Around Again

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" rowspan="2" width=210 BGCOLOR="#99CC99" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="0418dfc3.jpg"> <bR> <div> <B><IMG SRC="05fb6e30.jpg" border=0 width="182" height="227" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <div> <B>(Photo copywrite Creations)</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Disclaimer:  This website and its contents are not intended to violate any copyrights.  These stories are written for the enjoyment of fans and will produce no monetary gain.  Some characters and situations used in these stories are owned by Renaissance, Universal, or MCA; anything else belongs to the individual authors.  Please do not reproduce, publish or otherwise use these works elsewhere without the author's permission.  </B></div> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" colspan=2 height=82 BGCOLOR="#CCCC99" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="0428dfe1esnpes.jpg"> <div> <FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#336666" FACE="Arial" ><B>Hercules & Iolaus: The Legends Continue</B></FONT><B>     </B><B>|</B><B>     </B><A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Hercules Iolaus: The Legends Continue"><U><B>home</B></U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id17.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Mailbag"><U>Mailbag</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id18.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Related Links"><U>Related Links</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id19.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Contact Us"><U>Contact Us</U></A>   |   <B>Around Again</B>   |   <A HREF="id29.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Knave of Hearts"><U>Knave of Hearts</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id30.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Double Indemnity"><U>Double Indemnity</U></A></div> <div> </div> </td> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" height=398 colspan=2 BGCOLOR="#CCCC99" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="0428dfc3.jpg"> <div> <I>Around Again</I></div> <div> Episode 2001</div> <bR> <div> Written By:  Dolittle</div> <bR> <div> Teaser: </div> <bR> <div> The scene opens in the Hall of Time on Mount Olympus.  Zeus, with long silver hair and flowing robes, stands next to Ares in the central dais. All around them, stretching up as far as one can see are portals. In each one, a different scene from a certain time and place in the mortal world is being played out.  The two gods stare intently at one of the images before them. This particular window shows a twenty-first century television tuned to Xena: Warrior Princess.  Playing on the small screen is the pivotal scene from `God Fearing Child'. Zeus' expression is grim. Ares appears to be enjoying himself immensely.</div> <bR> <div> "Ouch!"  Ares grimaces as Kevin Sorbo's character plunges the rib of Chronos into Zeus.  He turns to Zeus with exaggerated concern.  "This is too much for you to have to bear, father." </div> <bR> <div> Zeus turns away from both his son and the portal. </div> <bR> <div> "This time my little half brother has gone too far!"  Ares shouts as he dramatically waves his arms.  Lowering his voice to a menacing growl, he implores the King of the Gods, "Allow me to rid us of Hercules once and for all."  The war god looks expectantly at his father.  Zeus stands in silent contemplation. </div> <div>  </div> <div> "Hercules," Ares spits his brother's name with as much venom as a 3-headed Hydra.  "He has those puny mortals thinking that he killed the King of the Gods and ended our reign.  Surely you can't allow that kind of disrespect?"  Ares pauses and moves next to Zeus.  He purses his lips in anticipation before trying another tact.  "These mortals don't believe in us anymore," he whispers in Zeus' ear.  "And it's all Hercules' fault."</div> <bR> <div> Zeus takes a half step away from his combative son before snapping back.  </div> <bR> <div> "No, Ares, it's not Hercules' fault." </div> <bR> <div> "You are blind when it comes to my half brother!"  Ares shakes his head with rage.  "Someone must pay for this, this insult!"</div> <bR> <div> The King of the Gods watches the end credits of Xena.  "Oh, someone will," he replies confidently.  Then he turns and walks away.</div> <bR> <div> The God of War studies the television screen a moment longer and considers this turn of events. His dark eyes sparkle with malicious mischief.  "I can work with this."  An evil grin spreads across his handsome features.  "This might work out even better than I planned."  </div> <bR> <div> Credits:</div> <div> Starring:</div> <div> Kevin Sorbo</div> <div> Michael Hurst</div> <bR> <div> Guest Starring:</div> <div> Kevin Smith as Ares</div> <div> Charles Keating as Zues</div> <div> Meg Foster as Hera</div> <bR> <div> Special cameo appearances by:</div> <div> Jennifer Ward-LeLand as herself</div> <div> Paul Norel as airport passenger</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Opening Scene:</div> <div>  </div> <div> A beautiful, sunny blue sky - panning down we see a palm-tree lined road.  As the camera continues to pan down, we can hear strains of `Holding Out for a Hero' playing faintly in the background.  Finally, the viewfinder settles on Kevin Sorbo.  The handsome actor is wearing a faded denim shirt, sunglasses and driving a red Porsche convertible.  