Disclaimer: They're not mine. *sob sob* I just kidnapped them to play with Xenas chakram, and they insisted that I'd write them a story. How could I not agree? *carefully rubs her newly unpinched neck*

Warnings!
Mild cuteness alert: It's irritatingly sweet for it's short length. Don't hork.
Violence: Not even a hint. This is all "lovey dovey touchie feelie"-sweetness with sugar on top.
Angst: Almost a hint. No more.
Gen/Alt: Intended as an Alt, but if you prefer Gen, then a smidget of denial will get you through this just fine.

Summary/an: Ever wonder what goes through Gabrielles mind on those lengthy trips around Greece?

A Spot of Sunshine
by Malin Söderholm

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This was one of my favorite things in the world, just walking along a quiet path in the forrest together, silently enjoying each others company. It gave me a chance to relax, and just appreciate being near her. I treasured these opportunities to watch her kick at pebbles, pick with her hair, or just look around for nothing.

A lot of nothing tended to pass through my mind on these walks. Everything around me seemed to have a nothing to tell me. The little flowers on the side of the road. The birds hopping from twig to twig. The trees towering up around us. Especially the trees.

For some reason, pine trees always reminded me of Xena. Proud and tall, strong. Me, I always considered more a spot of sunshine. You know, like those places where the trees pull back into a little glade, allowing the grass to grown tall mixed with wild flowers. A little sanctuary where the sun reaches all the way down, and you can almost smell the warmth.

Somehow this analogy, although beautiful, used to make me sad. Perhaps it was because glades and pines never mixed. The pines seems to prefer the cold solitude of the shadows, and no matter how hard the sunshine tried it could never reach far enough.

Then I saw it. In the lining of the glade one of the pine trees had lost it's grip around the ground and fallen straight into the clearing it was lining, and now rested in the grass across the open ground.

I guess that means even a pine can fall. For a spot of sunshine.


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