Violence Warning/Disclaimer: This story depicts scenes of violence and/or their aftermath and demonic possession. Readers who are disturbed by or sensitive to this type of depiction may wish to read something other than this story.

Author's Note: This story contains many spoilers for Season Four of Xena:WP, especially the episode Devi. There are some spoilers for other Seasons of Xena as well, but nothing big.

This story is part Three of Four parts (used to be part 3 of 3, but I got long winded), but can be read as a stand alone story as well.

Please feel free to send comments, burnt or otherwise. GmMcCords@aol.com

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Part 2

Gabrielle felt as if she had been shattered into a million tiny pieces and was now coming back together. Painfully. It seemed dark where she was. For a moment she could not recall what had happened, then she remembered. Hope had attacked Tataka and there had been this ... disruption.

The bard tried to look around but could see nothing. Was she still trapped inside her body, or was she now in control again? She couldn't seem to feel her body. Was she blind; deaf as well?

"Mother..." came a ... voice? No. It was a thought. She recognized it. It was Hope, but her daughter's mental voice had never before felt so weak.

"Hope? Are you here? What's going on? I can't see..." A flickering light? began to build like one small candle in a huge cavern. Gabrielle could see something now in the darkness; a dark shape like a small woman huddled on the 'floor' of the cavern.

The submerged bard-thought moved forward. "Hope? Is that you? What happened?"

"Tataka..." Said her daughter. "She's still got control. I don't understand why. I am ... was ... much more powerful than she ... I handled her so easily before ... now I feel ... drained somehow."

"By the gods!" Gabrielle exclaimed as a light dawned for her.

"What?" Hope sounded tired and irritable.

"The Treaty of Sunnupttra Grotto," said her mother. "I thought Tataka was too confidant..."

"What of it ... some stupid rules," Hope snarled weakly. "I don't follow the rules..."

"Hope, sometimes its better to follow the rules." Gabrielle thought grimly to her daughter. "Remember what Tataka said? No one can break the magical treaty. All are bound by it."

"But..."

"No buts, Hope," Gabrielle's thought was bleak. "I tried to tell you to be careful, but you stepped right into it. You did just what Tataka wanted, and now look at you..."

"Mother of big black demon be smart." There was a sudden swirl of pink and Tataka was there. "She knows to listen when others speak. Too bad big black daughter not as smart as mother Gabry-el."

"Tricked me..." Hope's thought was weak.

"Yesss. Tataka trick Hope into attacking!" The pink mist swirled happily. "No Possessor can break magic of the treaty, all be bound by it; otherwise, any bigger demon who not want small demon like Tataka in control, they just take over. Not with treaty. Our treaty stop fight between all Possessors; now all work together. Plenty host around for all."

"I didn't know ... about your ... treaty ... shouldn't affect me..."

"Matter not," the pinkness that was Tataka seemed to smile. "Big magic we worked. Any Possessor go against treaty, be drained of power and will die unless original Possessor let them have the host ... or let them free." The pinkness laughed and Gabrielle somehow felt cold.

The pinkness whispered joyfully, "...and Tataka not let Hope mistress have body back, or go free. Hope mistress will die and Tataka keep body of Gabry-el ... from now on."

Tataka swirled away laughing and the diminished Hope darkness seemed to shiver. "Mother..." it moaned. "Help meeee..."

"Hope..." Gabrielle's answering thought was sad. "Look what your hatred has done to us. You're dying and I'm still imprisoned in my own body. Oh, you've had your revenge on me all this time, but it won't do you any good if you cease to exist. It's Tataka who has won and you even helped her. Congratulations; your father would be so proud."

Her daughters only reply was a soft keening of pain.

"Hope!" Gabrielle cried, suddenly frightened she would be left alone with this Tataka creature. "Hope, please ... you'll be all right. How many times have you survived before? You can fight this. Fight it!"

The blackness that was her daughter was somehow less than it had been. It seemed to be fading away taking with it the small light that had been there. Hope spoke and her thought was barely a whisper. "M-Mother ... dying ... sorry I ... made you ... hate me..."

Gabrielle felt as if a great lump of sadness was filling her. "Oh, Hope," she gasped, "I don't hate you. I could have loved you ... If only you hadn't gone Dahak's way ... killed Solan ... caused so much evil..."

Her daughter's thought was fading fast with the light; there was an unintelligible thought jumble, then a last few clear words. "M-Mother ... I love ... youuuuu..." then the darkness was complete and there was nothing.

Gabrielle couldn't believe it. "Hope? HOPE?" Her thought was a scream, but her questioning thoughts were met by only blackness and silence and she felt cold. She had daily prayed for her daughter to be gone from out of her for almost a year now, but a strange emptiness began settling in on the bard. Hope, she thought desolately, now that you really are dead and gone, the strange thing is, despite everything you did ... I'm sad. I feel like crying, but I can't.

In the all pervasive darkness of her own mind, Gabrielle floated in a pool of sorrow. Oh, Xena, she thought miserably, you are my only hope for freedom now ... and you don't even know what's happening.

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It was after dark and the two women were back in their room for the night. All around them were the muted noises and smells of the vast city full of people all crowded together in one spot. To the two travelers, used to sleeping so often in a lonely camp in the wilds it was somehow both comforting and annoying at the same time to know there were so many people crowded so close by. Xena sat on the bed with the bard behind her, the bard massaging her big friend's tight back.

"Agh! Ouch!"

"Sorry; should I stop?"

"No, it's all right; I need it..." Xena groaned again theatrically before continuing. "Thanks Gabrielle; I think I strained myself a bit during that new spin flip I used on Maya this morning ... where was I?"

"Telling me about Eli..." said the bard, with a lopsided smile that the warrior didn't see.

"Oh, yeah ... so, I got this guy Eli away to a safe spot and talked to him a little bit," said the Warrior Princess. "He's tricky, but nice enough, I guess." She snorted in derision. "He tried to hypnotize me into telling him about you..."

"No kidding," said the bard, squeezing a knotted muscle; her face behind the warrior was tense but her voice betrayed nothing. "Why me, in Zeus' name?"

"He thinks yer a Devi ... that's some kinda healer, I guess, and he wants to be one himself; thought maybe you could show him how to gain that power ... Oh, yeahhh ... that's great..." Xena groaned in relief as Gabrielle's strong fingers continued working methodically. The warrior woman grinned and went on in a teasing tone. "Maybe you are a Devi after all..."

Instead of laughing, however, the short woman's voice was questioning. "Maybe I am..." she sounded thoughtful and her fingers stopped moving.

The raven-haired warrior looked over her shoulder at her friend in surprise. The strawberry-blond stared back intensely, her face aglow. The big warrior felt uneasy at her friend's expression and looked it, but said nothing.

"Xena," the bard spoke in awed tones, "SOMETHING happened to me and I've been trying to think of how to tell you..."

The Warrior Princess gazed cautiously at her. "What...? What happened?"

"I did it," the petite woman sounded proud. "Xena, I healed someone! A man came to me; he had lost his eye. Xena, I brought back his sight!"

"Gabrielle..." Xena now looked skeptical.

"I can't explain it..." the petite woman said, "but it was REAL, Xena, and there were others..."

The warrior woman simply stared as her friend went on with a questioning look on her face. "I wondered... I know that you had a spirit inside you once..." she clasped her hands. "What does that feel like?"

"Gabrielle..." Xena spoke carefully. "There are good spirits ... and bad, but they're smart and sometimes you can't tell one from another."

The bard shook her head in a negative gesture. "Whatever this was, it wasn't bad, Xena ... how could it be? It was, beautiful!" The small woman looked radiant and cupped her own cheeks with her fingers. "I HEALED! That is ALL I've ever wanted to do, that is all I have ever DREAMED about doing..."

Since when, thought the warrior confusedly to herself. Whatever happened to you wanting to be the best Bard you could be; or the one who would make the world stop fighting; stop revenging? What's happened to you?

A strange expression came over Gabrielle's face as she stared into midair. She walked to the balcony door and gazed out at the city. "Now that I have this ability ... I think I understand that power..." her voice became awed. "The power to control life ... and death..."

