Eyes of A Child

Note: Because of the constantly changing "facts" in the "Hercules" show, I have pulled out those needed to fit my story. Thus, Alcmene and Jason still live in the castle they had in "Surprise." Hercules and Iolaus grew up together. Iolaus has known how to swim since he was a child. Rena is still alive (although only mentioned in passing) and Serena never was in Hercules life at all. I've probably taken liberties with medical stuff as well. However, I hope you enjoy the story I've created. I've enjoyed writing it, and writing it, and writing it, and, well you know ....

Delos was a peaceful village, nestled snuggly in the middle of two large mountain ranges. Its hardworking inhabitants were farmers, craftsmen, and merchants. Although far from being a wealthy community, the Delosian's made a fair and comfortable living.

A strong sense of family and community thrived there also. Families and neighbors watched out for one another and helped each other in times of need. Travelers were easily welcomed into their midst. It seemed to be the ideal place to call home.

Or at least it had been until it became plagued by marauders several months earlier. Every few months these raiders bullied their way through Delos, and its neighboring communities, collecting "protection" money. Though truth be told, the only ones they really needed protection from were the marauders themselves. Along with money, the raiders also appropriated anything that caught their eyes, completely terrorizing everyone. Anyone foolhardy enough to get in their way or put up protests, was dealt with swiftly and usually with some finality. In the beginning, when the raids had first started, there had been a few brave souls that had tried to stand against them; scattered gravesites attested to their valiant efforts.

King Stephen, who had always been a fair and just ruler, was well aware of the problems that plagued his northern providence. Normally these raids would have been nipped in the bud shortly after their first few occurrences; however, a civil war incited by a neighboring kingdom had greatly depleted his army. Troops that traditionally patrolled and protected different parts of the kingdom, were now busy protecting their borders. The remaining troops were spread out so thinly through the kingdom that the marauders always managed to keep one step ahead of them.

Living in constant fear, a few families from Delos had finally given up and moved on, hoping to find safety elsewhere in larger towns. The remaining villagers, unwilling to leave their familial homeland, had resigned themselves to the way things were to be.

However, to compound their existing problems, it seemed like the weather this winter was also in league against them. This had been one of the hardest in over fifty years. Mountain passes and roads had been blocked by heavy snowfall, almost cutting Delos off from the rest of the world. Much needed supplies had been delayed for days. In addition, travelers who would normally stop over in Delos, avoided the area, looking for easier routes to their destinations. The only good part was that the raiders were also unable to get to them. They knew, however, this would only be a temporary state of affairs.

In the early spring, seemingly endless snow gave way to seemingly endless rain. Due to the warmer weather, snow from mountain ranges melted and added to the swollen rivers flooding the land. By the time planting season finally arrived and the rain had ended, the damage had already been done. The yield from crops had hardly been enough to keep the village fed.

The village had struggled greatly the past few months to come up with the raiders' demands. The most recent "visit" had ended with veiled threats as to what would happen if they did not do better in the future. No amount of explanations or pleas were accepted, leaving the villagers terrified of the next encounter.

A chance visit from the Magistrate's cousin had finally shed a small ray of hope. Passing through the beleaguered village, the man had sympathetically listened. He then told of the solution his own town had taken to a similar problem.

The Magistrate wasted no time in summoning the people to an emergency meeting. The cousin told everyone how his town had sent for Hercules, son of Zeus, and his fearless comrade-in-arms, Iolaus, to help them. He told of how these two remarkable men, almost single-handedly, had driven the bandits out. By the end of the meeting, everyone eagerly agreed to send messengers to try and find these men and request their help.

It had taken more than a week to track down the two heroes, but a messenger finally returned with word that the two warriors would arrive in a few days. With great relief and anticipation, the villagers went back to some normal semblance of life.

Two men wound their way in and out of the heavily forested mountain pass. A shortcut the smaller man had heard about in the last town. It had been a pleasant, quiet trip so far. For a little over an hour, the two had walked in almost complete silence. However, this had been of growing concern to the taller man.

Hercules' comrade was never one to stay quiet for long. Normally on their journeys, Iolaus babbled on endlessly with jokes, stories, or remembrances of past events. He was even known to belt out a few outrageous songs he had learned -- happily aware that Hercules would cringe at them. At times he would even engage Hercules in a battle of words, taking the side of a topic that he did not necessarily believe, as long as it was the opposite of Hercules'. The demigod, however, knew what his friend was up to, but enjoyed their verbal sparing as much as Iolaus did. It was comfortable banter and it helped pass the time.

So when his companion remained silent for any length of time, Hercules knew something was wrong. Iolaus had always been a bundle of energy as long as Hercules had known him, except when he was sick or something was bothering him. Both scenarios worried Hercules, because it was hard at these times to pry things out of his friend. The two had no secrets from each other and Iolaus would eventually confide in him, but sometimes the wait could be unbearable, causing him endless worry.

Hercules tried for about the fourth time to engage Iolaus in conversation. All previous attempts had ended in brief, mumbled replies. He decided to try once more before he went to more drastic measures. What those drastic measures would be, however, he was not sure yet himself.

"What do you think we'll be facing at Delos?" Silence met his questioning glance. "Do you remember how many men the messenger said were in that gang?" Still nothing. "I seem to remember him saying something about there being a hundred marauders, each having two heads, and riding three-headed hydras."

Hercules stopped abruptly. He watched as his friend continued on, oblivious to everything around him. "IOLAUS!!!"

Iolaus jumped, as the deep booming voice startled him out of his inattention. No longer finding his friend walking beside him, he stopped, looked around and finally realized Hercules had halted several feet behind. "What's wrong?" he said as he trotted the short distance back to the demigod's side.

"I was hoping you would tell me. I seemed to have been carrying on a conversation all by myself. Now as interesting as that might be, I was just wondering if you might want to jump in now and then?"

A faint smile played over Iolaus' lips. "Sorry, Herc. I'm afraid I had my mind on other things."

"I noticed. Anything you want to share?"

The blond warrior hesitated for a few moments. "Herc, will you make me a promise?"

"A promise? What kind of a promise?"

Iolaus looked at him hesitantly.

Hercules arched his eyebrows. "You'd better spill it. I'm not making any promises until I hear what it is. The last time I promised you something, I almost ended up ..."

Iolaus interrupted. "Promise me that if anything happens to me, you'll continue on with what you're -- what we're -- doing."

Hercules stood there immobile, a smile frozen on his face. A sudden chill rose up his spine. As the meaning of the words suddenly sunk in, he grabbed Iolaus firmly by the shoulders. "Iolaus, what's wrong? What aren't you telling me? Are you all right? Are you sick? Are you ..."

Iolaus saw the reaction his words had caused and interrupted the hysterical tirade. "Hercules, calm down. I'm fine. I--I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry." Iolaus tried to pull away.

Hercules tightened his grip. "Oh no you don't! You don't just throw something out like that and walk away. You answer me now! Are you all right?"

Iolaus sighed. "Yeah, Herc. I'm fine."

"Is that the truth?"

"Yes!"

Hercules searched the depths of his friend's eyes. He knew Iolaus as well as he knew himself and he read the truth in the statement. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then where did that come from?" he asked softly.

Iolaus shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I was just thinking about all the battles we've been in over the past few years ..."

Hercules looked at him for a moment, then released his grip on Iolaus. He moved a few paces away, then turned and came back. He ran his fingers through his hair trying to calm down. There was almost an edge to his voice and a glare in his eyes as he found words to speak again. "Iolaus, don't you ever do that to me again!! You had me believing all sorts of things!!"

"I'm sorry."

"You should be. You took several years off my life."

Iolaus smirked. "Yeah, I could tell. You have several new crinkle lines under your eyes."

"Really?" Still flustered by fear, Hercules absently reached up towards his eyes. Seeing the mischievous look in the blue eyes staring up at him, he remembered his partner's quirky sense of humor and put his hands back down. "Very funny."

As Iolaus giggled, the two started walking again. Hercules watched his friend out of the corner of his eye for a few more paces. "Want to tell me why that came up all of a sudden?"

It took a few moments before the blond sighed and spoke. "I don't know if I can."

"Iolaus, we've never kept secrets before."

Iolaus looked quickly over at the demigod and then straight ahead again. "It's not really a secret, Herc. I ... I just don't know how to explain it. It's nothing tangible. It's just a feeling I have."

Hercules put an arm out and stopped Iolaus. "A feeling?"

"Yeah! I ..." Iolaus raised his hands in a helpless gesture.

"Iolaus, if you have concerns, I need to know about them."

"I told you, it's nothing I can put my finger on."

"That doesn't matter. You know I've always trusted your instincts. If you have a feeling something is going to happen ..." Hercules hesitated a moment, already knowing the answer he would receive, but having to ask it. "Look, Iolaus, do you ... do you want to sit this one out?"

Iolaus gave him a startled look. "NO!"

Hercules winced slightly at the raised voice, even though he was already expecting a strong reaction.

Iolaus saw the wince and immediately calmed down, smiling apologetically. "Sorry."

"No, it was my fault, but I, well, I just had to ask. I've never heard you say anything like this before."

Iolaus nodded. "Let's just forget I said anything, okay?"

With this, he turned and started walking away. Hercules sighed and moved to catch up to him. He grabbed Iolaus' arm and stopped him again.

"Look, we may do a lot of things, my friend, but forgetting about it isn't one of them." A hint of a smile formed on Hercules' face, as he looked down into Iolaus' eyes. "How about if I promise to protect you?"

Iolaus' head jerked up. This protection thing had always been a bone of contention between them over the past twenty-some years. However, after seeing a smile on Hercules' face, Iolaus began to chuckle. "Oh, gee, yeah, Herc, that should do it."

Continuing his gaze, Hercules sobered. "You know I mean it, my friend."

Iolaus looked warmly into his partner's eyes. "Yeah. I know you do. Thanks."

"One thing ..."

"What's that? Iolaus asked.

"You promise if that feeling gets stronger, or you figure out what it is, you let me know."

Iolaus smiled. "I promise, Herc. You'll be the second to know."

Hercules nodded, satisfied. Once again the walk began in silence, however, true to his nature, and now that he had voiced his concerns out loud, Iolaus' face cleared. Having been quiet much too long, the air soon rang with one of his vociferous songs.

"What have I done?" feigned Hercules, putting his fingers into his ears. With a dismayed shake of his head he added, "I couldn't leave well enough alone," although his smile belied his words. Iolaus' amused response was to belt out verse two, at an added volume.

They had been on the road for only a few more hours, when Hercules drew them to a halt at a clearing overlooking Delos. They had traveled long and fast since their last stop. Iolaus brushed away some perspiration that had beaded on his brow. Bent over slightly, hands on his knees, he took several deep breaths. Sometimes trying to keep up with the demigod's long strides was quite a challenge, especially when he really got to moving.

"Are you okay?" Hercules said a trifle concerned.

"Oh yeah, sure! ... I'll be fine, ... once my lungs ... realize we've stopped." Still bent over panting, he tilted his head up slightly toward Hercules, a wry grin forming. "Was this your punishment ... for my not talking to you earlier ... or to silence my brilliant vocal performance?"

A matching grin spread over Hercules' face as well. "Brilliant vocal performance? Ohhh, is that what that was? I thought it was some poor dying animal following us."

Straightening up, Iolaus managed to evoke a pained look. "Herc, you really know how to hurt a guy."

"That's the truth hurting you, my friend."

Suddenly a loud growl came from Iolaus' stomach.

"Ahhh!!! Now I understand why you didn't slow me down!" Hercules remarked with amusement."

An apologetic look spread over Iolaus' face. "Well, it has been a long time since breakfast and we didn't take time for lunch." Then he turned his attention back to the village below. "What do you think?"

Hercules looked over the layout of the walled village. "If we can get everyone inside the walls, maybe. There's only one road in and out. That'll help."

"Yeah. If we could stop them right at the entrance. Make sure they never even get in. The walls should offer some protection."

"Sounds like the best plan to me. Guess the rest will have to wait until we find out what kind of help we can expect."

Iolaus' stomach growled once more. Hercules smiled and threw an arm around Iolaus' shoulder. "Come on, my friend, let's get on into the village and check in with the Magistrate. Then we can get you something to eat. It's getting a little noisy around here."

Iolaus grinned. "My stomach and I would be eternally grateful."

A few miles more, just as they reached the bottom of the mountain pass, an older man came from a small path to the left. He was in his mid-sixties, a little taller than Iolaus, and had silver-gray hair, hazel eyes and a warm, caring smile. The two stopped and waited until the older man met up with them.

"Hi!" said Hercules. "Are you from Delos?"

"Sure am. I'm Cyrus, the village healer."

Hercules reached out his hand in greeting. "It's good to meet you, Cyrus. I'm Hercules and this is my friend Iolaus."

"At last!" Cyrus said with a bright smile. He reached over and pumped their hands. "I'm glad to meet you both. We can't thank you enough for coming to help us."

"We'll be glad to do what we can," smiled Hercules.

