Subject: xover: Climax (01/24) Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2000 13:42:09 -0000 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Climax: Rematch with Ares (01/24) By David J. Duncan Originally Written November 1999 Posted December 2000-January 2001 Note 1: Nick, Nat, LaCroix and Tracy are from FK and are owned by Sony Tristar. Xena, Gabrielle, Ares, Alti and Callisto are from Xena Warrior Princess which is under StudiosUSA and were created by Rob Talpert and John Schulian. The other characters are mine. They are fictious and any references to a living person is purely coincidental. Note 2: For the Xena fans out there, this story's prologue and interlude take place between "Adventures in the Sin Trade" and "Family Affair" (Episodes 4.1-4.3). For my purposes, Callisto does not die at the end of "Sacrifice II". Prologue (Ancient Greece) "Gabrielle!" In the central chamber of Ares' temple, Xena stared down the shaft into the fiery glow. Just minutes before, her best friend, Gabrielle, and their enemy, Hope, had fallen down into the lava below. The Warrior Princess's heart was in her throat. How could this happen? Didn't the two companions always walk away after the battle was over? A tear drizzled down her cheek. "You have to be strong. You know that life isn't fair," she steeled herself and stood up. "Gabrielle would want you to go on." She walked out of the chamber towards Argo, her white steed, and rode off to wherever the road would take them. Moments later, a flash of light illuminated the chamber and a tall, muscular figure with jet-black hair and a leather suit to match entered the scene. Ares, the Greek god of war, surveyed his damaged throne area. True, he had let Dahak, the Evil One, and Hope commandeer his temple. However, as he reminded himself, that was out of necessity.... One always needed to survive and his alliance with those two entities were purely that...necessity. Now, as Xena had disposed of them, he could set his next plan into action. "Time to get the followers to work on my temple," he decided and teleported off to find a surviving priest to help him. ************************************************** Two weeks later, his mortal followers had completely repaired the temple and cleansed the throne room of Dahak's redecorating efforts. Ares brooded on his granite throne. He wanted revenge....against Xena....against his half-brother Hercules and everyone else who opposed him. "Damn them!" he fumed. "Now Ares...," a female voice soothed. The speaker, Discord, stepped into the light. This woman was dressed in black with hair and makeup to match. "They did beat you fair and square." "Discord, I know that!" he muttered low. "Just like the last time. Remember that?" she continued. She loved to egg Ares on. "Yes, I know," he seethed. Recently, the two had sent their followers through time to retrieve a Britannic necklace, and a priestess named Cybelle Rogers. His strike force brought the commodities to him. However, Xena had struck an alliance with powerful mortals from that time. These people ventured back in time, and assisted in thwarting Ares' grand plan not to mention taking the Rogers woman back with them. "The mortal male sure did have a temper...," she teased. "Even half-dead, he still stood up to you." He hated to admit it, but she was right. Oh, if he could have tapped that mortal's darkness....the results would have been awesome to behold. Just the fireworks from his battle with Cybelle was something else. Then again, what's-his-name would have proven too difficult to handle in any event..... "I will have my revenge for their interference in my plans!" he affirmed and submarined a fireball which scored a nearby pillar. "You could go there with the Chronos stone," she suggested. "I wouldn't be at full power. Still, as the god of war, I should be powerful enough to beat anyone. Still, it wouldn't hurt to recruit a few allies...But who?" he surmised. Then, one possibility crept into his mind. "Gods, not her..." Discord sensed his thoughts. "C'mon, Ares, you know that Callisto's perfect for the job," she insisted. "The thought of working with that woman makes me sick!", he bellowed. Then, after a contemplative moment. Ares broke out laughing. "It's brilliant! And with Caesar's troops, we will be invincible!" he concluded. "There's another enemy of Xena's worth considering as well," Discord pointed out. Ares pondered the thought. Yes. He had heard about a powerful shamaness from the Steppe. Somehow, she tapped a man's thoughts and fears....and used them against him. In addition, she had masterminded the murder of an Amazon tribe. Obviously, she was not someone to be taken lightly. And if Cybelle were to appear, this woman would balance the sides. "Yes, I agree....Go fetch Callisto," he directed. She sighed angrily at her companion's order, "Be back." Ares watched her vanish. After a momentary hesitation, he followed suit. ********************************************************** Xena shuddered with relief. She had just survived a confrontation with her greatest enemy, Alti the Shamaness. In spite of the physical and spiritual pounding that she had taken, it was the Warrior Princess who stood on the ground and her adversary who swung on a tree bough impaled through her chest. Only with the inspiration from Gabrielle's spirit did she triumph over her adversary. Through this aid, Xena had realized that her best friend was indeed still alive. "Potadeia!" she exclaimed. "She would have gone home!" With that thought, she leapt onto Argo's back and prompted her horse on a rapid gallop towards the southeast. As the hoofbeats faded away in the distance, Ares stepped into view. From his hidden vantage point, he had observed the battle in the treetops. "Nice fight. Too bad...," he admired and waved his hands purposefully. Alti's corpse shook briefly and slid off of the tree bough. With Ares' magic, she floated to the ground. "Now, let's finish the job," he smiled and fired an energy bolt at Alti's body. The corpse shuddered. Her fists clenched. Her eyes snapped open and she staggered to her feet. Looking at her healer, she scratched her headdress puzzledly. "Who are you?" Ares straightened himself. "I am Ares, god of war," he explained. "I need help against a common nuisance." He examined the woman in front of him. She stood about 6 feet tall with intense dark eyes. Animal hides covered her head and body, except for her face and hands. Atop her head, a set of deer's antlers signified her standing as a shamaness. Alti nodded. "Xena. Are you planning to go after her?" "Not directly," he shook his head. "We will go after her friends." "Friends?" she hissed. "You mean the blonde? I owe her." "No...not yet. There are others. But where Xena goes, Gabrielle follows," he explained. An dark smile crossed her face. "Xena and I will meet again...," she vowed prophetically. Ares admired this woman's presence. Discord had done well to suggest Alti's assistance in this endeavor. Very well indeed. "Come with me, then. We go to make our preparations," he elaborated and teleported them both away. *************************************************** While Ares revived Alti, Discord had retrieved the other participants in their strike force. For one thing, an elite Roman squadron stood outside of Ares' temple. Their commander waited impatiently for his ally's return. Julius Caesar was not a man who liked to be kept waiting...for man nor god. "When is Ares returning?" he ranted. "Chill, Caesar!" Discord advised. In the other corner, a lanky blond dressed in revealing leather armor shook her head with disgust at her would-be compatriot. While most people would not dare to do so, there was more to Callisto then the average would think. On the one hand, her fierce anger and hatred for Xena had forged her into a formidable killing machine. And that was before she ate the ambrosia that had made her into a god. She had no patience for this man...and was fighting the urge to teach him some manners. "Oh be quiet!" she lashed out. "He'll be here soon!" "I hope so!" he hrumphed. "The little man needs to realize how insignificant he really is," Callisto told herself. Just then, a flash of light brightened the chamber. When it had faded, Ares and Alti stood with the others. "Good!" Ares approved. "You're all here. Before we get started, this is Alti, our ally against Xena." The members of the gathering acknowledged her briefly, albeit warily. The war god settled on his throne. "Now listen up," he bade his cohorts. "Here's the plan." For 20 minutes, he outlined his ideas to the group. At the end, he looked around. Caesar, of course, wasn't happy because he had to follow with the others. On the other hand, Alti discovered that she would fit in well with this "Cadre of Vengeance" even if it meant sharing in Xena's defeat with the others. "In this case," she decided. "The end justifies the means." "Are we ready then?" Ares inquired eagerly. "If so, let's head outside." The others followed him out of the temple and down the granite stairs so that they faced the Roman troops. "Let's go!" he urged and held a glowing emerald stone above his head. "To the future!" In an lime-green flash, the entire group disappeared. Trouble was definitely headed in someone's direction..... Please send questions,comments, or suggestions to dante26@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com Subject: xover: Climax (02/24) Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2000 13:44:39 -0000 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Climax: Rematch with Ares (02/24) By David J. Duncan November 1999 For Notes, see Part 1 Chapter 1 (Back in the FK Universe....) The trip to South Carolina had been very helpful. As David and Angela Dubois prepared to board American Airlines Flight 5872, they looked back over the past week. Given what had happened to them in recent months, Dave and Angie had decided to visit their friends, Karen and Matthew Montoya. While there, the four friends had worked on their psychic abilities as well as other exercises for the mind and body. However, Dave's anger had continued to fester just beneath the surface. He did not know what to do. At least their friends thought that he had made progress and counseled both students on their emotional bearing prior to their return. Now, Karen stood back in the waiting area, observing her old friends. "Remember to think positive thoughts," she advised. "We will," they chorused. "Dave, I know that you are trying very hard. But, there's still that other side of you that I'm worried about. Please try to come back soon. There is much work for you both to do. Please give my best to Cybelle and Francesca when you talk to them," Karen directed. Angie took a quick look back at the Montoyas and reminisced over the previous two decades. For years, Karen and Dave had been friends and more. However, they broke up. Ironically enough, she met and married Angie's former love, Matt Montoya. Then, six years before, they had set up a blind date for Angie up in Connecticut with Dave. However, the final irony came when Dave, Angie, and Karen all learned that they had extraordinary psychic abilities. The shared experiences and abilities had served to bring the friends together even more. "Speaking of Cybelle, she sends her best as well," Dave replied pleasantly. "Thank you!" Karen accepted. >From within the waiting area, Matt's voice interrupted this interchange. "Hey, Honey, let's go! Your sister's going to have dinner waiting for us!" "You've been paged," Angie joked. "Better get in there before Matt goes with his stomach...," Dave chimed in humorously. "Besides, he's got the meter running, and I don't think that you can afford the tab...." Karen grinned. It did her heart good to hear Dave joke like that. She was concerned about the peaking darkness within her friend. So much potential...yet so much trouble as well. Hopefully, they could work through these things. "See you soon," she told them, and walked back toward her family. The plane took took off like a shot and disappeared into the night sky. After getting their daughters, Karen, Lauren, and Deirdre, settled into their seats, Dave plopped himself next to his wife. "That's something isn't it?" Angie surmised. "What a week! But, I do feel better." Dave agreed, "I feel as though I have a better handle on my feelings. Not totally. But at least, I'm making progress...." She rubbed his arm consolingly. "Look, Dave", she advised. "Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither is your self-control. Remember what Karen just told us. Take one day at a time. OK?" He nodded. She could always cut to the chase with him, but she did so in the most appropriate fashion-with love and support. That kind of constructive criticism had been rare commodities for Dave. Rare indeed. "Come on....The twins and Deirdre are already asleep in their seats. We should get some rest as well, seeing as we have to be at work early tomorrow," she reminded him. He groaned pleasantly, "Back to life....Back to reality." ***************************************************** A week later, Dave stared out his office window in the University Library. It was a typical December day for Tucson: sunny, mild and not a cloud in the sky. As was the case for that time of the year, the sun sank in the western sky at about 5PM. Just as he was about to leave, another message flashed across his computer screen from his dean, Caitlin Sommers, concerning the Libraries' Annual Report. "Let's see....The message isn't starred, so it can wait until tomorrow. No instructional sessions until next week....collection development is all caught up until after the new year, and the web pages are all working. Anything else?" he wondered. As if on cue, the phone made its presence felt. "Figures," he muttered and answered it, "Good afternoon, University Library, David speaking..." "Well, hi there!" Angie cheered. "Guess who?" "Sorry, I don't take sales calls here, Miss," he chuckled teasingly. "State your business. How bad is your boss going to keep you after tonight..?" "Only until 9PM. Then, I will come right home," she promised. "The girls are all set. Francesca's got them." "Sounds good," he agreed. "Then I guess that I could go see Nick. Does he have the night off?" "According to Natalie, he does. And since the two of us are tied up here with our oh-so charming patient here....you might as well go hang out with him," she explained. "Is that okay with you?" "Sure. I'll see you later. Say hi to Natalie. Okay? Take care. Love you," he closed and hung up. "Okay it's 5:30. Definitely time for me to make tracks," he thought. He locked his office door and walked out of the library towards the parking garage on Cherry Avenue. Five minutes later, Dave was heading towards Nick's downtown loft apartment. ******************************************* "Love you too," Angie beamed and hung up as well. She meandered over to the coffee pot across the room. It had been an exceedingly long day but she did not mind. Dr. Fishburne, the hospital administrator, had received a request from the Tucson Police Department for assistance in identifying a rare cancer within a victim's corpse. The fact that TPD's newest ME, Dr. Natalie LeBeau, had made this request only increased Angie's enthusiasm for the case. Unfortunately, as Angie was discovering, her stamina was not what it had been in medical school..... "How are you holding up?" Natalie asked. "Oh, okay. Only another two hours," Angie assured her. "I hope that it's okay if Dave goes over to the loft and spends time with Nick." Natalie shook her head. "Normally, I would say `no'. Nick usually likes his privacy. However, I don't think that he will mind a visit from Dave tonight." "I figure that Dave needs help with his inner darkness. Besides, Nick is a super friend," Angie sighed and sipped her coffee. "Mmm...French Vanilla...." "Working with you definitely has its benefits," Natalie laughed good-naturedly. "Try getting