The warrior's eyes widened, then narrowed and her expression was guarded as she watched the young woman who seemed to be almost strutting around the candlelit room.

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It was morning in the city and the rising temperature promised another hot day in the sun-drenched land. Exotic birdsong filled the air and competed with the chatter of the small monkeys clinging to and squabbling in every tree. The rising hum of the populace going aboutits business mixed with the noises of nature awakening. Inside the room the two women shared, the gaudy painted plaster walls of the room shown with the warm dawn light of India. It was a peaceful and drowsy beginning to a morning already promising to be lovely and full of beauty. Unlike the bard, the Warrior Princess was up and dressed already and had been since long before dawn.

Now Xena stood in the middle of the room and stared at her sleeping friend's back and her expression was full of doubt and mistrust. She had long wrestled with these feelings before falling asleep with exhaustion a few hours before. Then she had a nightmare of Gabrielle's face covered with a bland mask from behind which issued low animal-like noises. In the dream she had reached out and lifted the mask and underneath was a gaping hole full of fangs and writhing squid tentacles.

The warrior had awakened shaking and covered with a sheen of night sweat. No matter how she tried, she had not been able to get back to sleep. She had risen and dressed and pondered till dawn began to show outside. Now finally she seemed to have come to a decision. She nodded to herself and relaxed slightly and her expression became neutral.

Catlike, she approached the bed where her friend lay and stopped several feet back. She shrugged her worry-tight shoulders and neck in a vain attempt to get the tenseness out and loosen up. Then she cleared her throat softly and spoke. "Gabrielle ... you asleep?"

"Not any more." When the young woman answered and rolled over, her voice was so clear that it was obvious she had not been asleep and Xena knew it. Gabrielle stretched and pretended to yawn as she turned and the warrior frowned. "What's up, Xena?"

"Us," she said shortly, "at least we should be ... come on, get up ... we'll go do some yoga, get something to eat..." She watched her friend closely as she mentioned the exercises. "We can be on the road by noon..."

The bard looked surprised. "Yoga," she repeated. "We're gonna do yoga? As in you and me?" She looked hard at the warrior for a moment, then got up from the bed and spoke in a teasing tone. "Okay! Who are you and what have you done with Xena?"

"Ha, ha," the warrior said sourly, refusing to rise to the joke. She looked hard and determined; ready to spring into action at the blink of an eye.

The petite woman's expression was searching, then her eyes narrowed. "I know what yer doing," she said slowly approaching the bigger woman. "Yer checking to see if I'm the same Gabrielle as always!" She threw up her hands and her voice was irritated. "Admit it Xena! You're afraid the power I have is bad..."

"When it comes to special powers I've learned you can't be too careful." The Warrior Princess said softly, never taking her eyes from the bard.

The small woman relaxed; she grasped the warrior by both arms, squeezing for reassurance. "And you're right," she said reasonably. "Relax. I bet ... I bet it was a fluke!" She smiled beautifully and began walking toward the outside balcony that led to the stairs down from their room. "Most people have probably forgotten it by now." Her voice was calm and cheerful and normal and the warrior felt her fears suddenly lessen. This was Gabrielle; bard of Poteidaia, her best friend and companion; how could she have thought otherwise?

Xena hesitated, then followed her out. "We-ell, maybe yer right..." she said, sounding sheepish as she joined her friend outside.

As they reached the edge of the balcony however, a man's voice called out loudly. "LOOK! There she IS! The DEVI!!" Stunned, the two Greeks looked down to see a vast crowd of people on the ground below. All had their faces upturned to the porch and as the two women became visible the throng began to chant over and over. "Devi. Devi. DEVI! Praise her, praise her, PRAISE HER!!!"

Xena stared at the chanting crowd, then glanced at Gabrielle. The young woman's green eyes were sparkling and she looked to be thoroughly enjoying the adoration. The warrior's face closed with suspicion and determination again, then without another word she left the bard on the balcony.

Inside the bard, the pinkness spoke to Gabrielle. "Ah. Warrior woman be leaving. Good. Now Tataka can join her worshipers. Gain power. Eat strength. Grow big again!"

"Is that what this is all about?" Gabrielle spoke mentally and her thought was filled with disgust. "Power?"

"Of course, Gabry-el," said the pink mist. "Tataka must eat to become powerful; grow big. Worshippers feed Tataka with love, serving, praises. Tataka gain strength."

"That is so disgusting," thought the submerged bard furiously. "Feeding on false worship..."

"Why is disgusting?" said the pinkness. "Gabry-el must eat to remain strong when she has body, yes? So must Tataka." She waved, seemingly at the throng in general, but actually signaling to Ravi and the other two Defenders to escort her into the crowd.

"Of course Gabrielle must eat ... Uh, I mean, I must eat," thought the bard, "but I don't trick people into worshipping me as some kind of-of deity to do it..."

"Tataka is hunter of food, so is Gabry-el, yes?" Thought the pinkness as the three Defenders approached.

"I am not," snapped the bard before she stopped to think.

"Hope-mother not hunter?" Laughed the pinkness, "What this, then?" A sudden vision somehow floated in front of the bard's minds eye. A vision of her hand with some red berries in it reaching toward a trembling rabbit. A voice, her own voice saying, "Here, bunny bunny bunny! Get the nice berries..."

The vision vanished. "That was Gabry-el hunting, no?" Chuckled Tataka.

"But, but that's not how I eat..."

"How 'bout this, then?" Another memory vision replaced the other. Her hand holding Xena's chakram and sawing her bloody way through the body of an eel on a flat rock. She could smell the fishy rankness of the eel, feel its slime, was aware of beads of sweat forming on her upper lip from the heat of the day. Then the memory faded away and Tataka spoke with amusement. "Maybe Gabry-el not hunt, but Gabry-el eat other creature, yes?"

"All right, all RIGHT! I hunt! I eat! I'm still different from you," Gabrielle seethed. But then she was struck by a sudden idea. "Tataka! How ... how did you get those images? They are out of my memories. I haven't thought about them since you've been in me. How could you get them and show them to me?"

She was interrupted as the burly man whose eye had been 'healed' approached and bowed low. "Devi. Your Defenders are here."

"Dear Ravi," said Tataka fondly. "You have gathered many people to worship me; good work. Was the other part of your mission accomplished last night as well?"

"Yes, Devi. The priest has been well and truly raised high by his neck and the wisdom that his bulging dead eyes and protruding tongue will teach is clear. He will trouble you no further."

"The Defenders HUNG him?" Gabrielle burst out in horror. "Why, Tataka, why? He did nothing to you..."

The pinkness purred. "He was anointed holy man; dangerous to Tataka and other demons. Ravi and other Defenders no can touch him directly, but rope from hand of Defender can touch, yes. Then to hoist him up be easy."

"Oh, gods, how murderous she is." Gabrielle thought sadly to herself. "This is worse than having Hope in control of me. Hope didn't have killers outside aiding her..."

"Tataka not murderous," said the pinkness smugly. "Tataka must defend self against these people." She indicated the crowd around them. "They would try hurt Tataka if they know she here."

"Damn you! You did it again," swore the submerged bard with wrath, "how do you read my private thoughts?"

As the three demon Defenders escorted 'the Devi' into the throng of admiring people, the pinkness said, "No mystery, Gabry-el. Tatatka say a keyword and that cause host to think of it. When host think of keywords while Tataka be watching, Tataka can then unlock and follow the thought-path to the memory."

"What? Keywords? What are you talking about?"

"Like before when keywords 'Hunting' and 'Eating' spoken they opened a thought-path; Tataka can follow. Is trick Tataka use to find things needs know from host. Take much skill, but Tataka have many skills! Is powerful goddess, yes!"

"That's how you get your information, is it?" Gabrielle thought to herself with anger. "I wondered how you knew some of this stuff before. Hope could never do that. Guess I'll have to guard my thoughts a bit more carefully around Tataka."

"Foolish Gabry-el not bother to guard," sneered the pinkness. "Tataka can see her thought-path as if sun shining."

"Can you follow my 'thought-path' now, you slimy..."

"Tsk, tsk! That very graphic image! Mother of dead Hope have vivid imagination, but Tataka think such a position be impossible even for goddess to achieve."