A California breeze is blowing his shiny hair.  A playful smile is on his lips as he sings along with the all too appropriate song on the radio.</div> <bR> <div> The caption reads: Kevin Sorbo - Star</div> <div> {Cheers from the audience}</div> <bR> <div> In a burst of red light, the gorgeous, black leather-clad, God of War appears in the passenger seat.  {More cheers}</div> <bR> <div> "Ah, Ares."  Kevin glances casually at the intruder.  "What is it now?  Here to start a riot?  Or did you just want to catch the WWF while they're in town?"</div> <div>  </div> <div> Ares raises the corner of his lip and sneers at his half brother.  "I've been gone for years and that's the greeting I get?"</div> <bR> <div> "Why don't you go away for, let's say another hundred, and see what kind of greeting you get then," Kevin offers with a note of sarcasm.</div> <bR> <div> "I am hurt," pouts the God of War.</div> <bR> <div> "You'll get over it."  Kevin eyes his sibling warily.  "So why are you here?"</div> <bR> <div> "What?  Can't a brother drop in for a visit?" </div> <bR> <div> "Not without an ulterior motive."  Kevin looks at him with disdain.  "Ares, you should be happy now.  You got what you wanted - the show is over."</div> <bR> <div> "Happy?  You think I am happy?"  Ares growls.  "After the way I was depicted in the final episode . . ."</div> <div>  </div> <div> "The truth hurts," Kevin interrupts.  "Now why ARE you here?"</div> <bR> <div> "Let's just say that if you think that I'm unhappy about `Full Circle,' you can imagine how pissed Zeus was after he saw your last performance on Xena," Ares replies smugly.</div> <bR> <div> "It's just a television show - Zeus doesn't even watch TV."</div> <bR> <div> "Well, he definitely caught your little patricide act in that one."</div> <bR> <div> Kevin glares suspiciously at Ares over the top of his sunglasses.  "And I don't suppose you had anything to do with it?"</div> <bR> <div> The God of War raises his eyebrows and feigns innocence.  "Who, Moi?"  He points to his own chest.  "I was just trying to show an interest in your work.  I can't help it if dear old Dad happened to see the show too."</div> <bR> <div> "I can just imagine what you had to say about it," Kevin replies derisively.</div> <bR> <div> "Well, I was forced to point out how you completely dissed the Gods."  Ares grins wickedly.  "It was a great plan."  He adds with a hint of disappointment, "Too bad, Zeus doesn't blame you."</div> <bR> <div> Kevin looks hard at his half brother.  "And who exactly does he blame?"</div> <bR> <div> "Oh, you'll have to figure that out for yourself, little brother." </div> <bR> <div> Kevin reaches across the car and shoves Ares out of the still moving vehicle, "And you'll have to figure out how to wear a seat belt."</div> <bR> <div> <I>Break</I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> A tastefully decorated living room.  A modern phone is sitting on the end table ringing.  A hand lifts the receiver and we see the handsome face of Michael Hurst.  {More audience cheers}  He slips on his wire rimmed glasses and looks down at the phone again before speaking.</div> <bR> <div> "Cheers, Herc," the blonde actor answers in his own Kiwi accent.</div> <bR> <div> "Let me guess, you got caller ID?"  Kevin Sorbo speaks into another telephone on the other side of a split screen.</div> <bR> <div> "Righto.  The little display on the phone reads - `Hercules - Demigod'."  Michael flashes a killer grin.</div> <bR> <div> "I'm assuming it's safe to talk," Hercules questions.</div> <bR> <div> "Your secret is always safe with me," Michael goes on to explain.  "Jennifer and the kids are at the park."</div> <bR> <div> "Good," Hercules' tone is serious.  "I may need your help."</div> <bR> <div> "Uh oh." </div> <bR> <div> "Michael, I have no right to ask.  This may be, no, this WILL be dangerous."</div> <bR> <div> "Herc," Michael shakes his head slightly.  "Ever since you told me that you are the real Hercules, I've known this day might come.  I'm ready to do my part.  Whatever you need."</div> <bR> <div> "Thanks, Michael."  Hercules smiles sincerely on the other end.  "You'll never know just how much you really do remind me of Iolaus."</div> <bR> <div> "No worries.  Now fill me in."</div> <bR> <div> "Ares paid me a visit this morning."</div> <bR> <div> "Why doesn't that surprise me?" Michael frowns.  "It seems like your brother is always in the thick of things."</div> <bR> <div> "Well, this time, he has Zeus involved."</div> <bR> <div> "Zeus?" the actor repeats incredulously.  "You told me that ever since he and Hera got back together they've been pretty mellow.  Why the sudden change?"</div> <bR> <div> "Apparently, Ares convinced our father that the Gods were humiliated in `God Fearing Child,'" Hercules explains.</div> <bR> <div> Michael considers what his friend said then interjects, "But Xena: Warrior Princess is just a television show - it's only loosely based on real events." </div> <bR> <div> "Yes, but Ares excels at causing trouble.  After all, he's had centuries of practice."</div> <bR> <div> "So do you think Zeus is coming after you?" Michael asks.</div> <bR> <div> Hercules shakes his head.  "No, I think he's going to take out his anger on Rob Tapert and Lucy.  I'm afraid that even their baby could be in jeopardy."</div> <bR> <div> Michael's brow furrows as he considers the severity of the situation.  "You want me to keep an eye on things until you can get here?"</div> <bR> <div> "You read my mind, buddy." </div> <bR> <div> "I'll do my best."