Zorro meets Winnetou

Crossover - Zorro meets Winnetou and Old Shatterhand

*** None of the characters belongs to me. I had to arrange the times and events a little bit, as Zorro is supposed to play around 1820 and Karl May had his heroes live about 30 years later. I transferred this all to play around 1820 though. For all of you who have never heard of Karl May and his most famous characters Winnetou and Old Shatterhand: Karl May was a German author (*1842 +1912) who wrote many fictional stories about the Wild West, the fate of the Red Indians as well as about the Orient and its people. Concerning this story, the characters of Winnetou and Old Shatterhand need a little introduction. Winnetou is a young Indian chief of the tribe of the Mescalero-Apaches. He's a hero of his race, always fighting for justice, no matter who needs his help, he is always willing to sacrifice his own life to help the just and honest. Old Shatterhand is an adventurous young German who has come to the US in search of adventures. He became Winnetou's friend and bloodbrother and the two have ever since carried on their battle for justice together. Both have black horses, of Indian breeding. Winnetou's stallion is called Iltshi, which translates to "wind". Old Shatterhand's horse is a brother of Winnetou's and is called Hatatitla, which translates to "lightning". Winnetou has a famous rifle, ornated with silver nails, which earned it the name "Silver-rifle" whereas Old Shatterhand has two firearms, an old heavy hunting rifle and a repetition rifle, the Henry- carbine. ***

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Pecos River, near Santa Fe, 1823 -

In the morning of a lovely spring day two riders left the pueblo of the Apaches, at the banks of the pecos river. They were a white man and an indian mounted on great black stallions, dressed in typical indian like clothing. They were heading towards Albuquerque where they would meet a salesman, whom they had volunteered for to take a journey to the west coast, into Spanish territory on a business trip. The salesman, Mr. Stanley Fitch, had ties to other salesmen in Las Vegas, San Francisco and Los Angeles and was due to deliver a shipping of goods and couldn't make the trip himself due to health problems. So he had asked two famous men of the west to do the trip for him. He organised permission for the two to enter Spanish California and even got them a recommending letter for several of his fellow salesmen, where they would be hosted in a friendly way. The two famous men of the west were Winnetou, the chief of the Apaches and his white bloodbrother Old Shatterhand. They arrived in Albuquerque on time and everything went on as planned. Several weeks later they had delivered the goods and were just about to finish their job, dropping of the last bundle just outside Los Angeles.

When they arrived in the pueblo in the late afternoon they decided to first look for the tavern to get rooms for the night. They tied their horses to the beams outside the tavern and entered. Immediately all looks were drawn to them, as they were not a usual appearance in the pueblo de los Angeles. In the tavern was a handful of dons and peons as Winnetou quickly observed. His gaze fell on a handsome young don, about his own age, who - judging by his clothing - had considerable wealth. They locked looks for a second, then Winnetou turned to the counter where his bloodbrother was already talking to the innkeeper.

"Buenos dias, Senor!" Old Shatterhand addressed the innkeeper.

"Buenos dias, Senor, how can I help you?", the innkeeper readily replied, eyeing the new arrivals curiously, hoping for some returns.

"We would like a room for the night and... what do you have to offer for two hungry stomachs?"

"I'll bring you good food right away, Senores. If you take a seat somewhere!", the innkeeper nodded at his maid, Angelina, to fetch the food.

"Muchas gracias" Old Shatterhand replied, and he and Winnetou sat at a table not far away from the young don.

The door of the tavern opened again and Bernardo, Don Diego's manservant, entered. Don Diego was the caballero Winnetou had exchanged looks with. Bernardo headed toward the table where his master sat and sat down as well.

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Don Diego de la Vega sat in the tavern with a mug of wine, waiting for Bernardo, his manservant. When the door opened he looked up, hoping to see Bernardo. But the two men who entered captivated his curiosity as well. The one was a tall gringo man with blond hair who was dressed in leather. He had two rifles with him and definitely was a stranger in the pueblo. His companion was an Indian also dressed in leather. Diego looked up and found himself staring at the Indian who seemed to feel his eyes on him and looked back. Diego couldn't lower his gaze. That man was truly fascinating. He also had a rifle, ornated with silver nails, and a tomahawk was in his belt as well as a knife. Diego managed to look elsewhere and focused on his mug of wine. He heard the gringo talk to the innkeeper and then the two men walked over to a table not far away and sat down.

The door of the tavern opened again and in came Bernardo, who rushed to Diego's side and sat next to him. One look at his manservant told Diego that the mission had been accomplished. The wagon with all the supplies for the de la Vega hacienda was ready. Diego was about to tell Bernardo of the two strangers when Don Andoni stood from his card game and walked over to the strangers, putting on a menacing look.

"You two... what do you want here? We don't need any foreigners in Los Angeles!" he cried.

The tall gringo just looked at him shortly, then returned his attention to the plate that Angelina had just brought and started to eat.

"I asked what you two filthy tramps want here!" Don Andoni demanded.

Diego's attention was drawn to this scene immediately.

"Don Andoni" he called. "Leave them alone. They're not disturbing anyone."

"I don't appreciate any Indians in our tavern, Don Diego. And we don't need gringos here either!" Don Andoni hissed back, glared at Diego for a moment, but then decided to return to his cardgame. He would not let any tramps disturb his game, he decided. And he would deal with them later.

Diego stood and walked over to the table where the two strangers sat.

"You must excuse Don Andoni's behaviour, senores. We're not accustomed to having strangers here." Diego said. "Let me bid you welcome to Los Angeles! My name is Diego de la Vega!" he continued with a polished bow.

The Indian nodded at him and the gringo replied: "Thank you senor! And don't worry, we did not take any offence. This here is Winnetou, chief of the Apaches, and I'm Old Shatterhand."

From Diego's quizzical look Old Shatterhand concluded that those names were not known to him.

"But call me Charlie, it won't draw that much attention" he smiled at the californiano.

"So you don't like to be the centre of attention. I'm afraid that that will be hard to avoid here in Los Angeles." Diego replied. "Your companion and you are much too unusual an appearance in Spanish California."

"You certainly have a point there, my friend" Old Shatterhand mused. Then he exchanged a quick glance with Winnetou before adding, "Have a seat, Senor de la Vega!"

Diego accepted with a bow and sat down.

"Is there anything about this pueblo that we should be aware of", Old Shatterhand asked and nodded in direction of the poster offering a reward for a bandit called Zorro.

Diego looked over his shoulder at the poster and then turned back to the two men. With a slight smile on his face he said: "If at all you have something to fear in Los Angeles, it certainly isn't him!"

"Fear?" Winnetou raised an eyebrow. It was the first time he had spoken. "Winnetou fears no-one!"

Diego looked at the Indian. Certainly he didn't have the look of someone who runs off scared easily. Diego was ready to retort something, but then decided it would be better not to argue with Winnetou. This man had something about him that didn't let anyone doubt his word.

In the other corner of the tavern Don Andoni and his friends got up from their card game and left the tavern, but not without shooting some not very friendly glances in direction of Diego and his new friends.

"This man," Winnetou looked at Don Andoni "he doesn't like Indians, and he's up to no good!"

Diego sighed. Don Andoni certainly wasn't known as the best friends of the local Indians, but neither had he yet shown any animosity towards them. He just ignored them.

"Not everyone in Los Angeles has had good experiences with the local Indians. But I can't say we've had real problems with them either." Diego explained. "Most people here are just scared of things or in this case, people, they don't know."

"Winnetou will be on his guard", the Indian said.

There was a short silence while the two men finished their food. Diego waved to Bernardo to come close then signed for him to return the wagon to the hacienda, so his father wouldn't get worried and then to return to Los Angeles with a horse for him. Bernardo nodded and left.

Angelina, the waitress, came to retrieve the plates from the two strangers as Old Shatterhand addressed Diego again.

"Say, if this outlaw there on the poster is as harmless as you just said, how come there is a prize on his head?"

"Oh," Angelina chimed in. "He's only a thorn in the side of corrupt and injust military men and others who try to take advantage of the weak. He's never been one to raid coaches or rob anyone. Zorro only appears to right the wrong. He's the champion of the people! His sword has never been defeated, so it is said."

Diego felt a bit uncomfortable but managed not to show it. Angelina cast a pleasant smile at him and then left.

"The champion of the people?" Old Shatterhand raised an eyebrow.

"Well" Diego laughed. "It's true! I've never heard anyone but the military complain."

"If that is so... I think I might want to meet him."

"Oh, it is not easy to meet him. He's not being seen unless there is trouble."