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The petite woman was making her way through the crowd, smiling, waving, stopping to touch people who came crying for healing. On either side of her and ahead stalked her Defenders, whose fierce looks and ready swords kept anyone from approaching too closely unless the Devi signaled them. In each case when she touched someone, they were affected. If they were in pain, they ceased hurting. If they were diseased, they were cured. If there was nothing wrong with them, they shook in ecstasy at her touch. Men, women and children came and fell to their knees calling her praise and blessings as they were healed.

Gabrielle watched it all in wonder; as a man staggered away calling the Devi's praises anew, she mind-spoke. "Tataka. I don't understand. You are healing these sick and hurting people. Maybe you are doing it for your own ends, but you seem kind enough. How can you be afraid they would harm you? Why should they?"

"Mother of dead Hope, not understand. When healing, Tataka also eats hole into spirit of those healed. Leaves cyst of Tataka behind."

"What? A hole? A cyst," moaned Gabrielle in dismay, "what do you mean..."

Tataka's thought was proud in an almost motherly way. "Yessss. When cyst hatch some year from now, a new minor demon come out and plague host with afflictions; illness, disease, bad bones, madness. Matter not what be the ailment; minor demons be creative."

The bard listened with horror as Tataka went on thoughtfully. "Some few time if host have too much goodness, minor demon cannot affect. Then must try kill host so as to escape find another host."

"By the gods," Gabrielle sobbed, "having Hope in me was horrible but she only wanted to torment Xena and me. This is a thousand times worse, being the vessel for the evil that harms all these people ... Oh, if I could only die..."

"You can stay or the spirit of Gabry-el can will self to die," said the pinkness pleasantly. "Either way, Tataka keep running her body till it grow old and fail!" Her mental voice grew smug and Gabrielle felt more depressed than she ever had before. "For Tataka, this be win/win situation."

Ravi and the other Defenders had been pushing their way through the crowd, but suddenly he ducked his head to her. "Devi," he said softly, "there is the man Eli. He is with the warrior woman."

"Xena!" Gabrielle felt as if her heart had leaped. Eagerly she peered past Tattika's eyes. There. Xena and the man called Eli were at the edge of the crowd. If only she could get some word or thought to the big warrior.

Outside, Tataka spoke in an undertone to the burly Ravi. "Go. Find a pack of the Dogs of Harrying and have them slay Eli or chase him from town."

"It will be done, Devi." The man made a gesture to the other two Defenders, who nodded. They eased into the crowd in three directions and were gone like smoke in the wind.

As Gabrielle watched in anguish, Xena said something to the magician, then turned and hurried away down a side street. The man looked after her, seeming worried. A few minutes went by while the bard mentally chewed her fingernails and watched the man watching the crowd whenever Tataka had her head turned that way. The 'Devi' was speaking to the crowd, saying something about pearls of wisdom being needed, but the bard was too anxious to listen. Where had Xena gone? Had she realized something was wrong with her small friend, Gabrielle wondered hopefully. She had complete faith in the warrior whom had so many times saved her in the past.

Maybe she knows what's going on! Maybe she has a plan to free me from Tataka! Maybe she's gonna swoop down on a rope and rescue me from the crowd and the Defenders so she can perform an exorcism. Maybe ... maybe I'm fulla beans, she thought disgustedly. Get with it Gabs. Xena doesn't have any more clue about Tataka than she did about Hope being here.

She went back to watching the man called Eli. What IS Xena doing then, she thought. Why is he just standing there? As she watched impatiently, she saw Eli look down suddenly at a spot on the ground some ten feet away from him. Because of the crowd, she could see nothing of what was there, but Eli appeared at first startled and then afraid. Then he bolted away into an alley as if a Harpy were chasing him.

As the man cleared the alley mouth and dashed out of sight around a corner, Gabrielle for a moment caught sight of a small black shape running on four legs before it too entered the alley behind the man. A dog! A BIG dog. There was another, and they were both chasing Eli! What the...

"Ah," said Tataka, "The Dogs of Harrying have arrived!"

"Dogs of Harrying," thought the bard fearing the answer. "What are they?"

"They be street dogs taken by minor demons," smiled the pinkness. "They chase their prey until they either catch and slay it, or chase it from this town. The Defenders fetched them on Tataka's orders to chase this Eli."

"Dammit," thought the bard furiously, "is there nothing this pink bitch doesn't have a finger in? Oh, Xena, be careful..."

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A small round man in rich looking robes came through the crowd carrying a woven basket. Another man, less well dressed was preceding him and shouting. "Make way. Make way for the master merchant Jotinn. Make way."

The crowd parted obligingly and the merchant and his servant came up to bow before the Devi. The rich dressed man said, "I have the honor to be Jotinn, head merchant of the house of Komarr."

"And do you need healing, merchant Jotinn?" Asked Tataka kindly.

"No, bless you, Devi," the man turned to the crowd and shouted, "I come to praise our Devi and give this basket of rare pearls! Yesterday she healed my daughter of her sickness." The crowd cheered as he bowed again and handed her the basket and fell to his knees before her. "Bless you Devi, praise you, bless you," he intoned and the throng took up the cry while Tataka held up the basket of pearls and falsely smiled Gabrielle's loving smile upon them.

Gabrielle felt nauseous and angry. "You've killed a piece of his daughter's soul and now you take reward for it," she thought furiously as the merchant and his man servant backed away into the crowd calling her praises. "You are a monster, Tataka, a monster!"

"Yesss, Tataka thinks Gabry-el is right; Tataka be a monster. But why that be bad? Why be you hate me," the demon asked sounding perplexed. "You friend Xena was monster, yes? Were not thousands slain for her will, yet you LOVE her."

For a moment, Gabrielle was stunned speechless at this; then she rallied. "It-It's not the same and you know it," her thoughts screamed. "Xena gave up her life of evil for one of atonement! She is a hero who will stop at nothing to do right and help people, no matter the pain, no matter the cost to herself!" The bard's thought trembled with loathing. "But YOU!! You feed on the souls of men, women and children; innocent sufferers! They come to you for help, and you pretend to heal them and leave them with a demon inside them! You promise them hope and healing and then leave them WORSE OFF THAN THEY WERE!" Her mental voice rose to a shriek at the end.

"Yesss, all that be true," thought the pinkness, as she ran the bards hand into the pearls and let them run with musical clicks back into the basket. "These be soooo lovely. What be Gabry-el point? Why you no like Tataka?"

The submerged bard's outraged thoughts sputtered to an end; she simply could not think straight at the lack of understanding shown by the demon's question.

Suddenly from a side alley a man in green robes ran full speed looking fearfully behind him; it was Eli. The fleeing magician ran full tilt into the petite woman and charomed backwards off of her like he had hit a solid wall. Strangely, the small woman barely seemed to notice the impact. The basket of pearls did not fare so well however and the contents sprayed into the air like an explosion of hailstones.

"My pearls," cried the Devi as the street magician landed on his back amidst the horde of rolling and bouncing white beads.

Xena shot through the alley right behind him, but came to a stop and spun around in a crouch to face a pack of snarling dogs that were pelting after the her. However, instead of throwing themselves on her, the dogs skidded to a halt at the alley entrance and stood panting for a moment. The Warrior Princess stood ready to fight, but the dogs seemed to have lost interest. With a whine, they slowly turned about and trotted back into the alley. In moments it was as if they had never been there.

Breathing hard, the big warrior slowly turned and took in the scene. The milling crowd, the magician on the ground, the pearls still rolling helter-skelter and last of all, her friend. The small woman looked from the magician to Xena, who stared back stolidly, eyes narrowed. Suddenly, Eli scooted forward onto his knees in front of Gabrielle, clasping both hands together as if in prayer.

"Save me Devi! The demons have me," he cried rolling his eyes in terror. "Please free me ... pleasssse..." He trembled all over as he beseeched her aid. The bard stared at him as if confused, but suddenly the groveling man began to rise up, but not to his feet. Still on his knees his entire body began lifting into the air! The crowd gasped with wonder and fear as the magician rose to at least five feet into the air still in a kneeling position. His arms were spread wide as he floated and he looked as if he were in ecstasy.

