Aftermath

Wait For It

Summary: Disdain of the emperor is now rising again in the streets of Rome. Meanwhile, Commodus's first day of the games brings back triggering memories and dark thoughts.

Warning: Violence, angst

"That's the problem with young men like you. No restraint upon your tongues...or on your swords for that matter."

Senator Julius smirked at his colleague Senator Gaius's remark. Gaius had never been one to appreciate a jest with a vulgar double-meaning, but still did it to seem like a man in public.

General Petronius shook his head. "He's going to do it - he's made plans to announce it at the games and no one seems to be doing anything about it."

"The Senate has done much to gain the support of the people. Especially after the death of Senator and late Consul Gracchus, may he rest in peace." Gaius lectured, "We hammered the letter addressed to the Caesar in the public square. With our collective pleas, we begged him to show us mercy and bestow kindness upon the Senate of Rome."

"Keep making your jests, Senators," Petronius answered, disgusted with the two elder men. "The people do not understand the value of elocution as well as we do. All they know is...fear and wonder. Wasn't it your friend Gracchus who said that the heart of Rome lies not in the marble of the Senate, but in the heart of the Colosseum? That is what his Highness takes advantage of. It is how he whisks the common man from under our noses."

"And the army, too," Julius chuckled. "What have you to complain about, General? Does Caesar not pay you handsomely enough?" The general was beyond offended by this.

"He pays me well, but in not the way I would desire" He spat, not caring in that moment about the repercussions of his tone. "I am complaining because I do not wish to tarnish the legacy that the great Caesar Marcus Aurelius has brought to Rome."

"And the General who became a slave...who rose from his ashes into a gladiator who could defy an emperor, Maximus Decimus Meridus," Petronius added with a theatric flair. "The two of them gave their lives for Rome, and now that very Rome is to pay for the life of this man sitting on the throne now!"

"And I suppose you wish to follow in his footsteps," Gaius sneered. "Or do you wish to survive? Last I recall, you have an unwed sister and two small children at home. I shudder to think what may happen if their breadwinner goes gallivanting behind a metaphysical quest for a Republic."

Petronius continued to assert himself. "If not us, who will? Our venerated Lady Lucilla was once there to stop him from carrying out such a dastardly action. And now...the duties fall upon us to bring back the Rome that once was."

Senator Gaius clicked his tongue. "With your way of words, you could have been extremely political. What a pity you had to follow in your father's footsteps."

"I prefer to fight my battles in a straightforward manner. A general talks with his weapons more than with his tongue, Senators."

"Yes, but anyone can be killed with weapons," Julius retorted. "Only a fool can be killed by his own tongue."

"I should say so, coming from a man who may soon find himself out of a livelihood very soon and is still making jokes like a street jester."

Just as the angry young general was about to leave, Gaius grabbed Petronius's arm. "It does not bode well for a man like you to behave like this in public," he whispered hotly. "For our own safety, we must remain quiet until we have the power to act. You must trust Fate for the time being, General"

The young man hissed, "I have no faith in the same fate that brought such an emperor back to life from the realm of Tartarus."

"Meet us tonight in the Forum, and I will guide you to my house. There, we shall set our next move."