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This Mountain Top: Hillsys Stalker
While sitting on this mountain top
I've begun to realize
that I'm running out of time
to tell you my good-byes.

Which really isn't fair to you;
after all the things we've done
and all that we've been through
you should, at least, get one.

Sitting on this mountain top,
while you try
to dry your eyes,
I try to say my last good-bye.

But then you rest against my shoulder
and I finally start to see
that you've grown much older
than the girl you used to be.

Sitting on this mountain top
has made me realize
why I shouldn't even try
to tell you my good-bye.

You've given up a lot for me
and there's a few things that I stole;
your home, your friends, your family
plus your heart and soul.

Sitting on this mountain top,
with you by my side,
has made me realize
that I can never say good-bye.

Long Story:

FluffyWuffieBunny
In times of ancient Gods, there lived a courageous blonde who did wield a great weapon. The Egyptians revered the foreigner as a sacred warrior, despite her strange bouts of insanity and mourning triggered by mundane things, like turnips. They assumed it was because of her height problem. So they never brought it up. But little did they know, this particularly stumpy woman was no other than Gabrielle, the great battling bard of Potidaea. And her delirious depression was woefully bestowed upon her shoulders when Xena dumped her for a Japanese girl half her age. I mean, really, how was she supposed to compete with that? She wrote poetry, and had crazy nice hair. Seriously. These kind of people just don't exist. Let alone pop out of nowhere and steal someone's soul mate. So needless to say, Gabby was heartbroken. And this is the story of her stages to recovery.

Stage one: Denial.
Gabrielle walked along the Nile River, pondering to herself while admiring the view. *of her reflection* "By the Gods, my hair looks cute shoulder length. At least, I look better than season 4s 'sheep do'." And while she was leaning over to examine herself a bit closer, thinking "Ew. Is that a zit?" something stirred beneath the surface. Too preoccupied with preening herself, the bard didn't notice as something prepared to strike. But when the massive crocodile lunged itself at her exposed flesh, she instinctually grabbed the trusty weapon at her side and sliced it's neck. Blood squirted like a fountain as the creature writhed on the sand. Gabrielle breathed deeply. That was close. Too close. She felt something drip down her wrist and she looked over at the chakram in her hand, covered in the animal's blood. Gabby hit her forehead with the palm of her free hand, groaning to herself. "Xena's going to kill me when she sees that I used her chakram. Hey.. Why do I even have it? I should go find her." Gabrielle decided that was the best plan of action and wandered the desert yelling her legendary war cry; "XENAA?!"
Alas, it was to no avail. The sun was already setting, and she realized she was hungry. So she retreated back to the King's palace, who was hosting her as an honorary guest.
After she informed a maid with a chipper attitude that she wanted something to eat, she went back to her bedchamber. After she closed the door behind her, she hesitated at the impatient figure sitting cross armed in front of her. "Xena... I can explain. This uh, giant lizard thing covered with spikey scales jumped at me with it's teeth and.." Gabrielle stopped her reenactment when she noticed Xena's uninterested expression. "...Ok, Xena. Just take it, lecture me about how it's not a toy, and just get it over with already." Gabrielle outstretched the chakram towards the leather clad woman, but Xena made no attempt to take it. Gabby looked at her smugly and put it on the bed for her to get it herself. After many moments of silence, Gabrielle formally apologized. And begged like the cute puppy she used to be all those 4 seasons ago. With her innocence gone, and a few facial wrinkles, it didn't go over as well as it used to. Nevertheless she scooted over to the warrior princess, and rested her head on her shoulder. "I'm so happy that we'll never be apart, Xena. No matter what, nothing will come between us..."
Meanwhile, the raven haired maid who stood in the door way witnessing Gabrielle's imaginary touchy-feely moment thought to herself; "Damn, that girl's crazy."

Stage two: Anger.
Gabrielle awoke the next morning alone, while nuzzling a bloody chakram. She retracts in disgust, and rushes over to a basin of water to rinse away the cracking brown blood from her face and hair.
She looks over at the little wheel of death and it reminds her that Xena isn't here. Xena left. Left her. For Akemi. Her insides rage and her head pulsates with hot pressure. She yells out in anguish as the image of Xena with that little whore flashes through her mind. She throws the basin of water across the room. A sliver of satisfaction teases her mind as the violent adrenaline almost distracted her. But they came back. The thoughts of revenge. Hatred. And Akemi, flooding her system. She grabbed anything within reach, and started smashing it. Everything was blurred with destruction, chaos, and the ever hanging feeling of betrayal.
With all the commotion, several servants came to see what the matter was. What they found was a deranged woman yelling out to the Gods. "IT'S NOT FAIR. I GAVE EVERYTHING TO HER!!! And yet she chews me up and spits me out like I'm nothing?! Well screw the warrior princess! That son of a bacchae can go to tartartus for all I care! Reincarnation my a**, if I see her in the next life, she better watch her back!”
The chamberlain had to duck as a vase flew towards his head. Nobody was exactly sure what to do to calm her down, but before they could come to a plan of action (or restraint), Gabrielle stopped. Wait a minute... Tartartus? Hades... The after life.. That's it!

