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Title: "The Son of Alexander" 2/WIP
Chapter One: "Alexander's Plan"
Author: CharlieMC
Fandom: Alexander the Great
E-mail address: camelotslash-1@qwest.net (camelotslash-1 -at- qwest.net)
Status: part two -- WIP (work in progress)
Date: November 27, 2004
Archive: Sure, contact me first, please [template must stay with fic]
Archived at: CamelotSlash.com -- http://www.camelotslash.com
Category: slash, mpreg
Pairing: Hephaistion/Alexander (Jared Leto and Colin Farrell)
Disclaimer: Don't own them and mean no infringement or disrespect. Hephaistion and Alexander belong to the ages and not to me! No money made, it's merely for fun.
Summary: Hephaistion continues his history -- revealing his pregnancy to Alexander.
Warnings for this chapter: Slash, mpreg.
Beta: Thanks as always to Mistress Marilyn for her wonderful help.
Dedication: To Jennifer (darkmalik) -- from the now *three* Alexander the Great lists I co-moderate at Yahoo! groups:

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Author notes: The problem in studying ancient history is the best we can do is read the oldest manuscripts available then try to access and compare multiple sources. But when these sources are rarely (if ever) those of eye witnesses, it's clearly impossible to speak in terms of FACTS. We have to speak, rather, of possibilities -- even then there are numerous factors we would want to know, but never can. It's difficult not to use modern values and beliefs as standards for people from a distant past. I can only create a fanfic based on my best research and personal speculation -- and hope that the tale I tell is good enough to involve the reader in spite of my historical inaccuracies. If the story speaks to you, I'll count myself happy...
Research: Massive! I'm somewhat a 'student' of Alexander the Great (a life-long interest), but I spent some time coming up with two lengthy timelines, attempting to track down specifics regarding Hephaistion and Aristotle (basically as he relates to Alexander) and so on... As I noted above, the details are incredibly sketchy, at best! Even though I think many people of our current time period would take it for granted that Alexander and Hephaistion were lovers, there is actually no definitive proof this was true. Anyway, seeing as I'm all over research, I'm glad I did it -- and hope the reader will appreciate what comes of it...

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To my surprise it has been many days since I sat to add to this report. But I thought it time to relate that moment when I finally approached the Great King -- who is both my love and lover -- and told him of my condition.

Believe me when I say that the telling was no small thing!

Nor was it a simple matter to have time to ourselves in which to converse. With Bagoas ever-present in the private chambers of the king -- and those many who seek his company during his public hours -- I began to lose even more sleep as I conspired for a proper time and place.

As is often the case, the moment came when I least expected it! One evening Alexander drew me aside and gestured toward a private corner. He had received another missive from his lady mother -- and as always he wished to share the contents with me. For once I was glad she had written -- though it was (as it ever is) a thing of discomfort for Alexander.

We sat there, blessedly alone, as he read aloud her letter. Finally he became disgusted by the contents and I took up reading where he'd left off, continuing straight through without comment to the end. We were both glad to finish. Then after we spoke briefly about her message -- enough, at least, to calm him. I have long ago learned what words will sooth his spirit when he is upset by his mother...

Finally I saw my moment and took it. I managed to speak quietly and say that I had news of my own to share -- news that would not keep. Alexander was clearly surprised to hear this, but tilted his head in gentle acquiescence as he awaited my revelation. I was ill at ease and stumbled as I spoke the words I'd held inside these many weeks. Though I longed to duck my head and hide behind a veil of my own hair, I forced myself to stare directly into his sharp gaze.

Have I mentioned how astute Alexander is? Often it seems as if he pierces a person to the core with his deep brown eyes! I admit I was anxious to know if his expression might cloud when he heard my news -- news so dear to my heart. But he quickly put me at ease! His sweet lips turned up in a smile and his eyes clearly brightened as I whispered on and on. Then finally he cut me off, pulling me into a tight embrace. I trembled in his arms and reached round him to hug him back, pressing my lips to his neck in a kiss of gratitude.

