Comments and Disclaimers for "Against All Odds"

A/N: Well, who knew? Apparently after a three year hiatus I can still write. (That's a matter of opinion, I suppose, but I like to be hopeful.) In all honesty, about 3/4 of this was written from October of '98 through a good part of '99. Since then I've pulled it up occasionally to read through it, check the grammar, etc.; I just really never thought I'd finish it. I guess deciding to post the first story helped get me going.

There is a third story I have planned for this, and a short fourth one that's already written to wrap things up and give the whole arc a more uplifting feel. (Because if that third one is ever written I fully intend for it to leave the reader feeling like they've had their heart ripped out and stomped on.) But I'm not going to make any promises in that regard. If it happens, great. If not, well, there's a couple other unfinished stories posted that I'd like to work on again.

This story isn't quite the trip to maudlin-ville the first one was. I made some effort to add a bit of humor and a more involved story line. That's probably why I had more fun with this story, and why it's my favorite so far.

On an historical note, I tried to stay as close to the facts as I could here. Every place I mention by name existed, however, my knowledge of politics and ship craft in Ancient Greece is extremely slim, so don't look for accuracy there. The two main city-states that play a part in the story are very real, as were the tensions and conflicts between them in ancient times. I just used that as a jumping off point. I'm providing a map on my site if you're curious about exact locations or possible ship routes.

The end section of the story is the first time I've written Ares since Kevin Smith's death, and although I still greatly mourn the fine actor he was, I didn't find it as difficult as I'd thought it might be. I suppose I'm looking at it as a way for what he did in the role to live on. And it always will. Whether it's reruns or conventions or all of us writers who were inspired by his character; we'll always remember and honor him in our own way.

Sequel to Broken.

Pairing(s): Joxer/Strife

Warnings: R for violence and not much else. An allusion to m/m, but nothing that could be even remotely confused with explicit.

Disclaimers:
(Do you realize how long it's been since I've done one of these?) Um...let's see: Renaissance Pictures and Universal are God. I bow down before their genius in creating shows with such engaging characters. I humbly beseech them to forgive and overlook my small but very much non-profit foray into their world with my writing. I prostate myself before the proverbial feet of the True Owners of the Herc/Xenaverse and devoutly profess my lack of claim upon their characters. Hopefully that covers things, because I've run out of euphemisms for showing reverence.

Archive: Joxerotica, strife_lust, my site and my LJ.

Summary: When mortals died -- if they had that one, tiny moment before it happened to realize that this was the end for them, they inevitably thought about the things that made them want to live, what was most important to them. When Joxer had seen that he was going to die, he'd thought about Strife.

Word count: 19,700




Against All Odds