ROTM: 1.17.3 - Most precious thing given away

What is the single most precious thing you've ever given away?

My life. In my line of work the risk of death is always a possibility. When you're a warrior in the heat of battle, you pledge your sword and your life to the cause you're fighting for. When you're a hero dedicated to helping others, your life belongs to them. That's what Hercules does every single day. He risks himself for others, facing almost impossible odds without hesitation or regret. How can I do any less?

Did you ever wonder who protects Hercules? No one, right? You're wondering why he would need protection. He's the son of Zeus! Half god, half mortal, with the strength of 20 men. He can take care of himself. But even the mighty Hercules needs someone to watch his back. That someone's me. I might not have any special powers or amazing strength, but I'm quick on my feet and I know how to fight. And I'd gladly die so that Hercules could live.

In fact, I have died trying to protect him. More than once. How could I do any less when I know he'd do the same for me? My life isn't important. The world won't miss Iolaus of Thebes. But it would miss Hercules and the great good he has yet to do.

H&M: After a Long Day (locked to Gabrielle) (NC-17)

Who knew that repairing and sanding floorboards could hurt more than fighting a hydra?

Iolaus had been on his knees most of the day, hard at work on the flooring to the derelict building that would house Herculaneum. Almost a third of the surface had to be replaced with new wood, which required measuring, cutting, fitting, then more sanding until not a single threat of splinters remained. The sun had already set by the time he looked up from his work and realized it was too dark to continue.

It wasn't until he started walking back to the hotel that he began to understand exactly how stiff and sore he was. He'd used muscles today he hadn't used in a long while (especially his bruised knees). His chest ached as bruised ribs only recently healed protested a day's worth of stretching and bending with little respite.

Reaching the door to his room, he fumbled the key from his belt pouch. Gods, he was tired! And he'd glady fight a dozen hydras for a long hot soak inthe bathing tub.

Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to stand a bit straighter as he opened the door. No sense worrying Gabrielle.