Blind Justice

Disclaimer: Characters belong to MCA/Universal. No infringement intended. No money changed hands.
Pairings: A/J, C/S (implied)
Archive: AJCS, Joxererotica, fanfiction.net, aff.net (anyone ells ask and ye shall receive)
Beta: Karisma

Prequel:

Ares stood looking out over Mount Olympus. His watchful dark eyes scanned the surroundings. Many of the gods rarely even looked up at the large black temple standing upon a hill. Its dark exterior a sharp contrast, against the white marble more often used. His temple was a reminder of his existence. He was War, necessary but feared. The dark beeing sighed, turned and walked back into the temple.

”Strife, front and centre... NOW!” He called as he sat down on his throne. His nephew appeared in a flash of light.

"Ya bellowed Unc?!" The dark younger man grinned up at his feared uncle, eyes filled with a true affection.

” A progress report?” Ares face was blank and professional. Strife looked at the older man and straightened. He was not the Right Hand of War without reason. Despite his reputation for being quite mad, he had a sharp mind - a twisted mind, but sharp nonetheless.

”The plan is going forward as planed; Kauyer is doing his part after the last meeting. Hercules is closing in but I put a few little, surprises in his way, just as ya ordered." The sentence was ended with a maniacal giggle. Ares smiled down at the man.

”Great work Strife, keep it up. Give your mother the orders as well, divide the burden between you. ” The older man grinned at the young god. He knew exactly what the younger man would be doing during his free time, or rather -- who.

Strife grinned and disappeared from the war god’s temple, without a doubt reappearing at the temple of Ares’ son, ones more joining his lover in bed. The war God stood and flashed out, reappearing miles away from any humanity.

The forest was nestled into a valley no mortal man or god other then him and his grandmother, Gaia, had ever set foot into. He took a deep breath and felt all the tension that was his life draining from him. A pitiful moan from behind him made him turn. A ball of energy instantaneously appearing in his hand as he whirled around. His dark eyes scanned the surroundings. A huddled form only feet away caught his eye. He walked over slowly, the energy bolt still in his hand.
Upon examination he discovered that it was a mortal.

‘Impossible, this place can’t be found by either mortal or god…’ he thought as he kneeled by the figure. The body was battered and bloody. Ares turned the body over gently and saw that it was a man. The face was even more of a mess then the body was... He lightly touched the man before transporting both himself and the injured man out of existence and to a more comfortable location. In the blink of an eye the man lay on the large four-poster bed, within the beautiful cave’s that was Ares home in the valley.

Ares flashed out again to get his brother.

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Appearing in Apollo’s temple the dark god bellowed.

“APOLLO!” Seconds later, the blond god appeared. A scowl was on his face, showing just how alike the two brothers were. But if anyone told them that, they would probably fry you on the spot.

”Yes Ares?” The sun god raised an eyebrow at his dark brother. "What do ya need?" Ares walked over.

”I have a mortal who needs your help. He showed up at my retreat. ” A startled gasp from Apollo.

”Not even Zeus could find it! How could a mortal?” The sun god looked shocked. Blue eyes wide in disbelief. Ares nodded, a small growl escaping his lips. He had not been aware that his nosy father had been trying to find his safe haven.

”That is what I would like to know. But to do that, I will need him alive.” Ares put a hand on his brother’s arm and transported them to the cave. Apollo looked around and spotted the man. Dismay crossed his face, mixed with a bout of pity. He went to work at healing the man. He worked for hours, as sunset came and went.

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Joxer came back to awareness, a blinding pain shooting through his body. He moaned quietly. Feeling liquid on his lips, he poked out his tongue, licking the water of his lips. A soft voice murmured quietly at the edge of his consciousness. He sighed and opened his eyes. Still black. He blinked.

The voice murmured again. ‘Why can’t I see?’ He spoke the question, he knew he did, he had felt his lips move. But he could not hear his own voice. He began to panic. The voice murmured again some how calming him. Not soon after, he felt warmth over his ears. A hand, he guessed.

” Can you hear me now?” The voice was light and almost airy. Joxer nodded. ”Good. My name is Apollo; I am going to try to heal your eyes now.” The hand moved to his eyes, he felt the warmth spread once more, seeping into his skin. Nothing. He was blind. The wheels in his mind started turning

// ..Apollo… no. ... Couldn’t... //

He spoke, his voice low and rough.

”Apollo... The god of healing?” His shocked voice was faint. A darker laughter reached his ears, were had he heard that chuckle before? Apollo laughed lightly.

”Yes, I am he. And the man who found you was my brother, Ares.” The shocked gasp of Joxer made the two gods chuckle once more. Joxer found his voice again.

”What happened, Lord Apollo? Why can’t you heal my eyes?” Joxer asked quietly. He looked in the direction of the source of the voice. The two looked down at the wounded mortal.

”I don’t know…” Apollo said, watching as the now light golden brownish eyes closed together in sleep once more.
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