"Have you seen him?" Old Shatterhand inquired.

"Seen him?" Diego exclaimed. "Everybody has SEEN him... riding on his black stallion fighting for justice. But that's about it."

Diego started to like the men, but he also felt a little uneasy. He didn't think he could fool these two about Zorro. His only hope was that there was nothing to do for Zorro while they were in town, even though he doubted they would turn him in. Still, just the possibility of being recognised was a new sensation and Diego wasn't sure he liked it.

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Bernardo had returned the carriage to the hacienda, where several servants unloaded it and stored the supplies. Bernardo went to the stables and saddled Diego's horse as well as his own.

When he arrived in the pueblo he tied the horses up and then went to the tavern. He was about to enter it when he heard voices.

"No, Xavier, they HAVE to go! And if they refuse to go we'll have to... eliminate them."

"Are you sure, Andoni? I mean, it's not that I like foreigners, but... Don Diego was right, they don't disturb anyone."

"You are a fool! Foreigners don't belong here, especially not Indians. I want to get rid of them. The pueblo isn't save when we allow every stranger to stay! Enrique, Marcos... are you ready?"

"Si, everything is ready!"

Bernardo stood there, frozen to the spot, listening.

"Okay then. We'll wait till everybody left the tavern and the innkeeper has locked up. Then we'll find a way in through that window that is always left open. And the rest will go as planned. Is everybody ready?"

"Si, si", several voices mumbled.

"Okay then... lets find a place to wait."

Footsteps were fading away and everything was quiet again. Bernardo let out a breath. He hadn't noticed he had held his breath. Then he entered the tavern and rushed over to Diego. He tapped his friend on the shoulder to get his attention. When Diego looked at him, Bernardo started signing that the horses were there and he had something of importance to tell him. Diego signed back that he would be there in a minute and he should wait outside. With that Bernardo left the tavern.

"My manservant, Bernardo. He neither speaks nor hears." Diego explained.

"Manservant?" Winnetou asked with a slight air of detest. "No man has to serve another man!"

"Well," Diego continued. "It is customary for wealthy families of Spanish heritage to have servants. Bernardo is more a friend to me than a servant. But society here wouldn't accept that. And: servants are not slaves, although I must admit that some don't see a difference there."

Diego hoped that he hadn't lost his face in Winnetou's eyes. He certainly didn't want to make this man his enemy. Old Shatterhand nodded in understanding.

"And now, if you'll excuse me, it is time for me to return home! It's been a pleasure!" Diego excused himself with a bow, walked to the innkeeper and paid his bill. Then he left the tavern.

Outside Bernardo was waiting for him impatiently. As soon as Diego was out the door Bernardo grabbed him by the arm and pulled him around the corner.

"What is all this about, Bernardo?" Diego queried.

Bernardo started signing rapidly.

"Wait up, I can't follow you!"

Bernardo sighed and then repeated his signings while his friend tried to figure out what Bernardo's excitement was all about.

"You overheard some men talking? - a cardgame? Oh, Don Andoni - they plan to chase away the innkeeper? - No... someone in the tavern? - two? Oh, the gringo and his indian friend. - They want to shoot them???" Diego's jaw dropped a bit.

Bernardo looked around and then wrote a Z in the air, looking at Diego questioningly. Diego rolled his eyes and nodded.

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Zorro and Tornado cut through the night like a flash. In no time they had reached the pueblo de los Angeles. Zorro stopped his steed, then dismounted and hissed "Hide nearby, Tornado!"

The faithful horse took off. Zorro snuck towards the taverna and peaked inside. Old Shatterhand and Winnetou were still sitting at their table, appearantly ready to retreat to their rooms for the night. The innkeeper was busy washing the last wine mugs.

Zorro ran to the back of the taverna, found an open window and entered the building. He found himself a place to watch everything that went on in the taverna just in time to see the door being pushed open and Don Andoni and his friends rush in armed with pistols and swords.

"Hey you tramps!" Don Andoni called pointing his rifle to them. "Get lost!"

His companions lined up also pointing their weapons. Winnetou didn't move and Old Shatterhand turned around slowly to face the dons. "We're not going anywhere!" he simply replied in a firm but calm voice.

"Please, Don Andoni!" the innkeeper said. "Go home!"

Pointing his gun at the innkeeper Don Andoni said: "That is none of your business, senor."

The innkeeper, not a man of great courage, thought it best if he'd leave and shot out of the tavern.

"Now, you two... I give you a choice. You either leave here NOW or you'll never set foot anywhere else!" Don Andoni threatened.

Winnetou and his white friend decided to ignore the group of armed Californios. But they always had an eye on them. Don Andoni couldn't hide that he was running out of patience and was ready to kill.

The second he lifted the gun to take aim Winnetou and Old Shatterhand drew their weapons but before either of them could shoot a dark figure jumped out of a shadow and Don Andoni saw his gun flying across the room.

"Zorro!!!" Don Andoni exclaimed, when he recognised his attacker. Marcos changed his aim and shot at Zorro, but his hand was shaking so much that his bullet missed the target by a long shot.

Zorro pushed Don Andoni away and drew his saber. Back at the other table the two visitors watched what was happening calmly. Zorro had quickly rid everyone of their pistols, but hadn't been able to avoid being shot at again. But as before the bullets missed their target.

"All right" Zorro addressed the dons. "That's enough now. Get out and go home! All of you!"

Just when he had finished that the door opened and the soldiers, led by Sergeant Garcia, entered the tavern. The innkeeper had run off to the garrison right away to alarm the lancers.

A big chaos emerged and Don Andoni saw his chance to finish his attack on the gringo and the Indian. He retrieved his gun and started to reload it.

Meanwhile Zorro was busy defending himself against all the lancers. He was doing a fine job as usual but knew he had to get out of the tavern quickly in order to have a chance to disappear. He found that he had one allie, seeing that Winnetou had drawn his tomahawk and was fighting next to him.

Suddenly a shot broke the fighting noise and the voice of Old Shatterhand called: "That's enough now!" Everyone froze to see what was going on... almost everyone. Don Andoni had finished reloading his weapon and now saw his chance to accomplish what he had come for. He aimed at Winnetou, who was having his back to him. He pulled the trigger and the shot rang out...

Zorro also had stopped fighting, a bit startled by the Old Shatterhand's interference. He turned to check his options when he saw Don Andoni aiming at the Indian. With lightning speed he jumped towards Winnetou and pushed him out of the way, just as the shot rang.

Zorro felt as if someone had put a knife in his left side. At first he didn't know what had happened, but then he realised he must have been hit. He had to get away quickly or he wouldn't stand a chance to escape.

Taking advantage of the momentary shock of everyone around he grabbed his sword that he had dropped and pushed the two lancers who stood between him and the door out of the way. Outside he whistled for Tornado, mounted and disappeared in the darkness.

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Inside the tavern Winnetou picked himself off the floor, retrieving his tomahawk. Old Shatterhand was aiming his carbine at the Sergeant.

Garcia, who was about to order his lancers to pursuit the masked outlaw, froze, when he saw he was in the aim of the tall gringo.

"This man" Old Shatterhand said, referring to Zorro by nodding at the poster, "has done no wrong. He tried to help Winnetou and me. But this one", now he nodded at Don Andoni, "and his friends have threatened to kill us!"

"Is that true?" the Sergeant asked Don Andoni.

"That's true... Don Andoni and his friends have caused the trouble, Sergeant", the innkeeper affirmed.

"They're foreigners! They don't belong here!" Don Andoni only replied, but his face told even more. He was fuming.

Even the Sergeant saw that and decided it would be better to have him brought to his office.

"Lancers!" he called, "escort these men to the garrison. They're all under arrest!" Then he turned towards the innkeeper. "And you need to come with, Senor. We need your testimony!" The innkeeper nodded.

Turning to the strangers now, the Sergeant added. "I have to apologise for their behaviour, senores. Be assured that they will get punished!" With that everyone besides Winnetou and Old Shatterhand left the tavern.

When the door had closed Old Shatterhand turned towards his friend. He detected a red stain on Winnetou's clothes. "Have you been hit?" he asked Winnetou, slightly worried.

Winnetou shook his head. "I'm not injured. And I didn't wound anyone so the blood can only be from the black clad man they call Zorro!"

Old Shatterhand looked at his companion. "Then he has saved your life. We need to find him to help."

Winnetou nodded, got his rifle and then left the tavern ahead of his white brother.

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Just outside the pueblo Zorro realised he was losing blood very quickly. The bullet had hit him in the left side, bleeding profusely. He was growing lightheaded and knew he wouldn't make it to the cave before passing out. He had to look for another hiding place.