this stuff at the morgue." She rubbed Angie's shoulder. "The company's great too." "Thanks," Angie smiled and flushed. Nat coughed and looked around to make sure that they were alone. "Angie, can I ask you a personal question?" she inquired. "Sure," Angie shrugged. "What is it?" "Natalie took a nervous breath and then, looked her colleague in the eye. "How's your relationship..." She leaned closer and whispered, "with You-Know-Who?" "Me and Who?" Angie jumped skittishly. "You and Xena. Nick confided in me," she whispered. "He didn't!" Angie complained disapprovingly. "I'll bet he told his partner too!" Natalie put her hands on her hips and gave Angie a stern look. "Now wait a minute! He could have...but he didn't. Listen to me, Angie....Nick went out on a really thin limb for you two up in Toronto by keeping Reese and Tracy in the dark as he did. But, he appreciated how you kept his secret. So, other than me, he won't say another word about it, and my lips are sealed too," Natalie lectured. Angie gulped guiltily. "I'm sorry....I should trust you and Nick, but..." "...But, it's a big secret. That's okay," Natalie reassured her. "Actually, Xena's a big help. She's letting me adjust at my own pace, and her experiences are helping Dave as well," Angie explained. "Sounds great," Natalie nodded. "Well, I said before, your secret is safe." "Thanks. I..," Angie cheered. Then, through her psychic abilities, she felt Nick's partner, Tracy Brown, approaching them. "Tracy's coming." "That's a pretty neat trick. I'll have to ask Nick to teach me that one," Natalie laughed although she could sense Nick's presence for some reason if he was nearby. A side effect of their misadventure during the last night in Toronto perhaps? She shook herself back awake. At that point, Tracy stuck her head through the door into the room. "Hi, guys," she greeted. "Howdy," Natalie replied pleasantly. "Hi," Angie smiled. "Sorry to barge in but I'm going on my dinner break. Chinese takeout. Anyone want some?" Tracy inquired curiously. "That's okay. We needed a break," Angie advised and stretched her arms towards the ceiling. "Goodness me! I guess that the all-nighters don't work anymore like they did in Med School." Natalie chuckled, "Ah yes....That would be your body telling you that you aren't as young as you used to be. Angie, you're what? 35?" "Yes," Angie admitted. "Dave would probably quote the opening lines from Dante at this point. `Midway through my allotted three score years and ten...'." "Geez....he sounds like Nick," Tracy cracked. "So, where is your worse half anyway?" "Your partner's loft," Angie shrugged. "Wow! I thought that Nick liked his privacy," Tracy surmised. "I'm glad that he has a male friend to talk to....No offense meant, Nat...." "None taken," Natalie absolved. "He hasn't had anyone like that since Don Schanke died....." Tracy smiled. "He's a character....Don and Nick sure seemed like good friends." Nat gave her friend a perplexed glance. "Wait a minute...You weren't here yet when Schanke was Nick's partner, so how?" "I met him on the `Other Side' so to speak," Tracy explained. "The Near Death experience," Natalie surmised. "So, you and Nick ran into Schanke." "And a woman in white....One of Nick's past loves, I guess," Tracy added. "Woman in white?" Natalie inquired. She remembered Nick mentioning that he had encountered a woman in white while at Kessel House during the previous year. They had all seen ghosts. Nick's apparition was Alyssa von Strassbourg, his deceased wife. Apparently, she was still protecting him..... Then Tracy thought of something. "Hey...instead of bringing the food back, let's eat there," she suggested. Nat agreed, "It has been a long day. Why don't we take a break and work a bit later?" "Well okay," Angie nodded as she grabbed her coat and headed for the door. Please send questions,comments, and suggestions to dante26@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com Subject: xover: Climax (03/24) Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2000 13:49:00 -0000 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: "Climax: Rematch with Ares" (03/24) By David J. Duncan November 1999 For notes, please see Part 1 Chapter 2 Nick reclined on his antique Victorian sofa, and sipped a goblet of cow blood. His new life as "Nicholas Miles" was going well. Everyone at the precinct was nice to deal with including Captain Ramirez. Having Nat and Tracy here with him certainly made him feel more comfortable. Best of all, no LaCroix. He was still far away...not exactly in Toronto but not in Arizona either. The door buzzer startled him back to reality. Rising slowly from the couch, he crossed the room and pressed the intercom's red button. "Yes?" he asked. "Nick, it's David Dubois. May I come up?" Dave requested. "Certainly. Take the elevator up. See you in a minute," he accepted and pressed the blue button. "Thanks," Dave smiled and stepped onto the elevator. The ancient appliance creaked to the top ever-so-slowly. Finally, the door opened and he stepped into the loft. Amazingly enough, it looked just like Nick's former domicile in Toronto. "I trust that you like it?" Nick supposed. "Sure do," Dave complemented. "It has a striking resemblance to your former place." "That was the idea," Nick informed him and noticed the white paper sack. "I see that you brought your dinner with you." "Chicken Caesar Pita from Wendy's," Dave chuckled. "Your usual," Nick observed while returning to the couch. "Take a seat. How is everything going?" "Thank you," Dave accepted and sunk into the nearby Ottoman. "I'm okay but there is the usual issue." "Your inner darkness," Nick guessed. Dave nodded. "Last weekend, I had a talk with some old friends. They are very concerned. I thought that you might have some advice on how you deal with yours," he sighed. Nick scratched his head thoughtfully. "Well, it isn't easy...But just as you did at the Raven, every challenge needs to be faced as it comes up. As far as I'm concerned, you have been doing great," he accessed positively. "Have you had any serious setbacks?" Dave pushed farther. "Yes. Nat would be able to tell you more," Nick admitted. "But again, each challenge as it comes." "Well, enough about me," Dave grinned. "How's everything in your world?" "The job's fine....It's great having Nat and Tracy around. Life is pretty much back to normal," he surmised. "It must be great not having to do the `You take the front routine' with Tracy anymore," Dave indicated. Nick smiled. Yes, Tracy's understanding of his true nature did have its benefits. "It does make things easier," he agreed. "What about LaCroix?" Dave probed still farther. "He's not here....," Nick explained. "I sense that he has moved on from Toronto. He's still far away." "Will he come here?" Dave wondered. "Who knows?" Nick shook his head. "Still, I don't know if Tucson is big enough for both Xena and LaCroix. Not to mention you and him as well." "Especially after our last dance in Toronto," Dave quipped with a shudder. He remembered how being in the elder vampire's presence had pushed him to the edge. Only through using all of his mental willpower did he teeter on the edge without falling into the abyss.... "Yes," Nick agreed and turned towards the big stuffed envelope resting on the end table. "By the way, I read your paper." Dave tensed, "And...?" Nick picked up the envelope and felt its weight. After a moment of consideration, he handed it to his friend. "It was very interesting to say the least," he commented, rose from his chair and walked across the room. As he moved, his face glazed over with the flashback look. "Hey, Nick?" Dave tapped his shoulder. "Huh? Oh right," he remembered. "Interesting piece. Reading it took me back to Cairo and Mansura." Once again, Dave was amazed at his new friend. As a student of the Medieval world since childhood, he was fascinated with the people that Nick had known and his experiences in that society. He made up his mind that he would write Nick's biography one day. Of course, that account would only include his mortal life. No need to get the Enforcers ticked off. "So you actually met her?" he prodded. "Shajarat al-Durr? Oh yes....during the negotiations for King Louis' release. She was quite the woman. You want to hear what happened?" Nick smiled enticingly. "What do you think? Of course!", Dave laughed incredulously. "You were amazingly accurate in your biographical sketch," Nick noted. Then, he started to tell his friend about the story..... ************************************ [Cairo 1250] It was February 1250. Nicholas de Brabant wandered the streets of Cairo waiting for the banquet at the sultan's palace. The French king, Louis IX, had been captured three months before by the Mamluks at Mansura, and all efforts to ransom him, thus far had proven futile. Now, the queen had asked Nick as a trusted crusader, to secure her husband's release. A meeting had been arranged between him and the dowager sultana. Finally, at the appointed hour, he walked to the palace. At the gate, a giant mountain of a man approached him. "State your name and business, Sahidi," the guard demanded emotionlessly. "I'm Nicholas de Brabant, a crusader, here to speak to the sultana about my king's release," Nick stated. "Ah yes," the other agreed. "She is expecting you. I am Mahmud, the leader of the Bahri Mamluks." He snapped his fingers and six other Circassian troops appeared. "Your escort." Nick smiled and bowed. "Thank you," he accepted. The other nodded his head and returned to his post. Nick, accompanied by his escort, wound his way through the labyrinthian passages within the palace to the harem. They stopped before a great stone door watched over by two more hulking men with fiercesome scimitars. "Prepare yourself, Christian," the leader of his escort advised Nick. "You are about to be admitted to the presence of our deliverer. A miraculous woman indeed like no other....Shajarat al-Durr." The doors swung open and Nick entered the chamber. There, reclining on a throne of obsidian, was a woman of radiant beauty. Circassian like her guards but lacking their height, nevertheless her presence was unmistakably powerful. Her gaze could pierce to the very heart of a man's soul. She wore a beautiful strand of pearls, no veil, and her hair streamed down her back with more pearls catching the light's sparkle. "Greetings, Sir Nicholas," she acknowledged. "My Lady," he bowed before her. Shajara smiled favorably and motioned for him to rise. "My thanks for your coming and accepting your queen's invitation to negotiate in her behalf. My late husband, the Sultan, always spoke well of you." She hesitated and held her hand to the pillows just to the right of her throne. "Please sit." "Thank you," he accepted and, after waiting for her to settle on the throne once again, sank into the satin's softness. "My condolences about your husband. He was a great warrior." "Thank you," she replied. "Unfortunately, Allah has chosen to recall as-Saliah to His bosom. Your king chose to shatter the peace of this land. Praise Allah that my husband's generals were up to the task of defeating his forces." Nick cleared his throat and posed his next question. "Is the King well?" he inquired. "My apologies, but my Queen instructed me to ask. Shajara laughed, a sound like the wind chimes from the countryside, "Does she think that we are barbarians? Of course, he is being treated well!" "Again, my apologies, Sultana," he apologized. "That is not necessary, Sir Nicholas. You are only following your queen's instructions. As for the terms of his release, tell her to pay us one million of your francs. Secondly, all of our lands must be returned to us which his army took along the Nile. Finally, he and his people must leave Egypt forever. If he agrees, then he will go free. When will your queen arrive?" she dictated the price of peace to her friend. "On the morrow," he informed her. Shajara smiled again. "You have done well, Sir Nicholas. As such, and as the friend of my late husband, you are exempted from the ban as long as you keep peaceful motives in your heart. The Umm-Khalil has spoken!" Nick rose from his seat and bowed once again. "Then my thanks as well," he acknowledged and left the room and palace... *************************************** Dave sat transfixed by the tale. When Nick had reached the end, he asked, "Did you ever see her again?" Nick nodded, "I made it into the room just after the second sultan's death and just prior to her capture in 1257." He walked across the room towards an antique wooden cabinet. After pulling on a pair of white gloves, he opened the doors and removed two objects which he brought to Dave in a hurried fashion. "I thought that you would like to look at these heirlooms." "What are these?" Dave asked curiously. "Souvenirs from the medieval past," Nick explained and unwrapped the items. One was an aged book with a mahogany cover, an Arabic inscription and finely gilt trim. The cover edges, chipped by time's passage, bore the burden of heavy use. The other bundle contained an old wooden cross comprised of two crudely-cut pieces of wood bound together with a slowly unraveling strand of twine. As Dave held these artifacts, he felt an electric charge jolt his system as if pieces of his soul were being restored to him after a long absence. "I feel as if I should know these people," he assumed. "You do...sort of. The book was Shajara's Qur' an and the cross belonged to Jeanne d'Arc. I thought that you would like to see these items for yourself," Nick agreed. "Indeed," Dave noted excitedly. He carefully studied the artifacts and their vibrations. Slowly, his vision blurred and a link formed. Visions flashed across his mind's eye. Images of a deadly fall...the dread of the final impact against the stones rushing up from below....The feeling of flames scorching his flesh and smoke choking his lungs. Then, a great blackness enveloped his consciousness and another picture dominated his vision. In it, Dave saw Roman centurions surrounding the library. He and Nick were facing an unknown opponent of awesome power. He felt the dominance of the Child and knew that it was in control once again at that point. Their adversary hit them with some energy followed by pain...horrible excruciating agony.... Nick shook him out of it. "Dave? Dave? Are you all right?" The other nodded hesitantly. "Yes...I just had a vision," he shuddered. "Of us? Is it accurate?" Nick pursued. Dave shrugged painfully, "I can't tell, but let's just say I have a bad feeling." Nick nodded in agreement. Somehow, he too shared his friend's discomfort. "Meantime, you have that talk coming up at the library in two days. Right?" "That's right," Dave yawned and looked at the clock. "10:15. Well I guess I had better be heading home before Angie sends the dogs after me. Thanks for sharing these items with me. It means a lot." "Are you sure that you're okay to drive? I can bring you," Nick offered. "That's okay," Dave advised. "I'm fine. Thanks." He walked towards the elevator and opened the door. "By the way, if you want to stop by the library for the talks, consider yourself, Natalie, and Tracy invited." "I might do that," he smiled. "Now go on before your wife comes looking for you." Dave waved and closed the elevator door. Once downstairs, he headed for the car. Nick watched his friend's headlights fade into the distance. Once alone, he wondered what Dave's vision would mean to them. Something was going to happen at the library...and during that session. He made up his mind to talk to Ramirez about it at the first opportunity. "Meantime, I need to check in at the lab," he ascertained. Opening the window, he sensed that nobody was watching him. Then, he took off for the Precinct. Please send questions,comments, and suggestions to dante26@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com Subject: xover: Climax (04/24) Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2000 14:07:26 -0000 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: "Climax: Rematch with Ares" (04/24) By David J. Duncan November 1999 For Notes, see Part 1 Chapter 3 Natalie and Angie pushed onward through their evening workload. Tracy's dinner had been great, but they knew that it had gone on far too long. Angie looked at the clock. "10:25! Oh gosh!" she realized. "I didn't know that it was so late!" "Dave and Nick are probably having a great time I wouldn't worry," Natalie assured her. Angie dialed her home number on the cellphone. "I had better check in," she told her associate. Four rings and the message machine later, she hung up. "He's not home. I wonder where he is." "He's on his way," Nick advised from the doorway. "He just left my place." "How did tonight go?" Natalie inquired. "All right. We talked for about three hours. I filled him in on some details and showed him some artifacts...," Nick started. Natalie watched his brow furrow. "But...?" she probed. "But....he had a vision. Dave said that something was going to happen at the library. But, he didn't know what," he continued. Angie sighed, "Usually when Dave gets bad feelings, they're on target, but having visions.... I don't know about that. These abilities are still a new experience for both of us." "Did he give you any details?" Natalie interjected. "Yes, the library was surrounded by Roman troops of some sort. Also, some woman was attacking him and me. Other than that, it was cloudy...." Angie considered this premonition for a minute. Then, she put her index finger in the air. "Um, Nick, did he drink anything?" "No," he shook his head. "Why?" Natalie asked. "I was wondering.... He's been hyped up lately with that panel at the library. I wonder though...you said Romans?" Angie pressed her point. "That's right," Nick nodded. "I hope that I'm wrong....I wonder if any of Xena's foes are behind this dream. If so, that would present problems for us. Big problems," Angie concluded. "As I told Dave, we'll have to be vigilant," Nick advised. "You got that right," Angie concurred and looked again at the clock. Now it was 10:45. "Go on, Angie. I'll finish," Natalie assured her. "Are you sure?" Angie inquired uncertainly. "I'll be fine. You need to check in. I'll see you tomorrow. Take care," Natalie told her. "Okay," Angie agreed. "If you say so." She grabbed her coat. "See you both later." She left the room and headed for her Nissan Sentra. Natalie turned to Nick. "What exactly happened to trigger this episode?" she pushed. He shrugged. "I really don't know. I let him handle the cross and the Qur 'an. I did expect a reaction from him, but not like that." "Like what?" Natalie quizzed. "He had a link to Jeanne d'Arc and Shajarat al-Durr by handling their personal items. It was almost as if he had previously established a connection to them," he postulated. "Do you think that those items amplified his powers somehow?" Natalie proposed. He nodded. "It's a definite possibility," he agreed. "If something happens at the library, what are we going to do about it?" she inquired. "Ramirez won't have any extra men to spare. But maybe, he might beef up patrols," he stated. "Tracy and I will do extra patrols ourselves when possible too." "Let's hope that it comes to nothing," Natalie hoped. He commented, "It will all work out. Now, I'll let you finish up. See you tomorrow." Having said that, he left the room. Natalie walked back to her desk and sat down. She took a sip of cold coffee and reclined back in her chair. "Nick, I hope you're right," she worried. Despite his reassurances, she had a bad feeling about Dave's premonition. Something was going to happen....Something big. Chapter 4 The wind howled across western Massachusetts two nights later. The icy needles bit into all travelers, forcing them back into their homes. On this particular evening, Cybelle Rogers and her husband, Mike, entertained her father, Stuart Dubois. Although they had tried everything to cheer her father up, the latter still brooded in the corner. "C'mon, Dad," she requested. "Show some holiday spirit." "I can't," he sighed. His life had recently taken a major turn for the worse. His engineering firm was on the verge of financial collapse. His creditors were pushing him hard. Worse still, he had not seen his son, David, in three year, nor had he ever met his three granddaughters. He cursed the pigheadness of his son and daughter-in-law. "Stuart," Mike reminded him. "This is supposed to be a happy visit." "I can't believe that he's being so stubborn! All he has to do is apologize!" Dubois maintained. Cybelle shook her head. "Funny, he says the same thing about you," she informed him. Dubois turned away from them and stared out the window at the light snow falling from the sky. ********************************* After taking a few weeks to heal his wounds and settle accounts, LaCroix had packed his possessions and moved on. A van would take his belongings from the Raven in a few days. However, he wanted to scout around a bit. As with the elder Dubois, he brooded over his son, Nicholas, and desired the latter's companionship. Unfortunately, children could be so stubborn at times.... On this night, LaCroix flew over the Connecticut River Valley, heading southward. Suddenly, he detected a faint vibration. It was oddly familiar. "Strange," he pondered. "Most decidedly peculiar." He followed the psychic trail through the city of Amherst, discerning that its source was a little brown house on the town's eastern edge. He alighted on the snowy sheen covering the ground. "The witch here?" he asked himself. The trail led here after all....A sudden burst of anger shot through him. "I will be revenged on her. But, others are there. This is not the time," he decided and walked up to the door. He rapped sharply three times. Mike rose from his chair and answered it. Upon seeing LaCroix, he turned to his wife, "Hey, Hon, do you know this guy?" Cybelle felt the vampire's presence and dropped the coffee beans which she was grinding on the counter. "Darn it! I have been too preoccupied! How could I have let LaCroix get so close?" she chided herself. "Cybelle, do you know him?" Mike repeated his question. "It's okay, Mike," she advised. "Have our guest come to the back room, so that I can take his coat." He nodded and started to point the way. "I can find it. Thank you," LaCroix indicated. Having said that, he walked down the hallway purposefully toward the spare bedroom where Cybelle awaited him. "Is this where I am supposed to say 'Good Evening'?" he inquired half-seriously. "Usually it is. But, what brings you here?" she replied matter-of-factly. "You actually. We have a score to settle," he hissed. She smiled wickedly. "Remember what I did to you in Toronto? That happened on your turf. You're in my domain now. Imagine the surprises that I cook up in here," she threatened. A flick of her wrist brought a little bag into her hand. "Got it?" LaCroix saw her point. "For tonight. You know where Nicholas is," he supposed. "I might. But even if I did...I wouldn't tell you," she shrugged. "Keep your distance from him." Her eyes stared right through him. "And as long as you conduct yourself with decorum, nothing will happen." LaCroix stifled his instinctive drive to tear her throat out. Cybelle had bested him rather easily in Nick's former loft. He had no wish to repeat the experience. "Now then," she continued. "Will you take some wine?" "White, if you would," he accepted. "As it happens, we have some on hand. Please take a seat in the living room and I'll bring it to you," she advised him. He followed her instructions, albeit very grudgingly. After settling on the living room couch, he observed his surroundings with great care. Mike walked over to his new guest. "I'm Mike Rogers. And you are...?" he introduced himself and offered his right hand. "Lucien LaCroix," LaCroix replied pleasantly and shook his host's hand. "Your wife and I met recently. "Yes, at UMass. Remember, Mike. Dave gave a talk there," Cybelle added half-truthfully. "That is correct," LaCroix confirmed. "It is a fascinating topic." Dubois snickered rudely in the corner. LaCroix turned quickly toward him, but placed a quick hold on his temper. No, there would be plenty of time to deal with this insolent mortal later. "I suppose that he made her up," Dubois baited. LaCroix considered this man and his attitude....It did seem familiar. "Oh, I assure you that she was quite real. My son studies her artifacts as well," he replied dryly while sipping his wine. "As if she had any real power....," the other seethed. Those words made LaCroix realize why this man's manner was familiar. Ignoring the last taunt, he cut straight to the chase. "I have seen anger like yours, in your son. You instilled it in him," he observed. "You mean attitude," Dubois spat. LaCroix snickered incredulously as he drained his glass, "You know so little about him." "And I suppose that you do?" the other challenged. LaCroix glanced at Cybelle expectantly, before continuing, "We met last month. The boy does have a vicious temper to say the least. He is torn between guilt and rage." "He owes me respect," the other ranted. LaCroix sighed. Looking at Dubois was like staring into a distorted mirror. How many times had he felt this way about Nick? His mind flashed back to the conversation with Janette after Nick's departure from Paris during the . He had used the same words and tone at that point as the man in front of him employed now. Despite his personal feelings on the matter, however, time...and Nick, had taught him that the times had indeed changed. "No, my dear man...Respect has to be earned....as much as it galls me to admit it. One cannot expect such things...from our children." Despite the resolve in his voice, his speech caused his stomach to churn. "Ungrateful," the other stewed. "Yes," LaCroix agreed. "They are ungrateful, aren't they?" He stared at Cybelle once again and then, continued. "Just remember, our best intentions are not always received as such....Despite our wishes to the contrary." Dubois stared at the other man. He had heard enough of this lecture. Still this man, LaCroix, had given him some excellent food for thought. He got up from his chair, said his good nights, and departed for his home. LaCroix had much to consider as well. He stared out of the window into the heavy snowfall. He felt a dread. Something was about to happen....something disastrous for them all. Please send questions,comments, and suggestions to dante26@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com Subject: xover: Climax (05/24) Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2000 14:10:26 -0000 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: "Climax: Rematch with Ares" (05/24) By David J. Duncan November 1999 For notes, please see Part 1 Chapter 5 The morning before the conversation in the Rogers' household dawned brightly in Tucson. In the Dubois household, however, all was not well. Dave rose first from his troubled slumber. Since his vision at Nick's loft two days earlier, he had experienced unusual premonitions....Someone or something was coming....and it would happen at the library. He climbed into his navy blue sweats and went out for his early morning jog. Usually, this activity helped calm his nerves but on this day, no such luck. He ran down a mental list of work assignments. No, everything was either done or going on schedule. Could it be tonight's panel? Francesca was especially anxious about her paper. As the history liaison, he wanted this session to go well but since all of the arrangements were complete, tonight would come at its own pace. "C'mon, Dave. Lighten up," he told himself and started another two mile lap. ***************************************** Angie awoke grumpily. "Umm...Dave?" she whispered and groped around the bed. "He must be out jogging again," she realized. She rose slowly from the bed, felt her way into the terrycloth robe, and meandered to the other bedroom. Once, she had ascertained that the kids were still sleeping soundly, she went to the kitchen. "I guess that I should get the coffee," she yawned. "Let's see, I think that I'll let him have his Mocha Java this morning. That should help him feel better." "I doubt it," Xena's voice advised. Angie jumped, "Goodness me! Oh, Xena! Good morning! I wasn't..." Xena's eyebrow arched, and a sly smile spread across her face. "...expecting anyone? You really should maintain your guard at all times." "Sorry, but I have been dealing with these premonitions that Dave and I have been having lately," Angie explained. "Listen to your feelings, Angela," Xena instructed. "They are trying to tell you something." Angie nodded as she started the coffee maker. "You know....we were watching your ...well, that show that...," she hedged. "Yes, I know," her spectral friend grinned. "It's not very accurate...but your question...." "The shamaness...Alti," Angie worried. "I felt your anger. And, call it coincidence, but...that particular episode came on at random this week. Both Dave and I felt a link between our feelings and her..." Xena stared at the ceiling. It had been a long time since her battles with the powerful woman from the Steppe. Indeed, these struggles often hung in the balance whether they took place on the physical or spiritual planes. "The account was only half right. But, the legends are true...She promised me power. Dark power," she explained. "The Destroyer of Nations?" Angie wondered. "Right. Well, after I turned against her, Alti cursed my son..," Xena continued. A tear fell from her right eye. "Gabrielle and I faced her on two other occasions." "India and the Steppe?" Angie supposed. "Yes. It happened pretty close to the way that you saw it happen," Xena reported with great emotion. "Does she do everything that we saw?", Angie queried nervously. "Yes....use one's fears against him or her," Xena affirmed. Then a concern flashed through the Warrior Princess's mind. "Angela, if Alti does appear, I want you to keep David as far from her as possible." Angie's eyes widened at the possibilities of such an encounter. "Oh my! She would trigger his fears....make him angry and trigger his 'Child' personality." "Exactly my point. If she appears, let me handle it," Xena instructed. "Don't worry. You can have her," Angie told her ruefully. "Thanks..," Xena smiled knowingly as she faded from view. "I know what you mean...Just watch yourself and advise David to do the same." Angie stared at the spot where her friend had vanished for about ten minutes, and wondered what they were getting themselves into now. Chapter 6 Nick parked the Caddy by the precinct building. It was the night of the session at the library, and he felt the sense of dread as well. Maybe David Dubois' melancholy was affecting him somewhat. On the other hand, checking out all of the angles couldn't hurt either. He entered the building and knocked on Captain Ramirez's door. "Come in, Nick," Ramirez invited. "What's on your mind?" Nick entered the office, closing the door behind him. "I was wondering if you have considered my request from last night?" Ramirez shot him a serious look and held up the yellow "Request for Further Investigation" form. "Si. I have it right here. Sargeant Novak was going to return this to you tonight. I had to turn it down. I mean...c'mon...trouble at the library?" "I go with my instincts, Captain," Nick stated. "Word is out on the street about a potential situation...." The other man threw his hands up in frustration. "Then, get me taped conversations! Transcripts of interviews! Any kind of hard evidence! Detective, I shouldn't have to tell you this, given your years on the Force, but without hard evidence, I can do nada. Comprende?" Nick nodded dejectedly, "Sure. Thanks for considering it." "Hey, for you, no hay una problema. Usually, you give me a better paper trail than this one. Get me something with some substance behind it, and I'll see what I can do," Ramirez assured him. The detective rose from his chair. "Thanks again, Captain." "Sorry