As Iolaus shook hands, he looked rather seriously at the healer. "Yes, we're very happy to help. Can you tell us a little about the situation?" He suddenly sent a quick side-glance over at the demigod and continued: "I've heard there are over 100 marauders, and they each have two ..." but before he could finish, an arm encircled his shoulder with a hand clamping over his mouth.

Looking over at Cyrus, Hercules laughingly stated, "Just ignore him, he tends to babble at times. It'll pass soon enough." Then looking back to his friend, the demigod released Iolaus from his grip. "How do you do that?"

Hercules received a wide-eyed, innocent look. "I don't know what you mean, Herc."

"Yeah, I'm sure you don't," Hercules mumbled, seeing a slight smirk on his friend's face.

Cyrus' first reaction was one of mild surprise at the strange conversation between these two heroes. He began wondering if maybe the village had made a mistake. Could all the stories about these two have been greatly exaggerated or completely wrong? But he put the thoughts aside and filled them in on what had been taking place in Delos.

Finally Iolaus spoke up. "About twenty-five men, huh? That doesn't sound too tough. What that's, fifteen for you, Herc, and ten for me."

Hercules smiled. "Hmmm, sounds about right."

Cyrus looked from one to the other. Were they serious? Actually the problem seemed to be that they didn't sound like they were taking any of this seriously enough. He was beginning to have grave doubts.

The healer had also been baffled a bit when he had first seen Iolaus. Many of the stories and songs about Hercules' exploits had included verses on the bravery and courage of Iolaus as well. Now, as Cyrus looked him over, he wondered if they really could be true. Hercules was certainly imposing enough with his height and brawn; there was no doubt of his capabilities. Taking side glances at the small blond warrior, the healer saw the well-muscled arms, the grace of movement, and could almost feel a tangible energy emanating from him. And yet, as many people often had, he focused in on only the small part. However, he would soon learn why no one ever made that mistake twice.

As they came around a bend in the road, about a half-dozen scraggly looking men jumped out from behind bushes and trees lining the path. The three men came to a sudden halt. For a moment there was no sound, no movement, while the two groups stood sizing each other up.

Hercules and Iolaus realized these men were not a part of the marauding group. Probably just a scruffy group of bandits roaming the countryside, looking to make some easy dinars off weary travelers. Unfortunately, they had chosen the wrong victims this day.

Cyrus looked over at his two companions and found a mixture of amusement and exasperation on their faces.

The leader of the bandits finally broke the silence. "Well, well, looky what we have here, men."

Just at that point, Iolaus' stomach decided to make itself evident again. He looked over at Hercules questioningly and received a shrug and a "help yourself" gesture. He tossed his sword and sheath to Hercules and turned back towards the bandits. There was a look in his eyes that Hercules knew well. He almost felt sorry for these poor fools.

Hercules took Cyrus by the arm and leisurely moved him off the path and leaned up against a tree, to calmly watch the coming fracas.

Iolaus slowly moved a step or two forward as he spoke. "All right, guys, I'm tired and I'm hungry, and we're kinda in a hurry here, you know. So let's cut to the chase. Okay? I believe the usual speech is 'give us all your money and no one gets hurt.' We say we don't have any. You tell us we're lying. We start fighting." He paused, smiling sweetly. "Does that about cover it?"

The little speech caught the bandits off guard. Iolaus looked back at Hercules for confirmation. Hercules gave a quick nod in agreement. Iolaus turned to the bandits again, who were still standing with open mouths; so they were even more unprepared for the startling battle cry and the blond warrior hurtling in their direction. Iolaus quickly took out the leader with a swift kick to his chest. As luck would have it, his fall took out another man, when the two collided.

Cyrus became completely flustered, looking between the burst of purple and gold energy in the midst of battle and Hercules who was standing so nonchalantly observing it all. Especially as at this point, since two men held Iolaus securely between them, with a third advancing threateningly with a knife in front of him, and yet a fourth coming from behind. Cyrus turned to Hercules, not believing his indifference to his friend's predicament. "Aren't you going to help him?" he cried out.

"Nah! He'd only get upset."

"But, ... but ..." Cyrus sputtered.

To appease the man, Hercules shouted, "Need any help, Iolaus?"

"Thanks, Herc, but I got it under control," he said watching the man advancing on him.

Hercules turned toward the healer. "He's got it under control."

Cyrus turned troubled eyes back to Iolaus, just in time to see the blond suddenly kick off the ground. Using the leverage of the two holding him, he did a flip up and over, taking out the man advancing in front of him with the knife, somersaulting over to strike the man advancing on him from behind. After landing, he quickly pulled his wrists free and backhanded the two that had been holding him. In only a few seconds, all four ended up in a cluster at his feet.

Cyrus gaped, opened mouthed, as two of the bandits half-heartedly struggled back up to continue the fight. If that's what you could call it. As he watched closer, Cyrus somehow got the impression that Iolaus seemed to be holding back a little, almost toying with them. He never seemed to be really struggling to keep up. His motions were smooth and graceful as a dancers. It was also very obvious that Iolaus seemed to be enjoying himself tremendously. His face was almost gleeful.

Iolaus had just taken care of the final man and turned to grin at Hercules, when the leader of the group shakily rose and started to move in behind him with a sword. Before Cyrus could offer a word of warning, he caught what he later realized was a wordless signal passing between the two warriors. He watched, astonished, as Iolaus whirled on the man at just the precise moment. Ducking down to miss the sword, Iolaus kicked the legs out from under him and the man stumbled, tripping over one of his own men.

"Thanks, guys. It was nice talking to you," Iolaus said as he brushed off his clothes and stepped over the legs of the prone figures. He returned to the smiling demigod and the astounded healer.

Iolaus looked up at Hercules expectantly. Hercules tossed Iolaus his sword and shrugged. As if critiquing the fight, he wobbled his hand in a so-so gesture. "Not bad." But his expression told a different story.

Silently, the trio once again proceeded on their way. Cyrus kept taking sporadic looks back at the groaning pile of men, alternated with amazed glances at the small blond warrior next to him.

Hercules smiled to himself. He had seen the earlier questioning glances at Iolaus by the healer. He was pretty sure he knew what those glances meant, just as he was sure Iolaus had. When the bandits had appeared, it seemed the opportune time to let Iolaus demonstrate his skills. Albeit Hercules was not quite as calm as his outward appearance had made him appear, especially after the earlier conversation out on the road. However, Cyrus needed to see what Iolaus was capable of, and Iolaus needed to show him.

At last Cyrus' mind let him accept what his eyes had just beheld. He smiled broadly. There were no more doubts or concerns. This small blond whirlwind had been amazing all by himself. At the side of the demigod, they would be impossible to stop. Iolaus' words drifted back to him. About twenty-five men, huh? That doesn't sound too tough. He now truly believed that statement and finally relaxed and enjoyed the rest of the journey back to the village.

As they entered Delos, Hercules asked Cyrus where he could find the Magistrate, so they could alert him of their arrival.

"I'd be happy to take you to Nathan. He'll be relieved to know you're here. His place is just down the street."

As they walked along, Cyrus got the impression of both men sizing up everything around them. Nothing seemed to escape their glance. His estimation of both men had grown by leaps and bounds as they had walked together. "This is it," he said, as they came to a halt before a small store. "This is Nathan's place."

Just as they were getting ready to enter, there was another loud grumble from Iolaus' stomach.

Iolaus grinned sheepishly. "Sorry!"

Hercules and Cyrus both laughed.

"Look, Iolaus, it doesn't take both of us to check in with the Magistrate. Why don't you go on down to the marketplace and find something to help temporarily fill that empty void, until I finish up. Then we'll get some real dinner."

"Great! One of your better ideas, Herc."

Hercules clapped Iolaus on the back and fondly watched him as he started off. He turned back to Cyrus. "Shall we?"

Hercules and Cyrus went on into the store and spoke quietly together while Nathan finished with a customer. Once the man left, Nathan came over to greet them.

"Nathan, I was just returning from hunting for herbs and ran into this young man and his friend. May I present Hercules!"

Nathan's eyes lit up. "Hercules! You made it. Thank the gods." He reached out and pumped Hercules' arm. Nathan was about the same age as Cyrus. Slightly taller, with a slender build, brown hair, just starting to gray, and wise brown eyes showing back from an angular face. A small scar was visible running down his left cheek, a souvenir from an earlier altercation with the marauders.

"Yes, we made good time."

"You can't imagine how delighted we are to have you here. We didn't know what else to do. This has been an extremely bad year. Crops were poor. Trade has been slow and dinars are scarce. We're just barely making it. There's nothing left to give those marauders."

"Well, hopefully we'll be able to give them something they aren't expecting this time."

"Good, good! I've made arrangements for you and your friend to stay at the local inn, but I'd like you both to share meals with my family."

"Thank you. That's very kind of you. We'd be happy to accept."

"Cyrus, how about joining us this evening?"

"Thanks, Nathan. I'd like that."

"Good, good!" said the Magistrate again. "Let's go down to the inn and get you and your friend checked in, so you can rest before dinner if you'd like." Nathan looked around. "Where is your friend?"

"He went on down to the marketplace. I told him we'd meet him there."

"Fine. Well, let me just close up here for awhile and we'll pick him up on the way."

Hercules, Cyrus, and Nathan were just coming out of the store when they heard a big commotion down near the marketplace. They unconsciously picked up their pace. At the far end of the street they could see a crowd had formed and could hear a lot of yelling and screaming. The people were so closely packed that the three men could not see what was happening on the other side of this human wall.

About half-way there, one of the village elders came running excitedly towards them. "Nathan!! Nathan!!"

"What is it, Eris? What's going on?" asked the concerned Magistrate.

"They caught a man down there. Someone said he was a spy for the marauders. The people've gone crazy. They're after blood. You better come quick."

All four men took off in a dead run. The crowd's roar was almost deafening now. When Hercules neared them, he was able to see over the tops of some heads and caught a flash of blond curls. He heard a familiar voice painfully cry out, "No, wait! ... I told you ... you've got the wrong ..." and then several thuds, followed by a groan, as the blond head disappeared.

Hercules roughly broke through the crowd, shoving people aside, and froze for a second as he saw what his heart had already told him. Iolaus was the target of their attack. Iolaus' arms, chest, and head were bruised and bleeding from various wounds already inflicted. Several various-sized rocks lay on the ground around him.

Hercules saw another large rock flying through the air straight toward Iolaus, who was already on his knees, dazed and gasping for breath. The demigod moved swiftly to catch the projectile, as a deafening yell of "NOOOOooooo!!!" tore from his lips. But he was not in time and the rock hit the hunter on the right side of his head. Hercules saw a bright crimson stream erupt immediately from the jagged wound and watched Iolaus pitch forward like dead weight.

A couple more rocks came sailing through the air, but Hercules, now positioned in front of his friend's body, caught them in his hands and crushed them to powder. This amazing feat instantly stilled the crazed crowd. Hercules swiftly turned and knelt down by Iolaus.

Cyrus and Nathan had followed Hercules through the opening. Both were startled at what they saw. The healer quickly moved to Iolaus' side, while Nathan faced the angry mob.

"What in the world possessed you to do this?" Nathan yelled.

"We were told he was a spy for the marauders," said a man out in front.

"And so you just decided to take this matter into your own hands? What's wrong with you people?"

"We didn't mean to," a second man volunteered. "Someone started yelling to stone him. I guess things just got out of hand."

"I'd say so!" Nathan replied angrily.

"Who said he was a spy?" demanded Hercules, who had risen and joined Nathan. His hands were clenched in tight fists.

The crowd looked around and suddenly spotted the young man who had started the accusations.

"Over there."

"That's him."

"He's the one."

Came the cries from the crowd.

Hercules turned and started toward him. However, before his eyes, the young man dressed in peasant garb, suddenly shimmered, changing his appearance and before them stood a thin, dark haired young man in black leather.

"STRIFE!" came Hercules' furious cry.

Before Hercules could move, Strife mockingly bowed towards him, swiftly disappearing, with only his cruel laughter echoing behind.

The stunned crowd, having seen the transformation, turned back to Hercules and their Magistrate with dawning guilt registering on their faces.

Cyrus' voice penetrated Hercules' anger and the demigod swiftly moved back to Iolaus' side. "Come, we need to take him to my place immediately. He needs attention and be careful, he has a couple of cracked ribs."

Hercules gently lifted the small blond warrior.

Still angered by the villagers' actions, Nathan continued, "Did you even stop to realize what that band of cutthroats would do if they found out you had injured or killed one of their men?"

A bolder man yelled back: "Hercules will be here soon."

Another added: "Yeah! He and his friend will save us."

Hercules stopped, Iolaus' body held protectively in his arms. "I'M HERCULES, and THIS IS MY FRIEND!"