</div> <bR> <div> "Thanks, mate."  Hercules grins as he hangs up the phone.</div> <bR> <div> Back in full screen, Michael is just replacing the receiver.  When he hears a commotion.</div> <bR> <div> "Daddy!"  Jack runs in and gives his father a big hug.  Jennifer follows.</div> <bR> <div> "Hi, Honey."  Jennifer kisses Michael.  "Who was that on the phone?"</div> <bR> <div> Still preoccupied with the conversation, Michael answers without thinking, "Herc."</div> <bR> <div> Jennifer raises her eyebrows at her husband.  "Should I start calling you Iolaus now?"</div> <bR> <div> "Well Voluptua," Michael recovers and wraps his arms around his wife's waist, pulling her close.  "Then I could show you some moves that I learned in the Far East."</div> <bR> <div> Jennifer lets out a bawdy chuckle.  "Can I take a rain check on that?"  She nods towards the children.  "By the way, what did Kevin call for?"</div> <bR> <div> "He's coming to New Zealand."</div> <bR> <div> "That's great.  Any special reason?"</div> <bR> <div> "We're going to help out Rob and Lucy with Zeus."  Michael quickly corrects himself, "Er, I mean with Xena, uh, an episode."</div> <bR> <div> Jennifer is staring at her handsome spouse.</div> <bR> <div> "Mommy," Jack tugs at his mother's hand.  "You promised me a biscuit."</div> <bR> <div> "Michael, I'm really beginning to worry about you."  Jennifer says over her shoulder as she follows Jack into the kitchen.</div> <bR> <div> "So am I," Michael whispers to himself.</div> <bR> <div> <I>Break </I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> Auckland airport - an Air New Zealand jet touches down out of a gray, stormy sky.</div> <div> The scene switches to just outside of airport customs. In a large reception area, a crowd waits anxiously to greet arriving passengers.  Many are gathered in front of the expansive windows watching the ominous storm clouds outside. In one corner, a well-known New Zealand actor waits patiently.  Wearing glasses and dressed in a green oxford over tailored khakis, he hardly resembles the heroic character that he played for six years. </div> <div>   </div> <div> The camera switches to a doorway marked exit, where incoming passengers are exiting customs.  Towering above most of the other travelers, Kevin Sorbo strolls through the door.  He is clad in well fitting jeans and a dark blue turtleneck, a leather jacket slung over one shoulder.  He grins as he spies Michael Hurst waiting for him.</div> <div>  </div> <div> "Good to see you," Hercules says to Michael.  The two start to clasp wrists, then quickly switch to a modern handshake before anyone around them notices.  They grin at each other, a genuinely happy reunion, despite the circumstances.</div> <bR> <div> "So, how was the flight?" the Kiwi asks casually.</div> <bR> <div> "You mean other than landing in the middle of a hurricane?"  Hercules answers looking out the window at a raging tempest.</div> <bR> <div> "You're always complaining about our weather," Michael teases.  Then adds, "Let's get out of here before it gets any worse."  </div> <bR> <div> He pushes the door open against a huge gust of wind and the two friends stride out into the gale.  Most of the other airport patrons wait inside the terminal for the storm to subside.  The two men are just reaching the curb when a bolt of lightning strikes immediately behind them.  Hercules clenches his teeth and turns with a grim expression.</div> <bR> <div> "Ah, little brother.  Welcome back to New Zealand."  Ares strides forward arrogantly, a malicious grin spread across his handsome face. Head cocked to one side, thumbs hitched into his sword belt, the God sneers, "how do you like the greeting so far?" </div> <bR> <div> "So we have you to thank for this monsoon?"  Michael questions the God of War.</div> <bR> <div> Ares pauses to study the actor, putting a finger to his pursed lips.  "Aren't you dead?"  He asks, pointing at Michael.  "No matter," the God of War chuckles.  "I can fix that."  Ares winds his hand back to hurl a bolt of energy at the Kiwi.</div> <bR> <div> "AARREESS!!!"  Hercules shouts as he throws himself at his brother, hitting him squarely in the gut and throwing them both against the building.  The half siblings smash into the wall, fall and roll apart.</div> <div>  </div> <div> Ares shakes himself off.  "I've been waiting a long time for this."  Hercules is just getting to his feet as his brother steps up to him and throws a hard right to the demigod's chin.  Hercules flies backwards, crashing onto the pavement.</div> <div>  </div> <div> The God of War lifts his nose and sniffs the air appreciatively.  "Ah, the sweet smell of revenge.  And I don't expect Zeus to come to your rescue this time."</div> <bR> <div> Hercules looks up at his half brother and responds sarcastically.  "As opposed to what?  - All the other times he's rescued me?" </div> <div>  </div> <div> Ares sneers at the demigod before throwing a bolt of lightning.  It barely misses Hercules as he rolls out of its path.</div> <div>   </div> <div> "I am definitely getting too old for this," the hero grumbles at his narrow escape.</div> <bR> <div> "Lights out, little bro."  Ares winds up and pitches another bolt.  This time, Herc dodges in the other direction, landing himself in a corner.  The God of War sees his opportunity at hand. "You know what they say."  He chuckles cruelly.  "Third time's the charm," Ares quotes as he prepares a fatal blow for the trapped hero.