Tornado seemed to sense that his master was injured and walked even smoother than usual. He snorted.

"Boy... go find a spot to hide", Zorro told his horse. He pressed his gloved right hand tightly to his wound in order to try and slow the bleeding. Luckily it was full moon, so Tornado didn't have too much trouble finding a save path. The horse was headed into the hills, where lots of little caves were to be found.

Zorro leaned forward and held on to Tornado's mane. The pain was not receding and the lightheadedness was growing every second.

Looking ahead Zorro saw the outlines of a cave up about 200 yards ahead. Thinking himself in some kind of safety he relaxed his grip on Tornado's mane slightly, when suddenly Tornado, spooked by an animal crossing his path unexpectedly, rose up to his hind legs and threw his rider.

Zorro struck his head on a boulder and hit the ground hard. Pain shot through his whole body and he moaned in pain before darkness fell upon him and he knew no more.

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Winnetou was a marvelous tracker even in the dark. He got his horse from the stable and mounted, already knowing in which direction he had to head. Old Shatterhand followed him. Leaning down in Indian fashion Winnetou had his eyes on the trail... a series of dark spots on the ground, well visible to his eyes in the light of the full moon.

After following this trail for about 15 mins Winnetou raised his hand and reined his horse Iltshi. Old Shatterhand also haltet and they both listened. They could hear a horse snort, then neigh. Riding up ahead a couple more yards Winnetou could see that they had found who they were looking for. Up ahead there stood a stunning black stallion. At its feet lay a still form, all dressed in black.

Winnetou and Old Shatterhand got off their horses and approached the fallen man. The black stallion was standing tall between them, wanting to guard his master. Winnetou talked to the horse softly which seemed to calm Tornado somewhat and he allowed the two to help Zorro.

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Winnetou was kneeling next to Zorro, checking if he was alive. Then he turned and said: "He's alive. The bullet isn't in there but the bleeding has to be stopped or he won't make it." He got up and fetched some bandages he always had attached to his saddle. Then he fashioned a bandage that stopped the bleeding somewhat. Next he picked up the injured Californio and carried him towards the cave, Old Shatterhand following behind them leading their horses. Tornardo hesitated a moment and then followed, too.

In the cave they rested Zorro as comfortably as possible and decided to wait until he regained consciousness. Meanwhile Winnetou was interested in Tornardo. He was an expert with horses and those of his tribe were the best in their part of the west. But Tornardo was still unsure of whether to trust these men. But Winnetou knew exactely how to make a horse his friend. And slowly Tornardo started becoming more trusting.

"Winnetou!", Old Shatterhand called. Winnetou turned around to see the masked outlaw starting to stir.

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Zorro was feeling as if he'd just come out of a deep sleep. His eyelids were as if made from lead and he struggled to open them. When he started to focus on his surroundings he recognised the two strangers who were looking down at him. But he didn't know where he was nor how he got there.

He tried sitting up and asked: "Where am I?"

"You're in a cave in the mountains, Senor", the white man answered. "Do you know what happened?"

Zorro closed his eyes and pondered for a moment. "I think so. I was shot in the tavern after Don Andoni and his compadres tried to kill you both."

Zorro reached to his side but instead of feeling the wound he felt the bandage. He looked up and Winnetou said: " Winnetou had to stop the bleeding since your life was at stake. And Winnetou doesn't want to risk the life of the man who saved the Chief of the Apaches."

"Well, then I think we are even now, Senor!", Zorro tried to muster a smile. Then he took a deep breath and tried to get up slowly, which he managed. Then he turned to the two strangers again.

"Thank you for helping me, senores! But I must be going now."

"Are you sure you can make it to your home?", Old Shatterhand asked Zorro.

"My horse Tornado will carry me there safely. Thank you for your concern!"

With that he turned to Tornado and mounted his steed. Then he gave his two new friends the famous Zorro salute and cantered off into the darkness.

"He's going to be alright", Winnetou observed.

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At the de la Vega hacienda Bernardo was waiting for Zorro's return. He was busy preparing some hay and oats as well as water for Tornado when he heard the hoove beats of the faithful horse. He turned around to see both Tornado and his master standing before him.

Zorro dismounted and said: " Bernardo, unsaddle Tornado and feed him, then meet me in my room. I'm going to need your help."

Bernardo raised his eyebrows. Diego's voice sounded a bit unsteady and he seemed to be a bit pale to the mozo. So he nodded and tended to the horse while Diego climbed up the stairs to his room.

When Bernardo entered Diego's room a short time later Diego had undressed from the waist up and had a bowl with water and some bandages ready. Only now Bernardo saw the gash in Diego's side.

Diego saw Bernardo looking at him and said: "Don't worry my friend. It's nothing bad, but it needs treatment nevertheless. And the wound is in a place where I have trouble reaching it myself."

Bernardo nodded as he saw the truth of Diego's words. Then he hurried to get a towel. He motioned for Diego to sit on the bed and then he washed his wound again and dressed it with the bandages Diego had gathered. He wrapped them tightly around the wound before helping Diego in his night clothes.

Then his eyes fell upon a bloodied bandage which lay on the floor. He signed his question to Diego about the bandage and about getting wounded in the first place.

"You want to know what happened, eh?" Bernardo nodded eagerly.

"Well, you were right about Don Andoni and his intentions. Zorro managed to thwart the initial attack but a fight broke loose in which Don Andoni got a chance to aim at the Indian Chief. I tried shoving Winnetou out of the way and got hit in the process."

Bernardo's eyes were wide.

"And then I managed to escape, but I thought nobody had taken notice of me being hit. Appearantly the two strangers did and they followed me in the hills. I don't know exactely what happened, but I must have fallen off Tornado and when I came to again I was in a cave with my side wrapped and Winnetou and his white friend nearby."

Bernardo signed: "Do they know who you are?"

"I don't know Bernardo. I don't think they removed my mask, but they seem to be able to look right through a person. We'll have to wait and see, Bernardo. Now go and get some sleep, like I will."

Bernardo wanted to know if Diego would be okay and Diego confirmed. So Bernardo left the room to get to his own one.

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The next morning Sergeant Garcia went into the Taverna to find the two strangers in order to question them about the incident last night.

He found them sitting at a table enjoying their breakfast. As he approached he hesitated a bit, because he was somehow afraid of the Indian.

"Good morning, Sergeant!", called the white trapper. "Buenos dias", Garcia replied.

Then he gathered all his courage and asked: "If you don't mind, senores, I would like to put some questions to you about the quarrel last night."

"Of course Sergeant", Old Shatterhand nodded. "Have a seat, please!"

Relieved the Sajento sat down and started his questioning. When he thought he knew all he needed Don Diego entered the tavern.

"Ah, Don Diego!", the Sergeant called. Then he turned to Winnetou and his white friend: "Con permiso", and he got up to greet the Don.

"Buenos dias, Sajento", Diego greeted. "I would like to talk to you, but that will have to wait as outside there is an officer of the army waiting for you with a note. I just met him and he was looking for you, so I told him I'd find you for him."

"An officer? Maybe he has news about a new commandante for this pueblo. I will see him immediately!" And the Sergeant left the tavern, not without a sad look at the fact that he had to postpone having a glass of wine with Diego de la Vega.

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After the Sergeant had left Diego looked about for a table and he decided to join the two strangers.

"Buenos dias, senores", he greeted them. "May I join you?"

The young Don was invited to sit with them.

"In the plaza I heard that there was an incident here last night", Diego started.

"Yes, you can call it that. Do you remember that Sir who tried chasing us out of the tavern yesterday?" Diego nodded.

"Well, he came back with some friends and guns and tried shooting us."

"As I can see appearantly he wasn't successful", Diego remarked.

"No, he wasn't. We had some help from that bandit on the poster over there", Old Shatterhand indicated the reward note on the wall.

"Zorro helped you?" Diego asked.

"He did", the white man replied. "But he had to pay for it."

"What do you mean?" Diego queried, feeling a bit uneasy.

"Well, he took a bullet that was intended for Winnetou!", Old Shatterhand stated.

Diego sighed in relief. For a moment there he had thought that maybe something had happened while he was unconscious that would be even worse for him than being shot.

Winnetou, who hadn't said anything up to that point, said: "That Zorro is a very brave man. The Chief of the Apaches would like to be his friend. It's a pity that he's an outlaw!"

Diego looked up and was ready to retort something about what being an outlaw in this case meant, but he caught himself. He thought that defending his alter ego in this situation to those men could give him away. And even though he was not sure whether they already knew or not, he wouldn't risk it.

