For you, Mary

[identity profile] barbaraa.livejournal.com 2004-10-08 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
Here, you go, Mary. And it was done all in 58 words. :)
Then can I talk you into betaing my rewrite of Mummy Dearest? No one has volunteered to do it on the rljwriter's list. Maybe the 48 pages scared them, y'think?




Hercules rolled over on the heap of straw and sat up, surprised.

"What's the matter, Hero? Expecting someone else?" Autolycus was picking straw out of his hair between shaking it out of his tunic.

"Uh---"

"Snappy comeback. Don't worry. We didn't do anything." He slipped the tunic over his head, muffling the comment, "Not for lack of trying."

Well...

[identity profile] barkeep.livejournal.com 2004-10-08 10:50 am (UTC)(link)
I was going to try to be good and get some work done this morning.
But this was more fun.
Thanks for the great first line!
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Iolaus counted stars, using the rhythm of Hercules' measured breath. In, two three, out five six. Hercules was resting easily now, his body healing from the damage done by Hephaestus' arrow. In, eight nine, out eleven twelve. Don't die, Herc. Please, don't die.

Every time Iolaus closed his eyes he found himself reliving the moment when his friend was lying helpless in his arms, an arrow protruding from his chest. His eyes still on the patch of sky that he could see through the barn doors, Iolaus reached over and laid a hand on Hercules' chest. Please, don't ever die.