switching perspectives. 1,058 Words. And the prompts I used were:

Set 5: destruction, speed, gambling, map, antidote, energy, revenge
Set 19: armor, death, devotion, fish, soft, resist, enemy
Set 20: bloodlust, desert, dread, remedy, element
Set 23: protect, focus, track, concentration, silence

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.Wasted Away.

Battle involved a lot of waiting around; they didn't tell you that. Tom was finding it out the hard way, and that way was living it. Though at least he could still say he was living, which was more than a few of his comrades could. Well, more than just a few. They wouldn't be saying anything ever again.

Death and destruction hadn't changed him, he liked to believe. He felt a little numb inside, but he was also bored, paranoid; watching, waiting. Always staring at people suspiciously. Looking at what they were doing, waiting to see what they might do. It wasn't really that he was changed, he was simply adjusting to his environment. It wasn't a permanent realignment.

No, if you wanted to talk about a change in personality at high speed, then you only had to look at Serge. He just wasn't the same man Tom had once known. He'd always liked his alcohol, but now he seemed to be drowning in it. Everytime Tom turned to peek at him (far more often that at any other man in rank), his hand was curled around the neck of a bottle and his lips weren't far from his antidote.

Other than it being readily available, Tom couldn't fathom Serge's problem. There was a war going on, and people were dying. The battlefield was like a desert most of the time, that was true, but you could feel the tension in the air. The energy, the bloodlust just waiting to be unleashed. Tom developed a habit of fidgeting often that he didn't even notice. He was constantly waiting to charge at the enemy.

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Sergio lifted the bottle to his lips but no liquid touched. Staring down blankly at it, he realised it was empty; it couldn't be empty, not another one.

He never would have guessed before that he was anything less, but he had to admit, he was soft. War was not for him. ot that he wasn't ready to fight, and fight good and hard; he just hadn't realised there was a possibly you might die until now. Seeing cold, still bodies laid out in front of you bleeding at the mouth made you a different person. Knowing you were making the other side feel the same way just to prove a point and keep your own hide safe.

War had always been dates and maps at school. This happened here and people died but ultimately the good guys won. He didn't even know who the good guys were; he hoped it was the side he was on, not just because it meant a higher chance of him surviving, but because he didn't want to think he was following the wrong cause.

It was getting to be too much to think about, and his remedy was to drink and drink until he simply couldn't put thoughts together coherently anymore. Not the best method, but it worked for him, and there was a lack of other options around him.

Tom, meanwhile, seemed to be gambling with death. It was like the more people who he saw laying there dead, the more he began to believe he was invicible or something. He stopped wearing anything resembling his bloody armour, ate his rations of fish and unidentifiable vegetables like it gave him super-human powers, and tried to lead everyone into battle when they had no sense of what the other side were planning. It was almost like he was planning his personal revenge.

He didn't even seem to see what he was doing, and though Serge spent most of his time now unable to talk, the few moments he found himself alone with Tom he couldn't make him understand. His devotion was unwavering.
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They didn't see; none of them, no-one understood. Tom knew that it would only take one big victory and then they could go home and people would stop dying. Not completely, but not at his hands, and not at the hands of the enemy. If they just had the focus and concentration that he had; if they only listened to what was going on, and tried to track what the other side were doing. He was only trying to protect them all.

Serge didn't understand; in fact Tom would have been amazed if he'd been able to reply at all, the way he was soaking up the alcohol like a human sponge. If he could string two coherent words together anymore it would be a huge achievement. There were actually a good few things he couldn't do properly anymore, as they'd both come to find out. Tom's concentration was elsewhere, and Serge's mind was floating in beer, the silence had eased itself between them like an uninvited guest until they'd simply broken apart and Serge had left Tom alone in his tent. That he had come at all had surprised Tom, when he'd actually given it thought. He himself wouldn't have thought to approach Serge though, he was too concerned with adding a new element to his plan.

