Disclaimer - I do not own them. I own this fic. Picture related. Season Five stuff.
Will we ever get it right? I just don't know... but I am at your back, pushing you forward and keeping you close...
She is made of flesh and blood. She is cut from my rib. And she'll be alright, once the torments fade into the background. She'll be alright, once she forgives herself.
And then Eve will be just fine.
But it's you that I worry over. It is you that I can't fix. It is you that I can't understand.
Gabrielle used to make sense, simple and sweet and sound.
And Xena used to understand the layers, because there was only one to grasp.
But the years kept peeling back Gabrielle's soul, revealing more and more and more and more.
More sadness. More joy. More anger. More distance.
You slip further and further away from who you once were... and did I do this to you? Did I alter you for every day to come?
Xena places her hand to Gabrielle's back and feels muscles that were once baby-fat, feels the salt of the ocean and the heat of the sun - elements that were once just dust from a farm.
And she resists the urge to pull Gabrielle back into her arms, to hold tightly to the girl before she grows even more into a new person.
where a picture is worth a thousand words
- At Your Back