about the report, Nick. However, if it makes you feel any better, I have authorized you and Detective Brown to make periodic checks of the library, if you get my drift," his superior relented. "I do indeed," Nick smiled. "Thanks." He walked out of the office, heading for the staircase. ****************************************** Tracy paced around the length of the examination room. She knew that something was bothering Nick. But, of course, he was keeping it to himself. This tendency bugged her to no end. Natalie looked up from the latest customer on her examination table. "Hey, Trace....Nick said that he would be here soon," she tried to explain. "I know. Sorry, it's just that...I feel like he's still keeping things from me. In spite of the promise and all. I mean first the silence and then, the request to Ramirez last night. Damn it! He's my partner," Tracy complained. Natalie smiled and pulled off her surgical gloves. "I know. But Nick is trying to live up to his part of the bargain. He has a hard time trusting people. Besides, you haven't always been the most sharing type either." "He is sharing more information with me. I'll grant you that," Tracy admitted. "But lately, he has retreated into that private mode of his. Has he told you anything?" The ME gave her friend a comical look. "Hey, you're the detective...." Tracy glared at her. "I will find out," she ascertained. "It's times like this one that I miss Vachon." Natalie sighed and slumped her shoulders. Tracy did have a right to know something. At least, Angie Dubois wasn't in the room. How would Nick tell his partner about the shared premonitions without revealing precious secrets in the process? A knock came from the door. Natalie sensed that Nick was standing there. At least, the ball was out of her court. "Hi, Nat...Tracy. What's going on with the case?" he asked. "Everything's going okay with this one," Natalie informed him and rolled her eyes in Tracy's direction while mouthing "tell her" to him. He looked at Tracy who was standing in the corner of the room with her arms folded across her chest, her mouth set in a firm line, and her eyes staring right through him. "What's going on?" his partner demanded. "With what?" he hedged. Tracy snickered incredulously at his denial, "I know the privacy routine. Shall I close the door?" Nick exchanged looks with Natalie and decided to give in. He knew that Tracy would hound him until he spilled the secret anyway. It would be best to tell her in private. "Okay, close the door." Tracy shut them in the room and snapped the locks shut. She was trying to keep the satisfied "gotcha" smile off of her face. Still, the canary feathers sprouted from her mouth. "So, what's going on? I hear that the Captain's got us keeping detail tonight." He cleared his throat. "The last few nights, I have been thinking about a set of premonitions. Do you know David Dubois?" She nodded, "Angie's husband? We have met, but what does he have to do with this?" "He had the premonitions about this situation," he explained. Tracy chuckled, " So, based on that bunk, you asked Ramirez for more men? C'mon, Nick." "He's serious," Natalie disagreed with her. Tracy had to sit down. This conversation was getting positively ludicrous. "You make it sound like he's a telepath or something. Sorry Nick, but normal people don't have those kind of experiences. Next, you'll tell me that Angie's also Xena," she scoffed. The coroner had to turn away before her facial expression betrayed the secret. Nick counted to five and then, continued, "Yes, he has those abilities." "You're serious?" she pushed. "I saw him use them," he confirmed. "Once, he pulled a book from me while he was across the room. Then, he stood up to a vampire in the Raven." Tracy scratched her head. So, there was something more to that episode at the Raven than the official report stated....At some point, she would have to pry those details from him as well. However, she reminded herself to fight one battle at a time. "And you kept this from Reese? You took quite a chance. Did you know, Nat?" Natalie nodded, "We both did. But, the trouble for the Dubois family would have been more than it was worth." "I suppose," Tracy agreed, albeit reluctantly. "So, what kind of trouble is this going to be?" "David wasn't very clear. But, he did see a confrontation coming our way, and I want to be close by if and when it happens," he stated. "And I'll be at the UMC with Angie," Natalie explained as she covered the victim, and placed it back in cold storage. "Besides, it pays to be too careful, rather than ignoring warnings of any kind." "I suppose," Tracy shrugged and put her coat on. She hoped that Nick would fill her in on more details as they rode in the Caddy. With all of the loops between Speedway, Stone, Wilmot, and Broadway, there would be plenty of time for discussion. However, she also sensed that the answers would not be readily forthcoming, and with that, the net of dread had encompassed her as well. Please send questions,comments, and suggestions to dante26@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com Subject: xover: Climax (06/24) Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2000 14:14:54 -0000 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Climax: Rematch with Ares (06/24) David J. Duncan November 1999 For notes, please refer to Part 1 Chapter 7 Dave's work day dragged by inexorably. Granted, he achieved quite a bit with his projects, but as the clock inched closer to the presentation, his personal stress level rose another notch. Finally, about 5 PM, a knock sounded at the door. "Yes?" he answered. "Dave, it's Winnie," Winnie Henderson, the new Reference librarian, indicated. "Come on in," he bade. She entered carefully. Winnie was an extremely shy individual. On her job interview, she almost turned people off, because of her short answers and evasiveness. However, once the staff worked with her on a daily basis, both sides adjusted to each other. "Th...Thank you," she accepted and entered his office. "Please feel free to sit down," he invited. She declined, "Thanks...but I just wanted to let you know that Mike's putting the cameras in place even as we speak. And...there's someone to see you too." "Thank you for showing my visitor here," Dave smiled cheerfully. "Sure that you won't stay?" "I can't...Sorry...My kids are waiting for me," Winnie excused herself. "Thanks though...I'll be here for your session. My husband's got baby sitting detail tonight." "I'll hold a seat for you," he chuckled. "See you there." She waved and exited quickly...almost skittishly from the room. Dave sighed and shook his head. She was making some progress. Then, he remembered his other visitor. "And who's our next lucky contestant?" he slurred humorously. "You know that it's not wise to sass a government agent. I just might have to haul your sorry butt in for questioning," Steve Petersen's voice quipped. "Yeah right," Dave laughed. "Come in, 'Super Agent Steve'." "As you wish," Steve agreed and strolled into the room. Steve still had the same thin build and jet-black hair that Dave remembered from their halacon days at the University of Virginia. As always, his dark suit and white shirt were neatly pressed. His shoes reflected the dying sunlight without revealing a blemish. Dave, of course, could not resist teasing his friend, "Still trying to fit into the SciFi motiff?" "You wish," Steve chuckled as he eased himself into the visitor's chair. "It would fit though. Life around you is always slightly weird." Dave shrugged, "I hate being bored. What can I say?" "You can say that again," Steve cracked. Dave reclined back in his chair. Steve's humor was just what he needed at that moment.... "So, what brings you to my neighborhood?" he queried. "Hey...do I need a reason to drop in on my college buddy and his wife? Seriously, I wanted to see you strut your academic stuff," he explained. "I hate to disappoint you, but Maria Cantaro and Francesca are the speakers tonight. I'm just the opening act," Dave informed him. Steve snickered sarcastically and checked around them to make sure that they were alone. "I have never seen you stage a dull event yet. Not in college and not as a professional. Remember, your co-workers don't know you the way that I do," he replied. "It's going to be a normal academic evening!" Dave protested. "The sun hasn't completely set," Steve retorted half-seriously. "Where you are, trouble usually follows." The last jibe set Dave's dread and fear in motion once again. He sighed...realized it...and tried to recover his composure, but it was already too late. Steve scrutinized his friend, "What's really up?" "Nothing," Dave fibbed. "Yeah right," Steve doubted. "Look, Dubie, we've been friends for 15 years. When you furrow your brow like that, that means we're up Shit Creek and the canoe's just sprung a leak. Are you and Angie okay?" Dave knew that he could not conceal the truth from his friend. "We're fine," he nodded nervously. "Close the door will ya?" That request grabbed Steve's undivided attention. He jumped out of his chair, scanned the area once again, and secured the door. Then, he wheeled back around, "Okay,Chief, spill it...." "I had a vision recently," Dave admitted. Steve looked at his friend incredulously. "What? When?" he spurted out. "Shh...Not so loud!" Dave hissed. The FBI agent held his hands up apologetically. "Sorry, Dave. Not all of my friends have superhuman powers. So when...?" he explained. "Two days ago. Something bad is going to happen here tonight. No joke," Dave reported. Steve shook his head in disbelief, "I think that this weird stuff is finally getting to you." Dave stood up and glowered at his friend, "Damn it! I know what I saw!" Steve shuddered. The last thing that they needed was for Dave to have another of his episodes right now.... He had to get his friend calmed down...and do it pretty quickly. "Okay, okay...I believe you. So, what did you see?" he inquired. "Roman troops and a weird hazy figure followed by lots of pain," Dave related the account. "I think that you're over-worked and stressed out. The only Romans here are going to be examples in Dr. Cantaro's paper," Steve doubted. "I hope that you're right," Dave sighed and looked at his watch. "It's 5:40. Shall we?" "Sure," Steve agreed and, after Dave locked the office door, they walked towards the elevator and the conference area below. Chapter 8 About half an hour later, the session was underway. However, while academic learning was going on inside of the library, trouble brewed on the U of A mall area. For in a fiery flash, Ares' group entered the twentieth century. "This must be the place," the war god assumed. "But, where are Xena's allies?" Caesar demanded impatiently. Alti smiled ferally. While she did not know who their targets were, she could feel their power. "There are two of them. One to the west. Another in that structure over there," she indicated while pointing one hand in each direction. Callisto volunteered, "I'll take the western one!" "And I have the nearby one," the shamaness pointed out. Ares was alarmed by this split in his group. This was not a part of the plan. "Don't get cocky! Remember, they are not to be trifled with....and I want them!" he reminded them adamantly. Callisto shrugged. She wasn't going to let Ares spoil her fun. "Gotta go...Be back in a few," she informed him and disappeared in a fiery burst. "Do you want me to follow her?" Discord asked him. He replied, "Right. Just make sure that nothing unexpected happens." She nodded and disappeared from view. Ares turned to face the rest of his group. "Now, we attack the stone structure there. Caesar, have your men surround it," he ordered The Roman leader turned to his legion, "Men, surround the building!" The troops marched in unison to achieve their leader's wishes. *************************************************** Meanwhile, the paper sessions were going extremely well. The audience, a wide variety of international academics and local aficionados, enjoyed themselves. In the question session, Maria took three responses and Francesca had two. Suddenly, Dave felt a darkness. He focused his attention towards it. It was definitely there...that ruled out a vampire, or a machine. It was a living being...and it reeked of evil. Worse still, it was heading right for them. He heard a whisper behind him, "Psst, Mr. D..." Dave turned to see Brigid Shannon crouched behind the podium. She had snuck into the room so as not to alarm anyone. "We've got trouble outside!" He considered her words. Brigid was an extremely polite student who would never stage any kind of stunt. If she was doing this, there had to be a damn good reason for it. Steve, to his credit, realized that something was amiss. From his place by the rear door, he motioned to his friend that he would check it out. Dave agreed silently and allowed his friend to take his surveillance post. The FBI agent moved cat-like through the dark hallway adjoining the seminar room. Locating an open office, he slipped in and locked the door behind him. Peeking through the window, he saw the forming Roman siege. "What the Hell?" he muttered anxiously. Then, he remembered the premonition. "Damn it, Dave! You just did it again!" He checked his weapon stores. He had only brought a dozen rounds. Things were definitely heading south. He had to hand it to Dave. When his canoe sprang a leak, it was the size of a torpedo hole. ******************************************* Dr. Cantaro was in the midst of her answer pertaining to Caesar's troop movements. The questioner, an elderly Frenchman, thanked her for the explanation. Then, a pompous voice shot out from the back of the room, "Wait, how would you know about my tactics?" Dave observed the challenger as he strode purposefully towards the front of the room. He wore Roman military armor, a red cape and a short sword. His hair was cropped in a severe military style, and he had a pompous air about him. The speaker accessed the man in front of her, "Nice costume. The reenactments are going on outside." Dave's senses were saying something different. This man's aura was not from Tucson...or from the twentieth century for that matter. No actor could emanate that aura...or such pompousness. Somehow, it was Julius Caesar. "Maria, get back," Dave advised his panelist. She retreated to the back of the stage with Francesca. Dave, however, approached the Imperial interloper. "Salve, Caesar," he baited. "Remember me?" The emperor's eyes narrowed. He remembered that the man in front of him was one of Xena's allies in Britannia. "You!" he snarled and drew his short sword. Dave focused with his abilities so as to feel Caesar's movements. "C'mon, instincts!" he urged his abilities. Looking back at the stage, he realized that his satchel-- with his bullwhip in it--was too far away to grab. Caesar swung his weapon and missed. "Strike one," Dave teased and inched his way backward. Caesar repeated his tactic....with the same result. "Strike two," the librarian deadpanned and, with a quick backward leap, reached the podium....and his weapon. In a flash, the whip was in his right hand. The Imperial leader charged the stage with the ferocity of a wounded animal. Timing this blind thrust, Dave marshaled his abilities, propelling himself over his advancing adversary. Caesar only saw the women. Where did Dubois go? "Show yourself, Coward!" he challenged. Then, he heard a sound like a throat being cleared, followed by his sword being ripped out of his hand. He turned to see his opponent fling the blade out of reach with his bullwhip. "I'm not going anywhere...and neither are you," Dave stated and, moving with the speed of a cobra, delivered two haymakers to Caesar's chin. The emperor teetered on his feet and dropped to the ground unconscious. "Lights out, Asshole," he snarled at his senseless adversary. "Uh, Dave? If he's the problem. Then, who is the woman at the back of the room?" Francesca fretted. He looked towards where her