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He was planning something; Serge could tell. He only looked through squinting eyes though, because it hurt to see it. A sense of dread was building in him, slowly but surely; worse than the idea of going to war, worse than the first night being on the battlefield, worse than seeing a stranger die at his feet. Tom wouldn't even respond to the most basic of human needs (and Serge knew he needed it as much as he did), and when he realised he'd lost Tom he'd become far too frightened to try. Perhaps if Tom ever stopped to think about it, he'd see it as a failing on Serge's part, but Serge knew something else had done this; he was already long gone.

Serge could only follow with a face drained of colour as Tom took wilder and crazier actions. Stripped off his jacket as though they might not recognise him as an enemy, offered himself as a hostage and pleaded peace and mercy. He'd left the drink well alone the night before, after he'd walked away from Tom, and would never have to make the decision he was dreading.

He was blown to pieces long before he would've had to resist chasing after Tom stood in front of the firing line. And ultimately losing the battle.

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sour_kitty

2006-10-22 10:26 pm UTC
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first of all let it be said ~~im crying~~ this is so beautiful and sad and totally builds on the premise of the video.

he just hadn't realised there was a possibly you might die until now

this sentence made my eyes go all o.o and then i kinda nodded because really apart from pretending to play armys and such when your little you dont realise that people die until you really think about it and see it on tv.

i love how you have them total opposites and slowly falling apart almost circling each other because their beliefs are so different yet their still in the same environment. and ok i know its in the video but the way that seems to search for more reasons to start fighting hes the last one standing at the end of it all

He was blown to pieces long before he would've had to resist chasing after Tom stood in front of the firing line. And ultimately losing the battle.

i want to sob at this line yo, it hurts omg *lip wibbles*

*memories liek woah*

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truntles

2006-10-22 10:29 pm UTC
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Okay, so I'm resisting highlighting all of it :P and will settle for just the last bit;

He was blown to pieces long before he would've had to resist chasing after Tom stood in front of the firing line. And ultimately losing the battle.

Because oh. It hurts but it's so goooooood and so.. wrapping everything up and puzzling it all together in two small sentences. Omg, I can't say enough good stuff about this, it's so omg.
And, like I said, I loved the way you described Tom and the way you had Serge see him. Omg I loved it. Loved it loved it loved it!

*feels all woe-in-a-good-way now*

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Preservation of old

shutupanddoeet comment fic and comments:

$future queen of the world. groupies welcome!: suicidegirls; fractal faces$

emothy

2006-09-18 08:35 pm UTC
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Kasabian, Serge/Tom, "7. Licor (Liquor)"

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Considering how often you all get drunk (since you turned fourteen; soaking your shoes as you nudged and spilt over one another in back alleys), Serge really has trouble holding his alcohol. Not initially, and not in front of people, but so many times he has waved a solid goodbye to all the pretty people in the room and smiled with pearly whites, only to fall against you as the door shut, sour breath and a smile into your neck. Heavier than he looks, his stubble scrapes against your skin and before you're even out of the public eye he's trying to get his fingers down your jeans and his tongue in your mouth. He tastes the same as you, and you can't work out where he ends and you begin.

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emothy

2006-09-18 08:43 pm UTC
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Kasabian, Serge/Tom, "2. Escalera (Stairs)". Continuation of Licor.

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Getting back to your hotel room is an adventure, because when Serge is drunk he's even more paranoid about the elevator than usual. Whenever he's forced to ride in one he talks constantly as though to convince himself the noise will keep it from getting stuck and trapping them all. It's easier to stumble up the stairs with him, no matter how many flights up your room is. Sometimes Serge trips, usually a few times in a row. He finds it amusing when the world jerks itself out from under his feet and lands him on his ass, and laughs when he's on his hands and knees trying to crawl up the stairs.

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emothy

2006-09-18 08:54 pm UTC
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Kasabian, Serge/Tom, "15. Piel (Skin)". Continuation of Licor and Escalera.