Suddenly there was utter silence on the street. No one moved a muscle as the demigod scanned the crowd before him. Almost as one they took a step or two back at what they read on his face. Barely controlled rage was evident as his voice boomed out. "THIS MAN AND I HAVE KNOWN EACH OTHER SINCE CHILDHOOD. WE'VE FOUGHT TOGETHER, SIDE BY SIDE ALL OF OUR LIVES. HE'S MY FAMILY. MY BROTHER. DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?" Carefully he held out the bloody body of his friend in front of him as he spoke. "WE CAME TO HELP. TO SAVE YOUR LIVES AND HOMES FROM THOSE WHO WOULD USE FORCE TO GET WHAT THEY WANTED. IS THIS WHAT WE CAME TO SAVE YOUR VILLAGE FOR?!! SO JUST STRIKE OUT AT ANYONE ACCUSED OF A CRIME!! NO CHANCE TO EXPLAIN!! NO HEARING!! NO TRIAL!! JUST INSTANT MOB JUSTICE!!"

As he took a deep breath, Cyrus touched his arm. "Come, Hercules. Iolaus needs us now."

Hercules was almost shaking with rage as he pulled Iolaus' body back close to his chest. He nodded to Cyrus. The crowd parted wordlessly and watched as the two men headed down the street.

Cyrus swiftly led the way to his dwelling; a small house in the middle of the village. As he entered, Hercules followed him through the living area into another room. In the middle of that room was a long, narrow table. Cyrus motioned Hercules to place Iolaus on it.

Hercules quickly glanced around. It reminded him of a well-stocked, miniature hospital. Everything was clean and well ordered. Multitudes of crockery, jars, and bottles containing powders, liquids and herbs, a rainbow of colors, lined the many shelves. Another wall with cabinets, contained all types of instruments, blankets, cloths and bandaging materials. A long counter area used as work space held basins and pitchers.

"Hercules, remove his clothing and that medallion. And mind the ribs."

Hercules carefully removed the vest, tossing it to a nearby chair. He placed the medallion in the pouch on his belt for safekeeping. Then he pulled Iolaus' boots off and undid his belt. As he removed the pants he saw only a few angry welts on Iolaus' thighs and legs.

Cyrus grabbed a thick blanket and tossed it to Hercules to keep Iolaus warm. The healer then brought over water and some clean cloths and instructed Hercules to start cleaning the excess blood from Iolaus' already swelling and purpling head wounds. There were two deep gashes that were bleeding profusely. Cyrus knew he needed to take care of them immediately. The other wounds were not as serious and could be dealt with later.

Nathan entered soon after and lent his hand in getting things that Cyrus needed, while Hercules assisted the healer work over and stitch the wounds. After they bandaged Iolaus' head, Cyrus moved down to examine the cracked ribs. With Hercules' and Nathan's help, bandages were wound around Iolaus' midsection.

Cyrus checked Iolaus' arms and legs for broken bones, and was relieved to see there were none. Hercules cleaned the cuts on Iolaus' arms and chest and Cyrus followed, placing a healing salve over them before bandaging them also. Although Iolaus' legs and thighs had been bruised, his leather pants had offered protection from being cut.

As they finished, Cyrus instructed Hercules to carry Iolaus into a spare bedroom, which was sparsely furnished with two beds, a table and a chair.

Hercules carefully placed Iolaus on one of the beds and sat down next to him. While Cyrus went to get some extra blankets, Hercules had a couple of moments to finally breathe. So much had happened so fast. Tears slowly started to trickle down his face. Iolaus was so pale and so still. Hercules reached up a shaky hand to check Iolaus' pulse on his neck. It was weak, but the precious beat was there. He breathed a small sigh of relief. Leaning back in the chair, the demigod took in the whole appearance, noticing that his friend had almost begun to take on the appearance of a mummy, swathed in so many bandages. If it hadn't been so serious, it might have been funny.

Hercules turned as he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder. Through partially blurred eyes, he saw Cyrus holding blankets. He quickly wiped away the tears and rose to help Cyrus cover Iolaus and tuck him in warmly.

His eyes never leaving the hunter's face, Hercules finally ventured the question he most feared. "Is he, ... is he going to be okay?"

Cyrus hesitated a moment.

"Please, the truth!" implored the demigod.

Nathan came and stood in the doorway.

Cyrus sighed audibly. "The truth is, Hercules, I don't know. His pulse is weak and thready." He paused. "All I can tell you is the bruises and cuts will heal without any problem. The ribs, as long as he's kept still, will also heal completely."

Cyrus saw a look of relief come over Hercules' face. "But, I'm not going to lie to you, son. The head wounds are quite serious. And, if he does survive, and I must emphasize 'if,' I'm afraid he could face some serious problems."

"Problems? What ... what kind of problems?" Hercules' face paled.

There was hesitation from the healer.

"Cyrus, please!"

"He could lose his eyesight, his hearing, his memory, or he could be ..." His voice trailed off.

Hercules flinched as each possibility was revealed. Cyrus paused and reached his arm out to pat Hercules' shoulder. "Look, there's no use speculating right now. We'll just have to wait and see."

"How long?"

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you that either. The swelling will have to go down some."

Hercules dropped into the chair again, a defeated look on his face.

Cyrus softly added, "Let's take one step at a time, okay?"

"Yeah, ... yeah, one step at a time," Hercules said quietly.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Hercules?" offered Nathan. When the demigod failed to reply, Nathan spoke again. "Hercules?"

Hercules slowly turned towards the voice. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No. No nothing," came the disheartened answer.

As Nathan turned to leave, Hercules turned. "No, wait. We were supposed to head to Corinth to see my family, after we left here. Could you please send a message to my brother, King Iphicles. Let him know it could be awhile before I ..." he paused, "before 'WE' get there."

"It'll be taken care of at once." He hesitated a second. "Hercules, you must know how sorry I am about what happened. I didn't think anything like that would ever happen here. The people normally aren't like this. It's just that ...." Nathan realized he was babbling. "If there was any way that ..."

"Thank you." Hercules interrupted and turned back towards Iolaus.

Suddenly a loud knock echoed throughout the house. Startled, Cyrus and Nathan hurried to the door and saw a large group of people had gathered.

"What is it?" Nathan asked, as the two men stepped out. "What do you want?"

One of the group, who evidently had been made spokesperson, looked around a little uneasily. "We--we just wanted to know how the young man is, and, and if, ... well, if Hercules is still going to stay here? If he is still going to help us?"

Moving forward, the angry healer, his eyes flashing, spoke up before Nathan could even utter a word. "Well, I guess you all have pretty well seen to that, haven't you? That boy is extremely critical and in no shape to be moved. Your foolishness has not only taken away his help, but has put him in the same danger as the rest of us now."

He stopped as he heard movement behind him. Nathan and Cyrus turned to see Hercules standing silently in the doorway. His darkened eyes scanned the crowd.

"Don't worry. I'll save your village," the icy voice of the demigod answered. He watched as a small girl pushed her way through the crowd, reaching out for her mother. He pointed to the child. "I'll do it for her and the other innocent ones like her. AND, I'll do it for that man laying in there fighting for his life. Because despite what you've done to him, he would never forgive me if I didn't." He then turned and went back inside.

The people looked around uncomfortably at each other and quietly turned and dispersed without another word. However, his affirmation had given them no real peace of mind.

When Cyrus came back into the bedroom, he saw Hercules sitting in the chair. His hands firmly gripped Iolaus' hand, as if he could hold on to his friend's life by sheer force. His head was bowed, his eyes closed, but it was not in prayer to the gods, as Cyrus had thought. Hercules knew all too well that he could expect no help from them. His eyes were closed in a vain attempt to keep his emotions from overwhelming him.

Cyrus went back into the living room without disturbing him. What could he possibly say anyhow. As he sat wearily at the table, he thought of how things had progressed. It had been such a relief when he had met the two on the road and realized they had finally arrived to help the village. Now here it was only a few hours later and one young hero was in the next room fighting for his life, the other struggling through the pain of possible loss; and they had not even faced the enemy that had brought them here.

What if the boy should die? How would Hercules react? Their love and friendship were well known and Hercules' earlier outburst and his obvious anguish left no doubt to that fact. Would Hercules angrily leave them to their troubles after all? He quickly removed that thought from his mind. He instinctively knew that Hercules would never desert them. The demigod might be angry, and he certainly had every right, but Cyrus knew this man would never be vindictive enough to leave them to the marauders' mercy, no matter what happened.

Just as strongly, he knew he would not let Iolaus die. He would do everything in his power to make sure he had a fighting chance. What that chance would be, he wasn't sure. But like he had told Hercules, one step at a time.

That first night turned very long, as fever and convulsions hit Iolaus. Cyrus had warned Hercules they could come and when they did, they came with a vengeance. The two men spent most of the night and late into the next day using every bit of healing knowledge to keep death at bay. Medicinal herbs in tea were given to lower the fever along with sponging him down with cool water. Just when they would think they had won the battle, another bout would come.

It was the most terrifying experience Hercules had faced so far. Most of the time he simply sat and held his friend's hand, hoping that through his touch, Iolaus would know he was there with him. Whether it had helped directly or not, Hercules would probably never know, but late into the second evening, the fever finally broke.

Iolaus was extremely weak, but one more hurdle had been conquered and he was still with them. Hercules blessed Iolaus' incredibly strong will to live. It had once again pulled him; no, them, for the loss of Iolaus would have in many ways meant the loss of Hercules, through a rough time.

A few days passed with no change in Iolaus' overall condition. He was fed small amounts of water, teas, and thin nourishing broths several times a day. The body lived, but there had been no other encouraging signs. There was only the endless, agonizing waiting.

Nathan had popped in and out when he could and kept the villagers up to date about Iolaus' condition. They were a good people generally, but had simply been pushed far beyond their endurance and been an easy target for a malicious god. Once they had stopped and thought out their actions, they had realized how foolish they had been. Their interest in the small blond warrior was soon for his own sake. Cyrus' story, passed on through Nathan, about Iolaus' bravery out on the road against the bandits had greatly intrigued them. They were all now pulling for the handsome, young hero.

At the end of the week, word came that the marauders had been spotted less than a day's ride from Delos. They had stopped and made camp for the night, knowing full well the citizens knew they were there. It was a psychological maneuver, meant to instill terror of their impending visit in the villagers and make them more submissive. And, it had always proved most effective.

Hercules reluctantly left Iolaus' side and went to speak to the elders. Since the defense of the village seemed to be left to him alone now, he decided the best method of protecting them was to temporarily evacuate them. He had learned of a group of large caves several miles outside of the village that could temporarily house them all. If he failed to stop the marauders, they might lose their homes, but at least they would keep their lives. They could start over elsewhere if necessary.

After dusk, families started moving out in small groups. Although Nathan's family had been moved to safety in one of the earlier groups, he returned to help his neighbors. Many of the men had stayed to keep lamps lit, to give the village a still lived-in look, just in case there were any curious eyes on the hillsides. Nathan didn't think the marauders would waste their time, so sure were they of their fear tactics, but they kept up appearances just the same.

Cyrus had stayed with Iolaus who was to be moved in the last group. The small blond was carefully attended by Hercules and the healer to make sure he received no further injuries in the transfer. Once inside the cave, he was placed on a small cot and was warmly wrapped with blankets.

Hercules knelt down beside his friend for a few moments. His heart in his eyes, he reached out and placed a hand on Iolaus' shoulder. Suddenly without warning, Iolaus' eyes popped opened. It only lasted a brief moment, and though they were obviously unfocused, it was the most beautiful sight Hercules had ever seen. Tears started to burn the demigod's eyes.

He looked over at the healer, who was kneeling on the other side.

"Cyrus, did you see that!!?" he said excitedly.

"I saw, Hercules. That's wonderful."

"Does this mean, what I hope it does?" he asked eagerly.

Cyrus smiled. "I think so, son. He's been growing steadily stronger, but I didn't want to say anything until I was completely sure. But I think I can pretty much guarantee he's going to make it."

Joy flitted across Hercules' face and he breathed a small, grateful sigh. "Thank you."

"I didn't do much. That boy seems to have a pretty strong will."

Hercules looked down lovingly. "He always has."

Cyrus sobered a bit. "You realize, of course, that ..."

Hercules looked up. A hint of anxiety swiftly flashed across his countenance and then was gone. "As long as he's alive, that's all that I care about. Nothing else matters to me."

The healer nodded. "I'm happy that this happened before you left, Hercules. Maybe it'll give you extra incentive to come back in one piece. He's going to be needing you, you know."

"I know, and believe me, I'll be doing my best." He paused. "But if I don't make it, there is one thing I'd like to request of you."

"Anything, Hercules."

"I'd like you to take him back to Corinth for me when he's able to travel. Explain to my family what happened. They'll take care of him, ... if he needs anything."

"Of course. It'll be done. I promise."

"Thanks." Hercules leaned down close to Iolaus and quietly whispered, "I'll be back soon, my friend. Stay strong." Then with a small squeeze to Iolaus' shoulder he rose and left.

Cyrus knew it took every bit of Hercules' courage to walk away. As he watched him disappear, he made a silent vow. If anything did happen to the demigod and his family, for any reason, balked at Iolaus' care because of any of his injuries, he himself would make sure the young warrior would be well taken care of for the rest of his life.