shaking right hand pointed. There, by the back door, stood the dark entity which he had sensed earlier. Steve was right. When he found trouble...he didn't fool around. Please send questions, comments,and suggestions to dante26@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com Subject: xover: Climax (07/24) Date: Fri, 5 Jan 2001 13:58:55 -0000 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Hi Everyone: When I sent "Climax" parts 7 & 8 last weekend, apparently Hotmail didn't want to mix with Internet Explorer (and several people got emails with HTML coding)--so here's part 7 and part 8 will be coming in a few minutes. Thanks David ***************** xover: Climax: Rematch with Ares (07/24) By David J. Duncan November 1999 For notes, please see Part 1 Chapter 9 Nick drove the Caddy along the assigned circuit quickly, yet carefully. It had been a quiet night....no calls, and no homicides in the University precinct. It seemed like the calm before the storm. "It sure is nice isn't it, Nick?" Tracy asked. "Huh? What is?" he replied with a confused look on his face. "Look around you. We haven't had a call yet. It's a beautiful night, and we get to drive around in it," she explained. Nick shook his head. "I don't like it," he told her. She glared at him. Sometimes Nick could be so frustrating to work with...."Okay, okay, I'll bite. What's wrong?" she gave in. "Call it intuition....Something's going to happen," he maintained. "Look Nick, we just drove through the U of A and right by the library! And what did we see?" she queried. "Nothing," he admitted while turning the car onto Stone Avenue and into southbound traffic. "That's right. Nothing," she vented. "For once, your instincts are off." "The night's still young," he debated. "Can't your vampire senses be wrong for once? Your kind doesn't know everything," she prodded. He shot her a venomous glance and, for a split second, his eyes held a subtle shade of gold. "That statement from the detective who used to go to a vampire as her chief snitch!" he pointed out after regaining his composure. She put her hands up in a submissive gesture. "Okay, Nick, you win. I still don't believe in the psychic stuff. That's only a legend...," she half-compromised. He shook his head in frustration. She could be so difficult to deal with! Still, that grudging compromise was the best that he was going to get...at this point. "C'mon, let's check on the eastern sector before we circle back," he indicated and took a left turn onto Broadway Boulevard, heading east. ************************************************ Ares observed the panic inside of the library with great satisfaction. How the mortals did panic when a superior being showed up! A momentary urge possessed him. Perhaps, he might want to have his shot at Dubois. "Nah...Let Alti have her entertainment," he reminded himself. After the impalement, she had needed to blow off steam. Besides, he had a front row seat for the festivities....and, knowing both Alti and Dubois, it would be a heavyweight bout. Willing up a cloud cushion, the war god reclined and got set to enjoy the upcoming mayhem. **************************************** The audience in the conference room stood on the brink of total panic. One antagonist lay unconscious, or worse on the floor by the podium. The mysterious woman by the door with the intense coal-black eyes and demonic smile encouraged their unease. On the right side of the room, Caitlin scratched her chin anxiously. Dave had taken Caesar out of the picture...but he had done so far too easily. She knew that he had trained with the bullwhip, but the leap over his opponent....it was not humanly possible! Just what was going on up there? And what would this other terrorist say...or worse, do to egg him on? She shuddered at the thought. Dave was showing remarkable self-control, but sooner, or later, the lid would break under this strain, and that infamous temper would erupt.... Normally the take-charge type, she decided to let the younger librarian handle the situation..... For his part, Dave focused on nothing, except the woman in front of him. She towered over him by a good half-foot and held his glaze with her intense stare. Her stringy brown hair stuck out wisp-like from beneath her antlered headdress. Her tunic of animal-hides told him what she represented. From the waves of dark energy emanating from her aura, it could be only one person. "You have to be Alti," he stated. The shamaness cackled with delight. "So, Xena told you about me, did she?" she savored. Dave smiled fearlessly. Fear was this harpy's greatest weapon, and he knew it. "Yes...she told me about you...about your powers...and that psychic stench," he insulted. Then, he turned to the audience, "Ladies and gentlemen, please stay calm! She can't use her powers if you keep yourselves composed!" Of course, the speech, however pretty, was like spitting into the wind. Alti smiled coldly at him. "I don't care about these sheep. Only you!" She pointed towards him. "Then, let them go!" Dave demanded. She shrugged, "As long as the lambs on the platform stay with you, that's fine." Dave motioned with his eyes towards Caitlin. He didn't need her watching what would be the next act of this drama. His boss agreed and helped to evacuate the room. On her way out, Caitlin shot Alti an angry glare. Alti smiled at this insolence. It seemed that somebody actually had some backbone after all. "Go on, before I change my mind. I'll try not to make him scream too loudly," she baited. Dave shook his head at her adamantly. "Go and lock the door behind you," he mouthed. Caitlin sighed and secured the heavy oak doors. She hoped that Dave wasn't committing suicide. She admired his bravery, but he was still a valued staff member. She sprinted over to the Circulation Desk and grabbed the phone. Winnie watched her boss ruefully. "The police? What can they do against her?" Caitlin looked at the door. "I don't know what's worse...that crazy woman, or David enraged. If he's got any surprises left, I hope that he uses them fast...before he loses control" she supposed nervously. ****************************************************** As Francesca and Maria hid behind the podium, Alti and Dave watched each other's every move. Like a couple of gunfighters, they circled each other cautiously. Finally, Dave broke the stalemate. "Look, if it's a showdown that you want, Tombstone's just down the road a piece," he joked in a tone more secure than he felt at the moment. Alti failed to grasp his jibe. "You have something that I want," she cut to the chase. He scratched his head, "What do I have...?" Then, it hit him, "You actually want this darkness? Man, Xena was right. You are crazy!" His statement impressed her. "Very good. Just give it to me, and I'll kill you quickly," she offered. "Oh, that's cute," he snickered with increasing bravado. "I suppose that's in response for Caesar's beating? I thought that a woman like you could pick better dance partners." She rolled her eyes, "He's the hired help. No, you're the appetizer. Xena's the main course." She let out a deep breath. "You know, I have been looking forward to this....since Ares told me about you. Now die!" She stared at him intensely. Through his psychic abilities, he saw Alti's mental energy coming towards him, but before he could act, it enveloped him. Reaching into his mind, it pulled out the worst nightmares. Within an instant, he was on fire. Despite only being a mental image, the flames still burnt his clothes and skin. He writhed on the floor trying to put them out. "How about this?" she chuckled malevolently and triggered another image. Dave looked around. Somehow, he was back in his father's house. Once again, he was eleven years old and, according to form, his father, Stuart, charged at him in yet another drunken fit. "You'll do as I tell you, Boy!" the elder man snarled. Before Dave could act, his father had snatched him off his feet and threw him towards the wall.... Dave snapped out of the vision in mid-flight, but, as in his memory, he hit the wall by the podium with a sickening thud. He staggered to his feet. By now, his vision was blurring and the darkness within him was clamoring to be released. But, he would not give in. Not against her. "Not bad...Witch," he snarled. Alti grinned, "Impressive...But, try this." This time, he managed to erect a weak energy shield. But, he still felt a pounding in his forehead. His old head wound had reopened and the blood spilled down his face. He staggered behind the podium and fell next to the ladies. "Dave...You're bleeding!" Francesca observed in a panic. "R-Right," he muttered and shook fearfully. How could he take on both Alti and the darkness? As bad as he felt right now, he had a feeling that he was about to find out..... Please send questions, comments,and suggestions to dante26@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com Subject: xover: Climax (08/24) Date: Fri, 5 Jan 2001 14:04:46 -0000 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Climax: Rematch with Ares (08/24) David J. Duncan November 1999 For notes, please see Part 1 Chapter 10 Angie's day went by quickly as well. Although not the heaviest patient load, the cases kept her running from room to room, patient to patient. The charts seemed to flow together after awhile. At 4 PM, Belinda McDermott, her chief intern, tapped her on the shoulder, "Excuse me, Dr. Dubois. I wanted to let you know that Dr. LeBeau's going to be here shortly. Can I take over now?" Angie ran her hand through her hair in a daze and checked her watch. "Wow! I can't believe it!" She let a smile spread across her face. "I should have about 15 minutes to play Mommy before Natalie gets here." "See you later," Belinda called to her as she headed for the elevator. Angie waved to her friend as the elevator doors closed. Five minutes later, she walked into the daycare area. There, Deirdre, her youngest daughter, snoozed blissfully. "Good. She'll sleep soundly for awhile yet," she told herself. Dolores, the attendant, walked over, "Your little angel's been sleeping for most of the afternoon. You and David really do wonders by seeing her at lunchtime." "It works both ways," Angie chuckled, watching her daughter's movements and breathing. Dolores stared up at the clock, "Don't worry about a thing, Dr. Dubois. We'll keep a sharp eye on her for you." "Thanks. I appreciate it," Angie informed her gratefully. "Hey, that's what we're here for," her friend shrugged and let her eyes sparkle. She wouldn't let anything happen...come Hell, or high water. "If it's okay, I have to meet Dr. LeBeau upstairs. I'll be back about nine PM, if that's all right," Angie explained. "We'll leave the light on for you," Dolores teased warmly. Angie smiled at her friend's use of the old motel jingle and waved as she headed for the stairs. Taking two steps at a time, she made it to the third floor in two minutes. A right turn later, she entered the lab where Natalie waited for her. "Hi, Angie. Ready to dig in?" Natalie greeted warmly. "I sure am!" Angie agreed enthusiastically, while slipping into her scrubs. "Any word from the library?" Natalie asked anxiously. Angie leaned against the room's medical cabinet. Despite everything else, that thought had occupied her thoughts all day. But still, no news was good news.... "No, I haven't heard, or felt anything yet," she reported. "Believe me, I'll know." "I suppose," Natalie laughed nervously. "That psychic stuff?" "Something like that," Angie concurred as she joined the concerned ME at the examination table. "I'm thinking that it's more like the calm before the storm..." Famous last words....For, at that moment, Natalie's response was cut short by the fire alarm and a brief flicker in the incandescent lights. "Now what?" she wondered aloud. "If it's a fire, I have to get to the nursery," Angie ascertained and started for the door. Then, she felt something. Almost like...yes...a familiar psychic scream. She could not believe it. "Callisto here?" she dreaded. "Who?" Natalie queried. "One of Xena's enemies," Angie explained. "So, what do we do?" Natalie shook her head in disbelief. "If it's who I think it is, we can't hide," Angie told her pointedly. "Now, cover your eyes." When Natalie had done so, Angie turned herself into Xena. "Wow!" Natalie exclaimed in awe. She figured that there was a connection between them, but this....geez... Xena shook her back to reality, "Natalie, I need you to reach Nicholas. Can you do that?" Her friend nodded, "I'll call him." "Good. David will need his help. Meantime, I need to deal with a problem upstairs," the Warrior Princess explained as she bolted through the door and up the stairs. "Good luck, Xena," Natalie sighed and dialed a number on her phone. **************************************** Twenty minutes later, Xena had canvassed three floors and had found nothing. It was quiet...too quiet. Where are you?" she wondered. Then, around a corner, she heard the mumbling of several people sitting close together. Unmistakably rising above them, there was a commandeering tone that she recognized instinctively. A glance around the corner confirmed this observation. Callisto had taken the entire staff as her hostages. "Which one of you knows Xena? I'm losing patience!" she demanded angrily. "I told you before. No one here knows this Xena person," Dr. Fishburne stated haggardly. She grabbed his tie and pulled him towards him. "Listen, you Worm. I know that somebody here does and, well, if I have to go through each of you to get to her...well, that's how it goes," she dictated before slamming him to the floor. Then, a saccharin smile formed on her face. "Now what?" Lori Applegate wondered aloud. The warrior-turned-goddess quieted her with a swipe of her hand. "Shut up!" she barked. Then, the smile returned, "We have a guest. Come out, come out, wherever you are...," she sang. Behind the corner, Xena clenched her teeth in frustration. "Callisto's going to sense me soon enough. Time to announce myself," she decided while gripping her chakram. A flick of the wrist sent the weapon flying directly for the menacing blonde. True to form, the weapon found its mark, careening off of the back of Callisto's head. "What? Who would...?" the blonde berserker fumed, spinning towards the direction of the impact. Strolling into view, Xena raised her hand, arresting her signature weapon's flight, and returning it to her belt in one motion. The other hand already had her sword ready for a fight. "Wouldn't you like to know?" she baited. Callisto smiled contentedly, "Well, well, my old friend made it to the party after all." She drew her sword as well, much to the discomfort of the huddled people around her. It appeared that she would get that confrontation after all. Chapter 11 Tracy sunk low into the Caddy's passenger seat. Nick's circling the U of A like a hungry vulture waiting for a sick animal to die was getting old. There were better things to do with one's evening....like checking parking meters, walking a beat, or, dare she think it?...working with the corporate crimes division back in Toronto. No, she decided, that would be worse, but not by much. "That's it," she told him. "What?", Nick asked. "Look, Nick. I really appreciate the dedication, but we've been at this all night. Nothing's going to happen," she informed him. "Something's going to happen. I can feel it," he insisted. "You've been saying that...!", she exclaimed with an exasperated tone. She would have kept going, except that his cellphone rang. "That might be nothing," he verbally jabbed while answering it. She shot him a dirty look, but crossed her arms and looked away, fuming silently. "Miles," Nick spoke into the phone. "Nick, it's Nat. Dave's prediction is coming true! Get over here!" Natalie reported nervously. "Nat...where's Angie? Is she with you?" "She's off investigating, if you get my drift," she filled him in cryptically. Nick did a quick scan between the lines. Angie had changed into Xena and was