Prologue Part 1 Part 2
Title: Love's Child
Pairing: n/a
Rating: G for now
Premises: Child Cupid Challenge
Sequel/Prequel: fic is a one shot
Part:Prologue
Narrator: "It was simple really, meant to be a loving gesture to
save a crumbling structure. But leave it to the Fates, those fickle
and abhorrently capricious beings to turn an act of selfless
devotion into one big old .... well there ain't any other word for
it but 'big ole mess.'"
"Yes, well I would say pile of *achoo--it* but there are children
present and we know how impressionable those eager sponges are for
retaining the incorrect forms of knowledge."
"I guess at this point you are scratching your head going, who the
*achoo-ell is this, and what are they talking about?"
"Well I go by many names, but let's just call me your friendly
neighbourhood *peace-keeper* (chuckling to himself)
"Alright, peace keeper may be a little too far fetched considering
who I am, but I am about to tell you a story, and like all great
stories, it is a love story, and like all great love stories, it has
sadness, heartache, but most of all, a shining sterling path of
love."
"Not that I believe in love, love, bah-- give me lust any day, but
then, this is not my story, so sit back and I hope you will enjoy."
"The setting is mythical, the names have not been changed, on Mt.
Olympus where the Gods play is where we open our scene."
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Now the day started out like any other day, well any other day on
Mt. Olympus, Aphrodite was running around in nothing more than her
birthday suit and a pair of straps, (lingerie for those who don't
get it) and Ares was for the billionath time hoping against hope
that the straps would hold and the hounds of hell would not be
unleashed.
"Arry, darling, you gotta help me," the barely dressed, I hope the
straps don't fail, I know she knows better than to run around like
that, watch she catches a cold, goddess pouts.
Rolling his eyes, but not where she could see it mind you, he
*mentally* rolled his eyes at her. Not that The Big Bad was scared
of little 'Dite' oh no, no sirree, it's just, its hard to be the Big
Bad when you can't get your solidier to stand at attention because
you pissed of the 'i hope her straps don't fail me now' goddess.
"What do you need now sis?"
Pouting coyly, battering her eyelashes and puckering up her lips.
'I wonder if I should tell her that look makes her look like a
puffer fish and her breast, which, oh Gaia are about to pop out sag,
a little.' he thinks to himself.
At this point Mr. Solidier man who had no interest in the going ons
around him suddenly takes notice of his intellectually challenged,
stupidity sure as hell did not skip this generation god.
'Don't you dare, last time you did, I was out of commission for a
month, and let me tell you, by the end of that time Hestia was
looking good,' he hisses.
(Narrator, Ares and Mr. Solidier Man all shudder at *that* thought)
So finally in possession of his senses and the knowledge that
sometimes it does not hurt to keep your mouth shut, he smiles at the
puckering fish in front of him.
Tapping his hands, "I'm waiting," he mutters to the still posing
pucker fish.
Staring at Ares in disbelief, 'I know he did not use that tone of
voice with me.' the pucker fish -- I mean Aphrodite thinks to
herself. Straightening out her shoulders and standing at her full
height, she is tempted to do something really childish, but settles
for just sticking out her tougue at him, after all, she was mature
nowadays you know.
"No thanks" comes the dry reply "that's how we got Cupid."
Narrowing her eyes she turns her back to him and goes to strike her
posterior but he stops her with, "that's how we got Phobos my dear.
Now it really is fascinating, this trip down memory lane, Zeus knows
I love my children but would never willing travel that road again,
but I need to know what's the matter?"
Sighing, "It's Cupie."
"Is he hurt?"
"No."
"Is he in some kind of trouble?"
"Ummmm--no."
"Is there a problem with Bliss?"
"No."
"Psyche?"
Eyes rolling saracastically, 'I wish she thinks' "No"
Getting fed up by now, but only the gentle nudging of Mr. Solidier
lets him hold his tongue, "Then what is it?"