Stage three: Bargaining.
Frankly, Egypt wasn't sorry to see her go. Although a great hero, her mood swings cost them enough already. But Gabrielle didn't notice in the least. She was far too caught up in her own issues to care. She packed her scrolls, The Chakram (it was too weird for her to try to say it was hers), and the food she scrounged up in the market. Even though they were from different countries, bartering is a language in itself. And it was definitely something she knew how to do well. Gabrielle started her journey counting on those exact skills to try and get her soul mate back where she belonged. Next to Gabby. Duh.
Gabrielle glanced down at the map, and looked to her right to see she had almost reached her destination. The small temple in the distance almost lightened her mood as she started into a run towards it. On her way, she only tripped once. Ok, maybe twice. But the second time she practically caught herself, so it doesn't count.
By the time she got to the guarded double doors, she had sand up the whazoo. (And Xena really hated that.) But Gabrielle was in no position to bathe right now, so instead she confronted the guards asking entrance. Luckily for her, one of them spoke Greek. So she explained her situation logically and passionately to the guard; "Ok, so, I had this super hot life partner named Xena, right? I mean, we kind of had an open relationship, but that doesn't mean she can kill herself to be with this little buck toothed girl. I mean, why she chose her over these abs beats me. But anyway, I need to get her back because I think I'm going a little crazy in the head without her. And since I'm out of Hades land, I figured this place was the next best-" "You know what? JUST GO IN! For the love of Osiris, if it'll shut you up just go in already!" The impatient guard interrupted, but before Gabrielle could chastise him on his rude manners, she went ahead and walked inside the temple of Anubis.
The temple was empty besides her self, and was covered with strange scriptures and paintings.
She was admiring an onyx statue of a man, well, mostly man. It had the strangest face. Almost that of a dog. But when Gabrielle saw the statue blink and c**k it's head at her with a confused expression, she jumped backwards and fell on her a**. It was not the best first impression to give when meeting a God. But he gracefully held out a stone like hand to help her up. Gabrielle accepted it and was at a lost for what to say when on her feet again.
What was she even here for again? Oh right. Xena. "Hey. You’re Anubis, right?" Anubis nodded his head silently. "Great. I was uh wondering if you could do me a favor, considering you’re the God of dead things and everything. Do you think you could bring my girlfriend back from the dead? I kind of miss her, and you know, she has a lot of connections over at Mount Olympus. Or... What's left of it. And I'm sure she could get you some cool new power or blessing if you did! Oh, but no living dead zombie crap. Our relationship wasn't solely a physical one. We uh... Yeah, never mind. Do you think you could do it?" Gabrielle looked into his black eyes desperately, as he hesitated, and then slowly shook his head no. "Seriously? C'mon! I know you CAN! Why won't you? Do you want something else? My soul, maybe? Really, please. I need her back. This shouldn't have happened to me. Do you understand that we belong together? We just need a second chance to.." Anubis held up his hand asking her to stop, and after a moment of silence, he said to her in a low voice, resembling a growl, but not in the least predatorily. "I'm sorry for your loss. But her soul lies in a different realm. A place where I have no power. I cannot help you." Gabrielle managed to whisper oh in response, and remembering her mortal etiquette, she bowed to Anubis, not able to mutter a cohesive thank you, she gave up entirely, and turned to leave.

