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Characters: Poseidon and Medusa
Date/Time: Monday Night
Location: Medusa's apartment
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: After a few days to cool, Poseidon makes a visit.


Poseidon had spent the last few days to himself. He'd hardly eaten, slept most of the day and not spoken a word to Chelsea. Mentally since corruption had left his head he'd mentally shut down. Anger like that took a lot of energy these days. He wasn't sailing the seas with a trident anymore, his mortal body still had limits---and this time it as used without his knowing.

He didn't feel the same omniance Chelsea had, he hadn't cared. Once corruption used his anger against him, Poseidon was only focused on what caused his anger. Since it left he'd needed time to collect himself again.

He hadn't meant to strike Medusa in the way he had.

When he knocked on her door tonight it wasn't forceful.

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She had tried to go to work today, lose herself in taking care of the new specimens. It hadn't worked. When she'd almost been bit a second time her assistant grew a spine and insisted that she go home because something was obviously wrong. She had never been bit but once before. She hadn't been happy, but she had to admit he had a point so she'd gone home before lunch.

Well, not home directly, or at least not for long. After destroying her laptop she went back out to buy a new one along with a new phone. After that however it was comfortable clothing, hot tea and silence. Blessed silence.

The knock to her door was surprising. No one came to see her. Part of immediately thought it was Apollo and that was trouble she really didn't want right now. It wasn't until she opened the door that she realized exactly how much trouble had arrived.

Seeing Poseidon her heart immediate began to race and she paled. "What do you want?"

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He'd dressed down, a pair of jeans and a button down shirt, hair neatly slicked back. He was making an effort, not there to distress her more. What had lingered in him was gone, though he was still angry and hurt. The fact that she could hurt him put him in a venerable position. He didn't like it, but he didn't like how things had turned the other night.

Medusa was lucky Chelsea had been there, without the girls intervention he wouldn't have cared and had a dead body to dispose of. Things had gotten messy and fast. He knew what he was capable of, but still had no clue what had grappled him.

He stepped up toward the doorway. He wasn't going to ask her to let him in, but the pause in his step showed he was waiting for the invitation. He didn't like waiting.

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She was scared. She didn't know what to expect. Her hand was practically clenched on the door and it was all she could do to not shake.

She frowned when he didn't say anything. The bastard could at least give her a clue! A small voice in her head told her to slam the door in his face, lock it and call Apollo. Her heart said something entirely different.

Finally she huffed and whirled to walk away, but she left the door open.

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He stepped inside still without saying a word. Whether she'd invited him in or not wouldn't have mattered as he'd have shown himself in either way. He had been hoping she was smart and not turn him away when he was making the effort to be less of an intimidation.

Poseidon may have healed her wounds physically, but he could sense her wariness. He closed the door behind him, the latch clicking with a thud. For a moment there was that intense silence and nothing else, straining and clenching silence.

"You didn't work today," he stated. It was a simple gesture in saying he'd attempted to contact her there earlier.

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She needed a drink if this was going to happen. If she were being honest she needed a whole bottle. She didn't have a full bar like he did. Her bar was a cabinet in her kitchen with some bottles of her favorites. Normally she'd go for a mixer, but this was calling for a glass of straight scotch.

"I almost got bit twice. I got sent home." She answered him flatly as she poured her drink making sure her hair obscured her face.

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She wouldn't look at him, and that just wouldn't do. He stood behind her, still tall no matter how much he attempted to be less intense. His height, his presence, it all presented a very different picture.

He reached out to pull her hair from her face, a much gentler touch than she was used to, nothing like the abrasive shark he'd been Saturday night. While her heartbeat continued to beat wildly, he could feel it in her pulse, his was steady.

"Mind somewhere else?" he asked in a hum, not taunting, not teasing.

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She flinched visibly when he touched her and felt her heart skip a beat. She was at least able to clamp down on the small sound that wanted to come out, keeping it in her throat where it belonged.

His question confused her though, forcing her to speak when she really didn't want to. "I d-don't understand."

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He moved from behind her to face her, bending slightly so that she could see his eyes on level ground. His hands pulled her hair back again, palms to cheek, fingers gripping lightly the back of her head.

"You gave your loyalty to me," he said in a voice that was almost far more human than usual. It wasn't demanding or short, it was stating the seriousness of that. He didn't want her at the hands of some other god, she was his. "Did you understand the seriousness in that?" He brushed a strand of hair back from over her eyes. "What that meant for me?"

He had been hurt in the same way Chelsea had told her. He may not be a man that many felt could even carry such emotions, but the years of raising a kid opened him up a little more.

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She was breathing a little quickly now and there was real fear in her eyes as he looked into her face. She held herself perfectly still except for the occasional shake that went through her. She had NO idea what was going to happen!

"Yes." Her voice was a barely heard whisper, filled her everything she was feeling. Fear. Regret. Love. "I don-..I don't know what happened. I said I was sorry but you.."

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He wasn't going to hit her, a manipulative bastard, but he wasn't anything but calm and steady right now.

"I what?" He was a jealous prick, when his things were touched he wanted them back or the threw them away. He didn't want to throw this one away this time. Or break it.

