Author: Cyclone <cyclone[at]>

Feedback: Please be gentle.

Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at

Rating: I'm gonna go say PG.

Spoilers: Up to season two of Buffy and anything in the Herc/Xenaverse.

Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to the almighty Joss. I'm just borrowing them for a while.

Summary: Old friends have a talk. Sequel to The Golden Hunter.

Author's Note: Just something that really belongs at the tail end of The Golden Hunter.

Two men sat on the hood of a car, talking.

"So, how much do you remember, Iolaus?" Hercules -- now known as Kevin Sorbo -- asked.

"Most of it," Xander replied with a shrug. "Just about all of it, I think." He looked at the demigod, "And the name's Xander."

"Right," Hercules nodded. "Sorry."

The son of Zeus looked at Xander. There was no doubt in his mind. Xander was his old friend, reincarnated yet again.

"How did you get your memories back?"

"A spell and a coincidence," Xander said with a wry smile. "I dressed up as myself for Halloween, and some whack-job cast a spell turning everyone in town into their costumes. When the spell ended, the memories stuck. So, how've you been the past two thousand years, old buddy?"

"Eh, you know, saving the world," Hercules shrugged. "Not much call for keeping my family in line since..."

"Yeah, I figured," Xander nodded. "You know, Herc, we could use you here. This town's sitting on the Hellmouth."

Hercules shook his head, "I wish I could, Io- Xander, but I'd just attract trouble, you know that. I'd hate to think what Ares would do if he found the Hellmouth."

Xander shuddered at the thought.

"But here," Hercules handed him a card. "If you ever need help or just want to talk, call me. This number'll put you straight through to me."

"Thanks, Herc," Xander smiled. "I appreciate this."

"Also," Hercules said, pulling something else out of his pocket, "I think this is yours."

Xander took the item and blinked in surprise. "My amulet." He looked up, "You fixed it."

"Uh, yeah. I know I didn't really have the right to, but..."

"No, no, no. This is great. Actually, I'm surprised it survived this long." He paused to don the keepsake. "Thanks, Herc. This means a lot."

"I know."

There was a long silence, and Hercules could tell that something was bothering his friend. Different voice, different face... but just as with Iolaus 2, the voice and face didn't mean much.

It was Iolaus, and something troubled him.

"What are you thinking about, Xander?"

"Gabrielle," he replied. "My... my best friend was dressed as a ghost, but under that, she was dressed as Gabby."

"Oh," the demigod nodded in understanding. "You miss her."

"Yeah, I do," Xander nodded with a sigh. "We understood each other better than anyone, Herc. No one else could understand what we'd been through, with you and Xena."

Xander paused, then added softly, "With Dahak."

He looked at Hercules, "You ever think about Xena? Ever wonder... what might have been?"

Hercules looked away, "All the time. Listen, I don't know how much you remember, but you and Gabrielle..."

"That was after Xena died, Herc. She was never the same after that."

"She loved Xena very much," Hercules said.

"No more than you." Xander shook his head and rose, "Well, I'm glad we could talk, Herc, but I should be getting home."

"Until next time, old friend," Hercules said, as they clasped forearms.

"Yeah," Xander said. "Later."