Stage four: Depression
However Gabrielle managed to stumble upon the seedy dive she was currently sitting in beats me. But here she sat nonetheless. Five empty mead mugs (and a couple half full) sat in front of the pathetically drunk Gabrielle. When she lifted her head, sodden with mucus and tears, she looked over at the white haired, slightly thicker, yet just as drunk woman next to her. “Wha brings” *hick* “ayoo here?” Somehow, she managed to find the only other Greek person in the bar, and immediately became attached to the old woman. She scratched her butt before replying “I’m done. Ya know? I’m given er up.” Gabrielle’s eyes watered up again, and she choked out “Me too”.
“Fer the past 27 years, I’ve been following these two sons of baccaes, just tryin’ to catch up and settle an ol’ score. But o curse they got away, those ingrates. But now, it’s all over. Ol’ Moronicus gives up. The harlot an tin man win.” Moronicus took a large swig of her grog, and Gabrielle looked at her sympathetically. She patted her back. “Go on, nao. Juss let it all out.” Moronicus held her head in her hands, ashamed maybe. “I’m just a co’plete failure. I tink it all started out with my childhood...” Gabby nodded her head every other second, her eyes just barely open, while simultaneously drinking more mead. “Ya see, my mama was a harlot, and my daddy was a drinker. An when I was yunger an purdier, I was never courted by no man. So I juss got old an fat an mean. Tat’s da only way to live in dis here world, though. Ya gotta stick up fer yerself, fer tartarus’ sake. ‘Specially when yer alone like meself”
Moronicus belched at the end of her speech, and Gabrielle burst into tears. “But I…. I dunn wanna be fat and alone! I want Xeenaaa!” Gabrielle started wailing loudly. Everyone in the bar got a little uncomfortable, except Moronicus, of course. Who, not sure what else to do, offered her some grog. “Life’s a bacchae, ain’t it?” Gabrielle kept sobbing on the bar for a couple more hours. The barkeep tried to ask Moronicus if she could calm her down, but she just spat insults at him through her drunken teeth. Eventually, the old hag passed out on the floor, and Gabrielle decided to go up to her room. She was crying while going up the stairs, crying as she opened the door, ran over to the window, puked out of it, and as she curled up in a corner, she cried some more.

Stage five: Acceptance
When Gabrielle awoke the next morning (with a hangover) she heard birds singing outside her room. She opened the window, and croaked out “SHADDUP, WILL YA?!”
The birds silenced immediately.
Gabrielle made her way downstairs, and asked the barkeep for a cold compress, and a glass of water. He held his breath as he handed them to her, but of course she didn’t notice.
As Gabby sat there nursing her water; she was also oblivious to the flies swirling above her head. And her aura of stench, obviously. But she wasn’t the only one with such sweet of an aroma. For Moronicus just now woke up, a few feet away on the ground. She stretched her old and decrepit body, and sat up. Spying Gabrielle, she made her way over to sit next to her. “Hay, you look real famill’ar. You’re that one person’s daughter, right? Yeah, I know you. Yeah, hay, how ya doing? Wanna buy me a drink?” Gabrielle was trying to drone out all the sound around her, which for some reason all seemed incredibly louder today, so to try and shut her up, Gabrielle waved for the barkeep and asked him to get whatever that old woman wanted. This of course turned out to be strong liquor. Moronicus chugged it down with one gulp. “Ahh. Nothing like hair of the dog to start yer day right.” Gabrielle chuckled dryly before replying “Haha, no thanks. I think I’m going to stay obstinate from alcohol for the rest of my life.” Moronicus was dumb struck by the mere idea, and sat silent in shock.
After a bit, Gabrielle decided to properly introduce herself, and held out a hand towards her. “I’m Gabrielle.” Moronicus wiped her nose with the back of her hand before taking it. “Moronicus.” Gabrielle smiled, and then pulled out a couple dinars to pay her tab. When she was about the stand up to leave, Moronicus asked “Say, uh, Gabriel, where are ya headin off ta?” Gabrielle thought for a second. “Well, I thought Egypt was looking for a girl with a chakram, but I might have been wrong. So I don’t know yet.” Moronicus shuffled her feet, and took a look around the bar. “Well, I was fixin’ to leave this scene anyhoo, an I thought maybe I could travel with ya fer a bit. That is if ya don’t mind er nothin’.” Gabrielle considered the elderly scamp, and thought the company would be funny if anything. “No, not at all.”
Moronicus’ eyes welled up towards the kind blonde bard, but she soon pulled her self together before saying “I don’t got nuthin’ to pack, so I’m ready when you are.” “Then let’s go, Moronicus.” She smiled a near toothless grin at Gabrielle, and the two recovering souls walked out of the bar together.
No one can replace Xena in Gabrielle’s heart. She knows that. But Xena wouldn’t want her to give up on life without her. Realizing that, Gabrielle decided to stop trying to change the past. She has to accept what’s done in order to look towards mending the present, and healing the future. “Hay. Pull my fingar.”
In whatever way her life presents it.
The end!`

Yay! Lulu will definitely enter! whee

I'd enter, but the fic I'm working on is a slash fic and definitely rated NC-17, so I'll prolly just keep working on that, and not enter. Plus, I have a Doctor Who fic that I need to be working on, too, plus the comic, and I'm supposed to also be editing this other girl's fic, but it sucks, and I really just have too many projects going on right now. eek sweatdrop

Maybe I could do a little drabble fic, but I'm not promising anything.

Well it could be poetry.
Or should it just a be a short story?

*clap clap clap*

eh um! eek sorry! eek *fixes my burret then slurps my cofee* *snap snap snap*

Right on, daddio!