</div> <bR> <div> <I>Break</I></div> <bR> <div> Outside of the Auckland airport where passengers and baggage are picked up and dropped off, only the hardiest travelers and a few skycaps reluctantly brave the freak storm. Most are oblivious to the warring siblings.  Michael Hurst stands near the curbside watching the two immortals engaged in battle.</div> <div>     </div> <div> Ares grins maliciously at the cornered Hercules. "I've waited a LOOONG time for this." The God of War roars, already relishing his victory.  He is preparing his finishing blow when, out of nowhere, a Samsonite collides with the back of his head.  The God of War staggers for a second, gripping the back of his skull.  He turns around to see the blonde actor smiling mischievously, a pile of unclaimed luggage at his feet. </div> <bR> <div> "Do you have a claim check for that bag?"  Michael asks innocently.  "Oh, wait, this one must be yours."  Then he hurls a military-style duffel bag at the leather-clad god.</div> <bR> <div> Ares ducks and glares at the thespian.</div> <div>   </div> <div> "Oops, my mistake, you know so many bags look alike.  Uh, Herc?  Any chance you could help out here?" </div> <bR> <div> "Anything for a friend," the revived demigod replies.  He walks behind Ares and knocks his head around with a hard left hook.  Then Hercules steps forward and round kicks the war god, sending him flying into a parked minivan.</div> <div>   </div> <div> Ares looks up at his brother with fire in his eyes.  "You and your little friend are really starting to bug me," he growls.</div> <bR> <div> "We're just starting to bug you?  And here you've been annoying me for centuries," the Son of Zeus shrugs.</div> <bR> <div> "Are we going to fight or have a battle of wits?</div> <div> "</div> <div> "We couldn't possibly have a battle of wits," Hercules muses.  "You're unarmed."</div> <bR> <div> "Let's just do it!" the God of War hisses.  They stride toward each other and punch in unison.  Both men fly backwards.</div> <bR> <div> "Ouch," Michael cringes, watching the brawl.</div> <bR> <div> A bystander (cameo appearance by Paul Norel) approaches the scene, munching on some airport nachos.  Michael does a double take at the familiar face.  Then wrinkles his nose at the nachos.  "You aren't really going to eat those, are you?"</div> <bR> <div> "You want some?"  The long-faced man offers Michael a tortilla chip covered in yellow goo.</div> <bR> <div> The blonde actor grimaces. "Uh, no thanks." </div> <bR> <div> The bystander's mouth drops open and his eyes go wide as Hercules head snaps back repeatedly from a series of punches by Ares.  "What's he doing, mate?"  </div> <bR> <div> Michael glances from the confused man to the ongoing brawl.  "What does it look like?" he asks the stranger tentatively.</div> <bR> <div> "Looks as though that big fella `as gone daft.  Punching and kicking into thin air."</div> <div>  </div> <div> Michael nods, realizing that his countryman can't see Ares.  "Must be some new fitness fad from the States," he offers as explanation.</div> <bR> <div> "Oh, he's a Yank," the stranger exclaims.  "That explains it."  The two Kiwis twist their heads in unison as Hercules sails through the air after a particularly hard left jab by the God of War.  "Wonder how he does that?"</div> <bR> <div> Michael shrugs his shoulders and the stranger walks off.</div> <bR> <div> "I warned you little brother."  Ares leaps through the air at Hercules. </div> <div>  </div> <div> The Son of Zeus twists quickly aside, letting Ares fly past to smack into the side of the building.</div> <bR> <div> "Thanks for the warning.  It really helped," Hercules responds sarcastically.</div> <bR> <div> Ares shakes his head again and growls as he lunges at the big guy.  Herc steps aside once more and Ares collides with a parking meter.  "I didn't even need a warning that time," Hercules grins.</div> <div>  </div> <div> "I won't miss again!"  The God of War fumes and launches himself at Herc once more. </div> <bR> <div> This time, the Son of Zeus stretches out an arm and clotheslines his half bother.  "Nope, that was a definite hit," Hercules remarks. </div> <div>  </div> <div> "This isn't finished!" a battered God of War hisses.  "I'll just let dear old Dad take care of you."  With a wave of his hand, the god disappears.</div> <bR> <div> A woman approaches and taps the big guy's shoulder.  "Aren't you Hercules?" she asks.</div> <bR> <div> "Who me?  No, I'm just an actor," Herc responds with a wink.</div> <bR> <div> <I>Break</I></div> <bR> <div> It's late afternoon and Michael and Hercules are driving in Michael's black Grand Cherokee.  Lush green hills covered with tree ferns surround the winding two-lane street.  The picturesque road is deserted except for the lone sport utility vehicle.  Outside, thunder and lightning continue relentlessly as the winds gust to near hurricane proportions.  Inside the car:</div> <bR> <div> "Thanks for the help back there," Hercules says to Michael.  "You were great."</div> <bR> <div> "I have had six years of practice."  The Kiwi chuckles then turns to his friend, "Rob and Lucy are staying at their cottage on the Coromandel Peninsula.  I was there on holiday; I should be able to find it, no worries."</div> <bR> <div> "It's hard not to worry when the gods are involved," the big guy responds.</div> <bR> <div> Michael claps his hands on the wheel and turns to Herc with a determined expression, "So what is the plan?" he asks.</div> <bR> <div> The demigod looks out the front windshield, "I'm working on it."