OK so, this is answering the challenge that ibliniy set, writing 'Down in the caves' to write a FF about Medea. I have no idea how this is but here is my fic. It is my first ever fic, so please be nice to me, however feedback would be greatly appreciated! This is my take on what happens in last Saturday's episode where Jason tries to kill Medea but ends up knocking her out instead. This is all from Medea's point of view and anything in italics are her internal thoughts. Right then, on with the chapter (it is only a one shot)-Alexis J
Disclaimer-I own nothing, all goes to the BBC.
UPDATE- Edited by Irene Phthalo, the other Jellyfish Sister :)
Unconscious Feelings
The last thing Medea remembered was walking towards Jason, his sword at her throat. She knew that one wrong move could end it all. She was standing so close to him, looking straight into those gorgeous eyes of his and those lips she so desperately wanted to kiss. No wonder Ariadne fell for him she wondered to herself.
"You can't deny it," she said out loud to him, referring to the feelings she knew he had for her. She watched as Jason slowly lowered his sword, but she did not see him quickly raise it again to knock her out. She fell and was caught by Jason's quick reflexes. She could hear voices, but could not make out what they were saying. Was someone calling her name? She felt cool hands on her face; It must be Pasiphae she thought, although a part of her wished it could be Jason. She heard Pasiphae's voice ordering a guard to take her to her chambers and she felt herself being lifted from the hard ground so she let herself drift back into unconsciousness and dreams of Jason.
She woke to something cold and wet on her face and the healer sat in the old chair in her room. She sat up, the cloth sliding from her face and her head spinning wildly.
"Where is my aunt?" she ordered.
"Pasiphae is with the prisoner in the cells, but I must insist that you…" the healer tried to say, but Medea had heard enough. She strode out the door and down to the cells; she needed answers.
She found Pasiphae staring at the beautiful young man and decided to tread cautiously so as not to startle the older woman. Pasiphae heard her none the less and turned her head to tell, what she thought was a guard, to leave her be, but when she saw her protégé, her face softened.
"How are you feeling?" was all Pasiphae asked and Medea instantly replied with "I'm fine" although her head was still spinning like a spinning top so she went back to staring at how handsome Jason was; at his handsome features, his strong jaw line and his soft lips. Oh, how she wanted so desperately to feel those lips against hers, to fun her hands through his soft, curly hair. She was vaguely aware that Pasiphae had asked her a question about what Jason had said to her and it was only when Pasiphae had called her name that she answered, with the first thing that Jason had said to her about how she deserved to die or something like that. It was probably best not to tell Pasiphae about what she sensed and felt about Jason and how she knew he felt about her. So instead, asked what Pasiphae would do to him, hoping that she would not kill the man Medea had fallen for.
"It is not that simple" came the cryptic reply, which was not at all what Medea had been expecting. What wasn't so simple, that Pasiphae could not kill one of her enemies?
"Why?" she asked out loud, needing to know the answer.
"Because he is my son" replied Pasiphae and with that simple statement, realisation hit Medea like a charging bull. Her eyes widen with shock and her breathing grew more rapid.
I'm in love with my cousin.