The healer had become quite fond of both these men. During the long days and nights that he and the demigod had waited and watched, he had learned much. Hercules had needed to speak of his friend and the old healer had wisely encouraged it.

Cyrus heard of their meeting as children, their growing friendship, and some of their boyhood pranks. Tales of some of Iolaus' earlier escapades had earned more than its share of chuckles and laughs. Hercules also spoke sorrowfully of the love and loss of their wives and children.

Cyrus understood completely how Hercules felt, for he too had lost his beloved wife, and his two sons and their families, to fever a few years back. He still missed them greatly. Having these two men here and needing him, temporarily mollified the loneliness he had often felt.

He leaned over and pulled the blanket up closer around Iolaus. "You heard him, son. You stay strong. He needs you, as much as you're going to need him," and he patted Iolaus' shoulder.

Hercules met up with Nathan and the other men at the inn.

"What now, Hercules? We wait?"

"You wait a little longer, then slowly begin dousing the lamps in your homes. Make it appear as if the village is slowly settling down for the night. Then get to the caves. Make sure all visible tracks leading there are wiped clean. I'm going to head towards their camp."

"But, I thought you were going to wait for them to come here tomorrow?" asked Eris.

"I was, but I decided it would be better to meet them out there. I might be able to discourage them from even coming here. Spare the village if I can. However, if they do get through me, they might destroy your village, but you should all be safe." Hercules turned to the Magistrate. "If I haven't come back to you by late tomorrow afternoon, keep your people hidden for three or four days. You have more than enough food to last. Just be careful when you finally emerge. Scout it out first."

"We will, Hercules. Thank you," declared Nathan.

The two men reached out and shook hands.

"Hercules, I know I've said this before, but I'm truly sorry all of this turned out like it has. I mean with Iolaus. Had I known ..."

"Don't blame yourself. It wasn't your fault. Besides, Iolaus just opened his eyes a few minutes ago. Cyrus believes he's going to make it. Right now that's what's keeping me going and giving me hope. Iolaus may have a long struggle ahead of him and I aim to be there to help. So don't give up on me yet, Nathan."

"That's wonderful news, Hercules. I'm glad to hear it. Good luck!"

"Thanks."

As the demigod set out, his thoughts were not of marauders, or strategies, but of his best friend. What would Iolaus be facing when he woke? Would he ever have him back completely? Cyrus had said there was a possibility that he could have permanent damage of some kind: loss of eyesight, hearing, memory. How would Iolaus react to the loss of his eyesight or hearing? For a man like him, either would be difficult. His friend was the most fiercely independent and proudest man he knew. If he were to lose these, Hercules knew his own biggest fear would be that Iolaus' loving heart and proud spirit would not want Hercules to be burdened by him and would try to push him away.

If Hercules had his choice, and he knew he didn't, he guessed he would pick loss of memory. A memory loss might be temporary or permanent. But at least Iolaus would be able to keep his independence, since he didn't do well asking for help.

However, he knew that no matter what the injuries, he would stand by his friend. He knew he might face stubbornness, independence, probably even anger, but this was his beloved brother. He would be there. Always. Despite any objection Iolaus might try to throw at him.

He knew his family would want to help. They loved Iolaus, too. Depending on the extent of his friend's injuries, Hercules knew he might have to accept their help and he would be grateful. But Iolaus was ultimately his responsibility, no matter what. One he gladly and lovingly accepted.

That was as far as his mind would let him go with this. He finally turned to what he needed to do to prepare for the battle. With more determination than ever before, he knew he needed to survive and return to his friend.

He soon found himself wishing Iolaus was here to discuss the plans and then had to laugh at himself. He couldn't even put two connecting thoughts together without bringing his friend into it.

Moving cautiously, he finally saw the faint glow of campfires. Carefully he scouted the area and knew he had found the marauders. He easily located the guards who had been posted and crept in close enough to get a layout of the camp. Anything else would have to wait. At present, he knew he needed some sleep, even if only a couple of hours; so he slowly, silently moved back to his first location and found a secluded area and settled down.

Just before dawn, Hercules was up and moving quietly towards the guards. After incapacitating them, he walked boldly into the camp, just as the men started to stir. He had always preferred the direct approach, but a little surprise couldn't hurt.

Trachis, the head of the marauders, at first was astonished by their visitor. So much so, that he and his troops stood and watched this "intrepid fool" walk boldly into their camp.

Trachis walked slowly forward to meet him. "Is there something I can do for you?" he asked with an amused look on his face. Hercules watched as Trachis gave an almost imperceptible nod to his men, who slowly started to fan out.

"I came to stop you from riding into Delos."

Trachis looked at him a moment and the amused look grew broader. "Have you looked around, friend? You can count, can't you?"

"I'm not your friend, and, yes, I can count. I still say you're not going to ride into Delos."

"I see!" Trachis paused. "And you're planning on stopping us?"

"Yes!"

Trachis turned and looked at his men, eliciting laughter from them. "Tell me, who should we tell the villagers it is that died for them?"

"Hercules!" He watched as the self-assured smiles fell from the faces of Trachis and his men.

Trachis, however, quickly recovered as he heard the murmuring along side of him. "Quiet, you fools! Hercules, or not, he's still only one man. He can't take us all on at once."

Hercules was just about to answer when he heard movement and turned slightly. "Well, I probably could, but I guess I won't have to."

Hercules nodded to Nathan as he and a dozen of the villagers came up along side of him.

Nathan nodded back. "We thought you could use some help."

"Glad to have you."

Trachis shrugged. "A few villagers aren't going to make any difference." He turned his gaze to the Magistrate. "You know that, Nathan. I thought we had all this straightened out several months ago." He made a gesture on his own face that mirrored the path of the scar on Nathan's face.

"Yeah, well, I guess I've forgotten."

"Well, I guess we'll have to have another lesson then. Maybe the next magistrate will pay closer attention." Trachis turned toward his troops. "This shouldn't take too long, men."

The two groups suddenly advanced on one another. Although Hercules was able to easily handle those that attacked him, he was concerned about the villagers. However, much to his surprise, relief came before there were anything more than a few cuts and bruises. As they had engaged in combat, neither group had at first discerned the slow, careful approach of about two dozen men coming in -- well-hidden behind the marauder's own picket lines.

A sudden war cry from the soldiers caused Trachis and his men to turn pale as they caught sight of an old and feared enemy: Nascius, the Captain of King Stephen's army.

As Hercules turned toward the new arrivals he saw two "civilians" riding along -- one was Jason and the other Antares, Iphicles' palace healer.

The surrender was immediate. Trachis was no fool. Nascius' elite troops not only had cross-bows already trained on them, but they were also known as the best swordsmen in the kingdom. He knew when he was outmanned.

As the Captain's men took charge of their prisoners, Jason helped Antares check over the injuries of the villagers and marauders as well. Nascius, meantime, approached Hercules and greetings were exchanged. The Captain extended King Stephen's apologies to the demigod on what had taken place and thanked him for his willingness to intervene. Soon after, Hercules and the others left the soldiers with their prisoners and began their journey back to Delos. He was anxious to get back to Iolaus.

As they walked, Jason explained that when Iphicles heard what had happened to Iolaus and the problems in Delos, he decided to send word to King Stephen. He pledged his help to Stephen's forces. Not wishing to take on two kingdoms, the warring faction soon signed a peace treaty. King Stephen, free of the threats, was now anxious to get back to protecting his own kingdom and responded to Iphicles' request regarding Delos immediately. He quickly dispatched his best men to Delos to back up Hercules and stop the lawlessness in his province.

Hercules, in turn, explained to Jason and Antares about the villagers hiding in the caves, and about Iolaus' condition, to which Antares asked a few brief questions. Hercules was quick to note Antares' solemn look as he described the injuries and what had happened since.

Jason mentioned how worried they all had been about Iolaus, especially Alcmene. He had practically had to tie her down to keep her from coming along. Iphicles, not knowing what medical care Iolaus was receiving, had insisted that Antares be sent to offer whatever assistance he could. If Iolaus survived, his instructions had been to wait until Iolaus was well enough to travel and then bring him and Hercules back to Corinth.

Alcmene's orders to Jason had been more specific: bring them back to their own home.

Permanent living quarters had been set aside for both her boys at the old castle. A place to call their own; a refuge whenever they were in Corinth. The suite of rooms was in the west wing and consisted of two bedrooms, a living and dining room. It offered privacy from the rest of the castle. Both men had always gratefully enjoyed their small piece of home when they were nearby. It was straight to these rooms, that she wanted Iolaus brought. She knew he would be the most comfortable there and she could make sure he was well cared for.

Hercules felt a warmth and pride in his family. They had rallied just as he had known they would.

A few of the brave men who had remained and stood lookout on the village walls as a second defense, came rushing out as they saw Hercules, Nathan, and the others approach. Word spread quickly of the victory and soon everyone headed happily off to the caves to bring their families back home.

Many hugs, slaps on the backs, and thank you's were given as the heroes of the mission returned. Hercules and the others suffered through the greetings and finally, with Jason and Antares, worked their way to Iolaus and Cyrus.

Kneeling beside Iolaus, Hercules made quick introductions and briefly told Cyrus what had happened. He then asked the question that had constantly been on his mind. "How is he doing? Did he wake up again?"

"No, I'm sorry, Hercules, he didn't. But he's no worse. His pulse and breathing are still strong and steady."

A look of discouragement dropped over Hercules.

Cyrus saw it. "Come, Hercules, let's get him back to my place, where he'll be more comfortable."

As carefully as he was brought, Iolaus was returned to his former bed. Cyrus and Antares conferred over him for long moments before finally declaring that he had come through all the latest excitement without any difficulties. Hercules, however, still worried over him, as he carefully adjusted the blankets around Iolaus to his own satisfaction.

As Cyrus and Antares wandered from the bedroom to get acquainted and talk 'healing', Hercules sat down on the other bed and Jason in the chair. Hercules was exhausted. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, then placed his elbows on his knees and put his head down in his hands wearily.

Jason watched silently for a moment. "Hercules, why don't you get some rest. I'm sure you haven't had much sleep since all this began. I'll watch over Iolaus. Besides which, we have two fine healers in the next room. So Iolaus couldn't be in better hands."

"I know." He sighed. "It's just that so much has happened, so quickly."

"I know it must be hard, but Iolaus seems stable now. Both Antares and Cyrus looked quite satisfied. You need some sleep, Hercules."

Hercules looked over at Iolaus once more. "All right. I am tired. But you'll wake me no matter what?"

Jason smiled. "I promise. The minute I see an eyelash flutter or a finger twitch, I'll wake you."

"Thanks."

Hercules settled back on the bed and was asleep almost the minute his head touched the pillow. Jason had been right, he had not had much sleep, and the emotional strain was almost worse than the physical. The demigod slept for several hours and was finally awakened in time for dinner.

Nathan stopped in briefly to check on them and to once again thank them for their help.

The house finally quieted for the night. Antares had settled into another bedroom and Jason had wearily dropped into the bed Hercules had vacated earlier. Hercules had declined his offer to watch over Iolaus again. He had felt more rested and wanted to sit with Iolaus for awhile. He promised to wake Jason toward morning.

It was only a few hours later when Iolaus opened his eyes once more. Hercules smiled broadly. He spoke quietly so as not to startle him or awaken Jason. "Iolaus! It's good to see you, buddy. How are you doing?"

Iolaus turned his eyes toward the voice, although it seemed to take him time to focus on Hercules' face. However, there were no words of greeting or any golden smile offered, only confused, pain-filled blue eyes staring back.

"How about some water?" Hercules picked up a mug as he spoke and poured water into it. He carefully raised Iolaus up so he could drink.

After Iolaus took a few sips, Hercules gently lowered him back down. Iolaus then started to turn his head slightly to look around, but it brought a cry of pain. His eyes closed and his hands reached up towards his head.

Hercules caught Iolaus' arms in mid-air and returned them to his sides. "No, Iolaus! Try not to move. You're hurt pretty bad!" Hercules carefully placed his own hands on both sides of Iolaus' face to try and hold his head still.

Iolaus slowly reopened fearful eyes, which almost seemed to plead. Hercules knew Iolaus was in considerable pain, but because of the seriousness of the head wound, they had been afraid to give him any pain killers that might put him under too deeply. It tore to the depths of Hercules' heart and soul to see Iolaus suffering so much.

Jason woke with a start at Iolaus' cry and was immediately at his side. "What happened?"

"He tried to move."

"Do you want me to get Antares or Cyrus?"

Iolaus, his head still held inert in Hercules' hands, used his eyes to look sideways to find the source of the other voice, and then turned them back toward Hercules.

Hercules shook his head. "No!" He moved his hands and began to gently massage Iolaus' temples and forehead below the bandaging. "Shhh. It's all right. It'll be better soon," he crooned softly to Iolaus. Although never speaking, Iolaus watched Hercules until his eyes slid shut once more.