looking for trouble. If Natalie was panicking like this, the situation must be really bad.... "I wonder where Dave is?" he asked aloud. As if on cue, the CB static interrupted his reverie, "81 Kilo, 81 Kilo, please respond..." Tracy answered it, "Brown, here. Go ahead, Dispatch." "Detective Brown, there is a major crisis at the university library. You and your partner are to proceed there immediately." Tracy was about to answer when Nick motioned for the mike. "Dispatch, this is Detective Miles. We have a situation at the UMC, and we need uniforms there as well" he directed. The dispatcher muttered in disbelief, "What is this? Sci-fi terrorist night at the U of A?" "You would be surprised," Nick answered flippantly to himself. "Those cars will be there as soon as possible," the dispatcher informed him. "Roger that. We are in route to the library. Miles out," Nick concluded and signed off. Tracy leaned forward enthusiastically, "All right! Finally!" Then, she noticed Nick getting out of the car. "Hey, Nick...what are you doing? We should be speeding towards the university for that big event of yours," she commented. "I want you to take the Caddy there. Keys are still in the ignition," he instructed. "What?...And what are you...? Oh no! You're not going to fly off and leave me bringing up the rear again!" she insisted. Nick counted mentally to five...in English, Spanish, German, and French. Then, he put on his best smile and stared his partner in the eye. It was times like this one that her resistance to hypnosis was a major pain. "I need to get to the library quickly. In this traffic, we're looking at a 20 minute drive from here. Dave probably doesn't have that long," he continued patiently. "But, you promised! Damn it, Nick! We're partners!" she protested to no avail. He repeated calmly, "Just get there ASAP." He looked around to make sure that nobody else was watching. Then, with a quick glance towards the night sky, he took off for his destination. She slid over to the driver's side and started the ignition. "Get there ASAP," she parroted his words in disgust. "Schanke, you sure knew what you were talking about, didn't you?" With that thought, she pulled away from the curb, made a right turn onto Speedway and, with the siren blaring away on the dashboard, sped towards the brewing crisis. ***************************************** Meanwhile, Xena and her opponent continued to circle each other. "Fancy meeting you here," Callisto smiled menacingly. "What do you want with these people?" Xena demanded. "With them, nothing. I was looking for a friend of yours," Callisto shrugged, "Imagine my surprise to find you here." "I'm sure," Xena frowned. "How did you get here?" "Oh, I neglected to mention my playmates, didn't I?", her adversary cracked in mock-dismay, "By the way, I met an old friend of yours recently. She is something else." That remark got Xena's attention. "Who?" she puzzled. "Really, Dear," Callisto chuckled coyly, and summoned up a fiery viewer portal. In its center, Alti could be seen moving in on Dave. "And, I introduce you to all my friends." Xena shook her head fearfully. Despite the warning and the premonition, Angela could not do anything. Now, her worst fears were about to be realized. If Alti tapped too deeply into his fear, she would trigger Dave's darkness. As she knew, they could wreck unprecedented damage on that building. She needed to dispose of Callisto quickly, if that was possible. The Blonde Berserker savored her opponent's discomfort over this sight. "If you're considering what I think you are, remember, you have to get through me first," she told the Warrior Princess. "So be it!" Xena affirmed as she swung her sword. Callisto parried her thrust and allowed a satisfied smile to cross her face. The deadly dance of steel was on again...if she could delay Xena long enough, Ares' purpose would be fulfilled. Please send questions, comments,and suggestions to dante26@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com Subject: xover: Climax (09/24) Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2000 15:14:25 -0000 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Climax: Rematch with Ares (09/24) By David J. Duncan November 1999 For notes, please see Part 1 Chapter 12 Back in the library, Caitlin stared at the secured double oak doors. She realized that Dave had advised her to leave him to face that weird woman alone. But, when she heard his screams, she began to rethink her decision. "What do we do now?" Winnie asked nervously. "Can't we get these people outside? Why are they still here?" Caitlin replied authoritatively. One of the audience members, a female undergraduate student, raised her hand and stepped forward. "Pardon me, Dr. Sommers....Have you looked outside? We're surrounded!" "What?" Caitlin wondered aloud and stuck her head through the double glass entry doors. Sure enough, a wall of men dressed as Roman centurions had surrounded the building. It was a siege. Worse still, they were all stuck between that wall of soldiers outside and whoever, or whatever Dave was fighting on the other side of that door.... Fortunately, only the librarians and support staff were left there in the foyer. They had managed to get everyone else to cover in the back. Then, she had a very nasty feeling. She realized that somebody was about to get seriously hurt. ********************************************* Alti walked towards the front of the session area with a heavy handed purpose. She would rouse her opponent out of hiding by some means. "Come out!" she challenged. "Come out, or I'll start on the sheep!" Behind the podium, Maria and Francesca shook fearfully. Between this woman's taunts, and Dave's wounds, there seemed to be no hope..... For his part, he spasmed fretfully and ground his teeth. The ladies also heard him muttering "no!" in between what seemed like frequent growling. Francesca realized what was going on inside of his head. It wasn't the wounds. Rather, she remembered a story which her parents had heard from her Aunt Beatrice. The account had told about the violent nature of the Dubois family. Worse still, the tale had described how Dave had proven the worst of those cases, due to his father's abusive treatment. It was no longer a question of 'if'...their attacker had shoved him well over that line 20 minutes prior to that point. Rather, it was now a question of 'when'. "Dave, we have got to get you to a hospital," she tried to tell him. For the first time in a while, he raised his head and stared at the others, "No...time." Then, in a vision, he saw Xena's fight with Callisto over at the Medical Center. "What...was going on?" he wondered. "What?" Maria wondered in stark confusion. He set his jaw firmly. "Ares," he snarled low. "This is his....handiwork...." Maria glanced at him with concern. Dave was hurt very seriously...and now, he was hallucinating. "Ares?" she queried. He just shuddered wordlessly. Alti grew impatient with this standoff. She wanted that darkness, and she wanted it now! "Perhaps a little more pain will speed up your response," she goaded and concentrated again. Dave winced again in agony as pain shot through both knees and his left hip. "Arrrgh!" he screamed. "So, are you coming out? Or, do I start on somebody else?" she hinted wickedly. He gritted his teeth and started to rise. "Keep your buckskin on, Bitch!" Francesca grabbed his arm, "You can't be serious!" Then, she saw his eyes. The story was true. "Mama Mia! Your eyes!" she exclaimed. Dave exhaled short breaths. What little remained of his self-control slid away and his other personality seized control. "You screwed up!" he spat at Alti. A malevolent grin dominated his facial features. A slight chuckle could be heard coming from the corner of his mouth. Alti admired his bravado....suicidal, perhaps...but, admirable. Too bad, it would be his death warrant. "And how would that be?" "Because I can still do this!" he informed her. Reaching back within himself, he channeled his power until it reached a crescendo of monstrous proportions. "Now, it's my turn," he snickered and released a powerful burst. Alti failed to dodge this blast, the impact of which, knocked her backward. The collision broke the doors' locks. She, on the other hand, stood in a daze, and reaccessed her opponent. Yes, he had a wonderful darkness about him. Other than Xena herself, his darkness proved the most powerful that she had ever seen. His power would be a welcome addition to her own...if she could stay alive long enough to get it. "Ready to give up yet? I sure as Hell hope not!" he taunted and fired another mental energy bolt. Once again, the impact smacked into the shamaness. In spite of her efforts to brace herself, the explosion threw her backwards, through the unlocked doors, and out into the library foyer. Alti regained her footing through great effort. No man did that to her. She glanced around to see the others trapped by Caesar's troops. She identified Caitlin and snarled, "When I finish with him, you're next!" "Hey, Hag, ain't you forgetting something?" Dave bellowed from just inside of the room. "Come and take your damn medicine." For her part, Alti stood her ground. "You'll pay....," she hissed and fired another mental burst. However, Dave appeared in the doorway and took the full impact without flinching. His only reaction was the ever-widening leer on his face and an intense stare. "No, it's all on your tab," he laughed wickedly and sent another pulse into his enemy. She skidded into the shadows. Everyone stared at him fearfully. To deal with the witch was bad enough...but to have to face him like this? Without any vestige of control? With a few notable exceptions, he had controlled this side of his personality for the previous 15 years. Now, the Child was on the rampage, and, as far as he was concerned, Alti was grass, and he was the lawn mower. Before he did so, however, Dave turned to the crowd. "What? Get out of my way!" he snarled at them. Then, he kept going. Caitlin could not believe it. Usually, he was so quiet and polite...... But, what else could happen? "I have to stop him before he murders that woman," she decided and moved to intercept him. Fortunately for her sake, Nick chose that moment to burst onto the scene. "David! Stop!" he ordered. His vampire senses disagreed with what his eyes told them. Then, it came to him. The Other was in control. "Stop!" the vampire detective repeated. Possessed by an intense fury, his friend paid no heed to the directive. Nick shook his head desperately at Caitlin. This was the fury that he had sensed within Dave at the Raven six months before. Now, he understood why Xena kept him away from LaCroix. Only he had the strength to deal with this crisis before Dave really did something foolish. He sprinted after the raving man and caught him from behind. "Dave, listen!" he urged. "Nick, leggo," Dave resisted and, amazingly enough, shook Nick off of him. Within half a heartbeat, Nick seized his arm again with his full strength, and wheeled the enraged man around. "I'm hoping that this part of his personality can be hypnotized," he stated and ordered to his friend, "You will calm down now....You will let David reassert control, now." The hypnosis had an immediate effect. Dave grabbed his head. "Miles! Stop it!" he cursed. Thus encouraged, Nick pushed further with the hypnosis, "No, you've done your work. Now, go!" Dave howled. Tears streamed down his face and he dropped to his knees. For a long minute, it was silent. Then, Dave rubbed his head and staggered to his feet. "What? What's going on?" he whispered. "What am I doing out here?" Nick let a smile mask his concern. Dave was back in control. Just then, Caitlin screamed, "David, behind you!" But, before he could react, Alti grabbed him from behind. "I want that power!" she hissed and pulled what seemed to be a black energy sphere from his back. "Now, for unfinished business," she mentioned. "I don't think so," Nick cut in as he stepped between his friend and the shamaness. "I'm taking you in!" Alti winced, "Another one? Please!" With the stolen energies, she threw both men back into the session area. "Both of you are going to die," she promised darkly and walked slowly to the doorway. This time, she hurled bolt after bolt of pure mental agony at them without mercy. Their screams echoed off of the library's interior for all to hear. Please send questions, comments,and suggestions to dante26@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com Subject: xover: Climax (10/24) Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2000 18:13:59 -0000 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Climax: Rematch with Ares (10/24) By David J. Duncan November 1999 For notes, please see Part 1 (Additional note: I have received the emails about Parts 7 & 8. I will send them out as soon as I get back to my computer on Tuesday (or they are available at my site at http://Dante_6.tripod.com/stories/dubois.html...Now back to "Climax".) Chapter 13 Nick's and Dave's respective screams did not go unnoticed. On the contrary, the rippling effect reverberated across great distances. In Tucson, Lori Applegate tried to calm the Dubois girls, but their wails only grew louder, and she became increasingly frustrated. ********************************************** Meanwhile, back in Amherst, Cybelle was preparing tea for her husband. LaCroix had continued to muse over something since Dubois' departure. Mike enjoyed a sitcom on the TV. With Mr. Doom-and-Gloom hanging out in the corner, he needed a few laughs. Unfortunately, a special report broke in. "Darn it!" he exclaimed. "Now what?" "What's wrong, Mike?" Cybelle inquired from the kitchen. LaCroix managed a smile from his sardonic mood, "It seems that your husband is irritated that his...entertainment has been interrupted..." "Yeah, well...I'm sure that your hobbies must be exciting," Mike shot back. "They are indeed," the vampire replied, letting a bit of his irritation seep into his words. The priestess shook her head at her husband, "Mike, please don't talk to him like that." He shrugged, and decided to ask his guest a question, "So, what are your hobbies, Mr. LaCroix?" "I enjoy fine culture," his guest responded nonchalantly with an arched brow. "I love the hunt most of all." "Really?" Mike leaned forward with interest. "I love to shoot deer and bear. What is your favorite game?" he asked. LaCroix was sorely tempted to tell this mortal the truth. It would ruin his wife's little secret, and he did know how hard such things were to keep. But, here in her house, discretion was the better part of valor. "I'm impartial to any predator," he finally commented. Then, he shifted his attention to the television set. Could it be? He recognized the uniforms, but a Roman legion in the twentieth century? Impossible. Cybelle cleared her throat, "Mr. LaCroix, you would be an expert in Classical military affairs. What do you think?" Her guest studied the image. "They are indeed Roman military, and judging from the uniforms, and weapons, they are from the time of Julius Caesar....," he began. Cybelle rocked on her feet. "Oh my!" she exclaimed and quickly sat down. Her husband sprang to her side, "What is it?" She rubbed her temple, "Dave's lost his temper again. I feel his anger. In fact,...no! He's lost control all together!" La Croix considered her revelation with great care. In the Raven, he had faced her brother at close range. At that point, he, as did Nicholas and Janette, sensed the dual nature of his personality. Something within that library had caused Dubois to finally lose control. Mike, for his part, was always amazed by the link between his wife and brother-in-law. If something happened to one, the other knew immediately. As a result, he knew that the news report had greater consequence than the newscasters were saying. Then, the wind rose to almost gale strength. For a moment, the burst buffeted the house and then, faded into nothingness. "Oh...kay," Mike stammered. LaCroix