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There's no point at all trying to undress Serge and get him into bed like a normal person when he's drunk, because his limbs are more relaxed than a rag doll's. One of two things inevitably happens; Serge either completely passes out and never notices or cares that he's fully dressed still, or (and this one happens far more often) he wriggles his way out of his tight trousers and shirt on his own an before you know it he's rolling over and on top of you, hair getting all your face and he doesn't even notice. His grin is similar to his "I'm so drunk and everything's so funny," one, but it's slightly more predatory.

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truntles

2006-09-18 09:56 pm UTC
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EM. my eyes are like the size of teacups with the happy. O.O <--- like that yo.

*flails a lotlotlot*

okay, so i'm gonna try and be at least a little bit constructive and tell you what i like about it, so uhm yesh i LOVE that it's actually tom taking care of serge and serge being a bit out of control for once. i LOVE that you had serge be paranoid about elevators because i'm the same way but with escalators, haha! ~~i can't stand them omg, they want to eat me okay? it's the truth and you all know it.~~ i LOVE this: He tastes the same as you, and you can't work out where he ends and you begin and this laughs when he's on his hands and knees trying to crawl up the stairs (<--- mwaha so reminded me of those halfnekkid!drunk!serge pics ahem) and this His grin is similar to his "I'm so drunk and everything's so funny," one, but it's slightly more predatory. dude. duuude. so many fangirl hearts for you. basically i just LOVE that you're writing kasabian fic, eventhough it gives me a freaking complex, because ohEMgee.

*flails some more*

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emothy

2006-09-20 09:25 pm UTC
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Thanks ;)

*writes more*

Kasabian, Serge/Tom, "20. Sangre (Blood)". Continuation of Licor, Escalera and Piel.

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Serge bites when he's drunk, it's a proven fact. Whether the alcohol makes him more playful, or violent, or if it makes him forgetful of what he's doing, you don't know. When there's a sharp pain and a tingling for hours afterwards, it doesn't really matter.

Sometimes he draws blood, and laps it up with tiny licks of his tongue. He grins when you shiver and moan, and when there's a drop left on his lip you dither between wanting to reach up and wipe it off and just leaving it there and look at it forever.

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emothy

2006-09-20 09:32 pm UTC
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Kasabian, Serge/Tom, (Writer's Choice) "Hangover". Continuation of Licor, Escalera, Piel and Sangre.

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Considering how often you all get drunk, Serge has never been a hangover sufferer. As drunk as sin the night before, it's you who can't bear the morning light that streams in within a few hours after you've gotten back to the hotel. It helps to wake up and find a warm body curled in beside you though, and it's almost possible to ignroe the way Serge's long hair itches where it lays across your skin.

He wakes up perky, but is considerate of you, not making too much noise. After a trip across the room to the bathroom and back he slips back under the covers and ruffles your hair gently.

Sometimes you just get drunk to be taken care of the morning after.

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	vacivity 2006-09-20 09:36 pm UTC (link)
	New numbers! 8 11 17 22 (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	emothy 2006-09-20 09:39 pm UTC (link)
	Okay, they are: 8. Reglas (Rules) 11. Lluvia (Rain) 17. Conejo (Rabbit) 22. Música (Music) and a writer's choice :) (Reply to this) (Parent)

sour_kitty

2006-10-01 03:48 pm UTC
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oh dude i love this serge and want to keep him in mah pocket for when i go out clubbing *plateshine*

and now for the proper constructive comment thingy *cough* ~~did i mention the pretty hot serge?~~ i love the fact that with the first three it just seems so real, like i can totally imagine tom being the one to look after serge when he finally lets his hair down ;) like serge has to look after tom all day because yaknow its tom lol.

he has waved a solid goodbye to all the pretty people in the room and smiled with pearly whites, only to fall against you as the door shut, sour breath and a smile into your neck. Heavier than he looks, his stubble scrapes against your skin and before you're even out of the public eye he's trying to get his fingers down your jeans and his tongue in your mouth i love this whole part and..

