Medusa

[After reading Martha's journal entry]


... I do not understand.

He deserved to die. He deserved worse.

And yet they did not kill him. Did not want to kill him.

She seems to approve of this. It seems like she was there. She did not kill him.


I do not understand.

Does she think of me as a monster?

Is she --

I saw her journal entry, she must be --

She isn't --

I was gone. I have returned. I am certain she is fine --

How is she?

Title: Watches of the Night
Word Count: 2,111
Summary: Taken from Chicago, Medusa finds herself on a deserted island much like her previous home. There are lessons to be learned, but they are hardly ever easy.
Warning: Animal death. Unbetaed.

Something I wrote before coming back in-game to the Rift, to explain where Medusa has been, how she's changed, and to make sure I still have her voice. >>


( At first, it is all over again and she will not open her eyes for fear. )

[she means Jack Harkness and Wes Gannon]

My name is Medusa, and I wish to help protect Martha Jones - from the dangers of Chicago and any dangers she may bring upon herself.

There is power in numbers and I believe we will be more successful if we join forces. If there are any suggestions you have for me they would be welcomed gladly.


... She seems to be held by a deep despair that I do not know how to battle with help.

I - I am outside the Conrad but it is no longer there. I think? I believe it was here?

And a man who looked like Desmond Descant but who was not has told me that Desmond Descant is missing - and we were -

We were trying to find you. In the rubble ... the destruction of the Conrad ...

[a lot of scribbled out words, furious black storms of lines]

What has Chicago done?

Are you all right?

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Yep. I'm doing it even though I'm not active right now, just yet.

... I obviously win. >>

What does a wedding mean here?

Who is

Is it for-

Why have I not

Do you know Martha Jones or Desmond Descant?

Title: She Looks Asleep
Word Count: 1,035
Summary: Just some of Medusa's backstory, and what she dreams of.
Warning: Mention of rape.



( I go to her temple to sleep. )

The Gods are malevolent and petty. I will do well to remember this and serve only myself, and my own safety.

Right now I recognize my weaknesses, my fears, but these all will pass. I will become strong again. I will never fear the Gods again.

Perhaps, this time, they will come to fear me.

He dares to call himself a man.

Oh, that Perseus would return and fight me, face to face, hand to hand, on equal footing - no gods or curses standing in our way! Whose terrible visage would be on shields and swords then? Surely not his. For he could not inspire terror as I could; he would simply be a simpering reminder of the hell that could befall a man should they ever dare take on a Gorgon.

It makes me fearful that I should remember so well - the flashing instant of waking before death, of opening my eyes only to see the slash of the sword and then the dizzying ascent as I was held above my body in that coward's hand.

Worse than all is ... the absence of them. The naught. The neglect of those I loved so well. The distrust and hate leaves only a burning gaping hole than never, can never, be cooled or healed.


The gods have abandoned me. Forgotten me. Tortured me, and all for what? For nothing. I did nothing but worship and respect them and this was how I was repaid. I felt her great Goddess presence there and she but laughed. I swear I can hear her laughing still.