Hercules continued to massage his temples until Iolaus fell back into a deep sleep. He had actually seemed to relax under Hercules' gentle touch.

Jason had sat quietly and watched. "Hercules? You realize what just happened, don't you?"

Hercules smiled faintly and nodded. "Iolaus heard and saw us."

"That should relieve your mind some."

"It does. I just wish he had spoken."

"Give him time. He took quite a beating."

"Yeah, I know," Hercules sighed.

"Look, I know it's earlier than you planned, but Iolaus will probably sleep for awhile now. Why don't you let me take over. Then you'll be alert for the morning."

After a moment's hesitation, Hercules finally nodded. He exchanged places with Jason and lay down. But his mind wouldn't turn off. He kept seeing Iolaus' pleading eyes. He wished he could take all the pain and suffering away with a sweep of his hands. So much for his promise to his best friend about protecting him.

It was well into the early morning hours before sleep finally came. Jason had seen him tossing and turning for a good portion of the time, so had let him sleep as long as he could. There had been no further stirrings from Iolaus.

As Iolaus slowly crept back to life, a routine soon began. Iolaus awoke once or twice during the day and sometimes during the night. Both Antares and Cyrus had been amazed how Hercules always seemed to know exactly when Iolaus was about to wake and was there to minister to him. While awake, Iolaus was always given water, tea, and spoonfuls of a heavier broth. Hercules was disappointed that Iolaus could still only manage a few bites before he fell back exhausted, but was grateful at least something warm and nourishing was getting into his system. Hercules always followed the session by settling Iolaus back down and massaging his temples and forehead until Iolaus would drop back into a peaceful rest.

It was inevitable, however, that at some point, Iolaus would wake and Hercules would not be there. It happened almost a week later. Hercules had been called off with Cyrus, to help in an emergency on the far side of the village.

Jason had just spelled Antares at the bedside, when Iolaus' eyes opened.

"Iolaus," Jason had greeted. But Jason noticed Iolaus' eyes frantically scanning the room. Suddenly, without any warning, Iolaus tried to rise, but dizziness and pain drove him back down. Jason called Antares and together they tried to calm him, but Iolaus thrashed about, refusing to accept their help, his eyes continuously searching and his cries filling the room. They knew he was searching for Hercules and tried to explain that he would be back soon. Finally, exhausted from this mini-battle, Iolaus sank into a restless sleep, tossing and turning almost feverishly.

Jason began to massage Iolaus' temples as Hercules had done, trying to calm him, but it seemed to no avail. Suddenly the restlessness ended as quickly as it had begun, as without a spoken word or loss of a stroke, two large hands took over. Iolaus instantly relaxed and fell into a peaceful sleep once again.

Antares and Cyrus were no longer surprised by the extraordinary bond demonstrated by these two men. No longer amazed at Hercules' ability to know exactly when Iolaus would awaken, nor Iolaus' immediate response to Hercules' touch, without ever awakening. Some things just defied any reasonable explanation.

One week later, it was decided that Iolaus was finally strong enough to travel. Although still plagued by the headaches and dizziness, the cuts and bruises were healing nicely and the ribs seemed to be doing well. It suddenly became important to Hercules to get his friend back to Corinth. He felt being back around familiar things might help speed the final healing process. And yet, Iolaus had still not spoken. Most of his needs seemed to be automatically met by Hercules, without any words.

It was a sad day for the people of Delos as the small group finally prepared to leave them. Hercules and Iolaus had become an important part of their village. Hercules had not only fought for them, but had also given them back their courage to stand up for themselves. Something they could be proud of once again.

And, although Iolaus had never been a part of the skirmish, his fight back to life from his injuries, ones they knew they were responsible for, was quite heroic in their eyes.

The parting would be even harder on Cyrus. The two had become an integral part of his household. Almost like sons. However, he, too, knew it was time. They needed to return home and start putting their lives back together again. It was right. But it didn't stop the impending loneliness.

Because of Iolaus' condition, a huge farewell celebration had not been planned. Hercules smiled sadly to himself at how much Iolaus would have loved a big feast. However, it did not stop the villagers from flocking to say farewell as the small caravan prepared to leave. In gratitude, they had made sure the cart Iolaus was to travel in was made as comfortable for him as possible for the long journey ahead. Food and other supplies were also gratefully provided.

Hercules turned to Cyrus and shook his hand. "Cyrus, I don't know how I can ever thank you enough for all you've done for Iolaus. If it hadn't been for your skills, I could have lost him. I'll always be grateful."

"It was my pleasure, son. I've enjoyed having you both with me. I just wish it had been under better circumstances."

"Me, too."

"I'm sure you'll take good care of him." Cyrus paused. "It may be a long, hard struggle."

Both looked down at the small blond warrior's still pale countenance. He was sleeping peacefully. Cyrus had given him a light sleeping potion that would keep him carefully resting for today's leg of their journey.

"I know," Hercules said, a loving look on his face, "but at least I still have him. He's a fighter. I'm sure he'll mend faster at home."

Cyrus nodded. "When he's well, I hope you'll both return sometime for a visit."

"You can count on it," assured Hercules and quickly shook the man's hand again.

Cyrus said his farewells to Jason and Antares as Hercules turned to Nathan. He reached out for the hand of the magistrate.

"Hercules, 'thank you' seems to be such a small token of our gratitude for all you've done for us."

"You're welcome, Nathan. Your people are to congratulated, too. They overcame their own fears and came out to help."

"Yes, but without you, I'm not sure that we would have had the courage to do that. Your willingness to continue to fight for us, even after what coming here has cost you," he glanced over at Iolaus, "was more than we deserved."

"I think your people learned a valuable lesson about taking matters into their own hands," Hercules added.

"We learned an even bigger one about compassion and forgiveness from you, Hercules."

Hercules dropped his head, slightly embarrassed.

"Hercules, you and your friends will always be welcome here."

"Thank you, Nathan."

There were final handshakes and waves as the group finally started off.

The morning they left, Hercules became aware of some prior arrangements that had been made. A dozen of King Stephen's elite troop, once again led by the Captain, arrived just as Hercules' party was ready to depart. They were to escort them to the border of their kingdom, where King Iphicles would meet them to escort them the rest of the way into Corinth.

Hercules had been surprised at the arrangements, but was very grateful for the courtesy of both King Stephen and his brother. He had to admit that having the soldiers escorting them would give him a certain peace of mind and the chance to concentrate on Iolaus' comfort and welfare, without worries of random attacks.

There had been a brief encounter on the road with Salmoneous, who had spent a night's camp with them before moving on. He had extended his sympathies to Hercules over Iolaus' injuries, learning more from the others than Hercules was willing to admit.

Once back in Corinth, Iolaus was comfortably established in his own room and seemed to settle in like he knew he belonged there. He had come through the long journey well. However, he slept soundly for three days without much stirring. Hercules, as usual, was always there when he woke, and the routine that had been established in Delos continued on.

When Iolaus was awake, he incessantly watched Hercules and whoever else was there. He also seemed to listen intently, but there was either a blank or a quizzical, unsure look in his eyes when directly spoken to. And he still had not spoken.

Hercules tried to keep things as normal as possible, still speaking to him and treating him as he always had. He had completely convinced himself that Iolaus was suffering from a form of amnesia. That he would speak when he felt ready. That he just needed more time to recover. Hercules refused to even hear any other theory.

However, there came a day when even Hercules had to face the reality of Iolaus' condition. The reality which Cyrus had finally tried to tell him about, but which he had refused to believe. The reality which Antares, too, had tried to speak to him about, but which had ended in angry words. However, a singular incident finally brought it all home.

Believing Iolaus to be asleep, Hercules had gone to see his Mother in the next room. They had stood speaking, when a blood curdling cry came from the bedroom.

All the color fled from Hercules' face as he went tearing into the bedroom, almost ripping the door off. As he skidded to a halt, he saw Iolaus on his knees in front of the dresser, tears coursing down his cheeks, holding a bloody, fisted hand. Iolaus' boot knife lay on the floor in front of him, the blade covered in blood. Hercules dropped to the floor in front of Iolaus and pried his friend's hand open, but the palm was so bloody, he was unable to see how bad the wound was.

Alcmene, who had been right behind Hercules, grabbed a towel from a nearby table and passed it to her son. He tightly bound the towel around the hand.

They both watched Iolaus turn white as a sheet and knew he was going to be sick. Alcmene once again went into action, snatching a bowl and getting it underneath Iolaus just in time. Hercules held his friend until he had finished retching and then the blond collapsed in Hercules' arms.

"Hercules, get him into bed and hold the pressure on that wound. I'm going to send for Antares and get my medicine kit," Alcmene ordered. She turned and fled from the room.

Hercules quickly carried Iolaus to the bed and held the hand securely, until Alcmene returned with clean water, towels and her supplies. She gently washed the wound and put a temporary bandage on it. She was relieved that it didn't look as bad as she had originally thought, but knew it was going to require a few stitches. She spent the remainder of the time trying to comfort her distraught son, who had only a shade more color in his face then Iolaus.

Antares got there in a little over an hour. After examining the hand, the healer confirmed Alcmene's diagnosis and told them that the cut was not too deep and no muscles had been damaged. It would be as good as new in time. He then placed several small stitches in the hand and bandaged it.

Jason arrived back from an errand just as Antares was finishing. As he had entered the castle, a servant had told him that Antares was there because of an accident to Iolaus. He rushed immediately to the west wing.

Bolting into the bedroom, he saw Hercules and Alcmene hovering near the bed. As Jason started to cross the room his foot touched something. Looking down, he saw a bloody knife laying on the floor and stooped to pick it up, before coming to stand beside his wife.

"There, that should hold him," said Antares, rising from the bed. "He's going to be fine, but his hand is going to be pretty sore for several days." He dug around into his bag and brought out a small vial and opened it. He poured a little of it into some water, stirring it, and then, leaning over, forced it between the unconscious man's lips.

That should help the pain and keep him asleep for awhile longer. He placed the stopper on the vial and set it down on the table. "You can give him more later as needed." As he rose, he looked up into Hercules' anguished eyes. "Relax, he's going to be fine. There won't be any permanent damage."

Hercules could only nod. Slowly the color started coming back into his face.

"What happened?" asked Jason still holding the bloody knife in his hand. "I found this on the floor over there."

Alcmene leaned against him heavily; now that the immediate fear was over, she felt almost weak in the knees. "Hercules and I were talking in the living room when we heard Iolaus. When we came in, the knife was laying in front of him and his hand was bleeding. He must have gotten hold of it somehow ..."

"It was right there on the top of the dresser," interjected Hercules, "right where he's always kept it. I put it there myself after we got back. I--I never thought ... I never knew it would be a danger to him."

"I'm afraid that anything like this, has now become a danger to him, Hercules."

Hercules looked up at Antares with wounded eyes. At last, he could no longer lie to himself; he finally had to admit the truth, that although Iolaus seemed the same at first glance, the injuries to his head had damaged his brain ... his mental capacity. Permanently. How severely was still yet to be determined. But the truth was, Iolaus was little more than a child now. A child dwelling in the body of a warrior.

That night, Hercules wept silently at Iolaus' bedside for the loss of his comrade. A few words spoken by a spiteful god. A villages' angry response. And two lives had been forever changed. As he sat in the chair, his head slightly bowed, he was suddenly startled at a gentle touch to his face. He opened his eyes to see Iolaus sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning towards him.

A puzzled gaze appeared on the blond's face and Hercules could almost swear there had been a look of sadness and compassion in Iolaus' eyes. His emotions raw, the demigod moved over onto the bed pulling the smaller man into his arms. Tears flowed unimpeded into the blond hair. It wasn't until sometime later that Hercules realized, that although Iolaus had never returned the embrace, neither had he struggled against it. He had waited patiently and quietly until Hercules had released him.

Hercules finally wiped the remainder of the tears from his face and rose. He helped Iolaus slide down into the bed and sat back down next to him. "Okay, enough of the tears. It won't change anything, will it?" He smiled weakly. "Maybe we won't ever fight back to back again. Maybe you won't be the best hunter and tracker in all of Greece anymore. But you will always be my best friend and my brother. Nothing will ever change that." He paused as his voice cracked. "And, I think you can speak. You just need a little encouragement."

Blue eyes watched Hercules attentively.

"Your first lesson." He pointed to himself: "Hercules!" He repeated again: "Hercules!" Then he touched Iolaus' chest: "Iolaus! ... Iolaus!"

Iolaus cocked his head slightly, a quizzical look crossing his face.

He repeated the same thing over a few more times, pointing first to himself and then to Iolaus. "I'm sure you can learn. I don't know how much. But we're going to find out. Okay?" He flashed Iolaus a loving smile.

As he saw the physical pain creeping into Iolaus' eyes, he reached over and took the vial and mixed it with some water and raised him to take it. "Now close your eyes and get some sleep, my friend." He reached over and with a gentle touch, closed Iolaus' eyes.