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"You. Hit. Me." He might be calm. He might be quiet but now that she said it her voice did break and her eyes filled with tears. "You hurt me! I don't know what is going on! Even with Athena and back when you were a true terror you never hurt me like that!"

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He wasn't going to get down on his knees either for her to listen to him. He stayed at eye level, giving her at least some part of him that was attempting to remain reassuring and not bullying.

His hand traced her cheek, the cheek that left no mark of what he'd done. He wasn't going to apologize, not in the way she wanted, he was too prideful for that.

"I didn't intend to," he said honestly.

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She would become more afraid if he did apologize. She'd know it wasn't him and could only guess at what kind of danger she was in. As it was she did recognize the gesture he was making and it hurt more since she didn't know what it meant.

"What am I supposed to do?" She shook her head just slightly as those tears spilled free. "I'm afraid of you now. Just like everyone else."

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His thumb massaged over her cheeks, wiping away those tears that clenched him when they fell. He didn't like that for some reason, and it bothered him.

"Why'd you sleep with him?" his question was in a voice like a hurt little boy. The revelation stung when she'd stood right here before and declared that Apollo was nothing to her.

His hand dropped when she spoke of her her fear, the same fear he could feel tremor beneath her skin. He shook his head. "Then be afraid," he never let go of things that he wanted, but Poseidon was used to only one woman ever truly loving him. Was he willing to give that up?

"I know what I'm capable of. Chelsea was there, I would never show her that." It was the only thing that indicated he was under something else. Something darker, something even bigger than himself.

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"I don't know!" Her voice hitched for hearing the hurt in his. When he let her go she slammed back the drink she had poured for herself then leaned against the counter, her hair falling over her shoulders.

"I don't know. He was all I could think about that day and when he suddenly showed up..." she shook her head leaving the rest unsaid.

"I don't want to be afraid of you."

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"Just suddenly couldnt think of anyone else?" he said shrugging his
shoulders with a slight stiffness in his voice. If she had no recollection as to where it came from he had a sticky suspision as to who may have been behind it. He stepped forward. "And what of Apollo
now?" There was a gravel to his voice as if it hurt to ask her that
question.

She nodded slowly, looking at the glass between her hands on the counter.  This was going to go just as badly as the last time!  She didn't want to be hurt again!  She didn't want him to hurt her again.  She still loved him, damn it!
 
"He wants to protect me.  He wants...me."  She was answering the questions as they were asked, not sure any sort of declaration of her emotions might help.  And she was afraid to look at him, but she was tensed to get struck again.

"He cant have you," he spoke possessively yet with a softness. The
more he heard the more it pissed him off. "And you. Do you want his
affections?" would he let her go: no. He was attached now
unfortunately.


She lifted her face to peer at him through the strands of her hair.  "Why are you asking me that?"  Her voice was breathy, hitching a little.  "I love you.  It was always you."

He crossed his arms holding her gaze. He was so hypocritical. Take
what he wanted but didnt give the same privlidges. He could do as he
wished, but his wildly jealous nature would not let her do the same.
"But you let him fuck you..." Now that damned sun god was involved.

This was becoming a circular argument and her nerves couldn't take it.  She huffed with an angry swipe of her hand under her eyes then made to storm out of the kitchen.  Unfortunately it would take her right past him.

He reached to grab her arm, not clamping down forcefully but keeping
her still. Giving her a choice wasnt an option but this was cracking
him a little inside. "I want you," he whispered--this time with no
spite or malice, just what he could give her.

She tensed when he caught her but what he said stopped her dead in her tracks.  Her lips parted in shock as she looked at him.  Yes, she did just hear that.  The first thing that wanted to come out her mouth was what but she realized how ridiculous that was so she went with the next word.  "...really?"

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"That's all I can give you," for now, possibly ever. He did want her and no sun god swooping in to taint what he'd so beautifully manipulated. Apollo painted such a beautiful picture, promised things, it was a mirage of things too good to be true. Poseidon never gave more than he meant to. He didn't lie, he painted no pretty pictures, but he was honest.

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That hurt. And she was growing confused again. Apollo offered to protect her, to love her, but he admitted that his love wasn't just hers alone. He loved everyone he considered his. How was that different from what Poseidon was offering? Semantics.

"You want me but you just want this." She gestured at herself. "There are plenty of beautiful women out there." She half sneered. "Like your secretary." Why yes she had seen his post.

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"How do you know?" he said tilting his head with a quirked brow. He stepped forward, arms still crossed until he was but a few centimeters from her. She'd seen him weak, seen him vulnerable, and seen a side few were ever given the opportunity. "My heart has only ever been for one woman," she knew that. His hand reached out stroke her cheek.

"Things change," he said against her ear. Chelsea had changed him. He wasn't proposing love or that he ever would love Medusa in the way she wanted---but she offered him her heart which most didn't do, which was why most had a shelf life with him.

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What he was suggesting got her heart going again but for a different reason. Medusa had never known hope. It was quite possibly forming within her now.

Her arms flew around him as the tears began to fall again, holding herself against him tightly.