"Bless you, bless you Devi," he whispered in a voice which the entire crowd could nonetheless hear. "Bless you ... bless you ... thank you Devi, bless you..." Still calling her praises, he was lowered back to the ground still in his original position.

Slowly, as if stunned, the magician got to his feet. His voice was awed. "She did it, she healed me..." His voice raised to a shout. "She lifted me up! You saw! Praise the Devi, praise the Devi!"

The bard backed slowly away from the magician and came to Xena's side. "What's going on here?" she asked, bewildered, but the confused warrior had no answer.

Meanwhile, Eli ran through the crowd shouting, "You witnessed it," he cried. "I'm freed again," he shouted. "Praise the Devi," he crowed at the top of his lungs. The throng picked up and echoed the magician's call. "PRAISE THE DEVI," they howled in concert.

The two women looked at each other warily. "Xena..." the bard spoke hesitantly, "I didn't DO anything ... I didn't heal him. I felt nothing..."

The big woman gazed at her small friend with speculation, but did not speak as the crowd continued the chant the magician had begun. "PRAISE HER! PRAISE THE DEVI!"

The warrior and the bard watched as Eli worked his way deeper into the throng and then with one last shout, vanished, almost seeming to pull the chanting crowd around him like a curtain.

The two women stared at each other, then Xena spoke but Gabrielle shook her head and cupped a hand to her ear. The tall woman was irritated, but raised her voice to be heard above the crowd. "I said, 'I'll be back.' Right now, I wanna find Eli and see if he knows what in Tartarus just happened." She hesitated. "Can you get back to our room all right?"

The bard looked around the crowd, then nodded. "I'll be all right, here come Ravi and the other two Defenders..."

"Oh, goody," said the warrior sourly. "I'd sooner leave you with Joxer than those bubble-heads..."

"Xena," said the bard placatingly. "They mean well and they won't let anything happen to me. I'll be fine."

"Yeah, yeah. All right, I'll see you back at the room tonight..." Putting a hand on Gabrielle's shoulder, the warrior squeezed it quickly, then turned and made her way into the crowd as Ravi and the other two came up.

"Your servant, Devi..." The burly man said, bowing.

"You failed to chase this Eli out of town or to slay him..." said Tataka shortly. "Why?"

"The dogs had him, Devi, but the warrior woman interfered..."

"Never mind," snapped the petite woman. "There will be another time. Take this basket and set someone to pick up my pearls, then find me a tailor." The woman plucked at the fabric of the short blouse. "I need to dress more fittingly; this ugly green is NOT my color."

"It shall be as you say, Devi."

As the big man hurried away, inside Gabrielle's body, the pinkness that was Tataka was confused. "What be going on?" she asked Gabrielle for the fourth or fifth time. "What be happening? How did magician float? Him have not such power. Tataka have not such power."

"Don't look at me," Gabrielle said half angrily, "yer in charge here, not me." But a sudden thought struck her. Hope! Hope had been able to move things with her mind, causing weapons and such to float; perhaps...

"But that's not possible, Hope is dead," she thought with a burst of sadness which caught her by surprise.

"That right," Tataka agreed, surprising her again, "Gabry-el's big black daughter be dead, so it no be her. Yes!"

"Damn you," Gabrielle thought furiously, "Stop pulling that mind-reading trick and stay out of my private thoughts!"

"It okay, Gabry-el ... Tataka need to know what happening, but you not know either ... This no good. This Eli cannot be just street magician; he be Devi or sorcerer. Either one be dangerous to Tataka; Eli must be killed soon as possible."

At this point Ravi came up holding the basket full of pearls, bowed and handed it to her. The small woman smiled radiantly. "Ahhh. So lovely; these will enhance my beauty as nothing else can." Her voice hardened. "Now clear me a path through this mob of fools."

The three Defenders quickly began pushing and cursing and elbowing people aside and the Devi followed, smiling and waving to the crowd.

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Later, the Devi came out of a prosperous tailors shop. The petite woman now looked almost totally different. Gone were the bard's normal green bodice, brown skirt and boots; they were being carried by the burly Defender Ravi along with Gabrielle's staff. The Devi was now clothed in sandals, a yellow wrap-around sari, and adorned with dozens of strings of pearls crossing her chest and hips. She tossed an orange shawl over her golden hair and smiled. "This is better," she said. "Closer to what I wish to look like. Now if I get my hair done..." she mused.

The burly Defender stepped up. "What should I do with these, Devi?" He indicated the cast-off clothing and staff. The small woman took the staff and twirled it experimentally.

"This I will keep for now..." she decided. "Xena would not believe I was her dear Gabrielle if I got rid of this foolish stick ... it is too much a part of her..."

"And the clothing, Devi?"

"Is that what it is," sneered the small woman. "They are not fit even for wash rags. There," she pointed to a trash fire that was burning nearby. "Put them there ... I have no use for them."

The man nodded and tossed the boots and clothing into the fire where they quickly began smoldering. The Devi stood and faced the fire, eyes wide open against the smoke with a dreamy half smile on her face.

Inside herself, Gabrielle watched her old comfortable and familiar clothing being consumed by the flames and fought a horrible lump of welling sadness which would have choked her if she had use of her own throat.

Tataka watched her watching and purred with contentment. "Gabry-el not be sad. Her old clothes not be fit to adorn this young strong body; now she look every inch a Devi with gold and pearls and pretty pretty yellow."

Gabrielle said nothing. The bard knew that whatever she said, Tataka would mock her with it. Knowing that the demon was facing the flames and her burning clothing so that her victim could watch and feel even more disembodied. She told herself to look away, to ignore it, but somehow could not. She watched the last outward ties to herself disappear and cursed the demon while mourning the loss.

Disappointed at her victim's lack of outcry, Tataka finally turned away from the flames and walked back to the crowd. She took up a place on a small stone platform where speakers and holy men sometimes harangued the crowds. There she sat comfortably, in an awkward seeming pose with her arms spread and held out to her sides and forward with hands palm up. The three Defenders stood about on guard, and members of the crowd came up and offered her presents and gifts, which she accepted with a fixed smile full of pride.

So engrossed was she in the adolation, that Tataka never noticed a pair of deep blue eyes watching her from far back in an alley as she sat imperiously receiving her offerings from the masses. The blue eyes were calculating. They narrowed and took in every detail. They held an air of distrust.

Blue eyes cold as ice, Xena blinked slowly and watched her friend, and her face was hard.

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The Warrior Princess stopped outside the door to the room where she and Gabrielle were staying. Looking about hurriedly, she pulled a small metal cylinder of a bottle from her bodice and made sure the cork was tight. Then she secured it loosely between her armor and her leathers. Then she spent some moments of experimentation to determine that it would stay put unless she relaxed her torso in a certain way, which would cause it to fall out. Nodding to herself, she then slung a water skin over her shoulder and settled it into place. Last, she took a deep breath through her nose and let it out slowly through her mouth. Putting a hand to the door latch, her lips tightened for a moment, but then her face assumed a neutral expression and she opened the door.

Entering their room, the warrior looked around and stopped as she saw Gabrielle admiring herself in the mirror. Besides stands of pearls draping her hips, chest and waist, on her beautiful hands and arms were rich looking rings and bracelets. Her eyes and brows were heavily made up and accentuated in an Indian style and her red-golden hair was pulled up short under a small crown of gold and pearls. She tilted her head this way and that in the mirror, then she noticed the warrior staring at her and turned looking sheepish.

"That bad, huh?" She took the crown from her head and grinned disarmingly.

The warrior simply looked at her.

The petite woman gave a short laugh. "Okay, it's a bit much, I know ... but what can I do?" She plucked at a strand of pearls and giggled. "These are all gifts from people that I healed. How can I refuse that?" She removed the crown and handed it and a cluster of pearls to the warrior. "Besides, Xena." She spoke plaintively. "The more that I dress like them, the more that they seem to turn to me, for my help..." she looked like a little girl afraid of being punished. "I mean, underneath all this, I'm still me..."

The warrior forced a laugh. "Hah! Thank goodness ... for a moment there you had me worried..." She fumbled with the jewelry and almost dropped it and her eyes widened as a small metal cylinder fell clanking from her bodice and rolled towards the bard.