looked around anxiously. He felt a tiny pinprick between his eyes and then, a psychic force reverberated across his consciousness. He winced painfully, "Nicholas!" Cybelle also felt agony. "I...I can't feel him," she wailed. "Nick was with him! LaCroix, can you feel him?" "He is in pain," LaCroix ascertained and managed to climb to his feet. "We must go to him." Mike intercepted the vampire guest. "My wife isn't going anywhere right now," he pointed out. LaCroix had reached his limit. He let a greenish glint shine in his eyes and lifted his host from the floor as if he was a rag doll. "Understand this. Nothing will keep me from him! Your wife and I have business in Arizona. Do you understand?" he informed. She braced herself against the kitchen wall and commanded, "LaCroix, enough!" He dropped Mike onto the couch and rubbed his head, "We must go immediately." The phone rang. "Now who?" she wondered. "Hello, this isn't a really good time...." "Tell me about it," Karen Montoya agreed pained. "Did you just feel something?" "Like a psychic scream? It just hit me like a freight train going at full throttle," Cybelle described. "Right," Karen concurred. "So, are we going, or what?" Cybelle bit her lip nervously. This was no time for secrets now. "Listen, there is going to be a fog column appearing near you. See it?" Twenty seconds later, her friend noted, "It's here! I'll see you in a sec!" Karen hung up the phone, and stared into the portal. "Dave, I know that you would do likewise for me...," she surmised and jumped into the vapors. A moment later, she stood in the Rogers' living room. "Karen Montoya?" Mike wondered. "But how?" He looked at his wife. "You? But..." Cybelle calmed her husband, "We do need to talk, and we will...after this crisis is over." She removed two cloaks from the closet, and turned to Karen and LaCroix, "Are we ready?" Karen eyed her immortal traveling companion anxiously, accepted a cloak from Cybelle, and nodded. LaCroix gave her a brief movement of his head as well. The priestess cloaked herself as well. Then, she summoned another cloud column. Karen and LaCroix jumped through and, after a parting glance to her husband, Cybelle followed suit. Mike sat back down in his chair, and watched the drama unfold on television knowing that his wife and her friends were about to cast themselves into that very inferno.... Please send questions, comments,and suggestions to dante26@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com Subject: xover: Climax (11/24) Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2000 18:14:17 -0000 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Climax: Rematch with Ares (11/24) By David J. Duncan November 1999 For notes, please see Part 1 Chapter 14 Back at the UMC, Xena and Callisto continued to match sword thrusts with increasing ferocity. "So, this is where you've been keeping yourself," Callisto supposed. "Among other places," Xena deadpanned. Then, she winced, "David, no...." Callisto chuckled. Ares was right. She did have friends in this era. Well, too bad for them. "Aw, poor Dear, did Alti just waste your friend? Too bad!" Callisto crowed. Xena shook her head and set her mouth in a firm line, "No, too bad for you!" She swung her sword wildly. Just as her opponent jumped out of the way, the Thracian warrior lowered her shoulder, and rammed Callisto through the window. Xena turned to the staff. "Get out everyone! Sorry about the window!" she apologized. She crouched and sprung after her enemy. A triple backflip later, she landed on a grassy patch, and looked around quickly. "Where is she?" she growled. "Oh, Xennnaa," Callisto's voice taunted from thin air. "I'm going to help Alti." "The library!" Xena realized and rushed across the lot. "What I wouldn't give to have Argo right now," she muttered wistfully eyeing Speedway with bumper-to-bumper traffic. "Oh well, here goes!" She increased her pace every few feet. Just before she hit the street, she vaulted high in the air, covering the distance between all four lanes, and thirty feet of the adjacent parking lot. A three block sprint later, she spied her quarry over by the Student Health Center. "Callisto!" she challenged, drawing her sword. Callisto grinned gleefully, and turned to face the Warrior Princess, "Why, Xena, you are certainly as fast as ever....But not fast enough!" With a wicked scream, she swung her blade, only missing by a hair. Xena stared over the top of the underground Integrated Learning Center at the siege. "Roman soldiers surrounding the building? Of course, Caesar and Ares!" she realized. "Pay attention!" Callisto hollered with an annoyed tone. Xena barely managed to evade that thrust, however, she had to defeat her enemy. She locked swords with her immortal adversary, trying to find that chink in her armor.... ************************************************* Meantime, a wispy haze wafted in the bike path near the battle. Slowly, the bank solidified, and out of it charged LaCroix, Karen, and Cybelle. "What now?" Karen asked. Then, she saw the warrior women dueling nearby. "Can you two take the library?" "Certainly, but why...?" Cybelle started to ask, but the battle silenced any doubts. "Go!" she urged. Karen nodded, "Good luck, you two." She turned and ran to help her friend. "You heard her," Cybelle stated to LaCroix. "I'll meet you there," he told her and took off for the besieged building. Cybelle shook her head. This was to be her biggest test yet. However, with her big brother hurt in there, or worse...she had no hesitation. After finding a few surprises for the Romans, the young priestess sprinted towards her destination. Meanwhile the Roman leader, a veteran named Marcus Galarius, recognized her as she approached his legion's position. "Caesar and Ares will reward us if we can bring the traitoress to them." He turned and ordered her to surrender. She spurned him, "You must be kidding! Get out of my way!" Galarius fumed at her insolence. "It's your funeral! Men, charge!" he yelled. As one mass, the legion swarmed at her. She shook her head angrily. "I really don't have time for this!" She sang a chant and the breeze intensified into a howling gale. This force scattered her attackers like so many pins in a bowling alley. "Now, stay down!" she growled and resumed her pace. ************************************************* Karen stopped her sprint about 30 feet from the battle and focused on her abilities. "Here goes," she gulped nervously, and loosed a blast at Callisto's back. To her credit, the burst staggered the Blonde Berserker, allowing Xena a momentary respite. "Arrgh!" Callisto screamed half-crazed. "Who would dare?" Xena allowed herself a big smile. "Look's like the reinforcements have just arrived!" she told her adversary. The other warrior, however, paid her no mind for the moment. She was focused on the woman behind her. "You are going to die for that...slowly and painfully," she threatened. This threat unnerved Karen, yet for both Angie and Xena, she forced herself to stand there. "In your dreams, Lady!" she contradicted and pummeled Callisto with successive energy blasts of increasing magnitude. Callisto flew backward, crashing into the side of the Health Center. She was stunned, but already, she was starting to recover. And unfortunately, Karen had exhausted her reserves on those bursts. "Xena!" she called desperately. The Warrior Princess flung her chakram purposefully. It caromed off of the weakened brick overhang over Callisto, burying her in the rubble. "Thanks," Karen released a relieved breath. "I was about spent." "You're welcome. Thanks for the assist," Xena replied graciously. "Now, for the Romans!" Karen stared at the human line in front of them. "How are we going to get through that?" she gasped. Xena arched her eyebrow and shrugged, "We carve our way through. Follow me." For their part, the centurions were still recovering from Cybelle's attack. Galarius had assigned a young subordinate to watch for trouble while he tended to the others. Suddenly, the former tapped his shoulder. "Uh, Sir? I think that you should look at this," he gulped. "This had better be good!" Galarius seethed and turned to see the oncoming Warrior Princess. Given the condition of his men, retreat would have been a far better option, however, due to his orders, he commanded the remaining 25 men in his group to attack. Xena grinned wickedly and leapt right into their midst. A kick here, a chakram toss there, and a few punches later, the remainder of the Romans were decimated. "Hrumph! Well, they don't train 'em like they used to!" she baited before resuming her pace. Karen followed close behind her. Chapter 15 Alti towered over the bodies of the two men in front of her. The vampire, well, he had possibilities. But, Dubois was the one that she wanted....or rather, what remained of his abilities. "Now! I'll have it," she savored. "Can't you pick on somebody who can fight back?" a feminine voice challenged. Alti turned to see Cybelle standing in front of her. The priestess' eyes glowed with a faint yellow tint. "You must be Cybelle," the shamaness realized. "Indeed," Cybelle affirmed. "Now, back away from them!" Alti snickered maniacally, "It's going to take more than words, Young One." She focused anew, and sent another mental wave at her opponent. However, the priestess brushed it aside with ease. "Not bad. Now it's my turn." She reached for the sky, and sang a Celtic chant. From beneath the desert floor, a water geyser erupted between the combatants. A pointed finger guided the spout to flow at a right angle, hitting Alti with its full force, and knocking her to the floor. "Impressive," the shamaness observed as she managed to rise to her feet. She braced herself anew for another attack. ************************************** Caesar had regained consciousness during Alti's fight with Nick and Dave. As a result of Cybelle's attack, the two victims were left untended. From his experience with the Bacchae, the imperial leader knew about Nick's true nature. Accordingly, he found a broken leg from an oak chair, and moved in. ****************************************** Meantime, Nick had also awakened. He sat up, and shook Dave. "Wake up," he pleaded, but his friend failed to respond. "What is it going to take to revive you?" "Don't worry, Creature!" Caesar laughed. "You will be with him soon enough" He thrust the make-shift spear at the vampire detective who rolled away. But, in his weakened state, Nick could not make it too far. He tried to get up, but staggered, and fell flat onto the floor. Caesar stood over him, "Now, you die!" He thrust the stake towards Nick's exposed chest.... However, the weapon's parabola was violently derailed by an iron grip around the ancient attacker's wrist. "I think not," an icy voice told him. "Nicholas is my creation! You will not harm him!" The emperor was stunned. What manner of creature was this? "What?" It was a man, or appeared to be one at least. Tall and slender with an apparent Roman bearing, his new opponent forced him to his knees. "LaCroix...How?" Nick asked weakly. "Ah, Nicholas," LaCroix smiled paternally. "Have I not always said that I will find you no matter where you are?" He glared at the man whose wrist he was crushing like a grape, "I am a vampire, but you might call me, Lucius." "You...you...seem...Arrgh...Roman. But that's impossible," Caesar protested. The elder vampire chuckled sadistically, "That is because I was Roman. Yes, and here I have the mighty Julius Caesar." He shook his head disappointedly. "I thought that you would be more of a challenge. Oh well, I must feed, and you are convenient," he sighed, and exposed his victim's neck. "Vale, Caesarius Magnissimus et potentissimus," he saluted half-ironically. "So, you survived Vesuvius," Ares surmised from behind him. "Impressive." LaCroix glared at his former deity with contempt, "No thanks to you. My daughter saved me." He let his fangs descend, "See my true nature. This is what I am now. Consider yourself fortunate that I am beyond...such matters." Ares pointed an accusing finger at him, "I would have protected you if you had asked for it! Turncoat!" The vampire laughed incredulously, "I had just conquered a large region of Gaul in your name, and you needed me to ask for that?" A sarcastic smirk appeared on his face. "What kind of god...lets his devoted followers be destroyed? You left me, my family, and my home at Vesuvius's mercy....Oh, that's right, I apologize...Vulcan's wraith. Pompeii was wiped out, covered in a mountain of molten ash and acrid smoke." "I gave you everything!" Ares snarled indignantly. "I suppose...You did give me immortality. Granted, Divia brought me across, however....I do have you to thank for this...don't I, Ares? Now, watch your creation at work!" LaCroix stated ironically, and bent over to feed from Caesar. Ares smoldered with rage, "Nobody talks to me like that!" He submarined a fire ball which separated LaCroix from his intended meal. "I'm the god of war! Nobody talks like that to me!" LaCroix struggled back to his feet, and faced Ares. "You would save that braggart...but not me. I cleaned up his mess! I succeeded where he had failed! And yet, you would save him. If he is the kind that you protect, then you're not worth worshiping," he judged. "By your inaction, you allowed me to become a vampire, and therefore, exempted me from your bullying of the mortal world." Ares' eyes burned with a bright blue fire. "Arrgh!" he bellowed and hit the apostate vampire yet again. This time, LaCroix went down and stayed on the ground. "Now, let's see how immortal you really are," the war god growled, and summoned up an ultimate fire ball. Before he could throw it, however, he felt something hit him from behind. He turned to see Xena grasping her chakram above her head. "You too?" he sighed disconcertedly. "I don't have time for this!" Then, he sent another bolt towards his old enemy. For her part, Xena executed a back flip, evading the blast. "You missed," she baited. "You and I have business to settle." Ares shook his head angrily. This trip was turning out to be a royal pain in the ass. Worse still, he had underestimated how much he depended upon his followers' worship for his power. A quick glance of the battle told him that his cadre was outnumbered. Sure, victory was still possible, but it would be more aggravation then it was worth. A strategic retreat was in order. "Alti!" he bellowed. "Let's go!" He picked up Caesar's wounded form, and carried it with him. Over his shoulder, he added to his ally, "Now!" The shamaness, despite struggling against Cybelle, still thought that victory was possible. Still, she saw the logic in his move, and a surprise burst stunned her opponent. Racing back to the library foyer, she saw Francesca trying to flee. A smile crossed her features. Francesca tried to get away. "No!" she protested as her attacker grabbed her wrist. "You're my insurance," Alti smiled wickedly. "Let's go!" She dragged her captive towards Ares' meeting place. Across the street, Ares met up with Discord. "So, what did you do?" he inquired. She smirked proudly, "I...uh...dug Callisto out of the rubble, and...." She pulled Natalie into view. "found us a friend of Xena's as insurance." Callisto winced in irritation. Being grateful to Ares' little harlot was a fate worse than death. "Yeah, yeah...Thanks a lot," she dismissed the favor. He sighed. This dissension among the group was bad, and a hostage would only slow them down. When he saw Alti dragging another woman into view, he bellowed, "What are you doing?" Alti stared intensely at him, "Insurance. Now, are we leaving, or not?" Just then, the group saw Xena sprinting towards them. "Not so fast, Ares!" she challenged. "Another time, Xena," he stated menacingly, teleporting his group, not to mention the hostages, and Caesar's remaining troops, away from the scene. "No! Damn it!" she screamed in frustration. Then, she surveyed the area. The library foyer was badly damaged. Two