BBC Atlantis 'fanfiction'

3

’’Are you coming to the race this evening?” Hercules put the question unexpectedly breaking the silence.

’’What kind of race?” asked Theano, Pythagoras and Jason almost at the same time.

Hercules looked at the guys just like he would say ’Shame on you because both of you forgot it’, then he explained her what he was talking about. His enthusiatic words provoked her a smile. Hercules was preparing himself for the evening feverishly when he opened the door in front of Medusa. From that few words and considerate gestures Theano could understand why this evening was so important for Hercules.

Of course all day long he fondled the probable-winner. It was pretty funny to her. He was talking to it... without a break.

’’Do not fail me, my friend!” he said these words before the race, in the tavern which was full of supporters, mostly men. Bets were made, one pint of beer was followed by another...

’’Excuse me, sorry, sorry...” Hercules endeavoured a way to himself or rather to the very new pet.

’’I can’t believe you talken us into betting what little money we have on a beetle!” propped Jason angrily against the counter with the company of Pythagoras and Theano.

’’Hercules told me his beetle has never lost a race.’’

’’That’s true.” Hercules abreacted Medusa’s declaration.

’’Never actually been in a race, though, has it?”

Theano softly exclaimed. Although she hasn’t known the other members of the company well; Pythagoras’ question, which sounded rather a declaration than a question; dispelled her earlier doubts. Hercules had a perfect answer of that, too.

’’That is also true, but I swear to you, it’s as swift as an eagle.”

’’An eagle? Really?” Jason was still rather sceptical .

’’Well, maybe not that swift” he finally admitted ’’but it’s swift for a beetle.”

Jason and Pythagoras sighed deeply as they turned back to the counter.

’’We have to get our money back!” said Jason. Theano started to listen. She was curious how they would get out of this situation.

’’Well, it’s not all our money. I have some gold coins hidden under the floorboards in my chamber.”

Flecky, the deliberate friend!

Theano almost unnoticably drew herself up because of the thought, her best friend’s wisdom didn’t ebb a little bit during the years.

’’You HAD some gold coins under the floorboards in your chamber.” smiled Hercules looked the one after the other. ’’I have gambled them on your behalf.”

The two good friends got stomach cramps because of the realisation they might lose all of their money which they raised so hard and scraped so carefully. There wasn’t any solution but one: Hercules’ beetle had to win! For the sake of the cause, when the bug race started, all of them assembled around the race course and they rooted for it as one person.

’’Go on! Go on! Run! Run! Faster! Faster!”

Pythagoras even shouted to the little beetle vigorously that ’’I will squash you like a fly!”

Nobody knew which sentence gave the last push to the little beetle, but it breasted finally the tape so it saved the three friends and Theano who stayed at their house as a guest, as a result of bleak poverty.

’’Yes! We did it! We’re rich! We did it!”

In the big thrill of joy Pythagoras and Theano embraced each other. They didn’t care that the others exchange funny looks and their unspeakable question. ’Just friends?’

end of the part three... 

Chapter 4: http://sunny-donnelly.blog.hu/2015/08/04/bbc-atlantis-togetheragain4