</div> <bR> <div> "Oh, Herc . . ." Michael groans.  "Three thousand years and you still don't have a plan." </div> <bR> <div> The ancient Greek hero smiles in spite of everything - Michael brings back memories of his old partner.</div> <bR> <div> "Herc, maybe Ares is wrong about Zeus."  Michael glances over.  "It wouldn't be the first time."  They exchange knowing smiles.  "After all, what could Zeus possibly hope to gain from hurting Rob and Lucy?"</div> <bR> <div> Hercules lets out a tired sigh.  "Knowing my father, he thinks that by killing Rob and Lucy in a blaze of godly power, he can prove his might to the world.  And it will serve as a deterrent to others who would oppose the all mighty King of the Gods."</div> <bR> <div> "Death by fireball - that's some deterrent.  You know Hercules," Michael's says seriously.  "Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to make that Xena episode."</div> <bR> <div> "I had my reservations," the demigod agrees.  "Unfortunately, I was already signed on when they decided to rewrite the episode."  He pauses for a moment, "Zeus and I may have had our differences but patricide isn't exactly my thing."</div> <bR> <div> "And you couldn't very well tell the writers to change the script because the King of the Gods might get ticked off," Michael muses.</div> <bR> <div> "Well I could, but then they'd be toting me off to the home for deluded actors."  Herc chuckles.  "So, I made the episode and hoped that Zeus wouldn't see it or wouldn't care."</div> <bR> <div> "Everything probably would have been fine if Ares hadn't gotten involved."</div> <bR> <div> "If I had a dinar for every time that were true . . ." Hercules trails off and the partners ride on in silence.  Outside, the storm rages on. </div> <bR> <div> "We're almost there," Michael says finally breaking the silence.</div> <bR> <div> "Watch out!"  Hercules shouts as a bolt of lightning hits a Kauri tree; sending it crashing down on the road in front of them.  Michael jerks the steering wheel and hits the brakes.  The sturdy SUV swerves off the road, narrowly missing the felled trunk.  Both of the occupants breathe a sigh of relief as the vehicle comes to a halt.</div> <bR> <div> "Buggers!  Another message from your family?"  Michael asks rhetorically.  "Why can't they just E-mail like everybody else?"</div> <bR> <div> "They do like to make a statement, don't they?"  Hercules responds.  " I guess I'll have to walk from here."</div> <bR> <div> "We.  We will have to walk from here," Michael corrects him.</div> <bR> <div> "No, Michael, it's too dangerous."  </div> <bR> <div> "Look, Rob and Lucy are my friends too.  Besides, I know the way."</div> <bR> <div> Hercules carefully studies his friend.  The determined expression on Michael's face reminds him once more of Iolaus and he knows that the actor-turned-hero will not be deterred.</div> <bR> <div> "Partners?"  Michael asks him, holding out his hand.  Hercules clasps him about the wrist and concedes.</div> <bR> <div> "Partners."  They start to open the car door when Herc hesitates.  "For the Gods' sakes, Michael, be careful.  Ares will look like a pussycat compared to Jennifer if I let anything happen to you."  Both men grin and get out of the Jeep.</div> <bR> <div> They push forward against the gale force winds when suddenly a bright light blazes in front of them.  A regal woman dressed in fine dark silk, adorned with peacock feathers appears. Her head with its perfectly coifed hair and intricate tiara is bowed down. Slowly she raises her face up, pale violet eyes stare balefully at the heroes.</div> <div>     </div> <div> "Uh oh," Hercules whispers.</div> <bR> <div> "Uh Herc, is that who I think it is?"</div> <bR> <div> "Oh yeah." </div> <bR> <div> <I>Break</I></div> <bR> <div> The two heroes are standing on a hillside in a raging windstorm facing the Queen of the Gods. Hera stares at her stepson, ignoring the tempest swirling around her.  </div> <bR> <div> "Is this the really mean Hera or the just sorta nasty one?" Michael questions.</div> <bR> <div> "We'll find out soon enough."</div> <bR> <div> "At least she hasn't thrown anything at us," the blonde actor remarks. </div> <bR> <div> "Not yet anyway."  The demigod steps towards his stepmother.  "Hera, I really don't have time for any of your tricks."</div> <bR> <div> "Hercules, wait.  I'm here to help," the regal goddess responds in a haunting voice.</div> <bR> <div> The demigod eyes her with obvious suspicion. "What you did; saving Evander, was wonderful.  But you'll have to excuse me if I'm not quite ready to trust you." </div> <bR> <div>  "You would be a fool if you did."  Hera continues, "But you don't have a choice.  You'll never stop Zeus without my help."</div> <bR> <div> Hercules considers for a moment.  His eyes narrow and he asks accusingly, "Did you and Dad have another falling out and now you're using me against him?"</div> <bR> <div> "No, we've actually been happy these last few centuries."  Hera hesitates before adding, "Thanks to you and Evander - bringing us back together."</div> <bR> <div> The Son of Zeus scoffs at her admission.</div> <bR> <div> "Hercules," Hera says gently.  "I can never make up for what I did to you or your family.  But, together, we may be able to prevent Zeus from making the same mistake that I made.  Killing innocent mortals because of wounded pride."</div> <bR> <div> Hercules stares dubiously at the Queen of the Gods.</div> <bR> <div> "Herc, what she's saying does make some sense," Michael offers hopefully.  "And we really could use the help."</div> <bR> <div> The demigod sighs and reluctantly asks, "Just what kind of help did you have in mind?"</div> <bR> <div> Hera reaches under her cloak and slowly draws forth a simple dagger.  She holds it out for Hercules.  He accepts it hesitantly, noticing a dark red stain along the blade.</div> <div>   </div> <div> "If you can't stop Zeus any other way . . ." Hera trails off, her gaze falling on the knife.</div> <bR> <div> "Hind's Blood?"  Hercules stares at the weapon in his hand.  "You would give me a weapon that could kill your own husband?"</div> <bR> <div> "Better he should die than live with the shame and guilt that he would eventually feel."  Hera stares into her stepson's blue eyes and adds contritely, "I should know."  The Queen of the Gods turns and walks away slowly.  Her voice can just be heard over the rushing wind.  "I know you'll do the right thing, Hercules.  You always do." </div> <bR> <div> <I>Break</I></div> <bR> <div> The ominous gray sky is growing even darker as dusk is fast approaching.  Hercules and Michael make their way through the dense New Zealand forest.  Tall fern trees and towering palms are being buffeted by the powerful winds.  On the ground, the pair are somewhat protected by the big trees.  They stop at the edge of the woods, looking at a landscaped lawn with a small chalet style house.  There is light coming from several of the windows.</div> <bR> <div> "Well that's Rob's cottage," Michael affirms as the two men stand apprising their situation.</div> <bR> <div> Hercules puts his hands on his hips and nods.  "We'll wait here for Zeus to make his move."  The demigod's eyes sweep the area.</div> <bR> <div> Michael glances at the knife tucked in Herc's waistband. </div> <bR> <div> "So that's it," Michael acknowledges the reddened blade.  "The weapon that can defeat Zeus; given to you by Hera; so that you can protect Lucy and her family."  Michael pauses.  "Doesn't this feel a bit like déjà vu?"</div> <bR> <div> "You mean like life imitating art?" Hercules suggests.</div> <bR> <div> "If you consider a syndicated television series to be art," the Shakespearean actor jokes.  The men stand in a companionable silence for a moment before Michael asks,  "Herc, could you really kill your own father?"</div> <div>  </div> <div> "I don't know, Michael," the demigod grimaces at the idea.  "All I do know is that I can't allow him to hurt innocent people."</div> <bR> <div> "Maybe you'll be able to talk to him."  Michael offers.</div> <bR> <div> "We're about to find out," Hercules states as the winds die down and a bright light appears on the edge of the Taperts' lawn.  The demigod strides forward to where the light is taking the shape of an elderly man.  Looking royal and fit, the King of the Gods appears before them.</div> <bR> <div> <I>Break</I></div> <bR> <div> On the border between manicured lawn and New Zealand woods, Hercules and Michael stare at the just-arrived Zeus. His long silver hair and regal, gold trimmed robes blow in the howling winds. From under bushy gray eyebrows, the God's dark piercing stare is directed at his son.  </div> <bR> <div> "Zeus!"  Hercules shouts.</div> <bR> <div> "Son, stay out of this," the god raises an arm to warn him off.  "I don't want to hurt you.  But this is something that must be done."</div> <bR> <div> "After all these years, you still haven't learned anything," Herc chides his father.</div> <bR> <div> Infuriated, Zeus points toward his son. "You don't speak to me like that!  I am still the King of the Gods." The immortal raises his arms skyward and a bolt of lightning, shoots through the air. </div> <bR> <div> "Then when are you going to start acting like it?" the demigod states to try to distract Zeus from his purpose.  "Killing innocent mortals just because they didn't show you the proper respect?  Maybe you should try earning it sometime."</div> <bR> <div> "I will not stand to be humiliated by them or by you!"  Zeus responds angrily.  Then he holds up his hand.  Bright light shows through his clenched fingers.</div> <bR> <div> Hercules glares at his father.  "Go ahead and kill me.  Because so long as I live, I will not let you harm anyone else."</div> <bR> <div> Zeus growls and launches a burst of energy at the hero.  It hits a tree trunk and the massive palm crashes down on Hercules.  "I'm sorry, son, but this is something that I have to do," the god sounds almost apologetic.</div> <bR> <div> Michael watches in horror and then rushes to his friend's side.  Summoning the strength of the character he played so long, the actor manages to roll the trunk off his friend.  He is relieved when the hero moans slightly.  "Herc, Herc, are you ok?" he asks shaking the demigod gently.  Hercules' blue eyes open slowly.  Michael glances worriedly towards where Zeus is sizing up the small chalet. </div> <bR> <div>  "Now would be a really good time to get up."</div> <bR> <div> Bleeding from a large scrape on his forehead, Hercules struggles to his feet.  His torn shirt reveals more lacerations to his left arm.  Holding the injured limb close to his body, the hero staggers toward his father.  Zeus glances over his shoulder at the limping Hercules.  The god waves his hand dismissively at the hero.  Hercules is thrown against another tree trunk and lies battered at its base.  Zeus returns his attention to the Taperts' cottage.</div> <bR> <div> Michael's face fills with fury and he rushes at the immortal.  