Challenge Fluff Response -- Razor's Edge

[darandkerry.livejournal.com]

Title: Razor’s Edge

Author: Ann

Fandom: Xena

Pairing: Xena/Gabrielle

Disclaimer: I don’t think anyone has every owned these two.

Author’s Note: I’m using the clones from “Send in the Clones.” 

Special Note: These two opened the door for fanfiction, and for that, I am truly thankful. 

 

 

 

 

The light flickers from the streetlamp outside the seedy hotel room as the TV softly plays inside. The bed is occupied by two figures, one golden haired and one midnight. The fairer of the two sticks her head out from under the covers and asks “Xena, are you still watching that picture box?”   No reply comes from the warrior princess.  

 

Gabrielle squints at the screen saying “This was on when I went to sleep and that was candlemarks ago. Don’t tell me you’re watching it again.” Xena never takes her eyes off the TV as she replies “No, it’s the same guy, but a different tale. I think this is number five.”

 

Aghast, Gabrielle replies “You’re not serious. I can’t believe there was even one story told about this guy. He can barely even talk, and where did he get that name? His parents set him up for failure that’s for sure. I mean, really. Rocky?”

 

Xena opens her mouth to defend the guy, but she finds she can’t think of a thing to say. Instead, she offers “Well, I couldn’t find anything else to watch. Besides, there’s always fighting going on around this guy.”

 

The two continue to discuss the merits of the Rocky tales when a commercial comes over the airwaves. Xena’s attention moves back to the screen as she excitedly says “Hey, Gabrielle, look. There’s that weapon I got you the day we crawled into that metal flying machine.”

 

Grimacing, Gabrielle replies “Don’t remind me of that day. I hated that thing. It was so loud. I much preferred the Valkyrie’s flying horses.” She hesitates before adding “You know that thing is not a weapon. It doesn’t even come close to your breast dagger.”

 

Backpedaling, Xena answers “It was the perfect weapon. It even had a tiny sheath to keep the sharp edge from cutting your breasts. And the guy who made it has to be kin to Hephaestus with a name like Gillette.”

 

As she once again looks at the figure on the screen, Xena protectively pulls Gabrielle into an embrace. “Don’t look Gabrielle.   That woman is going to turn the weapon on herself.”

 

Gabrielle quickly shuts her eyes not wanting to witness the death of the woman. She opens them again when she hears Xena utter “What in Hades is she doing? She’s putting some kind of white stuff on her legs and … by the gods . . . she’s going to try to cut her leg off!”

 

Gabrielle faints in Xena’s arms.

Comments

[eclecticfan.livejournal.com]

YEA!!!!

w00t - got the cut to work!

and nice fic to BTW - good use of the clones...

[darandkerry.livejournal.com]

Finally, I think I tricked LJ somehow to get the cut to work. Thanks for your efforts in trying to help me figure out what went wrong and thanks for the comments on the fic. The clones were the only thing I could think of to get Xena and Gabrielle to modern day New York.

[ralst.livejournal.com]

Love the last line - and the Rocky comments.

[darandkerry.livejournal.com]

I know Gabrielle isn't as squimish as she used to be, but I thought she might have had some bad memories of "Is There a Doctor in the House?" As for Rocky, his lack of vocabulary always bothered me -- yo, Adrienne.

[ncruuk.livejournal.com]

I really thought I'd already commented on this one...

I agree with ralst - brilliant use of Rocky and great last line.

You were wondering how someone was going to get a flamingo in a press briefing room? I was stuck trying to get my mind around Xena in New York!

Great job!

[darandkerry.livejournal.com]

Aren't clones a wonderful thing? You can take them anywhere.

Ann

[zgirl714.livejournal.com]

They had razors back in ancient Greece. The little blades on the razors would only perplex Xena and wonder how they were able to make it so small and smooth.

[darandkerry.livejournal.com]

If I remember correctly, there was a small problem when the clones were being created. I think there was a slight malfunction in the computer system when the memory logs were being 'loaded.' In my fluff, their knowledge of razors was never transmitted.
Ann