The small woman bent and picked it up; looked at the warrior with puzzlement. "What's this?"

Xena looked uncomfortable. "A little insurance I took out..." she hesitated then shrugged and went on. "Sacred water from the Ganges..."

"Insurance..." the bard's voice grew cool. "Against what ... against, ME?"

"Gabrielle..." Xena sounded embarrassed.

"Against my being a DEMON?"

"That's ridiculous!" The warrior said unconvincingly.

"Is it?" The small blond said drily, "Why ELSE would you have it ... as a TEST?" She shook her head with irritation. "Fine! You wanna test me? Lets DO it!"

The small woman uncorked the bottle with an angry gesture and held it up. "Lets see if sacred water eats through my SKIN, shall we? Huh?" She splashed liquid on her face, chest and hands. "Am I sizzling now? Am I burning? Am I still evil incarnate, Xena?" Her voice trailed off with a sob.

"It was NOT a test," growled the warrior. "It couldn't be. Ganges water only burns demons in the hands of a priest or exorcist!"

The petite blond looked shocked and uncertain as Xena pulled out a full wineskin and shook it as she spoke. "I took ALL the holy water cause I knew that Eli wouldn't leave town without some!" Angrily she tossed crown and pearls onto a table and dropped the water bag onto the floor.

The bard's own anger seemed to melt away and she looked sad. "I'm sorry," she sniffled wiping at her eyes. "I know you have doubts about me, and I tell you that this power is good ... that it's my calling, and-and instead of being happy for me, y-you think that I'm evil..." her voice faltered and trailed off.

"Gabrielle..." Xena said helplessly. She took a step forward and put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Eli told me about the pictures of the demons in the temple ... there was one that looked like..."

"Eli! Pictures?" The bard interrupted with anger. "You're taking the word of a street magician over MINE?"

"It's not that..." the warrior began.

"Why is it so hard for you to accept, Xena? I do not HURT people, I HEAL them..." Gabrielle's voice broke as she covered her eyes. Tears began running down her face and she sobbed.

"N-now don't c-cry," Xena's voice trembled, "don't cry now." The big warrior gathered the bard into her arms and pulled her head against a muscled shoulder as the warm tears flowed down her chest. She kissed the top of Gabrielle's blond head and rested her chin gently on it as she tried to comfort her.

"Shhh. Shhhh. It's all right," she whispered into the blond hair. "I'm sorry ... sorry..."

"Oh, Xena..." sniffled the bard. "I c-can't stand it when you don't trust me ... I love you, Xena."

"You know I love you too, Gabrielle. Come on, don't cry anymore. Please. You'll ruin yer eye-makeup-stuff."

"Y-You believe me, then," said the bard, looking up with a tearful smile. "You don't think I'm e-evil?"

"Nah! Not fer a minute and I'm happy fer ya findin' this power," smiled the big warrior, mussing her friend's hair. "Really! To Tartarus with Eli and his suspicions; he can hide from his shadow in that dead priest's temple from now on if he wants to. Come on, Gabrielle ... you hadda busy day. Lets get you to bed so you can rest; yer gonna have a lotta healing tomorrow too if today was any indication."

"Thanks, Xena," whispered the bard, hugging her hard. "You're my best friend in the whole world."

"Right back atcha," The warrior said hugging her back. They smiled at each other for a moment, then Gabrielle turned and went towards the door to the hall.

"What now?" asked the Warrior Princess lightly as she unsheathed her sword and got out her whetstone for the nightly sharpening.

The small woman opened the door and looked back. "I just wanna tell Ravi and the other Defenders to stand down ... you know, since we're turning in for the night."

"Ah," smiled the warrior, "Good idea. Let 'em rest."

The bard nodded. "I won't be a minute," she said and went out of the room, closing the door behind her.

As the bard went out of sight however, Xena lost her smile. Her blue eyes narrowed as she stared at the closed door and her face turned grim. Finally she began sharpening her sword, but her eyes flickered nervously about the dim room, from hall door to windows to balcony door and back again as if looking for enemies.

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Somewhat later, the room was dark except for the moonlight casting silver rays across the floor. Soft breathing came from the bed where Gabrielle lay asleep. Xena however, was not in bed. She stood tensely at the door into the hall with her ear pressed to it in an attitude of listening. She had stood thus for a long time since the bard had fallen asleep.

Now suddenly she tensed at the door as she heard something. Then her shadow moved noiselessly across the floor through the pool of moonlight to the balcony window. Xena took one last look back at her sleeping friend and her face was expressionless in the silver light. Then the warrior stepped out on the balcony and glided to the edge to peer over into the silent street. For long minutes she patiently waited and watched, then a flickering shadow moved below and there was a flash of moonlight on a naked steel blade. She nodded to herself grimly. It was Ravi; the Defender was headed toward the alley and had his sword in hand.

After the burly man had gone into the alley, the Warrior Princess silently leaped off the balcony. She did a double flip in midair before landing in the street with a soft thud and ran quietly following the big man. They were two noiseless shadows in the silver light, moving like ghosts through the sleeping town, Ravi about one hundred yards ahead of the following warrior.

The hulking Defender never looked back as he headed straight towards the temple where Xena had left Eli hiding that night. "Oh, gods, Gabrielle," hissed the grim faced warrior as she speeded up. "It looks like Eli was right about the pearls and the crown and Tataka and everything. But if he is right, how in Tartarus am I gonna get this Tataka-demon out of you?"

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The night breeze moved the curtains in the room listlessly as Xena reentered through the balcony door. The moon was now low in the sky and the room was dark. She stopped just inside and listened cautiously. She heard the sound of the bard's light breathing from the bed and approached cautiously, but there was no reaction from her sleeping friend. She lit the lamp and set it on the small bedstand and stood studying the small woman for a moment. Then shrugging, she stepped forward and softly whispered, "Gabrielle..." There was no response.

"Gabrielle..." she said louder and shook the small woman's shoulder lightly.

"Uhhh..." The bard made a protesting sound with her eyes closed and stirred.

The Warrior Princess spoke a bit louder, "Gabrielle! Wake UP!"

The bard's heavily made-up eyes flew open and she turned her head quickly to face the warrior, then blinked. "W-What ... what is it?" she asked sleepily.

The Warrior Princess glanced over her shoulder as if worried and back again. "Eli's been attacked..." she whispered sharply. "If I hadn't shown up and scared away whoever did it, he'd be dead by now ... or worse..."

Gabrielle's face was confused. "He-He's alive?" She spoke softly as she sat up in the bed.

Xena continued to whisper. "Barely. I need you to come and heal him," she went on watching Gabrielle's face closely. "If he dies, so does our best chance of finding out who's behind all this..."

The petite woman got smoothly out of bed. "Take me to him..." she said in a decisive voice. She held the shawl around her as if cold and went towards the door to the hall. "I should probably tell Ravi," she said as if a thought had struck her. She opened the door, muttering, "...might need to send out a search party." She raised her voice. "Ravi ... RAVI!"

Instead of Ravi, however, one of the other self-proclaimed Defenders stepped forward. "Forgive me, Devi," he spoke with a thick accent, "but Ravi's not back ... may I offer you a service?"

The small woman was surprised. "He's not ... back? Hm ... thank you..." The bard closed the door and turned to face the warrior, a calculating look on her face.

"So ... Eli's hurt, is he, Xena?" Her voice was cool and she turned her back.

Xena's face went grim as she dropped all pretense. "Not as bad hurt as RAVI is ... TATAKA!" She hissed.

As the Warrior Princess watched, trying to be ready for anything, a low pulsing growl issued from her friend and her head shook from side to side. Suddenly the small woman spun around to face the startled warrior and in spite of herself Xena gasped at the change. Her friend did not seem small anymore. Her teeth were clenched in a carnivore grin and her lovely green eyes were wide and staring with the presence of something alien and hungry looking out.

The warrior woman stood ready, but again the small woman caught her off guard as she spoke. "Soooo ... then it's a good thing that I sent backup along with Ravi," the small woman sneered.

Xena's eyes widened at the words and their implication. Then she spun on her heels and darted out the balcony door followed by the sound of Gabrielle's laughter gone mad.