However, Iolaus' eyes popped back open. "Sleep," Hercules said quietly. Iolaus watched him for a moment and then succumbed to the light touch of Hercules' hands on his temples, long before the medicine ever had a chance to take effect.

The lessons continued the next day after Iolaus' breakfast. Each time Iolaus had awakened that day, Hercules began repeating their names. However, it wasn't until about mid-afternoon of the third day, when Hercules had left the bedroom area for a moment that he heard a voice. When he stopped to listen, he realized he was hearing his name being called. He went quickly into Iolaus' room and saw Iolaus propped up on an elbow.

As he entered the room, Iolaus looked straight at him. "Herc."

An unspeakable joy welled up in the big man, but it was a somewhat bittersweet joy. Obviously unable to pronounce 'Hercules', Iolaus had used the 'cherished' nickname he had given the demigod when they were children.

But the delight far outweighed any pain. He went over and sat on the edge of the bed, as Iolaus lay back staring at him. "Yes! Herc," and he pointed to himself. Then he touched Iolaus' chest, repeating Iolaus' name.

"Oluss," finally came the word, as the small blond pointed toward himself.

"Close enough!" A broad smile formed on the demigod's face and he squeezed Iolaus' arm. "I knew you could do it." A faint, perplexed smile appeared on Iolaus' lips.

A short while later, shimmering lights appeared on the other side of the bed from Hercules, which dissolved into a pink and blond goddess and a dark-haired, leather-clad god.

"Hi, big brother!"

"Hello, Hercules!"

Hercules smiled. "Aphrodite! Hephaestus!"

Iolaus had started as the two figures materialized right next to him. Aphrodite looked down at him and smiled. "Hi, Sweetcheeks!"

Iolaus looked from Hercules back to the two.

"Hephie and I just wanted to let you know how sorry we were to hear about what happened. He didn't deserve this," she said, as tears pooled in her eyes. She brushed them away quickly.

"Thanks." Hercules was touched at Aphrodite's caring attitude. His sister rarely showed that side of herself to others. But he knew that she and Iolaus had finally become friends after their rocky beginning with the apple. She genuinely cared about him.

Iolaus had also earned the friendship and admiration of Hephaestus for his courage in facing and overcoming the god's remarkable inventions, not to mention having brought Aphrodite back into his life. One other important thing to Hephaestus, Iolaus had treated the disfigured god with respect and had never turned away from him in mockery, repulsion or fear as many others had done.

"How are you holding up?" she asked sympathetically.

"As well as can be expected, I guess. He just spoke his first words before you came. My name and his own. It may not be much, but it's a start." He turned to Iolaus and smiled. "We have a long way to go though, don't we?"

"If anyone can help him, you can, Hercules, and, if you need anything, let us know."

"Thanks, Hephaestus."

As they got ready to leave, Aphrodite gave Hercules a big hug. "You take good care of him, and yourself, big brother."

"I will, thanks."

"Bye, Curly," she said affectionately, as she leaned down and placed a kiss on Iolaus' cheek and tousled his hair.

Iolaus once again started as the pair disappeared before him. He looked at the empty space for a moment or two and then reached out a hesitant hand and passed it through the air a few times. Hercules couldn't help but laugh at the look of confusion on his friend's face.

That night there were two more godly visitors. Just after Iolaus had fallen asleep, Hades and Persephone materialized.

A look of apprehension came over Hercules at the appearance and he immediately placed himself bodily between Iolaus and the god of the underworld. His voice was tinged with fear and anger. "What are you doing here, Hades?"

"Relax, Hercules. We simply came to offer our regrets as to what happened. I'm not here to take him from you." Then chuckled under his breath, "As if you'd let me have him, anyhow."

Realizing Hercules was still somewhat apprehensive about their visit, Persephone reached out and took his hand. "Please don't worry, Hercules, we really did come just to let you know how sorry we are about what happened to Iolaus. He's a good man. Anyhow, you can see for yourself, he's returning to health wonderfully."

Hercules finally allowed himself to relax. "I'm sorry, it's just been so ..."

Persephone smiled and patted Hercules' arm, then moved back into her husband's embrace. "We understand!"

Hades looked to his wife and then back to Hercules. He was not comfortable with small talk, but a wry smile came to his lips. "Well, personally, I'm grateful for Iolaus' strong constitution. Charon had been grumbling for weeks. Neither one of us were too happy about the possibility of you showing up again."

Hercules finally allowed himself a semblance of a smile. "The feeling was mutual, Hades. I wasn't looking forward to another trip either."

"You seem to have made great progress with him," said Persephone, a smile lighting her face. "I knew you would. He couldn't have a better friend."

Hercules turned and looked down at the sleeping form. "Yeah! I'm a perfect friend." A look of anger crossed his handsome features. "He's been dead three times. Has more scars on his body then any one man should have. Has more enemies then any ten men would have in a lifetime. And has at least four gods whose part time job it is to go after him any way they can, just because they hate me." He looked back at Persephone. "Yeah. Perfect!"

"Hercules ..." A pained look crossed her gentle face.

Hades spoke up. "Do you think he would trade all that for a simple, peaceful life, Hercules? Could you really picture Iolaus settled down, with or without you?"

Hercules paused. "Maybe not."

"He followed you because what you do is right," Persephone added, "and he wouldn't have changed it for anything. He told me that himself his last visit."

Hercules laughed bitterly to himself at her choice of words: 'his last visit.' 'Visit,' indeed. He still had nightmares about his friend's feverish body, battered and bleeding, going limp in his arms, after his brief encounter with Hera's fire enforcer. But Persephone was not the cause of that. She had been kind and gracious to Iolaus during his time in the underworld. It had also been her that had swayed Hades to give him a chance to win that precious life back. He was extremely grateful to her for that.

"Thanks, Persephone. Hades. I'm sorry. I apologize for my earlier outburst. I do appreciate your coming." He paused for a moment. "You know, I don't think I ever told you how grateful I really am for what you did for him when he was there during that time.

"We knew, Hercules. We were just glad we could help then. Weren't we, Hades?"

"Yes, my love," agreed Hades, smiling at his wife.

They stayed only a short while longer and then departed, returning back to their own realm.

A couple of days later, Hercules had once again settled Iolaus for the night and had left the bedroom. He had come back in for just a moment to retrieve something from the dresser. His heart froze as his eyes adjusted to the dim light in the room and realized that a person in a long-hooded cloak was bending over Iolaus, reaching out towards him. Swiftly he crossed the room, grabbing the person by the arm and pulling them away.

The hood dropped back and revealed a tall, slender, beautiful woman with light brown hair and blue eyes.

"Artemis?" Hercules said, releasing his sister's arm.

"Hello, Hercules!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you. I just saw the hood and someone bending over Iolaus."

"It's all right, Hercules, it was my fault. I should have let you know I was here. I just wanted to come and see him."

"I thought you and Athena were still angry at him about that beauty contest with Aphrodite."

"Well, it was a little hard on our egos, I'm afraid, but we got over it some time ago." She laughed lightly. "We were more upset at Aphrodite talking us into that ridiculous contest then we ever were at Iolaus. Besides, who could have competed against her golden apple," Artemis laughed.

"I'm glad of that."

"Athena couldn't come, but she sends greetings also." She then turned slightly back toward the sleeping figure and sighed. "He was one of the most skilled hunters and trackers I ever trained. There was no one in the whole of Greece that could come close to him."

"Yes! He was."

She continued reminiscently. "He loved everything about the outdoors. It was like his second home, almost from the time he began to walk. He was curious about everything and feared nothing."

Hercules chuckled. "He never really changed much." Then his brows knit. "I figured you had had a hand in his skills. Why?"

She looked at Hercules. Should she tell him that Zeus had chosen this boy to be his son's future friend. That he had asked her to teach him a skill that would serve both men. A skill that would also help keep the boy's small family fed and clothed in the long absences of the father. And maybe even in a small way protect him from some of the evil influences he was inclined to follow in his loneliness.

She smiled. "He was so small, but so determined. His father, well, you know how little attention his father paid to him -- unless he was 'putting him in his place'."

A flash of anger crossed Hercules' face at the memory of Skouras' cruel treatment of his own son.

"Iolaus was always fighting, trying to prove himself. Except when he was out hunting. When he was out there he felt free and self-assured. I just thought maybe I could keep him alive a little longer, by helping him hone his hunting and tracking skills. Keep him away as much as possible from outside influences."

Hercules thought about that and then a grin spread across his face. "So you're the 'old hunter,' huh?

She broke into a soft peal of laughter.

"You might say that." She moved back over and looked down at the handsome, blond sleeping so peacefully. He looked like a young god. She leaned down and swept a stray lock of hair from his forehead and then her fingers traced the outline of his cheek. "Be safe, my young hunter." She then placed a tender kiss on his brow.

She turned and smiled at her brother. "I know you'll take good care of him, Hercules."

"Always," he promised.

Before she disappeared she reached over and kissed Hercules on the cheek, also. "Take care. I'll see you both again."

"Bye."

He reached down and fussed with the blankets around Iolaus, even though they didn't really need it and smiled at the peaceful figure, before heading to his own rest. He wondered idly about the sudden interest in his and Iolaus' welfare from the gods. He shrugged. Who could figure them out.

Then late the next afternoon, there was another shimmering arrival. This time it was Hermes who appeared before them both.

"Hello, Hercules. How are you?" He clapped his brother on the back.

"I'm fine. What can I do for you?" Hercules said, as he watched Iolaus' surprise at seeing the sudden appearance of the winged god.

"Nothing, I just came to see Iolaus." He turned and reached down and clapped his shoulder, too. "Hi, Iolaus. How's it going?"

Hercules looked puzzled. "First Aphrodite and Hephaestus, then Hades and Persephone, Artemis, now you. Who's coming next, Ares? Or maybe Hera?" he stated wryly.

"Well now, that would certainly be quite interesting, wouldn't it?" Hermes laughed.

Hercules smiled. "Yeah, I guess it would. Look, I don't mean to be rude. But why are you here?" He shook his head bewilderedly. "Why are you all here?" He paused. "I mean, I guess I can understand Aphrodite and Hephaestus coming. Iolaus and Aphrodite have become friends. Artemis taught him his hunting skills ..."

"And Hades and he are much more acquainted then you would have ever liked them to have been. I know, I know," Hermes interrupted. "But you forget, dear brother, I had him for a short time myself, until you interfered."

"Me? Interfered?" Hercules looked confused.

"Have you forgotten the trouble Iolaus got into when you left that one summer? His involvement with a gang of thieves, until you two renewed your friendship. Ahhh!! He made a perfect thief. He was small and wiry and had such a cunning mind. With his comeliness and charm, he could talk his way out of just about anything." Hermes smiled broadly.

Hercules laughed. "Yes. I remember. Well, you still have Autolycus."

"Indeed! Well, don't ever tell Autolycus this ..." Hermes sighed as he looked down at Iolaus, "but not even Autolycus could have held a candle to your friend once I would have finished with him. A little training, a little polishing ..." Hermes shrugged. "Oh, well. That's water under the bridge, Father had other pla ..." He stopped.

"What did you say?" Hercules asked looking back at him again. He had missed the last few words, as curiosity had gotten the better of Iolaus, who had tried to sit up. Hercules had leaned over for a moment and moved some pillows behind Iolaus so he could rest back comfortably.

"Nothing important, Hercules."

"Not to change the subject, Hermes, but tell me, why are all the gods suddenly taking such an interest in us now? No one ever bothered much before. Except for their own amusement or benefit."

"Despite what you may think, Hercules, many of the gods are on your side. We can't always interfere, but we are proud of what you and Iolaus do." Hermes turned and looked down at Iolaus once again. "You might also be interested to know, that Iolaus is held in very high esteem by many of the gods, for standing by you in your fight in the mortal world. He took the same risks, but without the same protections. He is greatly admired and respected for that."

A feeling of pain for what 'standing by him' had cost both of them, shot through Hercules' heart. A trace of anger soon overtook the pain. "Well, I haven't seen Zeus coming yet to offer any regrets. He, as usual, has been conspicuous by his absence."

"Both Father and Mother, have been gone for quite awhile. Neither knows anything about what has happened to Iolaus yet."

"Zeus and Hera off somewhere together? That's quite a switch," Hercules said bemusedly.

"Did I say anything about them being together?" Hermes grinned at him.

"It wouldn't have mattered, even if Zeus had been around?" Hercules sobered, remembering about all his past cries to his father that had gone unheeded.

Almost as if reading his mind, Hermes answered, "You'd probably be surprised how many times Zeus has protected both of you over these past years."

"Probably," Hercules said with a small note of sarcasm.

Suddenly Hermes tilted his head for a second. "Well, I'm off. I'm being called. Take care, Hercules."

"Thanks for coming, Hermes. And thanks for the words about Iolaus. It's important to me, even though maybe a little late."

"You bet. Bye." Hermes then reached down and once again touched Iolaus' shoulder. "Goodbye, Iolaus. Be well." A broad grin crossed his face. "Ahhh!! You could have been one of the best. Too bad!" Then with a quick wave to Hercules, he disappeared as swiftly as he had appeared.