He finds it amusing when the world jerks itself out from under his feet and lands him on his ass, and laughs when he's on his hands and knees trying to crawl up the stairs. <--- lol who hasnt done that rilly *plateshines summore*

dont you love how my constructive commenting is me fangirling you as usual :p but yesh. being serious i loved that you could read each other these seperately if wanted, but its the final line of the final drabble where it joins it all up full circle that makes it so perfect. thank you for writing kasabian and well done for making it so priddy muffin ;)

~~did i mention the priddy serge?~~ :D

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Written for

shutupanddoeet's Twenty-Two Senses Challenge.

Xena: Warrior Princess, Xena & Ares, no specific spoilers; 4. SUBLIMINAL ESP;; Skin receptors that detect motion outside of the body, even when the body is asleep. 319 Words.

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She wakes, and first she thinks perhaps she has startled herself out of a bad dream. It wouldn't be the first time. But there is no shortness of breath, no sweat on her brow.

Xena glances over to the sleeping roll beside her; Gabrielle is still in it and fast asleep. The second reason she would wake suddenly is also fruitless. She is almost out of explanations, until her skin begins to prickle.

Rising quietly, she takes steps away from the extinguished campfire, away from Gabrielle's ears lest she be awakened.

"I know you're here," she says teasingly to mid-air, "there's a crawling in my skin. Come on Ares."

He walks through nothingness and manifests himself. Xena relaxes visibly.

"It bothers me that you can do that." He says sulkily. It amuses her to see the God of War behave like a child, even momentarily.

"And you are here because...?" She asks, determined not to be distracted by him. Every angle he tries is to divert her from his true purpose.

"What else for?" Ares shrugs, "I'm about due to ask you again to reconsider your lifestyle and take up with me, as a Queen of War and Warriors. My queen."

"Somehow I don't see you as the begging type. Or the asking."

"One day you won't have a choice." He steps closer to her as his voice lowers. There is a darkness in his eyes that she recognises all too well.

"I'll never go back to who I once was." Xena says firmly. She folds her arms across her chest. "There's too much at stake now. Give it up Ares, and go back to where you came from."

She has barely finished speaking before he is away in flames and smoke.

"And back to whatever it is you're really up to." She finishes quietly. In the morning she and Gabrielle will be searching for signs of trouble. Nothing will get past her.

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X-Men Movieverse, Bobby(Iceman)/John (Pyro), Self-destructive use of powers, 628 Words. 8. SHAMAN PERCEIVING;; Subliminal sensory systems which locate and identify a sense of heat across great distances (among other things).

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Bobby doesn't smoke, so he has no excuse for carrying around a lighter. It's not a security issue like with John, but he hides it a lot better anyway. Sometimes when he's feeling particularly upset he puts on his cold front and grips it tight in his pocket until his fingers begin to ache.

Sometimes late at night he escapes his room and wanders down the furthest, darkest part of the school grounds and uses the lighter to start a campfire just big enough for him. Then he plays a game. Every five minutes he will inch a little closer to the flames. Every five minutes he will tempt the fire to heat him a little more, scorch his jeans or shirt, or even better, try to burn his skin. He is using this little technique to perfect the ice exterior he has so recently developed; he can turn his body to solid ice. Let John try and beat that; he's already hot-headed, he only needs the rest of his body to follow.

Bobby keeps his practice a secret, because he knows what the teachers will say. Self-destructrive behaviour, and maybe it is. Maybe it all is, this thing with John and all. Fire and ice just don't mix, and the fact that they even try to make it work is surely going to destroy them both little by little. They don't balance one another, they just clash.

He reaches out his hand to feel the dancing flames try to jump up and nip at his skin. As they dart about around his fingers he slowly turns his entire hand to ice. True enough it keeps him from harm, but if he leaves it there long enough, will he start to melt?

Every day he leaves his hand in the middle of the fire a little longer; he times it with his handy watch that works underwater and is also a compass. Every day he removes it just before he thinks it might begin to melt.

He just can't risk it.

He never waits long enough after that for the fire to burn itself out; a brush of his hand and it is frozen into spiralling icicles. By the time anyone visits this part of the gardens it'll be long melted away to leave a pile of charred sticks. Anyone who noticed it would only blame John.