As she vanished, Gabrielle spoke with triumph to the pinkness. "You know you didn't send any backup, Tataka. You sent Ravi by himself to kill Eli, but Xena finished off Ravi and she'll be back with Eli to cast you out. She's onto you now, and you may as well give it up. Why doncha just leave me and save yerself the trouble?"

"No, Gabry-el," hissed the pinkness. "Xena has found out too late. When she come back, she be dead too." Aloud she spoke, "Sankar, Patniak! Come here!"

The two remaining Defenders entered the room. "Your command Devi?"

Tataka stripped off a string of pearls. "Take these and go to the poor section of the city. Hire some thugs; about twenty men who will do anything we tell them for money. With them we will locate Xena and Eli and finish this farce once and for all. Go."

"It shall be done, Devi." The two Defenders left the room with the strand of pearls.

"Now we see, Gabry-el," purred the pinkness. "When Tataka be finished, Xena will not dare attack ... and if she do, she be dead."

Gabrielle said nothing, but her thoughts were spinning with turmoil and worry for her friend. "Oh, Xena, whatever your plan is, hurry," she thought desperately, "the odds are about to get even longer."

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In a small woods outside of town, Xena leaped in front of Eli and the running magician skidded to a stop, almost slamming into her. He looked mussed and overheated and panic strained his features. "Xena..." he said weakly. "I-I thought for a minute you were one of them..."

The warrior raised and eyebrow and spoke coldly. "I THOUGHT we had an agreement. I saved your life, you save Gabrielle's."

The magician looked fearfully this way and that. "I-I can't do it; believe me, I want to help you ... but I can't."

"Then there's no other choice," Xena was firm. "We have to have an exorcism."

"Exorcism?" The street magician whispered the word as if he were afraid it might bite him.

The big raven-haired warrior spoke with conviction. "It's either that or kill her..." Her voice fell to a harsh whisper, "and I WON'T kill Gabrielle."

"Ha-ha!" The magician laughed weakly. Then his voice cracked in panic, "I can't do an exorcism..."

The warrior curled her lip. "Then I'll do it..."

"You?" Eli managed to compress so much disdain into one three-letter word that it seemed hang in midair like a bad smell.

Xena frowned and her words were cutting. "If you don't have the guts, I'll have to." The magician drew back as if she had threatened to punch him but she continued calmly. "What do I need to know?"

"Umm. Uh." Eli stopped and pulled himself together; when he spoke his voice had steadied and deepened. "You need an icon ... from Gabrielle..."

Xena regarded him. "...and what would that be?"

Eli gazed at his hands for a moment. "Something that is ... familiar to her, to the old Gabrielle; something from before when Tataka took her. It should be small and portable, but must be something she has touched or handled many times and is distinctive to her true inner self..." he hesitated. "And more Ganges water; you have to touch her with both icon and water at the same time ... that's all I know, but that should do it ... I think."

"All right," the warrior drawled. "Thanks." She turned to leave, but then stopped and stood facing away from him. "Eli..."

The man watched her uneasily. "What is it?"

"It's your choice, but just remember this," the Warrior Princess looked over her shoulder and caught his eye. "Once you start running, it's almost impossible to stop and it'll never really end. Before you do that, it's better to make a stand and die trying than to be looking over your shoulder all your life for enemies ... and remembering when you failed."

Eli stared at her and his face was pale; he trembled. She nodded and left then with a long easy lope that took her away from the troubled man and back towards the city ... and her friend.

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"First, I eliminate Xena..." smiled the small woman parading in the yellow sari and orange shawl, "then Eli won't have a prayer..."

Standing in the street near the room where she and Xena had stayed, the small woman in pearls and yellow watched with pleasure as the two Defenders directed the small gang of thugs in harassing the frightened crowd.

"Dammit, Tataka," cried Gabrielle furiously. "Why are you doing this to these people? You KNOW Xena isn't hiding anywhere in this crowd..."

"Ahhh, but Xena be a hero," smirked the pinkness, looking down to examine her bare toes and fingers. Not only had the nails been painted red, but the tips had as well, making it look as if the ends of her hands and feet had been dipped in blood. Satisfied, she continued. "Xena cannot keep from coming to Devi Gabry-el when she put these little people be in danger. When she do, Tataka have her."

"And you think these crummy ruffians you've hired will be able to take Xena?" The bard's thought sneered with disdain.

"Their job be to draw Warrior Princess here, so Tataka can kill her," shrugged the pink mist.

"And you are so sure she can't kill me," seethed the submerged bard. "Don't bet on it Tataka; to free me she would kill me ... and believe me, if it would kill you too, I would be glad to pay that price!"

"Gabry-el not understand," chuckled the pinkness. "Tataka can leave at any time just before Xena strike. Blow that kills Gabry-el not affect Tataka at all, except lose good host."

"Then why does Eli worry you so much," the frustrated bard screamed. "Even if he is a Devi; why does he worry you so?"

"Him can cast out Tataka..."

"So what?" Groaned Gabrielle hopelessly. "What's the big deal? If you want to you can just come back and take me again, right?"

"Ahhh, but Possessor can no come back to same body if cast out or exorcised," smiled the demon. "Different Possessor could take Gabry-el, but Tataka never again can have her ... and Tataka LIKE Gabry-el's body. No want to lose. So, kill Xena, then kill Eli and Tataka keep you ... forever!"

"Damn you, oh, damn youuuu..." sobbed the bard.

At that moment several frightened women flung themselves at her feet begging the Devi for mercy from the thugs. Tataka smiled and her voice glided like a snake slowly swallowing a mouse. "Forgive them, I know they're rough, but we're all in danger until we find Xena..."

"EeeeYippp!" There was a war-cry and a sudden thud as the Warrior Princess came catapulting down from the balcony into their room and landed behind the possessed woman. The peasants drew back fearfully as the pearl enshrouded Devi growled like a mad dog and turned quickly towards her foe.

"Looking for me?" Xena inquired archly.

"Hahh! Not anymore..." the petite blond drawled calmly; she made as if to move forward but the tall warrior woman pulled out a small metal vial in one hand and popped the cork with her thumb. In the other hand she held one of Gabrielle's favorite goose quills for writing.

The small woman threw back her head and laughed like she had heard the funniest joke in the world. "Oh, eee-yes! An exorcism?" she cried with delight. Her voice dropped. "Really, Xena ... don't you think that's the pot calling the kettle ... black?" On the last word the small woman unleashed a kick which caught the warrior by surprise. Her red-painted foot dashed the metal container out of the bigger woman's hand and it fell to the ground, the contents spilling out to be gobbled quickly by the dry dirt.

The warrior gasped and looked shaken at the loss of her weapon. "You want me out," inquired the demon with a sly smile. "You're going to have to kill this SWEET little body to do it ... and I don't think you can..."

The Warrior Princess' face hardened with resolve. "Watch me!" she snarled, unleashing a tremendous kick that caught the smaller woman in the stomach and propelled her backward to land on the hot coals of a nearby fire pit. There were sizzling noises as she rolled unhurriedly to her feet and poised dancing on the glowing embers with no apparent pain. Slowly doing a bump and grind with her hips, she sashayed off the fire pit towards Xena.

The warrior stalked forward, rage making her face a mask of hate. "I'm warning you, Tataka. Get out while you still can!"

The demon laughed and came closer. "Ohhhh, and give up this face? And this firm, young, body? FAT CHANCE!" Tataka grabbed Xena's head and licked up her cheek. There was a bacon frying noise and the warrior screamed in pain and threw the laughing woman away. On the side of her face was a rashy red wet spot as if acid had been where the demon's tongue had touched.

Now the small blond and the Warrior Princess traded a flurry of punches and kicks but it was apparent that Xena was outclassed by the demon driven body of her friend. Gabrielle had always been in fine shape from all her walking and staff fighting and her possessor was making the most out of her strength. Xena was hurled back and forth across the square smashing into food booths and displays of pottery. It was brutal and had to hurt but each time she came back somehow. Finally the warrior princess landed spraddled over a vacant bed of nails with the demon jumping on her back and trying to drive her down onto them.

