Reunion III:

Chapter 1: Deal

A/N: This installment will have Calli/Cassandra in it, and you should probably read I'm Not That Person first, but it isn't really necessary. Hope you enjoy it! Review please.

Disclaimer: All Class of the Titans things are not owned by me.

xxx…And Don't You Forget About Me …xxx

"Hera!" Cassandra stormed into her plushy room, screaming her name, bloody murder written upon her face. Hera swallowed and walked near the woman, studying her. Her hair was midway down her back, curled into copper ringlets that bounced whenever she moved. She was possibly the tiniest woman Hera had ever met. She was only twenty-eight, but the top of her head was probably only about five feet. Give or take an inch. Her eyes were a vibrant blue color, and her face was round.

"Cassandra, please, sit with me, let us discuss." Hera beckoned the tiny woman to her couch.

"Sit! Sit! Are you joking with me Hera?! It was only out of trust and love for you and Athena that made me believe you all those years ago when you told me you had altered my timeline. It was only trust that made me survive in this horrible century of cars and cell phones. It was only trust that made me accept the slight differences in my appearance. I did not ask for an explanation when I awoke in a different body than I expected! I did not wonder what would possess you to change my life so much when you told me it would help later on! I have never done anything bad for you Hera, I trusted you. But I am running out of trust!" Cassandra screamed at the queen of the gods.

Hera sighed wistfully; Cassandra had always been more like her great granddaughter Calli than any other ancestor in the prophetess' line. Calli had no fear when screaming at Hera, nor did she take anything from anyone. No matter her size, Calli would fight to the death.

Calli had been the latest descendant from Cassandra, who had lived in the Trojan War. Apollo had granted Cassandra the ability of prophecy in return for her love. She however did not love him and he cursed her, making sure none should ever believe her prophecies again. Ajax had later raped Cassandra in one of Athena's temples. Athena had been furious and had seen to it that everyone had gotten their justice. But unfortunately, Cassandra had become pregnant. Cassandra had borne a girl, also with the ability for prophecy, but also never believed.

Every descendant in the line of Cassandra had been a girl. And every single girl had been raped and impregnated. Her line was cursed. As time wore on, the believability of her prophecies increased, but none took her seriously yet.

And then, when Hera had pushed back Calli's time, she had instead pushed back Calli's self. Every woman in Cassandra's line had the memories of their ancestors, thus making them the most powerful prophetess of the times. But Calli had been destroyed, mentally, and Cassandra had taken residence in her body.

Herry, the descendant of Hercules had loved Calli. She was his soul mate. It seemed that Hercules' line was also cursed to love Cassandra's line. Hercules' son, Telephus, had loved Cassandra. But she had scorned him.

Hera was also expecting Cassandra to reject Herry. If Herry even felt the same. Cassandra may look like the woman Herry had once loved, but she was not the same inside.

The only hope Hera held out, was that maybe if Calli loved Herry enough, she might take control of her body. She might push Cassandra back. But Hera sincerely did not hold out hope on this. But it was either this, or attempt to make Cassandra love the descendant of Hercules.

And Cassandra hated all men, and had never been in love. Herry was so stubborn, that even if he did not know he loved Calli, perhaps his subconscious would never allow him to love another.

Hera never could tolerate humans. They were so unpredictable. Gods, she understood. Spirits, Mystical creatures and Monsters she understood. But humans, Hera could never predict. They were quite amazing creatures actually. A homosapien was destined to live, at most, about a century. And yet, they found it possible to hate enough to kill, to love enough to die for. They were so full of emotions, Hera hated it. You never knew if a human would jump in front of a bullet to save his love, or send a bullet to kill her.

"Alright, Cassandra, please calm down. What is it you are asking of me?" Hera said patiently, watching the fury leave the woman.

Cassandra watched her from Calli's blue eyes. She seemed broken, weak and terrified. Something that she never would be. "I just want to go home Hera. I hate it here. It is dirty, and people talk too loud. I don't understand where our cities went, or why no one worships even the most common of gods now. It's all just one god, one man, one person." Tears gathered in her eyes, and she tried to keep her head from falling. "Please Hera, I have never asked for the curse I have to be removed. I have never asked anything of you before, but I ask this now. Send me home Hera. Let me just go home."

Hera felt her heart swell with sympathy. It was true that Cassandra had never before pleaded for anything in her life. She was, after all, the princess of the Trojans. She bowed to no one, no matter what era.

"I can't" Hera choked.

Immediately the begging was gone, replaced by fury. Hera felt the surging powers of Cassandra, and she was thrown into a marble pillar. Cassandra's eyes glowed bright emerald green, a testament to her powers. Cassandra was a nature prophetess. One of the less dangerous types of prophetess, only drawing her power from nature. But she was volatile, and could as easily hurt you, as she could help you. Much like nature. She either became poison ivy, or a sheltering tree. Cassandra had been the cruelest of all her line. It could be because she was the one who had received the curse first, and it was most potent in her. Maybe it was Ajax's fault, as he raped her and made her bitter. But her baby had been taken away almost instantly, seeing as how Cassandra could not take care of it.

"Hera, I am not kidding around here. If you will not take me back, I will create such a rift in the prophecies, that I will unravel fate itself. You know I have the power." Cassandra threatened the suspended Hera.

Hera cursed from her place on the pillar. She should have had her plants removed before Cassandra came in. If there was no nature near her, Cassandra was powerless.