"Well", Diego started, "as you were told yesterday people here don't see him as an outlaw, but tell me, do you know if he got away safely?"

"I think so", Old Shatterhand grinned, with a twinkle. "At least it seems to me that he is okay."

"Is???", Diego asked. And then he realised that trying to play the innocent in this case was no use. But somehow he didn't feel upset about it. More sort of relieved that he now had an answer to his question of the last night and yet he knew that there was nothing to fear from his two new friends. Diego leaned back in his chair with a soft smile on his face.

Winnetou looked at him: "Are you?"

Diego just nodded shortly and then leaned forward: "Please senores, I see that I can't fool you, but don't make it too obvious since there is still a price on my head."

"Don't worry, senor", Old Shatterhand said. "We'll be off here right after breakfast and we have no intention of turning you in."

"Gracias!", Diego simply said.

___ZZZ___

After Winnetou and Old Shatterhand had finished their breakfast the white man got up and paid the innkeeper while Winnetou went to fetch their horses. Diego watched them mount and leave, and he silently hoped that he would be able to meet them again some time.

END

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Zorro meets Winnetou by mimoji


1. 1

Title: Poisoned Part 1

Rating: PG

Disclaimers: All characters from the New World Zorro are property of people who aren't me.

Notes: With this fantastic series coming out on DVD this month, I've decided to do some editing on my past fics as well as looking to write more. I am working on a continuation of this one right now. Enjoy! :)

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"Tell me, Senor Ramirez, how will you succeed where others, including myself, have failed?"

Ramirez grinned. "Alcalde, it's just a matter of getting close enough," He replied, showing him a small vial of white powder.

"What is that?"

"A very potent poison. It just needs to be breathed in, and unless one has the antidote, they end up dead within three days."

The Alcalde laughed. "Sounds intriguing. I take it you have a plan to get Zorro here?"

"I do. Zorro's dear love and I will be in danger. Of course, the bandits will be friends of mine and I will hold them off as long as I can. When Zorro arrives, he'll fight my friends. As soon as he's close enough, no doubt wanting to thank me, well, you know the rest."

Alcalde Luis Ramon nodded. This was going to be a night to remember.

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Mendoza hadn't meant to over hear the conversation, but he had. He shook his head nervously as he headed over to the tavern. True, he had a duty to perform as an officer in the military, but poisoning Zorro?

Zorro was a constant in the people's lives. Even Mendoza knew that. He sat down with a sigh. He would just have to figure out a way to save the man he admired so much... not that he would admit it.

"The usual, Sergeant?"

He looked up to see the tavern owner, Victoria Escalante. "Si, Senorita." She smiled and turned. "Wait! There is something that I have to speak to you about. It is very important."

She eyed him warily. "This better not be some kind of plot to help you catch Zorro."

"Please sit and I will tell you what I know."

Twenty minutes later, Victoria stared at him with wide eyes. "Are you sure about this, Sergeant?"

He nodded. "Si! I would not lie about this. It is true I've tried to capture Zorro, but only because I am afraid for my life. You know how the Alcalde is."

"I do. Thank you for telling me all this. And do not worry; your secret is safe with me."

Mendoza sighed in relief. "I am so glad I got this off my chest. Now, how about some of your delicious tamales!"

"Right away!" Victoria replied. This man was the one who saved Zorro's life. She would get him whatever he asked for.

* * *

Diego was working on one of his many scientific experiments when Felipe rushed into the cave. He looked up to see a worried expression on his friend's face.

"Calm down, Felipe, I can't understand you. Two men are holding Victoria hostage? Saddle Toronado, we have to hurry!"

By the time Zorro had arrived at the tavern, it seemed that someone else was doing an excellent job of fighting. He watched for a few minutes before swooping behind one of the men and effectively knocking him unconscious. The second man was then dispatched by the stranger.

Victoria rushed up to him. "Zorro, this is a-"

Before she could finish, the stranger threw something at them. Victoria pushed Zorro out of the way. The powder stung terribly in her eyes.
"What have you done?" Zorro asked the stranger angrily.

"I-I'm sorry, I did not mean to do that to her! It was meant for you!"

Zorro grabbed him by the collar. "WHAT was meant for me?"

"The poison."

"There's an antidote no doubt?" Zorro asked, glancing at Victoria. Her face was flushed and she was breathing heavily.

He shook his head. "I made none. I really didn't think I needed to since I was going after you."

"Arrest Zorro!" The two turned to see the Alcalde, Mendoza, and three guards.

"I beg your pardon, Alcalde, but this man should be the one under arrest. He just poisoned Senorita Escalante." Zorro shoved the stranger towards the Alcalde and lifted Victoria off her feet before she fell to the floor. Whistling for Toronado, he ran out of the tavern.

* * *

Felipe grabbed Alejandro by the arm and pulled him outside. The Don just stared at the young man in confusion, and then nodded in understanding. Zorro was arriving and he had Victoria with him.

"Don Alejandro!" He exclaimed.

"Zorro, what happened?"

"She's been poisoned," Zorro said. "Dr. Hernandez is just behind me."

Alejandro nodded and helped him with Victoria. He could see the worried look in the masked rider's eyes. "Felipe, the door."

When Victoria was lying comfortably in one of the guest rooms, Zorro smiled warily. "Thank you, Don Alejandro. Now, I must depart. I daresay the Alcalde will look for me where she is. Besides, I have an antidote to work on."

Zorro had disappeared just as Dr Hernandez arrived. "Alejandro."

"Felipe, find Diego. He'll want to know about this." Alejandro turned to his friend. "Dr. Hernandez. I don't know what it is you can do for her. She's been poisoned. Zorro took what was left of the substance to find an antidote. I believe he's determined to find one."

"I don't doubt it for one minute," the doctor replied.

* * *

Felipe found Diego in the secret cave of Zorro. He was busily studying the poisonous powder. "If she dies I will never forgive myself."

He turned when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Felipe gestured to him. "You say it's not my fault? Then why do I feel as though it were?" He sighed. "I'd better go make an appearance. I'll be up in a few minutes, Felipe."

Diego rushed over to the guest room, nearly knocking over his father. "I just heard. Is she going to be all right?"

"Dr. Hernandez says there's nothing he can do for her. Our only hope is that Zorro can come up with the antidote."

"Zorro? He's the reason she's like that in first place!" Diego cried. He winced and so did Alejandro. He hadn't meant for it to come out like that.
Alejandro placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "Relax, Diego, he'll come through for her. He always does."

He nodded, taking a deep breath. "How is she doing right now?"

"She's very weak and she's running a high fever. Dr. Hernandez said she has until Friday evening." He watched as the color drained from his son's face. "Diego?"

"Excuse me, Father," he replied, stepping around Alejandro and into the room.

Alejandro shook his head. "If you ever wanted to tell her how you feel, my son now would be the best time."

	2. 2

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Part 2

Disclaimers in Part 1

* * *

Felipe found Diego in the cave, fast asleep at his desk. He shook his head and tapped him on the shoulder. Diego sat up quickly and looked around in confusion. "Oh, Felipe. Is Victoria all right?"

The boy shrugged, and then signed.

"She's asking for me? Then I should go."

Felipe asked if he came up with anything. "No. I thought I had, but it nearly ate away at the table. I will figure this out!"

The younger man watched as Diego ascended the stairs to the fireplace. He followed him. When they entered the library, he tapped Diego on the shoulder again.

"Yes, Felipe? What's on my mind? Besides being frightened about losing the woman I love, I'm thinking about telling her that I'm Zorro."

Felipe's eyebrows rose as he signed, 'Are you sure? What if you find the antidote? You won't be able to take it back.'

"That's true, amigo. However, I believe she has a right to know who she saved. Now, if you'll excuse me, Felipe. One shouldn't keep a lady waiting."

* * *

Victoria squeezed her eyes shut. They were burning and watering terribly. _Just remember, she said to herself, this was for Zorro, the man you love._ She was so lost in thought that she didn't hear Diego enter.

"Victoria," he said quietly.

"Diego," she replied, reaching out for his hand. He clasped it tightly. "I was wondering if you would do me a favor."

"Anything for my friend."

She smiled at him. "Will you find Zorro for me? I-I want him to know that it was not his fault. I did this for him. The people need him so much more than I do." Diego took a deep breath. "Please, Diego!"

He nodded slowly. "I will. Maybe he could use a hand trying to figure out the antidote. I have studied many of the sciences."

"Please hurry..." she whispered, drifting off to sleep.

Diego rushed out of the room and past Alejandro. "Would you mind telling me what's going on?"