"I think your time in this place is over, Xena..." laughed Tataka as she smashed down with both feet yet again on the hapless warrior's back.

"Think again," snarled the warrior, arching her back convulsively and throwing the smaller woman off. The two traded more blows and threw each other all over the square with no real results save if watching closely, Xena seemed to be tiring. They faced off again and the aching warrior held herself ready to go, but the smaller woman was doing a snakelike dance, swaying back and forth on her red painted feet and hissing like a cobra.

"Give Gabrielle back!" Xena spoke through her teeth as she stalked forward.

"No!" The possessed woman sneered swaying lasciviously in place. Suddenly she charged out of mid-dance step but the Warrior Princess was not caught off guard. There was a brief whirlwind of movement when they came together that ended with Tataka being slammed onto the ground on her back. The big woman whipped out her sword and held it at her friend's neck.

Xena's face fell as she realized that she had won. Up till now she had been focussed solely upon winning the fight. Now to free Gabrielle, her best friend in the world, she had to had no choice but to kill her. Xena's face looked as if it was etched in granite. She would do what was right, no matter how hard or what personal pain it might cost her. She swallowed a sob and her face hardened with resolve.

Inside the body of her friend, the demon saw and realized she could not win. "Good-bye Gabry-el; it time for Tataka to go. You be fine host! If you no dead after, Tataka mebbe come back and take you again. Now I release you."

With those words, Gabrielle suddenly blinked and found herself looking directly out of her own eyes without the filter of another mental presence for the first time in a long time. Above her, she saw her friend raising the sword in both hands for the killing blow.

"X-Xena ... Oh, Xena ... Xena..." she sobbed. She saw that it was as if she had slapped the warrior in the face with each repetition of her name; saw the tears shining in her friend's blue eyes.

"Yessss, Gabry-el," hissed Tataka inside her. "This good! Xena wavers; she know it be you speaking. Say more and Tataka can stay with you; Xena not be able kill you!"

Gabrielle felt a calmness wash through her as she knew what she must do. She willed herself not to speak more. "Kill me, Xena," she prayed silently. "If you love me, kill me and set me free from this torment." She fastened her gaze on her best friend's wet blue eyes, wanting them to be the last thing she saw in this world. "I love you, Xena," she thought proudly. "Kill me."

"Gabry-el be a fool," snarled the demon. "Tataka go now." But as the pink mist that was Tataka began to swirl to leave, there was a vast bubbling rush of blackness that appeared out of nowhere which seized the demon and held it fast.

"Oh, no you don't, you pink scum-bucket! If mom dies you die too. Give me control or we'll ALL die right here, right now!"

"HOPE?" thought Gabrielle dazedly. "But you're dead!"

Outside, Xena raised the sword two-handed and a rising animal scream was torn from her throat and tears of remorse coursed down her cheeks as she prepared to plunge the killing blow into Gabrielle.

"Take it, Tataka gives it, "screamed the pinkness, "The control belong you, but let Tataka go, before Xena strike!"

Outside, Xena's sword was at full extension and the blade began to come down, but a male voice shouted, "NOOOOO!" and startled, the warrior halted the blow.

"Eli?" Gulped Gabrielle.

"ELI?" Raved Tataka.

"Yeah, Eli!" Chortled Hope.

"Let me try and save her," Eli shouted from across the square and Xena stared as if she had seen a dragon.

Inside, Tataka began to struggle but Hope held her fast. "Nope! You ain't getting outa this, Pinkie! I know yer little secret now. Like you said, 'If a Possessor is cast out by Devi or exorcism, it can never come back to the same body again.' We're gonna have Eli get rid of you!"

Gabrielle's thoughts were jumbled. Too many changes, she thought confusedly. I feel like I've been on Henbane again. "Hope, you were dead. How did you..."

"Later, mom, right now I gotta get the ball rolling."

"What do you mean..."

"I mean, we want Eli to think Tataka is still in control, sooo..." Smoothly Hope took over control of Gabrielle's body again. One hand dug at the dirt while Xena was gaping at Eli and came up with a handful. Before the warrior could react, Hope had flung the dirt into Xena's face. Momentarily blinded, the warrior recoiled as Hope rolled to her feet and kicked the sword from her hand. Grabbing up the sword, the small blond charged towards the startled Eli snarling like an enraged dog.

"What are you doing?" Gasped Gabrielle as her daughter charged forward at the stunned magician. "You're not going to hurt Eli are you?"

"Have a little faith in Xena, mom," said Hope sardonically, "I do. You oughta know she won't let that happen." And indeed from behind them came Xena's war-cry. Just before they could reach Eli, Xena slammed into them, causing them to all plow into the magician-Devi. As all three hit the ground, suddenly there were two sharp clicks inside Gabrielle and her body went numb as the Warrior Princess pressed the nerves in the bard's neck.

"Ahhhh," sighed Hope. "So predictable. Tataka. As Possessor, I hereby give you control of this host according to the Treaty of Sunnuptraa Grotto."

"What," screamed Gabrielle. "Are you crazy? What are you doing?"

"Why, whattaya mean?" Asked Hope sounding confused. "Oh, dammit, you mean I made a mistake again?"

But it was too late, Tataka had assumed control at once and attempted to cause the body to leap to her feet and escape or attack. But the pinkness found for the first time that the supple body of the bard would not obey her and Eli was reaching for her.

"What happen, Tataka cannot move this body now!" Screamed the pinkness inside.

Hope chuckled and Gabrielle said, "You can forget about that, now. Xena has cut off the flow of blood to our brain and we have only seconds to live. Now Eli can cast you out while you are helpless. Good job by the way, Hope."

Her daughter was surprised. "Thanks ... mom," she gulped.

"No," screeched the pinkness to them. "Now Tataka mad! If I no have this body, no one will! We all die together!"

Somehow by sheer main force the demon thrust Gabrielle's body into a sitting position facing Eli. "Charlatan! Fraud! Who are you to challenge ME!" She roared before falling back again. The street magician's eyes were wide as she spoke and he drew away in fear.

Tataka came forward once more, holding the man's robe. Her voice was a weak whisper of its former volume. "The power that you seek ... is a lie." She hissed as she sank back to the ground.

The magician turned away with a look of agony on his face. "I've failed..."

Xena grabbed the man and pulled him back; her expression and voice were frantic. "Eli, don't you believe her ... she's going ... she's DYING!"

He stared at her. "No..." he whispered.

"Eli..." Xena shook him and her voice broke with emotion. "Find that power and you SAVE MY FRIEND!"

The street magician stared at her and a calmness seemed to fill his face. He opened his arms and gazed at the sky for a moment and when he spoke, there was no pride or arrogance in his voice, just a quiet entreaty. "Abba, help me..."

Then he reached forward to the now quiet form of Gabrielle and placed a gentle hand upon her head.

For a long moment nothing happened, then the small blond went into hideous convulsions, arms and legs flailing, entire body bouncing up and down as a screeching whine issued from her throat! Inside Tataka fought to stay as she was chased by small golden sparks from one end of Gabrielle's body to the other while Hope and her mother were pummeled by her swirling, snarling flight. The demon tried in vain to hide but at last was ejected and a hot pink light erupted from the small woman to fly into the sky shrieking and howling with rage and pain as it went. Eli and Xena watched the flight in awe.

On the ground, blood ran from her nose and Gabrielle began to choke in the last throes of Xena's nerve pinch. The warrior gasped and dug her strong fingers into the bards neck, popping the paralyzed nerve pathways open.

The bard stopped convulsing and lay sobbing for breath instead. As Eli watched with awe and the beginnings of acceptance, the small woman reached a red tipped hand to his. Gabrielle, in control again for one short moment, held his hand lovingly and tried to thank him. She had not the strength and dropped her hand away tiredly. She rolled her eyes up to Xena and her lips mouthed "I love you," just before Hope took over again.

With aching muscles, Xena pulled her friend's head and shoulders onto her lap and cradled her as best she could. "It's all right, it's all right," the warrior sobbed, her face twisting and breaking like skim ice on a pond. "Yer gonna be all right." She bent and kissed Gabrielle's forehead with love and then looked at the magician with reverence and gratitude.