"Well you see, I was kinda --- well I kinda was trying this new
potion, and the thing about it was I wasn't sure that it was going
to work, but it was supposed to be a really good potion, the kind
that would get temples built for me in distant lands, but I needed
someone, but then I found someone, then I lost them, but I needed to
try out the potion, and then I found someone again, but then I
thought I needed to find someone else because I wasn't sure it would
work on a mortal, but everyone I could think of wasn't quite what I
wanted, because I didn't want anyone to steal it, you know,
copyright fraud and everything, so I chose Cupid, cause you see,
mother-son, he wouldn't fraud me, is that the way you say it? fraud
me? anyway I gave, he took, well he didn't know what he took
because..."
"Dite what did you do?"
Tears of frustration now rolling down her eyes, at this sight Ares
get scared, well not scared, BB (Big Bad) does not do scared, at
this point he gets highly concerned, because Dite doesn't cry, it
would mess up her makeup, she may scream and yell and pout and glare
and do just about everything to get her way but Aphrodite, a woman
who would give Narcissus a run for his money did not cry.
Really worried now, "what's the matter with my son?" Reaching out he
feels for Cupid, feeling a signal, he sighs in relief, whatever it
was, Cupid was not hurt or dead, although the signal was off a
little.
"Well you see Ares.." stomping her foot, "it was not my fault, but
please Ares, you gotta fix it."
In a shower of sparkles she disappears, just as soon as she does a
package lands in his lap. Looking down he notices it is a little
winged God, but the signal from the sleeping god feels familiar and
the blonde hair lets him know that it wasn't Bliss asleep in his
arms as Bliss's hair was more of a honey than a wheat blonde.
Slowly turning the child over as he begins to stir, Ares stares
unbelievingly at the eyes looking back at him
"APHRODITE!!"
Eyes open wide, the child in his arms lips start to slowly tremble
and big fat tears start to gather in them. why was the big man
shouting at him? and why was he calling him Aphrodite? he was a boy,
not a girl, the big man obliviously needed glasses, he was old you
know, and they did say the eyes or the senses were the first to go.
But the big man continued to shout at him calling him Aphrodite, and
it hurt his ears, 'oh two can play this game' he thinks, 'you want
loud, I will show you loud.'
Shaking his head quickly, Ares barely gets out a 'oh, no please
don't" before a loud wail echoes through the halls of wall.
"Waaaaa"
"Please baby don't, don't cry, see papa gonna get you a horse."
Cupid suddenly stops crying as a winged pegasus suddenly appears in
front of him.
Looking up at the big man suspiciously, pointing to the horse then
back at himself, "Mine"
Chuckling to himself how quickly the tears stopped at the sight to
the horse, "yes, baby yours."
At this the horse in questions snorts unbelievingly, 'who the heck
does he think he is, giving me away to, l'enfant, I am a champion
stallion, I have epics written about me. Why my father was the first
horse to ever fly across the ocean, I am decended from a line of
kings, I am not now nor will I ever be some little bebe's horse.
They must think I am some sort of nag.'
Glaring at the adult god, (not the baby), Pegasus looks at him
until he has his full attention, tosses his hair wildly so the air
flows through his mane and lands perfectly back (he should know he
practised this move everytime he passed a still clear river and had
time, it would not do to look slovenly, not at all, at all) turns
his back to the god until he was sure the god had a good look at his
hindside, and hikes his perfectly coiffed tail exposing his, (well
you should guess what he exposes) and flashes away, 'the nerve of
that Barbarian, he thinks to himself.'
Cupid stares at the empty spot in front of him where the horse once
was, then back at the man holding him as asking, 'what's up?"
Seeing the dumbfounded look on the god's face, Cupid pokes him in
the chest, "meanie you made horsey go bye bye." proceeds to open his
mouth and scream so loud that his little face turns all pink.
Staring at the screaming child, and still not believing the horse
had the audacity to infer that he should kiss his rump, Ares, the
Big Bad was starting to get very angry, this crap had to stop.
Speaking of crap, 'oh oh, is that, nooooo,"
"MOTHER!!"
tbc