"Victoria needs to see Zorro."

"And you're going to find him?" Alejandro asked skeptically. "How do you think you're going to do that?"

Without thinking, Diego opened the door to the passageway in the fireplace. Alejandro watched in shock as his son disappeared inside. Felipe had just joined him.

"Felipe, what is going on?" The young man had no idea what to say or even think! "I'm not going to wait around for an answer," Alejandro said, touching the same spot on the mantel that Diego did.

The sight that greeted him was not what he had expected. Standing five feet in front of him was Diego, and he was putting on a black mask. A horse whinnied and he glanced to the right to see Toronado.

"Dios!"

Diego's eyes widened. His father hardly ever blasphemed. "I don't have time to explain this right now, father, I have to see Victoria."

"You are going to tell her, right?"

"I am."

* * *

"Victoria!"

She opened her eyes at the sound of his voice and smiled. "Zorro, Diego found you."

"He did," Zorro replied, taking her hand. "I am so sorry for this."

"Please do not blame yourself. I knew what that man was going to do so I prevented him from doing it! As long as I know you're alive and able to continue to help our people, then I am content."

Zorro removed his hat. "I want to tell you who you saved, Victoria. I believe you have a right to know."

He guided her hands to the knot holding the mask. Victoria couldn't tell if she was excited or nervous about this. She took a deep breath and untied it.

Her eyes never left his as the mask was removed. She smiled happily as tears coursed down her face. Her best friend was there, smiling back at her. "I knew it was you deep inside me. I just couldn't bring myself to believe it."

"Victoria, please hold on. I'm going to try my hardest to find an antidote for this poison. Can you hold on for us?"

"I can and I will, Diego. I love you."

He kissed her softly on the lips. "I love you too, querida."

Suddenly, Felipe rushed into the room. Diego and Victoria read his frantic signing. "The Alcalde," Victoria replied. "You'd better go, Diego."

Diego smiled again and quickly tied his mask back on. "I'll be back soon," he said with a wink.

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Part 3

Disclaimers in Part 1

* * *

Diego had just slipped into the secret passageway when the Alcalde entered the de La Vega hacienda. Alejandro met him in the hall. "Alcalde," he said with a nod. "I trust the man responsible for Victoria's illness is in jail awaiting the gallows?"

"Unfortunately, no, Don Alejandro. He was killed trying to escape. His accomplice is still at large, though."

Alejandro glared at him. "Accomplice? Surely you don't mean Zorro!"

"That is exactly who I mean," the Alcalde replied.

"Zorro would rather die for Victoria then attempt to kill her and you know it! He's most likely working on an antidote as we speak!"

He raised his hand to calm the Don. "Relax, I've just come to see how the senorita was faring. If Zorro can come up with an antidote, I will gladly reduce his sentence."

Felipe joined them a few minutes later. He signed something to Alejandro, who nodded. "Of course, thank you Felipe." He turned to the Alcalde. "It seems as if Victoria has fallen asleep."

"Ah, very well then. Please let her know that I'm praying for her. I'll show myself out. Buenos Tardes, Alejandro."

"Alcalde." When the man was outside, Alejandro went over to the fireplace to check on Diego. "Felipe, keep an eye on Victoria and let us know if anything goes wrong."

The Don found his son intently working on the task at hand. He took a moment to really look at the home of Zorro. He knew Diego was special, but he never would have guessed he was the masked rider.

"Father," Diego said, looking up. "How long have you been standing there?"

"A few minutes. How's it coming along?"

"I may have something here, I just don't know if it's going to work. What did the Alcalde want?"

Alejandro sighed. "The usual. He wanted to know how Victoria was and that he was going to arrest Zorro for attempted murder."

The beaker Diego was holding broke in his hands. He stared at the blood in fascination. "Are you all right?" Alejandro asked, grabbing a cloth from the desk.

Diego barely noticed as the pieces of glass were removed from his hand. "Victoria risked her life to save you, son. Don't dishonor her by feeling angry at yourself."

"Are you certain she just didn't risk it to save Zorro?"

"Diego, you surprise me. Didn't I teach you any common sense? Victoria hasn't loved Zorro as long as she's loved you. I saw it years ago after your mother died. You were so beside yourself, but when Victoria came over to convey her condolences, I saw how much she loved and cared for you. I saw it when you returned from Spain and you pulled that Corporal away from her, and I saw it Sunday after mass. Yes, she loves Zorro, but she also loves you. She loves different parts of the same man."

He nodded slowly. "You're right, Father." There was silence as he continued his work on the antidote. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this, but..."

"You had enough to think about without worrying something would happen to Victoria or I had we known. Although I am curious as to how you found out about things when you would be home before Zorro would appear. I take it you had help from a certain young man?"

The two turned to see Felipe standing behind them. He signed to them that Victoria was sleeping. Diego smiled. "I did have his help, although there is something about Felipe you don't know, Father."

"What's that?" he asked. Felipe walked over to him and pointed to his ears. "You can hear? That's fantastic, Felipe! No wonder you kept it a secret! That would come in handy."

"It did on many occasions."

Felipe nodded and signed again. *Any luck with the antidote?*

Diego held it up. "I don't know if this will save her, but it won't make her any worse off than she is," he replied with a sigh.

	4. 4

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Part 4

Disclaimers in Part 1

* * *

The three arrived in the room to find Dr. Hernandez finishing the exam of his patient. "Any change?" Alejandro asked.

"I'm afraid not, my friend. Unless Zorro has come up with an antidote, she will not survive the night."

Diego took a deep breath. "Then we're in luck because Zorro just dropped this off. He said he wasn't sure it would work, but it won't do any harm either."

"Let us pray that it will work."

He nodded to Diego, who walked over to Victoria and sat next to her on the bed. He shook her gently. "Victoria, please wake up, you have to drink this."

Victoria could hear someone calling her name. It sounded so far away. "Diego?" she whispered.

"Yes, it's me. I have what could be the antidote."

"Could be?" she asked. She was so tired and just wanted to sleep.

"If it doesn't work, you'll be no worse off than you are now. Try it." Victoria acquiesced. Diego gently guided her back to the pillow. "Rest, querida."
"Diego, will you send for Padre Benitez... just in case?"

He kissed her forehead. "Just in case."

As Victoria drifted off to sleep, Diego turned to face the people behind him. He looked up at Felipe, who nodded and rushed out the door.
Dr. Hernandez placed a hand on Diego's shoulder. He smiled sadly, "Now the only thing we can do is wait."

* * *

Sergeant Mendoza was heading to the tavern when Felipe hurried into the pueblo. His heart jumped into his throat as the young servant rushed into the church.

"Sergeant, what are you doing?"

He pointed to Felipe and the Padre, who was now getting onto his horse. "That can only mean one thing, Alcalde. Senorita Escalante will not make it through the night."

The Alcalde nodded slowly. That would mean he could pin her death on Zorro. He would have to think of the perfect motive, but that would come to him. "Come, Sergeant, we should pay our respects to the Senorita."

"Si, mi Alcalde," Mendoza replied.

Felipe glanced behind him and saw that Mendoza and the Alcalde were following them. With a shrug, he kicked his pony and was heading towards the de la Vega hacienda.

When they arrived, Felipe led Padre Benitez inside. "Padre," Diego said with a nod. Alejandro had gone to see what the Alcalde wanted.
"Don Diego. How is she doing?"

"Not well. Zorro found what he believes is the antidote, but we won't know for certain until the morning. She's been asking for you, though."

"If you'll excuse me," Padre Benitez replied with a nod.

Diego decided he could do nothing but wait so he joined his father, who was speaking with the Alcade and Sergeant Mendoza. The Alcalde was mentioning something about Zorro, but Diego wasn't listening.

No, his thoughts were on the woman he loved. Would the antidote work? Would he ever see her beautiful smile again, hear her sweet laughter? He didn't know... and that scared him the most.

"Don Diego," Mendoza said. "How are you holding up? I know that you and Senorita Escalante are good friends. The two of you grew up together, si?"

Diego nodded. "We did, Sergeant. I don't know how this pueblo would get along if she were to die."

"Or Zorro," Mendoza replied.

"Or Zorro."

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Part 5

Disclaimers in Part 1

* * *

Padre Benitez joined everyone in the parlor. "She'd like to see you, Don Diego."

The man nodded. "Don Diego, may I...?" Mendoza asked.

Diego smiled. "Of course, Sergeant."

"I should see her as well," the Alcalde said, following after them.

Alejandro put a hand on his shoulder. "That's not such a good idea. She's very ill, Alcalde. No offense, but she probably wouldn't care to see you."

