This is my first fan-fiction but hopefully you like it... I've loved wanted Jason and Medea to be together for ages and their kisses in the show were a cruel tease to me -_- Hope you enjoy, but either way please R&R.
I don't own Atlantis or any of the characters in it.
3rd Person POV
The night air was icy cold as it flooded into Jason's lungs, his deep breaths drawing in great gasps of it as his chest heaved with exertion from the fight. He ducked under a slashing blade, slamming a sharp kick into a shield and whirling behind it to slice his own sword across his attacker's throat. Blood sprung freely from the freshly gaping wound but Jason had already moved on to dodge the spear thrusts of another soldier, the shaft of the spear glancing off of his leather armour as the point tore through his cloak. His face contorted into a scowl as he ripped the weapon from his opponents grasp to whip it around in a tight circle, forcing the rest of the group to jump back. Grunting, he flung it at an archer, pinning the hand that had been about to draw back the bow solidly to a tree. His fist cracked against the face of a guard, knocking them down with vicious precision as he brought his sword in reverse-grip swiftly into the gut of another that approached him from behind. He tore through the unit with furious abandon, fuelled by rage, but for all the death he left strewn in his wake, a seemingly ceaseless stream of soldiers continued to approach, wave upon wave breaking upon his sword. Pasiphae's soldiers were apparently intent on taking him. His mother's soldiers. He snarled as two blades whistled through the air inches from his neck, while twisting to avoid an arrow aimed at the same spot. The slaughter and chaos he spread around him seemed to be to little avail and he was getting nowhere, so he spun around, face contorted in exasperation and ran back through the trees, cutting through the craggy rocks of a gulley away from the more regularly spaced pines and into the wilderness. The woods that now began to surround him were anything but silent, the thrum of life seeming to manifest in the air itself, a strong contrast to the more vapid atmosphere of the forest earlier on. Still, the effect was oddly calming and allowed Jason time to calm his raging emotions. His expression grew less angered, but the darkness within was still clearly visible on his face.
Through the canopy of the trees, streaks of fire were visible as they blossomed across the darkening sky. Sunset used to be beautiful, now it just looked angry. Orange slashed through the blue-grey sky, the last embers of amber light pooling down through tangled branches onto the luscious green of the rich undergrowth on the forest floor. He set up his own fire under a particularly gnarled tree that twisted up from pebble ridden dirt, its mottled trunk twisting up like a broken hand clawing for the sky, but it's foliage was dense enough to provide shelter for the night.
As he gazed, unseeing, at the incandescent, flickering flame his mind drifted absently to the past he thought he knew, the bonds that were all a lie. His own friends, for all the trouble they had face together, had decided that they would neglect telling him the truth of his heritage. The fact hurt almost as much as the truth they had avoided. That he was spawned from the very evil he had fought against so devotedly, that had tried to kill him countless times. The fact had torn into his heart with such real pain he had thought for a second that Pasiphae was once again working her dark magic. He had no room for denial. He lost everything except his hate. He was consumed by anger and hate, but beneath it all Jason felt fear. What if he was everything like his mother? Blood was a powerful thing in the world he'd washed up in, and his father was lost to him. Perhaps that was the reason the Oracle found excuses to so blatantly worm her way around the truth? Ceaselessly, the questions ricocheted around in his mind in a maelstrom of chaotic uncertainty that reflected the current state of his life. He remembered the faces of those he'd trusted when they had set up camp after he disposed of one batch of soldiers. As though they didn't know him. Their lying mouths twisted in pity, because he didn't know who he was anymore either. He hated them. He hated himself. Most of all he hated the world. What had he done to deserve such a fate? What had he gained in his fights for others? How much had he lost? He drifted into sleep dreaming of freedom and cursing the people that once held the heart that no longer existed.
Medea POV
It felt strange to watch the man I admired fall so suddenly into despair. I could feel his darkened aura from such a strong distance as I watched him tear through the troops Pasiphae had sent for him. I knew how much it hurt her to send for the death of her son. My desire to spare him was much more obvious, but no less rooted. Despite herself, I could see her love for him. Love. The word made me spit in distaste at the ones who had betrayed Jason so readily, out of fear. They believed they were worthy of his trust, but could not trust him with a fact so important that it had changed his entire world. He was broken. I could tell from the way his hands trembled as he delivered clinical blows to the men under me, hinting at the burning rage buried beneath his cold exterior. The warm blood the sprayed against his face seemed not to affect him and he seemed in that moment as though the whole world could burn for all he cared. Almost palpable in the air around him, he exuded anger in pulsing waves. When he ran I followed, struggling a little to keep up as his feet pounded the leafy dirt, tearing through tangles of briar that clawed across the ground to the accompanying shouts of the pursuing soldiers. They would not catch him.
At the edge of his makeshift camp, I watched curiously as he stared into the crackling fire, his eyes glazed over. When a twig cracked underfoot at my cautious approach, he made no response, either indifferent or unaware. I leaned against a tree to watch him quietly, his face thrown in shadow as the flames flickered. Dancing shadows flitted among the trees like tribal figures, thrashing and flailing. As he deadened to the world, a gentle smile spread across my face unwittingly as his face finally calmed and showed some amount of peace. I settled down to watch over him.