Zeus turns and catches the actor by the throat.  He holds Michael aloft with one hand.  The blonde man makes some choking noises as he tries to break free but he's no match for the King of the Gods.</div> <bR> <div> Seeing his friend's struggle, Hercules summons the last of his strength and launches himself through the air.  The demigod completes one and a half flips and kicks both legs into Zeus' chest.  Michael, freed from the death grip, falls to the ground.</div> <bR> <div> "Give up, son.  Even you can't defeat the King of the Gods," Zeus growls, as father and son roll on the ground tangled together. </div> <div>  </div> <div> "Yes, I can," Hercules roars as he pulls Hera's dagger from his belt.  "This ends NOW!"  The demigod is poised over his father's prone body.  Dagger positioned above the god's chest; it plunges down.</div> <bR> <div> <I>Break</I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> The camera shows a close up of the dagger gripped in Hercules' hand which is poised over Zeus' chest.  It plunges downward - into the ground next to the god.  Hercules' anguished expression reflects his inner struggle.  Feeling defeated by his own emotions, the demigod crawls away from his father. </div> <bR> <div> "I can't, I just can't," he moans. Battered and bleeding, the tortured hero sinks down on his knees and hangs his head in despair.</div> <bR> <div> Zeus rises - an expression of mild curiosity as he examines his uninjured body.  He looks at his son and begins to smile warmly.  The god approaches the beaten hero and places a hand on his shoulder.  "Son," he whispers softly.  "I love you too."</div> <bR> <div> Hercules turns and looks up at this father, stunned.</div> <bR> <div> "Long ago, we Greek Gods turned most of our attention away from this world.  We lost touch with it," Zeus explains.  "And I lost touch with my son."  He looks regretfully at his favorite child.  "I had to be sure Hercules. Sure that you were still the same son I have always been so proud of.  That even your love for mortals couldn't force you to harm me."</div> <bR> <div> "There were other ways, father," an exhausted (but relieved) Hercules whispers hoarsely.  The lingering anger is still evident in his voice.</div> <bR> <div> Zeus hesitates, considering what his son has just said.  "Yes, you are probably right.  I only hope that you can forgive an old man for his fears and his need for reassurance."</div> <bR> <div> Hercules stares at his father with mixed emotions.  He finally lets out a tired sigh and nods.  Zeus helps his son stand and embraces the hero. </div> <bR> <div> "I have never been as proud of you as I am right now."  Zeus says, clasping Herc by the shoulders and looking into his eyes.  After a moment, he releases the hero and steps back.  "Keep up the good work," Zeus' voice can be heard as his visage shimmers and disappears.</div> <bR> <div> "I love you, too, father," Hercules murmurs into the blank space where Zeus just stood.</div> <bR> <div> <I>Break</I></div> <bR> <div> Daylight is fading as dusk falls over the New Zealand countryside.  An exhausted Hercules stands with Michael Hurst staring at the spot where Zeus disappeared.  The Taperts' cottage is visible in the background - still peaceful and undisturbed.  The raging winds have died down to a gentle breeze.</div> <div> Michael walks over to the spot and bends down.  He grasps the hilt of Hera's dagger and pulls it out of the dirt.  The dark crimson stain still shows. </div> <bR> <div> "What do we do with this?" the actor asks holding up the blade.</div> <bR> <div> "Oh I'll take that."  The God of War appears out of the nothingness and snatches the dagger away from a startled Michael.</div> <bR> <div> "Not so fast."  Hercules clasps his brother's wrist with his good hand.  The hero then twists and delivers a sidekick to the God of War's solar plexus. </div> <bR> <div> Ares staggers backwards but Herc is still gripping the wrist with the knife.  The God of War clenches a fist and delivers a punishing jab.  The battered demigod is thrown backwards, releasing his hold.  Ares waives the knife menacingly at the demigod.  Hercules regains his footing and front kicks Ares' hand. </div> <div> The dagger goes flying.  Both men watch it fall to the ground then spring toward it.  Before either brother can reach the blade, however, Michael scoops it up and backs away.</div> <div>  </div> <div> Hercules and Ares crash together to the ground where the blade has fallen.  They both lift their heads looking at Michael. </div> <div>  </div> <div> Ares growls with disgust, "You're just like the other one!"  He howls furiously then rises to attack the blonde man. </div> <bR> <div> "The similarity is uncanny," Hercules quips as he twists Ares around and lands a hard uppercut to the god's chin. </div> <bR> <div> Ares goes flying and Herc follows.  The hero throws a hook, Ares blocks and counters.  One after another, the siblings exchange blows and blocks.  The battered hero begins to tire.  Ares swiftly moves in for the kill.  He sweeps the demigod's legs out from under him and Hercules falls to his knees. </div> <bR> <div> Then the God of War lands a solid right jab, left jab, and right hook.  Herc's head snaps from side to side and finally hangs limp against his chest.  Still bleeding from his earlier injuries, a trickle of blood now starts in the corner of his mouth and one eye is swelling from the repeated blows.  The hero slumps down even further.</div> <bR> <div> Ares turns from his battered brother and approaches Michael.  