His jaw dropped and he left in a huff. The Padre chuckled. "You're right about that, Don Alejandro."

Diego stood back as Mendoza walked over to Victoria. She smiled at him. She was very tired, but she didn't mind a visit from her friend. "Senorita," he said, taking her hand.

"Thank you for coming to see me, Mendoza."

"It's the least I could do for such a beautiful and kind lady. You will always be remembered."

"Mendoza, will you do a favor for me?"

He nodded. "Si, anything."

"Will you tell Zorro," she said, glancing at Diego, "if the worst should happen, it wasn't his fault and it was my choice to save him. Promise me you'll tell him, Mendoza!"

"I promise, Senorita Victoria." Mendoza bent over to kiss her forehead. With one last smile, he left the room.

Diego slowly moved over to her, pulling up a chair. "Will you lie next to me, Diego?" He hesitated, but saw the pleading look in her eyes and decided it couldn't hurt. She wrapped her arms around him. "I love you," she whispered, drifting off to sleep.

"I love you too, Victoria," he replied. As he lay there, Diego realized what his father meant when he mentioned the love he saw in Victoria after mass...

_The Alcalde stormed up to Diego. "What is the meaning of this?" he growled, holding up the latest edition of The Guardian. "Zorro does more to help the people of this pueblo than I do? This is an outrage! I order you to retract this article at once!"_

_Diego crossed his arms. "I'm sorry, Alcalde, but you can't hide the truth and you can't order me to do anything. As you may recall, I'm not one of your Lancers."_

_"You are under arrest, Senor!"_

_"What for?" Alejandro asked angrily._

_Padre Benitez walked over to them. "Alcalde, there is no need to arrest Don Diego. The Lord knows what the truth is whether it's in the paper or not."_

_The Alcalde thought for a moment, then realized the Padre was right (not that he'd care to admit it), and stormed away._

_"Nicely handled, son," Alejandro said._

_Victoria smiled. "Si, it was, Don Diego."_

_Her face froze in his mind and Diego could see all the love she had for him. Not Zorro, but Diego..._

Victoria held tightly onto Diego. She didn't want to leave him. Especially not after he had revealed his secret to her. She realized that she had known it was him deep within her mind, but she had refused to believe it. She then began to wonder what would happen to him if she didn't make it. She didn't want him to be in pain, she didn't want him to stop being Zorro, and most of all she wanted him to be able to love again.

Victoria suddenly opened her eyes to find herself standing outside of the De la Vega hacienda. The sky was a bright blue and the sun was shining. "Victoria." She looked around, but saw no one. "Hija..."

Her eyes watered. "Mama?"

"Si, it is me."

She rushed to her. "I've missed you so much!"

"You cannot hug me, hija," she replied, stepping back.

Victoria was confused. "But why?"

"Because you are not dead. In fact, you're not going to die anytime soon."

"I'm not?"

"No," she replied. "Diego has saved you, just as you have saved him. He needs you more than ever, my hija. Go to him."

She was torn between going to the man she loved and staying with her mother. "How can I leave you, Mama? I miss you!"

"I miss you too, but you have to go. He' says it's not your time. We will see each other again one day. I will always live in your heart."

Victoria nodded. "You are right. Will you tell Papa how much I love him?"

"I will. Adios, my Victoria."

"Adios..."

	6. 6

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Part 6

Disclaimers in Part 1

* * *

Alejandro sat down in the parlor with a sigh. It had been a long couple of days. He had checked on Victoria and found she was sleeping soundly in the comfort of his son's arms. It looked as if antidote worked after all!

Felipe entered a few minutes later with a letter. "Gracias," Alejandro said. He opened it and within the first paragraph, hope was kindled for the small pueblo.

_Alejandro, I bring you news from Madrid. After the many things you, as well as Diego, have written to me regarding your Alcalde, a new one has been appointed by the King himself! It is I who will be taking over._

_The moment His majesty read my report of the tyranny going on in Los Angeles, he immediately ordered the arrest of Luis Ramon and that I succeed him. We will arrive in two days time. After the arrest of Ramon, we will be granting a full and absolute pardon to El Zorro. I trust you will want to be present for this. I would appreciate it if you could keep this under wraps._

_Until then, amigo!_
_Pablo Cortez_

Alejandro smiled happily. Everything was going to work out.

* * *

Victoria opened her eyes to find Diego still lying next to her. She leaned forward and touched her lips to his. Diego opened his eyes and smiled at her. "Victoria!"

She attempted to sit up. She was still a little weak so he helped her. "No doubt you're hungry."

"Si, a little."

"I'll have Maria prepare something for you."

He was about to open the door when there was a knock. "Father."

Alejandro looked over Victoria. "Gracias, Dios!" he exclaimed. "There has been so much good news today. Diego, I just received a letter from Don Pablo Cortez!"

He went on to explain the details of the letter. "This last piece of information will be of most interest to the both of you."

"What is it, Don Alejandro?" Victoria asked. A new Alcalde was certainly the best news she could have hoped for. What else could there be?
"Don Pablo brings a decree from the King. A full and absolute pardon for Zorro."

Diego's eyes widened. The day he had been waiting for was at hand. Once Pablo Cortez took over as Alcalde, he could retire and live a wonderful life with Victoria.

"This is so wonderful!" Victoria exclaimed. "Everything I've been dreaming of is about to come true!"

Alejandro smiled at the couple. "Well, Diego, all you have to do now is decide whether or not to tell the pueblo who you are or keep the identity of the masked legend a secret."

* * *

Two days later, Diego, Victoria, and Alejandro went into town. Felipe had already arrived and hidden Zorro's things in the usual spot. Everyone was happy to see the tavern owner, especially Sergeant Mendoza.

"Senorita!" he said. "It is good to see you!"

"And you too, Sergeant," she replied with a smile.

The conversation would have to wait as horses came thundering into the pueblo. Alejandro immediately recognized his friend, Pablo Cortez. He turned to say something to Diego, but he was gone.

Victoria looked around and shrugged. "That's Zorro for you," she whispered in his ear.

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Part 7

Disclaimers in Part 1

* * *

Cortez dismounted from his horse, two of his officers following. They strode purposefully towards the Alcalde. "Luis Ramon, I hereby arrest you in the name of King Ferdinand of Spain."

The Alcalde wasn't too thrilled. "Under what charges!" he exclaimed.

Pablo Cortez sighed. This guy was either playing dumb or he really didn't know he'd been doing anything wrong. Cortez believed the former. "Tyranny, attempted murder, robbery, soliciting, et cetera..."

Zorro arrived a few minutes later. The Alcalde looked up at him. "Don Cortez, are you certain that's not the man you want?"

Cortez shook his head. "The King said Luis Ramon."

"Buenos Dias!" Zorro exclaimed, riding over to the men.

"Zorro, it's good to finally meet you," Cortez said as the masked rider jumped to the ground.

Zorro nodded. "Forgive me for being a little surprised, but these good people have been cheated out of so much that they are not certain what to believe. Why has the King waited so long to stop this man?"

"Every moment I could, I would send Don Alejandro's letters to the King, but I recently found out that they had been intercepted. So, I rode to Madrid myself to speak with him. Our fathers were good friends and after I explained what had been going on over here, he immediately sent me out here. I was appointed as the new Alcalde of Los Angeles while Ramon is to be arrested and sent back to Spain."

"Oh," Cortez added with a smile, handing Zorro a piece of parchment, "I'm to give you this. It is a full and absolute pardon!"

The people of Los Angeles cheered. Zorro smiled at the man. "I thank you, Don Cortez," he replied, accepting the paper.

"Lancers, you are asked to either join my ranks or retire your muskets. No one will be held accountable for the Alcalde's actions."

Sergeant Mendoza stepped up to Cortez. "I would be honored to join you, Sir."

Only Zorro saw the flash of anger in Ramon's eyes. The former Alcalde jabbed one of the soldiers in the stomach. He was about to attack Mendoza, but Zorro suddenly stood between them.

"Alcalde, I don't think escape is your best option right now."

"You! You have always been a thorn in my side!"

Zorro smiled. "It's been fun while it lasted," he replied, punching him. Ramon went out like a light. Everyone cheered again. This was definitely a day to be remembered!

Zorro nodded at Cortez. "If you'll excuse me, Senor." He whistled for Toronado as he walked over to Victoria. "Would you like to accompany me, querida?"

She smiled. "Si! I would be happy to." Zorro saluted and they were off.

The people looked expectantly at their new Alcalde. "Lieutenant Sanchez, please see that Ramon is sent back to Spain in chains." Sanchez saluted and set to his task.