"This is truly some miracle of the gods," Alexander breathed softly into my ear. The exhalation of his words made me shiver with pleasure and grip him harder still.

"I could only hope you would think it so," I replied. "But it must be held a secret. Don't you agree?"

At this he broke our hug and pulled back. I looked into his face and could see he was struggling with my words.

"Why secret?" he finally asked. "I, for one, would tell all the world this great and miraculous news! Does it not show that I am, indeed, beyond the limits of a mortal men?"

Ah! I remember I smiled at that, understanding better his wild joy at hearing my words...

"Alexander, this is my miracle," I reminded him, "as much as yours. It is I who carry your son inside me. It is I who am blessed with life. And I prefer to avoid being mocked. Or to have my son treated as some unnatural monster."

These words gave him pause -- though they did little to dampen his high spirits.

And as for his high spirits, I must digress for further mention, for I have been fortunate to see him thus on many an occasion. When he is caught up with some new idea it is as if his body can barely contain his enthusiasm! He seems to even glow with an inner fire. Thus often others will think him drunk on too much wine. I don't deny he drinks more than is good for him from time to time, but it is not always wine which gives him this heady behavior. I swear it.

But those who know him less well -- or who have not shared those moments when his seeds of invention germinate -- never comprehend what drives him. Thankfully I have been blessed enough to share these moments many times during our long friendship.

So as is often common, he began to pace, clearly feeling the need to move about. I think when this inner fire comes it must burn hot in him, for truly it seems impossible for him to manage to be still. I worry that the flames will burn him up too soon; I shiver to think of that day when I would lose him.

"Yes. A Great Secret," he said, gazing upward as if he could see through the ceiling to the very stars far above our heads. "But how to conceal it?" he asked.

He continued to pace back and forth, running a hand through his thick, fair hair.

"Alexander," I said, not bothering to reach for him. I simply wished to remind him I was there, listening.

"You lead your own cohort," he continued, "so it would be usual enough to send you off to battle away from our main force. I will have this be in a place where it will be simple enough to safely hide you away for your confinement. Then you may conduct affairs with your troops through someone we trust -- in message form.

"Once the child has come, you may rejoin your men and finish this distant fight. When done, you, the men and my son can return here to me."

My confinement.

As was true of a woman heavy with child, I would need to stay in a place away from others. A place of peaceful calm. I would need to have ease and quiet as I awaited the birth. To dress modestly to conceal my burgeoning stomach and expanding breasts.

I had not considered these things until his quick mind made that jump for both of us...

But as I sat there watching my Beloved pacing, thinking and planning, my heart began to swell with both love and hope! I knew I loved Alexander more than life -- and I would love our son with equal passion. A child born of our union -- cast forth from the seed of this great man -- would surely bring hope to the world in which we lived...

"Yes, my love," I replied, reaching out a hand to him. He was quick to come and take it, leaning down to press his lips to my brow.

"Cleitus would be best to trust with this, I think," he said, smiling into my face.

Cleitus?

"Why Cleitus, Alexander? He's not likely to understand. Nor would I want him to treat me as if I were a woman because of my condition." To me, Cleitus did not seem a likely candidate to be trusted with our great secret. I did not think Alexander realized how Cleitus still longed for him -- for his attention away from battles. Cleitus had envied me since youth, I think...

"My father once told me I could trust him -- I think that's true."

"Then as you will, Love." My heart felt a pang, but I shoved the worry aside.

I stood and we pressed our bodies together. Strong hands grasped my head and pulled me close; Alexander's kisses were lovely fire that I longed to feel burning my lips.

So now a new pattern is set to our days -- I now go to his tent every afternoon to speak privately with him.

Tomorrow I wish to share our secret with another -- one I believe we can both trust without the misgivings I feel about Cleitus. I will not ask Alexander to allow it, but will go to him myself to tell my tale...

-the end part two-





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