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He could quite possibly hurt someone later for giving in to someone in this way. He didn't love women in this life. He lusted for them, kept them until he was done, yet this little snake was wiggling into that unknown territory. Poseidon didn't know how to treat women then as objects, he never had.

His hands cupped her face, lips caressing hers. He could never promise fidelity. He just knew what he wanted to keep. She was beautiful, she was useful, and she gave him herself. Sometimes even the lowliest of men needed that.

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Her breath hitched a little even as she kissed him back. This wasn't what she had been looking for with him, but she'd fallen victim to her own scheme. Something inside her was beginning to think that there might just be some sort of reward beyond what she had thought for opening her heart to him.

Shaky fingers touched his cheeks as she caught her breath and her mind prodded her about her conversation with Chelsea. "Listen to me. There's something you have to know. Something Chelsea told me."

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His face went cold the moment she mentioned Chelsea. "What?" He said rather sharply, his neck cracking as he turned it, hands dropping from her face. There was such an air of protectiveness that surrounded him at Chelsea's expense.

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She couldn't help the flinch she gave for that look on his face but she forced herself to keep speaking.

"She said she felt something that night. Something on you. Dark and heavy. She thinks you were influenced."

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His eyes narrowed, mind tracing back to that night.

"Something influencing me?" his lips pursed in thought. He seemed to pause as if the pieces of a puzzle were fitting together. But who? Who and what that he didn't even feel taken over other than his anger flared.

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"I don't know. That's what she said."

She looked nervous and kind of reached out to him hesitantly, but didn't touch him. "I thought you should know. Wanted to show you..I still have your back, baby." It was almost a plea.

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"She's been pushy since that night, telling me to eat and get out of bed. I've had a headache for days." His words were a vcal stream of thought figuring out that perhaps what she spoke of explained things.

He didn't say anything at her plea, his cheek pressing against hers. He kissed her forehead, that soft cheek, then her neck, hand cupping the back of her head. He could have laughed at that plea, weaknesses like that were amusing for him, but not this time.

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She slid her arms around his waist as she closed her eyes and just leaned against him, smelling him, feeling him there. Her voice was a murmur against his chest. "She was worried about you."

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She was soft against him, his hands on her shoulders , fingers riding up and down her back to her neck. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting her hold him there.

"I don't ever want her to see that side of me again," his voice was soft, a hitch of worry of his own. "I want her out of there should it happen again." If he hurt Chelsea he'd never forgive himself.

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She nodded making her cheek brush against his chest through his shirt. "I already made her promise to run if that happened again. Run and call me. She is convinced that wasn't you."

She knows the stories. She remembers back then. To a certain point anyway. Poseidon could be that ruthless and cruel, but something seems to have tempered him here and now. She can't help but wonder if it is a certain little girl.

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His hand stopped it's motion when she spoke again. "Good girl," he said quietly. Chelsea was his world, her destroyed at his own hand would ruin him.

At that point his phone rang, jarring them both from that calm embrace. It was Chelsea, and for once the two weren't at each others throats.

Poseidon looked down on Medusa as he spoke. "Make sure you're up for school in the morning. I'll be home to pick you up at six thirty." With that he shut the phone.

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She wasn't surprised it was Chelsea on the phone. For whatever reason the girl cared about her as well as him. Medusa wasn't sure how much she believed the things Chelsea was saying about her father's feelings, but it was looking like she might be right.

She looked up at him with her brows lifted a little in surprise. He wasn't making a move on her, but even if he did he wasn't the type to stick around after. "You're staying?"

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The phone was shoved back in his jean pocket, ignoring that surprised look on her face completely. "I've got other places to be if you'd rather I go. I've got no problem spending the night somewhere else," there was a slight tease in his voice.

He lightly pushed her toward her bedroom, letting her get comfortable. He sat on the edge of her bed, making no advance sexually. He was just there.

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...if you'd rather I go. Medusa got the impression he would if she said so. That was a first! She appreciated that and it went a long way to stilling her fears.

She lay on her side with her hair splayed out behind her over the pillow, and she held a hand out for him. "Stay."

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He moved up beside her, his chest pressed up against her back, fingers sliding into her hair sensually. He may not pressure her completely, but he expected some reward for his efforts here tonight. He kicked his shoes off, teasing her ear with his nose, lips against her neck.

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She pressed back against him, taking his wrist to encourage his arm to wrap around her waist. Her eyes closed languidly as a small smile formed for the attention.

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His arm encased her waist, lips pressing further against her neck. He pulled her hair back slowly, taunting her, sliding a hand down her shoulder, over the curves of her chest and pressing her softly against him. He whispered Russian into her ear, his calmness acting like a spell over her now.

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She let out with a gentle sigh, relaxing back against him. Before, the Russian would get a much different reaction from her, but right now it was comforting, reassuring.

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His breath was but a brush against her ear, his hand curling against her cheek to pull her chin over her shoulder, his lips taking the action he wanted. Just a little taste before she melted back into his arms and he cast another lulling spell over her.

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She smiled against the kiss, touching her forehead to his cheek after then settled her head down against him, slowly falling asleep.