The actor holds the dagger in his right hand and prepares for the fight.  If he can just cut the war god quickly, perhaps he stands a chance.</div> <div>  </div> <div> The war god sizes up the thespian-turned-hero and wisely decides not to risk being cut by the deadly blade.  Instead, he returns to his kneeling half brother.  The god grips Hercules' head from behind and snarls to Michael.  "Drop the knife or I'll break his neck and we will find out just how immortal this half breed is."</div> <div>  </div> <div> With only a moment's hesitation, the golden haired actor drops the dagger at his feet.  "Let him go and I'll back away," Michael says with surprising calm.</div> <bR> <div> Ares releases Herc's head and sneers.  "Oh, I'll let him go," he says walking toward the weapon.  "After all, plunging this knife into his heart will be so much more satisfying."  His hand opens and the dagger flies into his palm.  The God of War steps back toward Hercules as the injured hero tries to rise. </div> <bR> <div> Ares stabs and Hercules blocks the blow and grabs his wrist.  The brothers are locked together as Ares tries to force the blade down into the hero's chest.  With a supreme effort, the Son of Zeus pushes the god's arm back.  Ares spins suddenly and sweeps the blade in front of Hercules.  The demigod raises his arm to ward off the attack and the poisoned knife slices deeply into his bicep.  Hercules howls in pain and grabs the bleeding wound with his other hand.</div> <div>   </div> <div> <I>Break</I></div> <bR> <div> Still at the edge of the Taperts' lawn.</div> <div> In slow motion: Hercules is slumping down on his knees, gripping his injured arm.  Ares' initial surprise turns to ecstasy.  The God of War grins at the bloody blade and holds it up triumphantly.  Michael Hurst's eyes open wide in horror.  Back to normal speed.</div> <bR> <div> "Noooooo!" shouts Michael as he rushes to Hercules' side.  "Hang in there, buddy."  He cradles the demigod's battered body in his lap and waits for the inevitable. Unshed tears well up in the actor's eyes. "You have to stick around so you can play Hercules in the feature film." He tries to joke with his dying friend. He looks down and, seeing the hero's closed eyelids, grips him tighter.</div> <bR> <div> Hercules groans, his blue eyes open slowly.  Both he and Michael look at the deep gash and then look at each other in shock.  The Son of Zeus struggles to rise.  </div> <div> "Are you going to be alright?"  Michael asks incredulously.</div> <bR> <div> "I think so," Hercules replies - pleasantly surprised.</div> <bR> <div> The God of War stares in unbelieving shock at the scene in front of him.  "What in Tartarus!" Ares shakes his head and fumes with rage.  He turns his attention to the knife in his hand, growling disgustedly through gritted teeth,  "they just don't make these god killing, hind's blood daggers like they use to." Then, he examines the blade more closely.  "These look like strawberry seeds," he muses as he notices tiny brown specks stuck in the red stain.</div> <bR> <div> Michael is helping Hercules to his feet when a brilliant glimmer of light flashes in front of them.</div> <bR> <div> "Well, Hercules," Hera says smugly,  "I was right about you.  You always do the right thing." </div> <div>  </div> <div> The Queen of the Gods then approaches her son and holds out a manicured hand.  "Could I please have my pie cutter back?  I'm making a lemon meringue for Evander."</div> <bR> <div> Ares looks at his mother in astonishment. "This isn't Hind's Blood?"</div> <bR> <div> Hera shakes her head.</div> <bR> <div> "Hercules couldn't have killed father even if he had tried?"  Ares asks. </div> <bR> <div> Hera shakes her head.</div> <bR> <div> "And I couldn't have killed Hercules?"  Ares complains petulantly.</div> <bR> <div> "Boy, he catches on quick," Michael quips.</div> <bR> <div> Ares ignores him and asks his mother, "Was there ever any Hind's Blood?"</div> <bR> <div> She shakes her head one last time.  "Not on this knife.  You see, it only mattered that you all thought it was Hind's Blood."  The goddess waves a hand and disappears.</div> <bR> <div> Fists clenched at his sides, Ares lifts his head to the sky and lets out a roar.  "This isn't over," he growls at Hercules and Michael as he too, disappears.</div> <bR> <div> "I sure wish he'd get some new material."  Michael jokes.</div> <div>  </div> <div> "Come on, let's get out of here before Rob and Lucy come outside and we have to explain," Hercules suggests, leaning on his friend for support.  They limp back towards the road.</div> <bR> <div> Michael looks up at the taller man.  "So that's your family?"</div> <bR> <div> "Yeah, they really know how to take the fun out of dysfunctional," Hercules jokes back.  "Get it?  The `fun' out of dysFUNctional?"</div> <bR> <div> "I got it, I got it."  Michael shakes his head.  "Maybe you should leave the jokes to me?"</div> <bR> <div> "So now you want all the heavy drama AND the comedy?" the Greek hero responds.  "What am I suppose to do?  Just stand around looking pretty?"</div> <bR> <div> Michael scrutinizes his battered friend for a minute before adding "You better leave that part to me too."  The two laugh and continue walking.</div> <bR> <div> <I>End credits roll</I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> Disclaimer:  No ancient New Zealand Kauri trees were felled in the production of this episode.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>