Hearts of Greek Fire - A Hades/Meg Love Story

Chapter 3 - I Would Do Anything For Love...

I sat at the table with my legs crossed, chin resting in my hand as Ambrose walked back and forth. He'd been pacing for the last thirty minutes and wouldn't shut up about divine intervention. I loved the guy, but it bordered on annoying.

"This is amazing. Do you know what this means?" Ambrose said, stopping in front of me with a wide grin and his hands up.

I blew a breath out from the corner of my mouth, tossing my hair into the air. "That we can finally go on that vacation to Thrace?"

"No. No." He stood up straight and put his fists on his hips. "The gods deemed me worthy of saving."

This was getting ridiculous.

"Or some completely selfless person sacrificed something on your behalf?" I flicked my hand in the air. "I mean, that's just a shot in the dark."

He furrowed his brow and looked at me like I'd suddenly become a cyclops. "What? No. It was clearly the gods. I need to make sure I get the most out of this new life they've granted me." He rubbed his chin. "Show my devotion to them."

"How about a simple, 'Thanks gods.'" I two-finger saluted toward Mount Olympus. "And we can get on with our lives." I stood up and slid my arms around his waist. "Nothing shows devotion like a lasting love between mortals, right?"

He peeled my arms away and turned around. "No. Love would only appease Aphrodite and Eros. It has to be bigger."

My arms were in the air, wrapped in their "o" shape as if they were still around Ambrose. I frowned and let them flop at my sides.

He snapped his fingers. "I got it." He took one of my hands in his. "Meg."

This was it. I pressed a hand over my heart and nodded. "Yes, Ambrose?"

"I'm entering the Olympics." He put his fists on his hips again like he was some hero or something.

My face fell. "I'm sorry. What?"

"What better way to honor the gods then show them my strength and valor in games they created?" He paced again. "I can throw the discus. Or maybe--no wait. Wrestling!"

I arched a brow and folded my arms. "Wrestling? The only wrestling I've ever seen you do is with the saddle on your horse."

"You're right. I need to find a trainer. And the sooner, the better." He ran over to the trunk at the foot of our bed, yanking a burlap sack from the bedpost.

"What are you doing?" I rushed over to him, sinuses burning as I watched him shoving clothes and food into the bag.

"I'm not getting any younger, Meg. If I'm going to do this, it needs to be now." He stormed for the door.

"Then, I'm going with you." I trotted behind him after grabbing my cloak.

He spun on his heel and held a palm up. "This is...something I need to do on my own."

My heart raced. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

His eyes fell to the ground. A knock sounded at the door. His gaze shot back up like I'd caught him with his hand in the baklava pot. I glared at him, and my heart pounded against my chest.

"Ambrose? Did I come too early?" A woman's voice asked from outside.

Heat flushed up my neck, and I turned a seething gaze on him. "That's why you sent the pigeon earlier. Are you even really planning on entering the Olympics?"

He gripped my shoulder. "You've been a doll, Meg. But I've been given another chance, and that includes another chance with Angelina." He opened the door. A blonde woman with boobs twice the size of her head and bright blue eyes stood on the other side.

Angelina smiled, and once she spotted me, giving her the glare of absolute death, her smile faded into a frown. "I thought she wasn't supposed to be here."

Ambrose opened the door just enough he could squeeze out of it, waving at me. "Let's go, Angie. Take care of yourself, Meg."

Fuming, I kicked the door shut. It fell halfway off its hinges, and I stared at it. Some small part of me wished Ambrose would come back. Tell me it was all part of some elaborate joke. I'd say, "Haha, you idiot. You really got me there."

But no.

I beat my palm against my forehead. "I was the idiot here. How could I be so stupid?"

Wrapping my arms around myself, I looked around the quiet hovel. The bed we'd made love on was the same place he would've died. I grimaced and looked away with a hiss.

If only I could forget him. Forget he ever existed. That we ever shared life together. That he ever...left me.

Throwing on the hood of my cloak, I ran out the door and made my way back to the alchemist. Maybe she had something I could take to suppress memories. Fighting back the tears trying to force their way out, I stopped in the middle of the square. Desperation was becoming a habit. It didn't look good on a gal like me. 

A/N: I've always found this revelation in the Disney movie to not only be heartbreaking, but SO realistic. It's always made me think about Hades perhaps showing a bit of true sympathy for her. What do you think? 

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