Title: First Time for Everything
Author: Teigra
Fandom: Xena: Warrior Princess
Pairing: Joxer/Ares
Prompt: #11 Red
Word Count: 287
Rating: G/FRC
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to those wonderful people who created the show and Ares of course owns himself. If I owned them, they'd of been having a whole lot more fun than they did.
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Ares/Joxer

001.Beginnings.
002.Middles.
003.Ends.
004.Insides.
005.Outsides.

006.Hours.
007.Days.
008.Weeks.
009.Months.
010.Years.

011. Red.
012.Orange.
013.Yellow.
014.Green.
015.Blue.

016.Purple.
017.Brown.
018.Black.
019.White.
020.Colourless.

021.Friends.
022.Enemies.
023.Lovers.
024.Family.
025.Strangers.

026.Teammates.
027.Parents.
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Joxer couldn't help but snort in laughter at the absurdity of the question in front of him. Of course he'd made a fool of himself, on a regular basis actually... though he could really not think of any time that he'd done it on purpose. Any time it had actually happened, it wasn't until quite a long while afterwards that he would realize that ( Read more... )

Joxer looked at the paper he'd found next to his bed and sighed. What was his dream house? That was a laugh, he hadn't thought about that since he was a child because he knew better. He'd never have a house of his own. Well, maybe someday, but it didn't look like it would be any time soon ( Read more... )

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Joxer looked at the note he received from the gods and wondered if they just hated him. 'Write about his father?' Didn't they already know enough about him to never want to hear about the bastard again? Joxer sure as Tartarus didn't want to think about him any more. His life was messed up enough by that man.

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Joxer really had to wonder about the gods lately; this was the second letter they'd asked him to write in as many weeks. Except this one wasn't to himself, it was to someone else and to say something he didn't dare to say aloud. There were so many people he could think of writing a letter to, but what if they actually got a hold of it? Worse, ( Read more... )

Joxer looked at the long piece of parchment in front of him and wondered how on earth he was supposed to answer this. The Gods had asked him to write a letter... to himself... as a kid. They didn't give an age, but he could already picture a time when it would have been useful ( Read more... )

Joxer looked that the parchment in front of him and very nearly screamed in frustration. He had started to think that the Gods had liked him again, but now he knew that wasn't true. Not with this one question sitting here. Something he was ashamed of doing? That he hadn't been ashamed of at the time, but was now ( Read more... )

Until recently Joxer didn't even know what a mirror was and he was a little confused by the fact that the Gods even wanted to know what he saw. He'd maybe looked in the mirror a half dozen times in the past two years, if that ( Read more... )