people had been kidnapped. Finally, Dave and Nick were unconscious an injured. Somebody would have to account for this mess... Please send questions,comments, and suggestions to dante26@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com Subject: xover: Climax (12/24) Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2000 18:14:57 -0000 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU xover: Climax: Rematch with Ares (12/24) By David J. Duncan November 1999 For notes, please see Part 1 Chapter 16 Tracy pulled a sharp right turn from Cherry Ave onto Third St. and slammed on the brakes. She got out of the Caddy, and looked around in disbelief. Large areas of grass had been scorched on the mall area. The Student Health Center's facade had collapsed onto the pavement in front of her. And one could only imagine what the inside of the library looked like.....At least the building was intact. "What the...?" she wondered aloud. "But, given everything else that's going on, should I be surprised? Nick, what have you gotten yourself into?" She had a feeling that her partner was in trouble...big trouble. Running at full speed, she traversed the remaining distance between her and the library. Once through the foyer, a quick look around told the whole story. The doors to the session area had been blown open. A patch of scorched tile marked an area in the center of the floor. The staff, for their part, were dazed and confused. In the midst of the damage, she saw a thin man in a black suit, and a woman with short brown hair and a blue dress leaning over what seemed to be Nick and another man. "What the....?" she puzzled, and walked over. "Excuse me, Tracy Brown, TPD. If you don't mind me asking, what the heck is going on here?" she identified herself, and flashed her badge. The man produced his own ID. "Steven Petersen, FBI. What would you like to know?" "What happened? The outside...It looks like a battle zone," she supposed. "That's classified information," he informed Tracy. "Look, Agent Petersen," Tracy demanded furiously. "See the man with the blonde hair on the floor? He's my partner, and what involves him, involves me....Got it?" The FBI agent sighed, "I'm sorry, but..." The other woman interrupted him. "My apologies, Agent Petersen. That's okay. Detective, I'm Caitlin Sommers, the library dean. About your partner, my apologies....We're still sorting out the details. However, he stopped things from getting worse." "Worse?..." Tracy queried. "It looks like there was a war in here. My partner and I received a request for assistance from Dispatch, and the Pima County ME, Dr. Natalie LeBeau. She reported a crisis at the UMC. Dispatch said there was another one here. Accordingly, we split up." "And, I take it that you went to the UMC?" Steve assumed. Tracy shot him an impatient look. "Now, he wants to jump in, how touching...," she grumbled to herself, but for everyone's sake, decided to play ball with this guy. "Yes, I did. Everyone's shaken up, but okay. However, Dr. LeBeau has disappeared, and with my partner out of commission, this is really going to give my captain a conniption," she explained. Steve shook his head in belief, "Not to mention my boss back in San Francisco. Wow. When Dave gets in trouble, he sure gets in deep. I should have listened to him when he told me about his bad feelings about tonight..." That remark got Caitlin's attention, "What? David knew that something was going to happen?" He winced, "Not exactly. He was really unclear about it. But, when he senses something like that, I usually take heed. This time, however, I figured that he was just too stressed...." Tracy nodded, "Nick had a similar feeling, and they did talk two nights ago. By the way, where is David?" Steve pointed dejectedly to the three victims. "He's lying there beside your partner." "So, who did this?" Tracy asked again. "If we were in the comics," he stated, "I would say a group of super villains. But, as far as I can tell, we really had a long dead Roman emperor, a shamaness, Ares, the Greek god of war, and a Roman legion here. I personally saw the first two on the list." "At the hospital, witnesses saw a blonde warrior woman fighting another person named Xena. Plus, Natalie was last seen with a dark-haired hussy in leather with a black skirt," Tracy collaborated. Caitlin rolled her eyes dejectedly. The Regents were really going to love this mess. Oh, heads were definitely going to roll over this scenario. Still, she needed to keep Dave's talents a secret within the library. "David did keep the situation under control. But, that shamaness took Dr. Alvaro as well." Just then, she noticed another leatherclad woman running into the area. "Hey, wait! Stop!" Tracy turned towards the door. Sure enough, it was the Xena woman from the Toronto bank. But, how could she go after her without blowing her cover? Steve, on the other hand, knew that Xena needed to get Dave and the others out of there. While he had concerns over her previous escapade in Toronto, only she and her friends could help. Sooner or later, the rest of Tucson's Finest were going to show up, and prove troublesome for them all. But, how would they get everyone out of there? *********************************************** Xena looked around anxiously. One second, Ares was standing on the grass with his company, and then, she heard a familiar sound: sirens. Her eyes widened anxiously, "That noise means that the authorities are coming!" She ran back towards the library. A few people were still milled around, but they were not her primary concern. Rather, she focused on the three men lying in front of her. The blond woman started to run over towards her, "Stop! Tucson Police! I want to talk to you!" Xena arched her eyebrow sarcastically. "Maybe some other time," she declined, hefting Dave on her left shoulder. She saw Steve Petersen move to cut off the police officer. "Detective Brown, don't! She's got to get Nick out of here!" The female detective looked at him, and then, at the woman warrior. "I don't like it, but you're right. Just get him to safety," she acquiesced. Xena smiled and nodded. Slumping over, she took Nick onto her right shoulder. The police lights were now in view. Another moment, and they would be surrounded. More importantly, the injured needed to get immediate medical attention away from prying eyes. Fortunately, a cloud column appeared beside them. From its depths, Cybelle stuck her head out towards them. "Let's go!" she urged. The priestess did not have to tell her three companions twice. Within an instant, they dove through the portal. When they stepped out of it, they were back in the Dubois' eastside apartment. Placing the three injured parties onto the apartment's beds, they observed their unmoving friends. "This will do for now. But, the police will be here sooner or later. I'll go back to my house and prepare things," Cybelle informed her friends and disappeared into another smoke column. ***************************** Back at the library, Steve looked at Tracy. "Thanks," he told her. She shook her head, "Don't thank me yet. We still have to deal with Ramirez, not to mention your boss as well." He grumbled knowingly. The bureaucrats would be Hell to deal with. At least, they would take it together. "Come on, let's get this over with..." he sighed as they walked towards Ramirez's car. Chapter 17 Tracy and Steve decided to head back to the precinct. Once there, Tracy guided him over to her desk, and invited him to sit down. "Is it really okay? To sit in your partner's seat?" he doubted. "Sure, you bailed him out of further trouble, and you're about to take some heat on his behalf. Trust me, take the seat," she advised him. "Cup of coffee?" "Thanks, I think that I might need it later," he dreaded the inevitable. She leaned back in her chair which creaked in protest. "Hey, it happens. We all mess up," she shrugged. "I don't understand what happened back there, but I hope that you did the right thing by letting them take Nick like that." Steve looked around to make sure that nobody was close enough to listen. "It was the only option for somebody like him, if you get my drift," he explained. "There would have been far too many questions." "There still will be," she noted. "Take a look at who's coming towards us." The agent glanced in the direction where she was pointing, and spotted Ramirez, and Captain Ben Rojas of the Arizona State Police bearing down on them. "Damn!" he muttered low. "Any last requests?" Tracy baited. Steve shot her an impatient glare. Now was not the time for this B.S. on both levels..... Ramirez had reached the desk. Needless to say, he was not happy, "My office, ahora!" he ordered, and stormed towards that area with his companion following closely behind. Steve stood up, and sighed, "I guess that's our cue." "Are you really going to refuse?" she replied half-seriously. "No, I'm afraid that's not an option," he conceded. "Let's get this over with." They walked over to Ramirez's door, and knocked loudly. "Si? Detective Brown, if that's you....Come in, and bring your friend with you," he directed angrily. Tracy squeezed her eyes shut....Oh man, Petersen was right. This was going to be something else. But, it was too late to back out now. "C'mon," Steve reassured her. He turned the doorknob, and they walked in. He shut the door behind them. Ramirez and Rojas stared at them intensely. "Sienta se," the Captain indicated, and motioned towards the two chairs. "First question", Rojas started towards Steve. "Who are you, Sir?" Steve steeled himself, and flashed his badge, "Agent Steven Petersen, FBI. I know who you are, Captain Rojas." Rojas smiled, like a shark moving in on dinner, "Good, then you know that I don't like my turf stepped on." Steve shrugged, "I came here to see my friend, David Dubois, not to step in on your jurisdiction. But, given how you let those criminals get away....." A smile formed ever so slowly on his face. Tracy glanced at him nervously. Obviously, Petersen had a plan, but she hoped that he would be careful in applying it. "No thanks to either of you," Ramirez pointed out. "I could call your superiors in San Francisco, and have your badge pulled." "Remember, Agent Petersen, this is our pond," Rojas added menacingly. "While you're reminding me of your turf wars, Gentlemen, I might remind you that once they disappeared within that smoke, they might be anywhere by now, probably putting them well out of your jurisdiction. In fact, if you must know, I was trying to communicate with those people. Detective Brown was helping me until your arrival spooked them." "It's still a jurisdiction issue," Rojas stubbornly maintained. "And since they are out of your jurisdiction, that removes you from the situation. Doesn't it, Captain Rojas? Steve smiled sarcastically. "And yes, while we are talking about making phone calls, Captain Ramirez, I would like to make one to my superiors, and file a complaint against you for harassment." "You're full of it," Rojas chuckled. "Try me," Steve affirmed. "Your approach ruined everything. Given the fact that the people who were the aggressors had already departed, we could have learned a lot from the remaining folks." "Well," Ramirez backed off. "Dr. Sommers' account collaborates your story. What do you think, Detective Brown?" She looked at Steve cautiously, and hoped that she could match his explanation, "It basically went the way that Agent Petersen stated, Captain. By the time I got there, everything was pretty quiet. I think that we can work together, however." The captain scratched his chin. If Petersen did play his hand, he would have every right to claim Federal jurisdiction which, if his bosses wished, would push both TPD and the State Police out of the equation. On the other hand, if he agreed to work with them, it would be beneficial for everyone. "What do you think, Agent Petersen? Can we work together?" He agreed, "I don't see why not, Captain. Let's see how it goes." Rising from his chair, the agent shook hands with Captain Ramirez. "Bueno!" Ramirez cheered. Rojas, on the other hand, was not as convinced. But, he had no choice, if he wanted to be included in the mix. "Okay," he muttered, and shook Steve's hand, albeit unwillingly. "Sorry, Captain, but can we get back to work on this case?" Tracy jumped in. "Absolutely," Ramirez allowed. "Go to it, and bring me some results!" They nodded, walked out of the office, and headed for the parking lot where the rented gray Pontiac Voyager awaited them. "Thanks," Tracy confessed, "To tell you the truth, I thought that you were going to get shot down in there. But, when you pulled that ace out of your deck..." He smiled at her, "You're welcome. Actually, your captain seems like a nice guy, but Ben Rojas can be a real pain, if you know what I mean." "I can see why you would say that," she concurred with his assessment. "Now, let's find somewhere private to compare notes, and start our investigation." "Sounds good to me," he stated. They got into the vehicle, and drove away into the Sonoran night. Please send questions,comments, and suggestions to dante26@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com Subject: xover: Climax (13/24) Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2001 06:40:03 -0000 From: "David J. Duncan" To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Happy New Year Everyone!!!--Now more Climax. Thanks & happy new millenium everyone--David xover: Climax: Rematch with Ares (13/24) By David J. Duncan November 1999 For notes, please see part 1 Chapter 18 While the FBI, the Arizona State Police and Tucson's Finest argued over jurisdiction back in Arizona, Cybelle had prepped her house and brought the party there. "We should be safe here," she concluded. "What about them?" Karen asked, staring at Xena in the next room. "Can we help our friends and stay hidden?" "I know. I'm concerned about them too," the priestess agreed and moved to comfort her friend. ************************************************ Meanwhile, Xena stood by Dave's bed. Cybelle had coated his body with a mixture of healing herbs, in order to help his wounds. His mental health, however, remained a mystery. "Why wouldn't you listen to me?" she moaned sadly. The battlefield had claimed so many friends over the years. Now, she sat by the bed of another soul hanging in the balance. "Angela," she lectured, "I told you not to let him face Alti alone!" "Neither of them had much choice apparently," Nick coughed. "How are you doing?" she inquired. "I'll live," he supposed. "LaCroix will survive, as well....He took a direct hit from Ares. I...saw it happen before I blacked out. Anything new?" She shook her head, "No, and the signs aren't good either. I have seen Alti do this before. When she steals a person's essence, she shatters the victim's mind. He's a vegetable." "We cannot be sure of that yet," Cybelle advised. "Thank you for watching over him." Xena nodded, "You're welcome, Cybelle." "Has there been any change?" she inquired "No, at least no visible changes," Nick reported. Xena sighed deeply and explained. "Now, Angela needs to be here. Cover your eyes, and stand back." She sheathed her sword and concentrated. Within seconds, Angie stood in her place. "Goodness....That should get easier over time, but it doesn't," Angie sighed dazedly. Then, she saw her husband's body on the bed. "Why wasn't I there?" she wailed. "You didn't know....," Nick started. "But, Xena told me!" she sniffled miserably. "I should have realized what was going on." "It will be all right," Cybelle assured her. She managed a brief smile. "Th...Thanks. When you say it, I believe it." "We will do everything that we can for him," her sister-in-law confirmed. Just then, she noticed something. A small psychic glimmer. It came from Dave. "Did you...?" she asked Angie. She concentrated, and smiled when she felt it too. "Yes!" she exclaimed. "I did feel it!" "Somehow, he's still alive in there. We need Karen for a rather risky procedure, but frankly,