Alone once again, Hercules leaned over and helped Iolaus slide back down into the bed. "You're esteemed by the gods. Did you know that, Iolaus?" he laughed bitterly. Seeing Iolaus' wondering expression, he smiled. "Rest," he said quietly. As Iolaus' eyes started to close, Hercules spoke once more. "Let's hope that's the end of our visitors, my friend."

And it seemed to be. There were no other godly visits and life settled back down. However, it was only a couple of weeks later that what Hercules feared the most, happened. The lives of those in need of his services caught up with him. When he thought about it some time later, he was surprised that he had been free as long as he had. Had some of the gods shielded him for a time? That thought would never have occurred to him before these past visits. Who knew.

But the call had finally come and it was a request he knew he could not deny. He knew Iolaus would not have wanted him to turn down the plea. Yet it tore him apart to even think about leaving.

The hardest part would be when Iolaus realized he was gone. Iolaus had easily let others minister to him when Hercules was within visual range, but he still became somewhat frantic when Hercules would disappear from his sight for long.

Hercules realized he would have to leave just before dawn, before Iolaus awakened. He wasn't sure what would happen once Iolaus realized he was gone, but he hoped that he might finally learn to trust the others. However, he promised himself he would get this mission over and return as quickly as possible.

It had been an extremely hard parting for him. He had stood looking down at the sleeping figure for a long time before he was able to pull himself away, even though he knew he was leaving him in Alcmene's and Jason's loving care.

He camped out the first two nights, wanting to be alone with his thoughts, but finally on the third night he stopped at an inn. He longed for the sound of others around. The loneliness had just about overwhelmed him.

Hercules was sitting at a table, with his barely touched meal before him, when he heard familiar voices. He looked up to find Xena, Gabrielle and Joxer approaching.

He stood and greeted them with a smile. It was the first smile he had even felt like giving since he had left Corinth.

As they sat down, Xena noticed the partially eaten meal in front of him. "Is this a commentary on the food?"

Hercules gave Xena a puzzled look. "What?" He followed her stare down to his plate. "Oh, no. The food's fine. I guess I just wasn't as hungry as I thought."

"Mmmm!" Xena saw the distracted look on Hercules' face and reached out and touched his arm. "We met Salmoneous on the road a few weeks ago. He told us about Iolaus. We're sorry, Hercules." She refrained from telling him that Ares, too, had been in touch, gloating over the news. "We meant to come and see you both, but we got kind of busy."

For the second time he briefly wondered about his extra time with Iolaus. "Thanks," he smiled faintly.

Joxer, never at a loss for words, and truly remarkable at putting his food in his mouth, leaned over and slapped Hercules on the back. "Guess you'll be needing a new partner about now, huh? Well, I'm sure Xena and Gabrielle could spare me ..." but he never finished as Xena reached down and jerked him up. She had seen the surprise and then anger play across Hercules' face, at Joxer's thoughtless words.

"Joxer, why don't you go order our meals. Okay?" But it was not really a request.

He struggled trying to get his arm loose from her firm grip. "Xena, please! Hercules and I have some business to ...," but his voice faded away as Xena deepened her fingers into his flesh. "Owww!!! Xena!!"

"Our meals! Now, Joxer! And wait for them."

Joxer opened his mouth and was about to protest again, but saw that look in her eyes that brooked no arguments. He started on up to the crowded bar, mumbling as he went.

"Sorry, Hercules, he doesn't mean it like it sounds. Sometimes, he just doesn't stop to think," added Gabrielle as Xena sat back down.

Hercules nodded.

Gabrielle had been watching Hercules fiddling with something in his hands and reached out to touch it. "Isn't that Iolaus' medall..." She suddenly stopped as if the dark green stone had burned her fingers and her hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh, Hercules, we ... we thought he was only injured. I'm so sorry, we ... we didn't know he had ..."

Xena turned startled eyes to Gabrielle and then to the medallion.

Hercules followed their gaze to the medallion. As he looked back up at them he could see both faces had drained of color. He suddenly realized what they were thinking. "No, no. Iolaus is alive." He gathered the medallion back into the warmth of his palm. "I took it off his neck the day he was hurt, so the healer could work on him. I put it in my belt pouch and had forgotten all about it until I went to pay for my meal."

Both women drew relieved breaths.

"I'm sorry, Hercules; when I saw that in your hands ..."

"It's all right, Gabrielle."

"We heard about the injuries to his head and ..." From Salmoneous' account, Xena wasn't quite sure of how to phrase her question, so she asked: "How's he doing?"

"He's doing as well as he can, I guess. He still sleeps most of the time. The dizziness seems to have stopped, but he's still suffering from a few headaches." Hercules smiled weakly. "He can dress himself and eat by himself. He can take care of most of his own personal needs. But he hasn't spoken much at all.”

"Does he ... understand what you're saying?" Gabrielle ventured carefully.

"He knows my name and his own. He knows 'eat'." Hercules and the others laughed. Then the demigod's eyes darkened. "He knows the word 'hurt.'" Hercules' voice cracked. "He's learned that one extremely well." Hercules stopped to regain his composure.

He looked over and saw two sympathetic pair of eyes.

"Actually though, I don't know how much he understands. Sometimes he has such a puzzled look on his face." He paused.

"Something else is worrying you though, isn't it?" Xena queried.

"He was totally dependent on me when I left on this mission. He'd let others help him as long I was there. Once I was out of sight, he would become almost hysterical."

"He remembered you?"

"I don't know for sure, Gabrielle. Antares, my brother's palace healer, says he could have retained a few deeply embedded memories. Possibly because our friendship was so much a part of our lives for so long, or, it could simply be because I was the only one he saw in the early days after the injury. I pretty much refused to let anyone else get near him in the beginning," he laughed. "I needed to be there, to know he was all right."

"That's understandable," smiled Gabrielle.

Hercules nodded. "Later, Mother and Jason stayed with him, while I would leave the room, trying to get him use to my being gone, but I wasn't very strong when he would cry out for me. He's been through so much, suffered so much; I couldn't stand for him to be upset. The worse part is, when I got this call to help, I left while he was still asleep." He paused. "I feel like I've betrayed him."

"I'm sure he'll be fine," the small blond woman comforted.

Hercules smiled, then changed the subject. "What brought you three here?"

Xena spoke up. "We were on our way to Mitoa. We heard they were having trouble there."

"Mitoa? That's where I'm headed."

Xena nodded. "I had a feeling you might be. Would you like some company?"

"Sure. That would be great. I only stopped in here to get the noise." He smiled sheepishly. "It's been pretty quiet out there on the road without ... without Iolaus' constant babbling," he ended with a weak laugh.

"Well, you may be sorry," Xena laughed, "Gabrielle can talk your ear off pretty easily. Not to speak of Joxer."

"Xena!" cried out Gabrielle, with a mock look of anger, "you know ...," but before she could finish her sentence another familiar face came into the inn and towards him. Having spotted him, Hercules vaulted from the chair.

"Tobias! What's wrong? Is Iolaus all right?" In his fear and panic, he had moved around the table and had grabbed the soldier's arm.

"I'm glad I found you so quickly, although you left a pretty clear trail," came Tobias' calming voice. "Yes, he's all right for present, I think, but I'm afraid he needs you."

"I knew I never should have left ...!"

"Hercules, why don't you let him sit and explain," said Xena. She had seen the tall soldier wince at the tightening grip.

As Xena spoke, Hercules realized what he was doing and released Tobias' arm. "I'm sorry."

"It's all right, Hercules."

Gabrielle was just about to sit down with the others when she spotted Joxer returning. Whatever news General Tobias brought was probably not good and Hercules looked like he was on edge once more. Knowing full well that Joxer could easily say the wrong thing and upset Hercules again, she decided to intervene.

Xena watched gratefully as Gabrielle took the tray and sent Joxer off, obviously on some kind of errand, before she returned to the table.

As she sat, Hercules introduced the women to Tobias, his brother Iphicles' commanding general and personal advisor.

After the introduction, Tobias relayed his story to Hercules. "Iolaus did not handle your departure very well. Of course, I'm sure this won't be much of a surprise to you."

"No! But I was hoping that he would eventually accept the others."

"He started calling for you. No one could comfort him. Antares finally was called. He gave him a sleeping potion that got him through the next day and night. However, when he woke, he managed to somehow slip out the door of your rooms. He encountered four guards in the hallway and they tried to carefully get him back to the room. Unfortunately for them, one of the memories Antares seems to think he has retained, is his fighting skills. He took all four of the guards out."

"Were they hurt? Hercules eyes were wide.

With a twinkle in his eye, Tobias smiled. "Only their pride, I'm afraid."

Hercules had to smile in spite of himself. "That's my Iolaus."

"I'm afraid his success was short-lived." Tobias sobered. "Your Mother was just coming down the corridor to see Iolaus, when she confronted him. A new young guard, who didn't know about him, was just coming around the opposite corridor. He saw the other guards just recovering and your Mother standing in front of Iolaus. Iolaus' hands were raised towards her. The guard thought he was threatening her. He rushed in behind Iolaus and swung his sword hilt. Your Mother and one of the guards yelled, the guard tried to deflect his swing, but the yells startled Iolaus and he turned right into it.

Hercules' face went pale. "How badly was he hurt?"

"A deep cut by his hairline. Right here," he said pointing to the right side of his head. "It took several stitches. Because it's a head wound, Antares can't give him anything for the pain. He's been calling for you continuously and he's refused to eat anything." Tobias hesitated a moment. "He seems to be making himself sicker; they're afraid he may ..." The General never finished.

But there was no need to finish. Hercules' face showed he fully understood the meaning. Xena and the others could see the struggle on Hercules' face. Torn between duty and where his heart really wanted; no, needed to be.

Before Xena could speak, Tobias stated: "Hercules, Iphicles sent me with a small contingent of men, with orders to head for Mitoa, so you could return immediately."

Xena interrupted. "There's no need, General, we were already on our way there ourselves." She turned to Hercules. "We can handle this, but only you can help Iolaus."

He turned towards her, a hopeful look on his face. "Xena, Tobias and his men can go along and assist you."

Xena looked over at Tobias. "General, I mean no offense, but I've dealt with this gang before. We can handle it." Gabrielle nodded.

Tobias tilted his head in a slight bow. "No offense taken. Your reputation is well known. I will abide by your wishes. However, my men and I stand at your disposal."

Xena smiled. "Thank you, but we'll be fine. Just get Hercules safely back to Iolaus."

They rose as one and headed out the door. Tobias' men were still mounted and one soldier held the reigns of the General's horse and one for Hercules. Tobias bowed to the two women and then mounted as Hercules said his goodbyes.

Xena touched his arm. "Hercules, we'll let you know where we are at all times. Stay with Iolaus as long as needed. We'll take care of things until you can get it all sorted out."

Gabrielle added, "Don't worry, Hercules. Iolaus is a strong man. He'll be fine. But please, let us know how he's doing from time to time. Okay?"

Hercules smiled. "Yes, of course. Thank you. Be safe, my friends." He gave both Xena and Gabrielle a quick hug.

As he rode off, he thought he faintly heard Joxer's voice yelling his name.

Even though it had only taken about half the time on horseback to return home, it still had seemed like an endless trip to Hercules. But they finally arrived and he flew in the door.

Alcmene met him as he arrived.

"How's he doing?"

As they walked to the west wing, her emotions spilled over. Her mother's heart had always fiercely loved Iolaus. He might not have been hers by birth, but he was hers by every other measure. She had suffered the anguish of his injuries almost as much as her son. And knowing how much Hercules loved him and was hurting from this, only added to her own sorrow.

"He became terribly upset once he found you missing. It broke my heart to hear him continuously crying out for you. No one seemed able to console him. Then after he was injured again, I was so terrified. He wouldn't eat or drink. We've had to force broths and teas down him and he's fought us constantly. Then a day or so ago, it was almost like he just gave up altogether. I thought we were going to lose him."

As Hercules entered the bedroom, he saw Antares sitting near the still figure. Hercules sat down on the edge of the bed and reached up and gently brushed aside a stray lock of hair above the new bandages. Iolaus was so pale and motionless and fear once again crept through his heart.

Before Hercules could even utter a word though, his touch permeated Iolaus' subconscious and the pained blue eyes shot open almost as if on verbal command. "My Herc!" came the faint cry.

Hercules smiled. "I'm here, Iolaus."

Even as weakened as he was, somehow Iolaus found the strength to rise up, seeking the safe shelter of the demigod's arms. "My Herc!"