"Listen to me. If you do one thing for me, I will take you back." Hera said. She was immediately let down gently to her feet.

"Anything." Cassandra promised. Hera immediately felt guilty, she was basically about to put Cassandra through torture. She hated men.

"I need you to seek out a man named Herry. He will be in the Delano hotel. You need to stay with him constantly for one week." Hera declared. She could almost see Cassandra stiffen and the rage start. Hera immediately teleported all her plants into another room.

"Good move Hera, "Cassandra growled, "I will stay with him for one day."

"Five." Hera replied.

"Two."

"Four." Hera growled.

"Three and that is final." Cassandra turned away from the Queen of the Gods, trying to hide her remorse at hurting Hera so. The prophetess honestly liked the Queen, but she really missed her home.

"It will have to do. Three days, night and day. Make up whatever excuse you need to stay near him, but do not leave his side."

Cassandra nodded imperiously and went to leave. Just as she opened the door, Hera turned once more to look at her.

"Oh and Cassandra?" Hera called. The woman looked back, "You have to talk to him. Don't just follow him and pretend he doesn't exist. This one is different, he won't hurt you. He wouldn't hurt anyone who didn't deserve it. Please believe I would never send you in to get hurt."

Cassandra's countenance softened, "I do have that much trust left in you Hera. I will talk to this idiot Herry, if only out of love for you."

xxx…Time Goes By So Slowly, And Time Can Do So Much, Are You Still Mine? …xxx

Herry sighed as he thought of his latest encounter. He had only flipped him a dollar, for his chocolate bar, but that had made a big difference in Herry. Jay had had some speckle of recognition for Herry.

The hugely muscular man groaned heavily as he thought of his teammates. He had searched them all out, at one time or another, just to see if they were happy. Or to see if they remembered. But it appeared as though Hercules' descendant was the only one who had not been affected by Hera's time magic. Herry was almost positive it had something to do with his strength; maybe magic just didn't work as well on him. Because it had worked, for a little while. Herry had been born again as a baby, grown up to a man, and only when he had hit his eighteenth birthday and he had traveled to Paris had he remembered everything.

He had been sitting at the bus stop in Paris, expecting to get on the bus, have another wonderfully ordinary day, and go eat dinner. But his plan changed as the bus pulled up and Herry saw the picture of the blonde model on its side. Everything had come rushing back, clear as day. And Herry for the first time in his life, had felt complete. He remembered everything.

He had recalled Neil, and his self centered opinion, and how that had all changed when he had lain eyes on the beautiful and mysterious Danaya. He remembered Jay, shouldering the responsibility for Cronus, and trying to pretend he did not care for Theresa, who in actuality was the only thing he did care about. He knew about Archie, and how he had loved Atlanta more than life itself. And he remembered Atlanta, who even though everyone thought her oblivious, knew Archie loved her. She had loved him too, but she had never spoken of it, just like Jay. Memories of Odie's knowledge and geeky comments had come to his mind. Thoughts of how Danaya had jumped away from him at every meeting haunted him. Herry had remembered everything. He had remembered what life as a hero felt like. He had remembered what belonging felt like.

But most of all, he remembered what being in love felt like. Herry almost wished he had never seen Neil's picture on the bus. He almost wished he did not know his past. But how could Herry ever wish that, when to forget, meant to never know the peace he had felt when he was with her. How could Herry ever forsake someone who made him live?

Herry tried to shake his thoughts out of his head, refusing to speak her name, for fear of the fact that would come crashing down on him. She was dead. She had to be. Herry had done extensive research on the fate of his friends.

Atlanta was a gym teacher, and lived a monotonous but safe lifestyle. She was living; if not well. He had gotten the distinct impression that Atlanta might have remembered some, if not all of her past.

Jay was son to one of the richest men in Europe, and yet he lived life like a common person. But he looked okay. Actually, Jay didn't look like much at all. He didn't really show emotion.

Neil was living his fantasy, number one model in Europe, and also filthy rich. He was living fabulously, even if he did always look sad. Odie worked at NASA, and had been so important that Herry had only ever gotten a glimpse of his face.

Archie was a foster home for street kids, but like Atlanta, he had this terrible knowledge on his face that haunted Herry to this day.

But by far, the strangest of all was Danaya. She seemed to have been hit the hardest, along with Archie. She was not well off, but she lived a fairly healthy lifestyle. Herry wasn't worried about her life; it was more the choices she made about her life. She was reckless, as if she didn't really care if she died. The last time Herry had seen her, she had been free falling off a building onto a safety mattress for stunt jumpers. But the mattress had only been the size of a king bed, and Danaya had to aim precisely; otherwise she would hit the concrete from forty floors up.

Luckily Danaya had always had really good aim. She had landed perfectly in the stunt mat, completely unharmed. It had frightened Herry. But not as much as the look she gave the building top and the concrete. Almost like she wanted to try it again without the mat.

Herry had found all of his friends. All but one. The only one that mattered. Herry hated to think of her. Of the way her copper curls fell into her eyes sometimes. Or the way she controlled him with a flick of her eyelashes, even though she was probably at most five feet and three inches, and he was six feet four inches. The way her blue eyes had regarded him as more than just a muscular man. The way she loved him. And the way that her slender body had fit perfectly into his arms.

Calli. The name sounded in time to his heartbeats. It had been much too long since he had thought of her. Much too long since he had remembered her.

And it had been a lifetime since he had held her.

xxx... My Darling, I've Hungered For Your Touch, a Long Lonely Time …xxx