As for Eli, the delighted smile on his face was like the sun bursting through the clouds on a dark day. As he had always prayed, he was a Devi!

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It was evening in the city; the cool shadows were lengthening as the sun withdrew from the hot land. The twilight was settling in and the monkeys and parrots squabbled one last time in the trees and rooftops before readying for sleep. In the streets, the people moved towards home and supper. On the balcony of their room, the two friends sat quiet and the sweet breeze swirled the curtains and seemed to withdraw the harsh heat of day. Xena sat sharpening her sword by the railing and Gabrielle lay back on a reed couch. Inside her, mother and daughter both lay quietly looking out of her eyes and savoring the sounds and smells of other peoples dinners and lives wafting on the soft breeze.

"Hope," the bard thought quietly.

"Mmmm?" Her daughter's thought was somehow without malice for the first time since Gabrielle could remember.

"I had given you up," Gabrielle's mental voice was soft. "When you and Tataka fought that first time, I thought you were dead."

"Wouldn't be the first time for you, mommy," said her daughter offhandedly. "What about it?"

"I ... guess I deserved that..." the bard thought sadly, "never mind."

Her daughter surprised her. "Look mom, I-I'm sorry about that." Hope sounded truly contrite. "I take it back; I don't want to fight right now ... it just gets to be a habit, needling you I mean." She was silent for a moment. "So-so what did you want?"

Gabrielle mentally smiled; "Apology accepted. I was curious and I wondered ... what happened? Tataka seemed to think you would die for breaking the Treaty of the Grotto, yet here you are ... again."

Hope's thought was playful. "Yeah, I always seem to be doing that don't I? Throw me in a river, poison me, push me into a pit of flames, stab me through the heart, now this ... nothing seems to work." Her voice turned bitter. "Bound to be a bit discouraging for you..."

"Hope, please..."

"Sorry, sorry. I said I didn't wanna fight and I don't." Hope's thoughts were calm again. "Truly mom, I'm not sure why I survived this one. Dad wasn't anywhere around, that's for sure. In fact, didn't we hear that Hercules tangled with him awhile back and banished him back to ... where-ever?"

"Yes, I think we did." Gabrielle agreed, "so you have no idea why you survived?"

"Probably because I'm a half-god, not just a demon like Tataka," Hope shrugged. "When I felt the shock of colliding with the magic that protected that pink so-and-so I was able to pull back just a tad and keep from going fully into it. It was sort of a psychic meat-grinder that chewed up souls."

Her daughter gave a mental shudder at the memory of her near escape. "Even so it mangled me pretty good and I had to rest cause I was no match for Tataka after that. When she said I would die, I decided it would be good to let her think I had, till I recovered. So I sorta hid myself in your memory cells and rested." Hope sounded uncomfortable. "I-I had to let you think I was dead, so Tataka would think so too. I'm ... sorry."

"Don't be sorry; it worked, and we're rid of her," Gabrielle mentally smiled, "that's what really counts."

"I guess so," Hope shrugged. "Anyhow, I just hung out and kinda kept spying on what all Tataka did and said, trying to find my way around that damn treaty somehow ... and I finally did. End of story."

"Not quite," Gabrielle said. "When Eli ran into Tataka and spilled her pearls, was that you that raised him up in the air?"

"Oh, yeah," Hope giggled. "That was me."

"Why?" The bard asked curiously.

"Well, two reasons..." the daughter of Dahak said thoughtfully. "One: to see if I was recovered enough to be able to use my powers and two: to keep Tataka off balance so she couldn't hurt Eli. I wanted him for the exorcism later, see?"

"Well," said her mother. "I guess that kinda wraps it all up anyway. Thanks for explaining it."

"Yer welcome," Hope said almost shyly. "Mother..." her thought was somehow, pensive. "When you thought I was dying this time ... did I hear you say that ... you could have loved me?"

Gabrielle thought of denying it, but then mentally shrugged. "Yes, I said it."

"Did-did you mean it?"

The bard hesitated. "Hope ... as you were fading out, you said you loved ME ... did YOU mean it?"

"Tit for tat, mommy. I asked you first..." Hope said lightly, but under the bantering thought tone, the bard sensed something else; a longing want perhaps?

Gabrielle felt a small flame begin to build somewhere deep inside her; a flame she had thought was long dead. A flame of love for her daughter, despite it all. She mentally took a deep breath and plunged. "Yes, Hope. I meant it and I still could love you if you changed; stopped being evil, doing evil." With a passion that surprised even her she cried, "oh, you could be GOOD, Hope; you could if you tried."

Her daughter's thought was hesitant; almost shy. "I-I don't know, mother. Sometimes listening to you in here wishing Xena love and-and her out there, showing me ... uh, I mean you, affection ... I feel like I maybe could, but..."

Gabrielle felt as if her heart was beating faster, her pulse pounding, as if she were holding her breath ... but that's silly she thought... I can't feel those things in this state I'm in. "But what, Hope?" her thought trembled, "Just say it..."

"Mother. It-It's Xena ... I told you before, she hates me. She has tried to kill me ever since I was born ... she fixed it so that I never knew you..."

The bard interrupted her quietly. "But she protected you at first, Hope. When the Knights of the Pierced Heart would'a killed you, maybe even killed me, she fought them; she saved you!" Gabrielle sighed. "But when she thought you were evil ... oh, the gods know, I don't always agree with Xena's methods ... but she always does what she thinks is right, no matter the cost..."

"Oh, yes," thought her daughter bitterly. "She certainly does. She killed my son because she thought it was right. My poor son, my pride and joy. He loved me, mom, and-and because of her he accidentally killed me ... his own mother."

"Hope ... remember. You killed Solan! He was her only son and you killed him..."

"I know mother," Hope's thought was soft; sad. "It-it seemed right at the time ... now it all seems so long ago. I sort of remember it ... but it was before I was reborn through the cocoon ... I changed somehow then, but..."

Gabrielle mentally sobbed. "Never mind all that! It doesn't matter now! Oh, forgive, Hope, forgive. Don't you see? Only then will you be free to live ... to love and be loved..."

"L-Love...?" For the tiniest moment, Gabrielle thought she had won. Her daughter's thoughts were open; bewildered; somehow soft. Then, it was as if a door had suddenly slammed shut. "No. NO! I can't forgive Xena, mother, I CAN'T! She drove you away from me, took your love from me, forced you to try and kill me, not once but three times! She killed my son and through him she killed ME! If I hadn't found my way to you when I was dying, I would be dead now!" Hope's mental voice broke with emotion. "She even tried to kill YOU, mother and would have if not for that whole Illusia thing. How can I forgive all THAT? How can YOU?"

The bard's thoughts trembled as she answered, "Xena and I settled our differences in Illusia; we each realized that hate only hurts the hater. That's over and has nothing to do with this..." Gabrielle whispered. "Oh, Hope, please ... please? Won't you just try? Try love over hate..."

"No, mother..." her daughter thought bleakly. "I don't want to hurt you anymore. I-I love you and forgive you, but ... there can be no peace between Xena and me till ... till one of us is dead."

"Oh, Hope..." Gabrielle sobbed.

"No, mother ... I'm sorry." Her daughter withdrew, leaving Gabrielle looking out of her own eyes at the warrior sharpening her sword by the balcony rail. As she watched, wishing she could cry, Xena looked up from her work. When she saw the bard was looking at her, she smiled faintly and spoke.

"Ya know, I'm sorry yer old clothes got burned, but I think I could get used to you in this yellow sari outfit ... ya know it shows off yer abs just as well as the green one did."

"Oh?" Said Hope, fingering the material over her breasts. "D'you like it?"

"Well, not really," Xena grinned, "All that yellow combined with yer hair makes ya look like a big sunflower ... but, next to that pitsy pearl outfit Tataka had you in, it looks GREAT!"

"Thanks so much, X-Na!"

"Think nuthin' of it, Scabby." Xena chuckled, then smiled tenderly. "I'm glad to have the old you back, Gabrielle."

"I'm glad to be back, Xena..." said Hope softly. "I plan on being around for a long time yet..."

As the warrior turned her attention back to her sharpening, the daughter of Dahak smiled coldly and whispered, "I'll be with you right up till the end..."

To Be Continued...