Hercules wrapped loving arms around his friend and held tight to the almost frail shaking body. "It's all right. Shhh!! I'm here. I'm here, now. Shhh!! It's okay," he soothed gently rocking Iolaus. When the trembling finally stopped, the demigod tried to settle his friend back down, but Iolaus became greatly agitated, clinging to him with an almost death-like grip. Hercules finally repositioned himself up against the headboard. The blond burrowed comfortably into the warm embrace, as Hercules tenderly stroked his back. A short while later, Iolaus wearily slumped against the demigod, sound asleep. Even then, it was awhile before Hercules was finally able to get up and slide Iolaus back down into the bed. Almost as soon as he was settled, and although never fully waking, Iolaus reached out a restless, searching hand. Hercules grasped it and smiled as it relaxed and nestled comfortingly in his own hand. His other hand began gently massaging Iolaus' temples, which evoked a small contented sigh, as a semblance of a smile played across the sleeping man's lips.

Alcmene, Jason and Antares were sitting in the living room when Hercules finally emerged. They had left the bedroom earlier, all dabbing at misty eyes over the scene that had unfolded.

Alcmene rose and went to her son and hugged him. She looked into the tired face. "Son, why don't you go and get some rest. You're exhausted."

"I can't, Mother. I need to stay with Iolaus tonight in case he wakes again. I want him to know I'm here."

Knowing it would be useless to even argue, she nodded. "All right, dear."

After they left, Hercules returned to the bedroom. As he settled into the old familiar chair, he realized he had thought that he had seen the last of the bandages. Now here was a new one encircling Iolaus' head. A wave of sickness passed over him as he remembered all the pain and suffering Iolaus had been through over these past several weeks. 'Would it never end?' With those thoughts he finally sank back into the chair and closed his eyes.

Once during the night, Iolaus awoke and called out fearfully for him. Hercules moved over and sat on the edge of the bed, gave him some water and began massaging his temples.

"It's alright, my friend. I'm back and I promise I won't leave again for awhile. Not until I know you're able to let me go. You just rest and get well. We have plenty of time."

But the small blond lay for a long time just watching Hercules before he finally succumbed and fell back into a peaceful sleep. Hercules knew he probably had feared the demigod might disappear again.

With Hercules nearby, Iolaus seemed happy and content once again and his recovery progressed well. The headaches that had been plaguing him, finally seemed to lessen.

About two weeks later, during a rare visit from his royal brother, the family joined Hercules for dinner in their suite. Iolaus had joined them for the meal, but soon afterwards Hercules had sent the weary blond off to bed.

Small progress had been made: as long as Hercules left the door ajar and Iolaus could occasionally hear his voice, he no longer needed constant visual contact of the demigod.

As Hercules rejoined the family, the topic finally came up about Hercules' future missions. He knew he could not continuously consent to Xena and Gabrielle handling all the problems. There would come a time when he would have to leave again.

Someone broached the subject of having a permanent caretaker for Iolaus. Hercules was hesitant at first, but finally realized it made sense. He had already vetoed Alcmene's and Jason's volunteering. They had been gracious about the last time, but they, too, had responsibilities and obligations and Iolaus would be a full-time job.

Iphicles suggested putting out a request for a caretaker and Hercules could interview those who came. Hercules was still not totally sure how Iolaus would handle this whole idea. However, he knew it needed to be done and finally agreed.

Hercules had almost despaired of finding anyone. He couldn't believe some of the people who had come. He was looking for someone who was kind, understanding, and patient, yet firm. Like a small child, Iolaus on occasion would grow suddenly stubborn and when pressed would throw a temper tantrum. They were rare and were usually when he was not feeling well. Yet it emphasized the need to have someone who had the strength to handle him. He had not forgotten Iolaus' last painful encounter with the guards.

Each person was introduced to Iolaus and would be allowed to spend some time with him, under Hercules' watchful eye. However, Hercules had seen no one to whom he would be willing to turn over the care of his best friend.

He had gotten a little upset with his Mother at one point, when she indicated that he was probably being too critical, until she finally came in on a couple of the interviews. She then realized the enormity of the situation of her son finding the right person. She would never have turned over Iolaus' care to those applicants either.

Just when all had seemed hopeless, Neleus, a man in his early fifties appeared at the castle. He was not quite as tall as Hercules, dark hair, a muscular build, a gentle smile and brown sympathetic eyes. He had reminded Hercules somewhat of Cyrus.

Neleus informed them he had experience in caring for almost the same type of injuries as Iolaus'. He had references from the family of his last job, whose son had died of a sudden fever just a few months prior. He had cared for the youth for over five years.

When Neleus had finally been introduced to Iolaus, he had seemed genuinely interested in him. Unlike the other candidates, who had tried to impress Hercules, Neleus had readily approached Iolaus and concentrated his efforts toward him.

Iolaus had sat in a chair and watched the man, turning occasionally to Hercules as if not quite understanding what was happening. Neleus had tried to get his attention and keep him occupied, but Iolaus did not seem to be cooperating well.

Alcmene and Jason had come in just a while before and had also stood watching the proceedings.

Finally Neleus approached Hercules. "I'm sorry, this may sound very presumptuous of me, but might I ask a chance to be with him alone for awhile."

Hercules straightened up and a look of objection overshadowed his face. "I don't think that's such a good ..."

Neleus quietly interrupted him. "I'm afraid he keeps looking to you whenever he's unsure. If I am to care for him, we need to see whether he might respond to me. How about giving me about a half-hour with him. By then we should both know whether I'm right for this position."

Before Hercules could say anything, Alcmene spoke up. "Son, it seems like a reasonable request."

Hercules looked at Jason and saw him nod. It was still hard for him, in reality, to turn over Iolaus' care to anyone else, even temporarily. However, he reluctantly agreed.

"Alright!"

"Thank you, young man. I really would like a chance to show you what I can do."

"I guess you deserve it. I'll be back in a while."

The three turned to leave. Hercules allowed his Mother and Jason to pass and then started through the door himself. Neleus had gone back over to Iolaus and was standing nearby when Iolaus realized Hercules was leaving. Panic come over him and he bounded out of the chair, only to be caught by Neleus' strong arms.

Without looking back, Hercules quickly closed the door behind him. He stood with his back against it, his eyes closed, as he heard his name being cried out over and over. A hand came down on his shoulder as the cries inside the room finally subsided. He opened his eyes and saw his Mother's smiling face. "It's time to let go, Hercules."

As she spoke, a guard came toward them announcing that there was a visitor for Hercules down in the main hall. Hercules reluctantly made his way there, his heart and mind still back in the west wing. What he encountered the hall there was a stranger seeking help for his distant town. Hercules realized, if he went, it could probably take him away for approximately two or three weeks.

He was about to send one more mission to Xena, when Jason, seeing the look in his eyes, reminded him of what was going on back in the west wing. If this man, Neleus, did work out, this would be a great opportunity for Hercules to start out on his journeys again. By the time the stranger was finished with his appeal for the demigod's help, forty-five minutes had elapsed. Hercules was anxious to get back to the west wing and find out what had happened.

Hercules asked the traveler if he could wait for a short while and he would give him an answer soon. Alcmene had the man escorted to the dining room, with orders for him to be fed.

The three proceeded back to the west wing. Part of Hercules wanted this to work and part of him didn't. He knew that sooner or later he would have to leave. He needed to know Iolaus would be well taken care of and be able to handle his absence. But if he was truly honest, a small part of him selfishly wanted this all to fail. For Iolaus to need him. In many ways, the 'friendship/brotherhood' aspect of their lives had now become 'father/son'. And unbeknowingly and subconsciously, Hercules had become the loving, devoted father Iolaus had never known.

When they got to the door, Hercules sighed and hesitantly entered. Iolaus was still sitting in the chair, but there was no look of panic or terror on his face. Neleus rose as they came in.

"Well, how did it go?" asked Alcmene.

"I think it went very well," said Neleus. "He was a little upset when you all first left, but I started to tell him a story and he seemed to calm down." Neleus laughed. "I'm not sure how much he understood, of course, but I think he seemed to enjoy it."

Alcmene smiled sadly. "Iolaus always did love a good story. And he told some of the best, too."

The three turned to Hercules and there was complete silence in the room as everyone seemed to wait on him. All of them, except for Iolaus, seemed to realize the importance of the silence. But the choice was obvious.

"When can you start?" Hercules finally asked.

"My bag is with me. I can start whenever you'd like."

"I've been called away. I'd like to leave early in the morning. Is that all right with you?"

"Fine. I appreciate the opportunity. Thank you."

"You can move into my bedroom tomorrow after I've left."

"Great."

Alcmene and Jason looked at each other and smiled. They knew this wasn't an easy decision. Jason came toward Neleus and shook his hand. "Welcome! Come, we'll take you to your room for tonight. Hercules, we'll let the villager know you'll be leaving with him tomorrow. We'll get him settled as well."

Hercules nodded.

Alone at last, Hercules turned to see Iolaus starting to drift off in the chair. This had been the longest he had been up yet. Hercules came over and knelt by the chair. "Hey, my friend, it's time for bed," he spoke quietly, his hand on Iolaus' shoulder. Iolaus' only response was to turn his head to the other side of the chair. Hercules smiled and rose, gently scooping up the sleepy figure to carry him into the bedroom. A constriction formed in his throat as Iolaus reached up unconsciously and placed his arms around Hercules' neck and snuggled closer. Once again, the warm, protective 'father' instinct crept through Hercules' heart. How would he ever be able to leave tomorrow, he wondered.

As Hercules sat in the chair next to the bed, he leaned back wearily. Now that he had made the decision, he wanted to run back out and tell them he was wrong. He had changed his mind. He couldn't do this. But he knew he wouldn't. He sat for a long time in the chair, just watching Iolaus sleep. Tomorrow was going to be very painful for him, especially with the disaster of the last mission still in his mind. Plus, he had made Iolaus a promise before. Had he fulfilled it? Was Iolaus ready to let him go? It appeared so, but only time would tell.

He knew he needed rest for the journey and he knew he would never get any decent sleep in the chair, so he reluctantly rose. He pulled the covers up around his friend and went to his own room and got ready for bed.

Hercules was up bright and early the next morning, almost before the sun rose. He put in a carry sack what he would need for the journey and left the rest for servants to move after he was gone. He went to Iolaus' bedroom door and stopped. Leaning up against the door jam, he rested his head back against it. There seemed to be a constriction in his throat again and his eyes were misting. He had known it was going to be difficult, but he hadn't realized until now how hard it really was to leave both Iolaus and this suite of rooms which the two had shared. For even when he returned, Neleus would be established here with Iolaus. There would be no room for him in this suite any longer. He would be nearby, yes, but somehow it just would never be the same. Once again he wondered if he was doing the right thing in leaving so soon. But he had given his word.

Hercules decided not to wake Iolaus. It would be too hard to walk out while Iolaus was watching. So he quietly entered, reached over and lightly touched his friend's forehead, eliciting a small sigh from the sleeper. "Goodbye, my friend," he said almost inaudibly. "I'll be back as soon as I can. Be happy and well!" Then he left swiftly, before he changed his mind.

Neleus was up early, too, and arrived at the door of the suite as Hercules came out of the bedroom. The demigod gave him some last minute directions and requests, and then prepared to leave. "Please, keep him safe. I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Don't worry, Hercules. I promise you, I'll take good care of him for you."

They shook hands and Hercules left the west wing with mixed emotions. Finally he, and the villager, were on their way, after having said his goodbyes to his Mother and Jason. They had encouraged him by telling him he would probably see a much improved Iolaus by the time he returned.

Once again he left them information of the route he was taking, in case they would need him. Despite the fact that he trusted Neleus to care for Iolaus, a small part of him still worried about leaving Iolaus' welfare to another. Did anyone know his friend as well as he did? Could anyone love him or care for him any better than he himself?

But he also knew he had to go on this journey; he couldn't let others continue to do his work. Iolaus would have never wanted that. He remembered back, as he had done many times before, at their conversation on the way to Delos: "Promise me that if anything happens to me, you'll continue on with what you're -- what we're -- doing," Iolaus had asked. Why hadn't he taken that whole conversation more seriously? Why hadn't he watched over Iolaus more closely? He grew angry at his own flip response: "How about if I promise to protect you?" Well, anger wouldn't change anything, but he could at least honor Iolaus' last spoken request.

The trip was long, but the fight at the other end was no more than he usually faced. One more monster to subdue. All in all, it had been a rather routine trip -- at least routine for Hercules; although he knew Iolaus' presence would have made the mission a bit easier. But then again, Iolaus was home safe and sound for a change. So, happy with that in mind, he made short work of the task and sooner than he had hoped, he was on his way back to Corinth.

Sadly, the trip home in itself turned out to be extremely hard. There was no comforting presence at his side. No smiling, bubbling laughter. No endless babble. He even missed the loud, bawdy songs. Right now he'd give anything to hear one of them.

He grimly realized that this was what the future now held for him. He shook the thoughts from his mind and quickly picked up his pace for Corinth. But as luck would have it, he was delayed on the way by another problem that 'only Hercules' could handle.

After this new emergency, Hercules had finally made good time back to Corinth. He stopped on a small rise and saw the outline of the stately castle spread out before him in the fading sun. A smile crossed his face. At last. Home! The place his heart now dwelt!

He hadn't felt this kind of anticipation about returning home in a long time. It was a bittersweet reminder of his journeys away from his own family. The missions were important and people needed