"People of Los Angeles! Gather your family and friends. There is to be a town meeting tomorrow afternoon. Sergeant, if you'll come with me."

"Si, Mi Alcalde!"

After things had settled down somewhat, Cortez took a walk through the pueblo, greeting people as they walked by. He finally spotted his good friend and headed over.

"Don Alejandro!"

The Cabarello grinned and shook his hand. "Don Pablo, it is very good to see you!"

"And you as well. I see you've survived Ramon's cruelty."

"There were days when I feared we would not." The two men went to the tavern for a cool drink. "Where is the lovely innkeeper you've told me so much about?"

Alejandro sat down and ordered two glasses of juice. "That's who Zorro rode off with."

Cortez nodded in understanding. "No doubt feeling free enough to tell her his identity. You know, Alejandro, he need not tell me who he is. I'd be just as content to have him help me now and then when things get too heavy for my soldiers."

Alejandro smiled and held up his glass. "If I were Zorro, I'd accept your offer!"

End file.

Poisoned by MacGateFan


Zorro's decision drabble

**Zorro's decision**

"I've been thinking, you should have a husband, someone like Diego, perhaps."

"Like Diego? But I thought we shared certain feelings?"

Zorro knew he could tell her his feelings or he could finish it before it went any further.

"No, we don't. You're in love with this mask, but there can't come anything out of it. I'm sorry, Victoria."

Crying, she looked at him. "I believed you cared for me, but I now know that I was wrong."

Quietly he slipped away. It was Diego's turn now to dry her tears and show her his love.

End file.

Zorro's decision drabble by katie1999


The Twelve Days of Zorro

**THE TWELVE DAYS OF ZORRO**

**by ****Kathy McManus**** and ****KathyG.**

**This poem, co-authored by Kathy McManus and myself, is a take on the familiar carol, "The Twelve Days of Christmas."**

**Hi, everyone! In anticipation of the coming Christmas season, KathyG. and I got together and wrote this little song for your (hopefully) enjoyment. This is what happens when you have too much time on your hands. :)**

**"The Twelve Days of Zorro," by KathyG. and Kathy McManus, to be sung to the tune of "The Twelve Days of Christmas," which we borrow for our purposes and will put back unharmed. (I know that's debatable.) Any references to Zorro and New World characters are used for non-commercial reasons and will be placed in where they belong after our use.**

On the first day of Christmas my friend described to me the history of a hero, Zorro.

On the second day of Christmas, my friend described to me two hot _tamales_, and the history of a hero, Zorro.

On the third day of Christmas, my friend described to me three mission bells, two hot _tamales_, and the history of a hero, Zorro.

On the fourth day of Christmas, my friend described to me four ta-averns, three mission bells, two hot _tamales_, and the history of a hero, Zorro.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my friend described to me five sa-addles, four ta-averns, three mission bells, two hot _tamales_, and the history of a hero, Zorro.

On the sixth day of Christmas, my friend described to me six Felipes spying, five sa-addles, four ta-averns, three mission bells, two hot _tamales_, and the history of a hero, Zorro.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my friend described to me seven _dons_ a-dueling, six Felipes spying, five sa-addles, four ta-averns, three mission bells, two hot _tamales_, and the history of a hero, Zorro.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my friend described to me eight maids a-dusting, seven _dons_ a-dueling, six Felipes spying, five sa-addles, four ta-averns, three mission bells, two hot _tamales_, and the history of a hero, Zorro.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my friend described to me nine _padres_ kneeling, eight maids a-dusting, seven _dons_ a-dueling, six Felipes spying, five sa-addles, four ta-averns, three mission bells, two hot _tamales_, and the history of a hero, Zorro.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my friend described to me ten _alcaldes_ smirking, nine _padres_ kneeling, eight maids a-dusting, seven _dons_ a-dueling, six Felipes spying, five sa-addles, four ta-averns, three mission bells, two hot _tamales_, and the history of a hero, Zorro.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my friend described to me 11 whips a-cracking, ten _alcaldes_ smirking, nine _padres_ kneeling, eight maids a-dusting, seven _dons_ a-dueling, six Felipes spying, five sa-addles, four ta-averns, three mission bells, two hot _tamales_, and the history of a hero, Zorro.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my friend described to me 12 _vaqueros_ riding, 11 whips a-cracking, ten _alcaldes_ smirking, nine _padres_ kneeling, eight maids a-dusting, seven _dons_ a-dueling, six Felipes spying, five sa-addles, four ta-averns, three mission bells, two hot _tamales_, and the history of a hero, Zorro.

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The Twelve Days of Zorro by KathyG


1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Zorro, ZPI does.

Author's Note: Diana wanted a drabble with Victoria waking up after getting shot. My plan kinda fell apart...but this is supposed to be fun, not something I agonize over. I hope you like it.

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"Diego?"

Diego jumped, his head lifting from her bedside.

"Victoria, you're awake."

Diego touched her pale cheek, his jaw clenched against tears.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?"

Diego laughed. "You almost die, then ask how I am?"

"You saved me. I knew you would."

Diego kissed her palm, surprised and touched by her words.

"Zorro?"

Diego shook his head. "Zorro's gone. He won't risk your life again."

"No. You must..."

"Forget about Zorro."

"How can you say that?"

"He almost killed you!"

Victoria shook her head. "Zorro must ride."

"I don't agree."

"It's not up to you."

"Yes, it is."

	2. Stay - Legend Begins

Disclaimer: I don't own Zorro, ZPI does.

Setting: What if Victoria had been there when Diego heard about Zorro's funeral in Legend Begins?

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**Stay**

"You're not going?"

Victoria closed the door behind the doctor, then shook her head as she lifted a tray of soup onto Diego's lap.

"You would miss Zorro's funeral?"

She handed Diego some tea. "I do not believe he's dead."

Diego coughed as he breathed deeply, but he was grateful for the soothing tea. "Shouldn't you be out looking for him?"

Victoria sat back on the edge of his bed. "You want me to leave?"

Diego reached out to take her hand, nearly spilling the soup. "No."

"Then my place is here."

Diego smiled and squeezed her hand. "I'm glad."

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Reader: OMG did Emma just write a story without a reveal?

Voice inside Reader's head, breathless with shock: I think she did! I must leave a comment now...

	3. Chapter 3 - A Simple Review

"Victoria, what is the matter?"

Victoria sniffed and wiped her eyes. "Nothing."

Diego's hands squeezed her shoulders before he turned her around, lifting her chin. His thumb wiped away her tears.

Victoria stepped back, grabbing some pages she thrust at him. "They hate my column."

"What?"

"The people. They wrote me notes. They hate my column. My paragraphs are too long. I use fancy words, whatever that means."

Diego chuckled. "Don't be silly."

"Silly!"

Diego took a careful step back. "You write for yourself, don't you? Who cares what they think?"

Diego stopped laughing when she doused him with lemonade.

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Author's Note: This is part a joke people in my Facebook group will hopefully understand and find funny, part depression at getting some bad marks on my writing this week. Apparently fiction has killed my non-fiction writing skills :-( Hope some of you chuckled.

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A Simple Drabble by emmarae3579


Read between the lines

_**You gave me a home when I had none.**_

She drives off to nowhere.

I want to come home.

Don't let me go.

_**Love when I thought it was lost.**_

Her smile makes me shiver; she does not fill my heart.

I want to come home.

Don't let me go.

_**I shall never forget you. **_

Can she erase me so easily from your life?

I want to come home.

Don't let me go.

**Give my regards to Z. **

I was there from the beginning. I should be there until the end.

I want to come home.

Don't let me go.

**Felipe**

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Read between the lines by Knotheadsrus


Those three words

T/A: Those three words by MEG

RATED: G

AN: Thank Katinka and Sandy for correction and help.

AN2: Sandy still has this last version. If there will be more errors I will post it again.

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"I love you, Victoria."

How dare he! How dare he say those words... after so many good and bad years!

He is my best friend. He is the only one with enough courage to handle my anger. The only one who is ever at my side when I become upset. The only one who has time to hear my complaints, has time to comfort me. The only one for whom my heart seem to trying to escape from my chest.

And now? How dare he!

He knows that I promised myself to Zorro, the legend of the pueblo, the mystery man, the man I wait for. The only man everyone expects me to wait for.

Why didn't he tell me this words immediately after he returned from Spain? The first day I saw him again, my heart began to beat faster. I couldn't take my eyes away from him. He was so exciting...so brave...so handsome. There was this spark of light in his eyes when he threw out this rude soldier from my tavern.