When Bobby returns to his room he usually still isn't back to normal. When things go wrong in the mansion, they really go wrong. A little messing about with fire and ice won't change that. Sometimes John is awake, sometimes he's not. Sometimes Bobby goes to him and then the sex is fierce; John can feel the cold exterior but unlike others he can feel the icy heart lingering inside, bitter, and it spurs him on. Bobby can feel the heat against him everywhere, against his chest, his thighs, his mouth, and it feels like sticking his hand into the fire. John's anger is short and white-hot and extinguishes itself soon enough, but Bobby's is slow-forming and slow-releasing. Sometimes he needs to be melted a little, to let things out.

He figures John must know what he does; like he can tell when someone opens the freezer in the kitchen and he's not even in the same room. John must have a similar sort of radar that tells him when there are fires being set around the mansion. Not that anyone else but Bobby does, or so he hopes. He definitely wouldn't want any of the younger kids to start it; they don't all have a built-in fire extinguisher.

It's hard to tell though, whether that grin John sometimes wears is just his usual annoying grin, or a knowing smile.

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Xena: Warrior Princess, Xena & Palaemon, Spoilers for season 2 episode 18, "Blind Faith". 6. PSYCHIC AKHIDO;; Whole-body receptors, including hair, that identify fluidic motions of horizontal, vertical, diagonal, even if not visually perceived. 504 Words.

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Xena has heard of sumac before, and before she even asks the vendor she knows he will say it was in the dye mix that went into her eyes. Her eyes don't exactly sting to begin with, but she can feel the fuzziness starting to destroy her vision slowly.

Palaemon doesn't even notice right away; as the guards descend upon them Xena gets so caught up in the fighting she feels more than sees or even thinks. Her sword in hand she feels the weight of it and the push into flesh, the bite. She can smell the blood that spills and hear the charging footsteps at her from every angle. It isn't until the fight is over that she finds her sight has deserted her completely, and Palaemon gives voice to the thought.

"You're completely blind!"

He seems to feel more pity than amusement, and that is her first clue. He insists upon 'not taking advantage' while her sight is gone, feeling it would be no real defeat, though he saw her battle without the use of her eyes, and has since. He assures her as soon as she has restored her sight he will challenge her again, and make his name as the man who defeated and killed the Warrior Princess. She smirks every time she hears this now; she knows he has no intention of this, not anymore. If he had the heart (or lack thereof) to become a Warlord he wouldn't have cared a shred for honour or beating her when she was down. Part of him wants to make up for his mistake in selling Gabrielle to become some King's wife, she's sure. He tells himself he wants to recover Gabrielle for Xena because she won't go after the antidote for her blindness until then.

In Athens, that's where they'll find the cure, and that's more than a day's ride away. Xena refuses to think about it, instead concentrating on what really matters; finding Gabrielle before it's too late for her. Her sight is gone as far as she's concerned. It would be giving herself false hope to pretend she might snatch an antidote in time.

Fate obviously moves in a balanced circle however, Gabrielle's new friend and mentor just happening to carry the antidote. And it's a small price to pay for having his and Gabrielle's lives saved. The first thing Xena sees when the liquid is patted onto her eyes is Gabrielle's hopeful face that quickly turns into a smile when she realises Xena can see. And they both see the looks Palaemon receives from his new admirer. Mentor turned sidekick, and Gabrielle insists it's not bad work, if you can get it. She and Xena smile, and watch two good men walk away together for a new chapter in life.

Being blind didn't phase Xena, though it scared her for a while thinking she wouldn't be able to undo it. It did help her to see far more than you can with just your eyes, though.

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Further [Hobbfic: Farseer Trilogy, shutupanddoeet fic]

Various Shutupanddoeet Fic [Hobbfic, Xena, Time Traveller's Wife]

Wasted Away [Kasabian, shutupanddoeet fic]

Fic thread [Kasabian, Serge/Tom, shutupanddoeet fic]

Shutupanddoeet Ficlets [Xena, X-Men]

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