Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'm just borrowing them.
A/N: Contains loving theme between two adult women. Not your thing, then don't read.

Blood.

Crimson red blood. There's so much, and it's on your hands. You idly wonder if they're permanently stained, the crevices taking on a deeper hue. It never used to bother you. You never used to care. But now, now things were different.

"Xena?"

You knew she was there even before she spoke. Years of training and battle have honed your senses but again, this was different. You can feel her even before your other senses kick in.

"Let me help."

It's more an order than a question and you find yourself holding out your hands. How did you come to depend on her? The two of you couldn't be more different.

"What did I do to deserve you?"

Your voice is little above a whisper and you hardly recognise it. Her movements still so you risk a look, your eyes meeting. The smile she gives you lights up her entire face. You can feel your whole body fill with warmth from just that one smile.

"Guess you're just lucky."

Her voice is also a whisper yet you hear it loud and clear. The conviction with which the simple statement was made makes you believe it to be true. You are lucky.

Lucky to have met her.

Lucky to be loved by her.

Gabrielle.