I fell completely in love with him.

I hoped he would fall in love with me. I saw the interest and admiration when he looked at me. Then he has lost interest in me. What could I do?

Then Zorro became the hero of our pueblo. He showed interest in me.

How could I resist him? I admire him, I have respect for the things he has done for the pueblo and the people. From all of these people...he fell in love with me.

I couldn't resist Zorro's words, his lips and his eyes. When I saw them, I always remember my best friend. I wished that he would look at me with the same passion and love the way Zorro does.

I remember seeing that look, once. We were stuck in an old windmill, and it was stormy. I saw him looking at me with that love that I always wanted from him. He was so close! I hoped so much that he would bend over, and kiss me...but he didn't. He looked away. I was so disappointed that I didn't even hear what he said.

And now, after so many years, so many empty years without him, he tells me that he loves me!

I look at him.

Is it true? Is he really in love with me?

I see his face change from one of the lover to one of the friend. But his eyes...

"Victoria, I'm sorry..."

I place my finger on his lips. I know what he wants to say. He wants to apologize for making me uncomfortable, he wants to apologize for his... love.

This time however, I don't allow him. I was waiting for him all of these years. I can live without Zorro...but not without him No more, because now, I know...

He does love me.

I drew his head to mine, and placed my lips upon his. I try to show him what me means to me, how very important he is to me. I want to make up for all of those lost years.

"I love you too, Diego."

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Those three words by MadaMag


The Body Lies

**The Body Lies**

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone for such nice reviews for The Body Speaks. Some of you asked for another chapter, but I couldn't add anything to a story that wrote itself (after I read a line in a body language book commenting on voice depth). In my short time dabbling at writing I have realized that things that write themselves are always better than what I attempt to do. So instead of another chapter here's a sequel. It unfortunately is a bit forced in places and a _LOT _cliched (consider yourself warned), but cliches are cliches for a reason.

Disclaimer: I don't own.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Victoria had to bite at the sides of her mouth to keep the smile at bay as Diego bent down to claim the kiss that would entangle them into each others lives permanently. She couldn't look too eager so she angled her body off to the side and made a not too subtle glance to the back of the church as Diego kissed her gently on the cheek. He touched her with his lips for only a second, as if he was afraid she would bolt, and as if he was afraid her presence there at the front of the church with him was too good to be true.

"Why did she marry de la Vega anyway?" was the unspoken question which haunted the church's patrons. Of course no one dared whisper the answers their minds supplied to that question in the presence of Don Alejandro and his family. But that did not stop them from speculating.

_No doubt Zorro had gotten her in the family way_.

_The tavern could not turn a profit with all the new taxes and that made de la Vega an awfully handsome option._

_Zorro must be horribly scarred and ugly under that mask. _

_She wanted children and a family. _

_Spinsters were fickle like that._

_She wanted a man she could hen peck._

The rumours were endless. Unfortunately what really happened that night when Diego returned to an enlightened Victoria would forever be a secret kept between themselves. Even if they tried to explain it they could never fully describe precisely how that night's circled sequence of cursing to slapping to touching had led them to this moment.

Not being privy to certain information, no one had been more flabbergasted that Diego and Victoria were engaged than Alejandro. Despite his persistent enquiries all he ever got out of them was that they both wanted certain things in their lives that they couldn't get if life were to go on as it had been. Alejandro had been horrified when Diego bluntly replied one day that they both wanted children and they were good friends, so it made sense. As if children were merely a business transaction one conducted with one's spouse. And if the court-less engagement wasn't bad enough, the couple didn't even try to fake that there was any love between them. Sure they were having a public wedding, but there was to be no reception, no dancing, no eating. Just a quiet church wedding which would leave everyone to go home and ponder what exactly they had witnessed. And the poor bride and groom would be left to deal with the sad sort of affairs they were creating.

The church bells pealed as Diego stiffly took Victoria's arm and led her out of the church. Alejandro groaned to himself that he had never seen two newlyweds look so awkward together. But while Alejandro was bemoaning his son and daughter-in-laws fates Mendoza was smiling happily at the couple. For some reason he knew they would be happy together. For Don Diego had loved Senorita Escalante for a long time, and with his money and her cooking skills the dinner parties they could host!

The newly-weds were almost home free and out the church when two shots rang out, shocking them out of their tempered bliss. Diego shared a concerned look his wife while his father's voice could be heard angrily demanding an explanation as to who would dare fire shots on his son's wedding day, and so close to the church. Everyone else in the church merely stood starring at each other and listening for a clue as to what had happened. But that was it. Two shots. And then...

"Viva la Mexico!" came a voice, which was two seconds later joined by its owner who came rushing into the church.

"Ramone!" yelled Victoria in shock. She had not expected either of her brother's to be able to make her wedding when she had wrote them on such short notice. She certainly had not expected to see Ramone standing before her in his strange military get up.

"Little sister, I have brought you the best wedding present I could think of; freedom and the opportunity to raise your children in a pueblo that isn't oppressed by ridiculous demands from the mother country," declared Ramone as he pulled his sister into a fierce hug. A few moments later he reluctantly let her go to shake his new brother-in-law's hand in what was a perfectly vertical meeting of the hands.

"What is the meaning of this?" asked Alejandro as everyone looked in awe at the spectacle going on before them. A good majority had come for the entertainment value of watching Zorro interupt the wedding and were glad the wedding hadn't ended without some excitement.

_Damn, it's just her brother, and not her unmasked lover hugging the bride and interrupting the wedding._

"It means that your former alcalde's lancers have either sworn to the loyalty of Mexico or been placed in the courtel. It means that Spain no longer rules this country, but the people of Mexico of which you are all now citizens," declared Ramone to a few half-hearted cheers. "Of course if you wish not to be in Mexico, I respectably suggest you find the next boat to Spain."

"Does this mean Zorro is no longer a wanted man?" queried Victoria hope shining in her eyes at the prospect of a world where she could raise her children without fearing they too would have to witness the execution of their parents. That truly was the best wedding present she could imagine.

_Just when she goes and marries the de la Vega boy. _

_It wasn't consummated, she can still get it annulled. _

_Doesn't she remember she's married now? _

_She's got Diego now, let another woman have Zorro._

"He's not a criminal against Mexico. He'd be exonerated under the new government," explained Ramone. This time the crowd enthusiastically cheered at his words. If the government of Mexico was a friend of Zorro's then it couldn't be that unreasonable.

As the cheers died out a loud and bitter laugh cut through the celebratory attitude. It only took the wedding guests a moment to locate the source. The ungodly sound was coming from De Soto who had been sitting in the back of the church waiting for any sign of Zorro. He sat there still, laughing his bitter and vindictive laugh with his hands crossed menacingly across his chest.

"Alcalde I don't see what you have to laugh about. You have just lost all your jurisdiction here," pointed out Alejandro.

"I wished differently, but deep down I knew that going to this backwater pueblo would do nothing for my career. Therefore I have no desire to waste a single moment fighting with this man for a lousy pueblo that Spain saw fit to sell so quickly. Yes folks, you've been sold of all things. I received a letter a few weeks ago warning me this was likely to happen. Of course I was upset at first. But then imagine my pleasure when I realized the lovely senorita was giving up on her masked love when he was just about to gain his freedom to love her."

With that said De Soto stood up, gave one final tweak of his moustache and walked out of the church, never to be seen in Los Angeles again.

Meanwhile inside the church everyone's eyes were on Victoria waiting for her to break down. There were already the faintest glimmer of tears reaching the corner of her eyes, and her face was contorted in the strangest manner.

"You can get an annulment still," offered Alejandro, and the padre nodded in agreement as everyone watched for Victoria's response.

_Yes, please marry Zorro and prove De Soto wrong._

Finally the contorted look on the new Donna's face straightened out and a mirthful laugh spilled from her mouth to everyone's shock.

_The poor thing's come unhinged._

"Well, Ramone it's been too long," Diego said not hiding the huge grin on his face as his poor bride tried to collect herself. "Victoria and I would love to host you at the hacienda tomorrow night for supper, but please excuse our lack of hospitality tonight. However I do believe there's a free room at the tavern if you need a place to stay."

The grinning young couple smiled at each other for a second before Diego uncharacteristically picked up his bride and bolted for the door. He only looked back for a moment to speak to his best man, a devilish grin spreading over his face.

"Felipe, I may be too preoccupied to feed the black stallion tonight, so make sure he gets some fresh air for once."

Diego and his bride were well on their way home on Esperanza before anyone in the chapel realized they had just witnessed one of the greatest coupes in history.

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The Body Lies by Musicat