Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Steve/Diana, Etta Candy, Jamie O’Reilly, Medea, Laura McKinney, Marvin Roth, Andy
Genres: Romance, Drama, A Touch Of Mystery
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
General Summary: When Queen Hippolyta sends a precious Amazon artifact to America with an Amazon guard, both cause Diana and Steve no end of trouble.
Chapter Summary: The search is on for Hera’s Chalice, and Diana introduces Medea to the Food of the Gods. ;)
Date Of Completion: March 26, 2008
Date Of Posting: May 14, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1200 + 1130 (Total: 2330)
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Dedicated to our hardy band of Steve/Diana fans! :)
Special thanks to jen_in_japan , whose enthusiasm for this project kept me going with a smile on my face. :)
All chapters can be found here.
FOOD OF THE GODS
The soul requires food,
Just like the body.
Is the soul’s food.
Diana entered her apartment, glad to see Medea reading on the couch.
Restless by nature, the Amazon usually spent her free time walking through Boston’s parks. Her presence on city streets had caused quite a stir, but few dared approach her.
“Princess!” Medea slammed her book shut. “Any news?”
Diana shook her head. “Patience, Sister. We will find Hera’s gift.”
“I hope so.” Medea scowled. “The son-of-a-sea-serpent who stole our sacred object will pay.”
“What are our clues, Princess?”
The Amazons discussed all angles, and slipped into easy conversation of home.
The clock struck midnight, Diana looking at it with surprise.
“I am hungry!” Medea declared. “I know you already partook…”
Diana laughed. “That was hours ago, and an Amazon has appetites!” Her eyes lit up. “Let’s get pizza!”
“Food of the Gods, my friend.” Diana grabbed her cellphone. “What toppings do you want?”
“What would go well on this…pizza?”
“Olives, tomatoes, broccoli, chicken…”
“I bow to your knowledge, Princess.”
A half hour later, the delivery boy was astonished to see Wonder Woman answer the door and numbly took the tip.
“It smells interesting,” Medea said as Diana closed the door.
“Don’t fight it, Medea. Embrace this culture. Or at least its pizza.”
Medea took a bite. Grudgingly she said, “It will do.”
Diana laughed and took a slice.
The pizza slices rapidly disappeared and Medea leaned forward.
“Food for the Gods, indeed, Diana. And now let us honor them in the ways of love.”
“Medea,” Diana said gently, “I have a mate.”
Medea scoffed. “What of it? Love is not for two people only, as Aphrodite says. Besides, it is not a real mating.”
“You sound like the homophobes in this world, Medea. They consider marriage between two women or two men to not be ‘real’.”
Medea took the last slice of pizza. “Two women together is the ideal, of course. I do not care what two men do together. Silly creatures.”
“And a man and a woman?”
“Princess, are you sure you are exclusive with this man?”
“We are for now.”
“How can you trust a man?”
“I can trust this one.”
“Oh, well. Is it not a Man’s World saying that woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle?”
“Steve would look fine in a silvery fish tail.”
“Perhaps your merman will solve the case, eh?” Medea snorted.
“Princess, we should scrutinize these museum people more closely. I shall accompany you tomorrow.” Medea stood. “Goodnight.” She went to her room.
Diana sighed as she cleaned up.
& & & & & &
The next day as Diana prepared for the exhibit to open, Medea stalked down the office corridor, nodding to the astonished secretary, and walked into Jamie’s office without knocking. A surprised Jamie stood.
“Medea, may I help you?”
“Are you endeavoring to locate the Chalice?”
“How much of a leader are you to have traitors working for you?”
“Silence!” Medea’s eyes narrowed. “You were entrusted with a holy object, James O’Reilly. Be thankful my Princess has a compassionate heart or I would show you what I think of incompetent men.”
Medea stalked out, barely restraining her fury. She slowed down as she approached the exhibit room, smiling at Diana.
“I will see you tonight, Princess.”
Medea walked out into the sunlight, heading for one of the parks in the Emerald Necklace.
Walking in the fresh air always helped. She sorely missed the wide-open spaces of Paradise Island. The close buildings of the city hemmed her in. She ate up ground with long strides, letting her anger fuel her.
Queen Hippolyta had been understanding, but Medea felt that she had failed her.
And Diana? The Queen’s daughter was far too trusting. She was besotted with her blond strumpet.
Medea was no fool. While she had no use for male beauty, she was aware that Steve Trevor possessed quite a bit of it. Easy to see why the Princess liked to keep him in her bed for aesthetic purposes alone, though Medea refused to think about what they did in the royal bed.
Sex with a man…it made Medea’s stomach curdle. She frowned, memories crowding in on her and she resolutely pushed them away, her hand clutching and unclutching the hilt of her sword.
& & & & & &
Laura ground out the cigarette in the dirt. She really should quit.
She looked up and saw Medea striding toward her. The statuesque Amazon never failed to impress.
“Hola, Medea!” Laura said with a twinkle.
“Hola, Laura!” Medea stopped and said, “Fill your lungs with fresh air.”
“Uh, yes.” Laura took a deep breath and began coughing.
Medea pounded her on the back. “Truly, Laura, you should avoid these awful cancer sticks.”
“You’re probably right, but I like a smoke…*cough, cough*…now and again.”
Medea lifted her eyebrows but said nothing.
“You’re here with Wonder Woman?”
“Have you heard anything?”
“No. Most frustrating.”
“It wasn’t even an abnormal night. In fact, pretty ordinary.” Laura coughed again. “Jamie was meeting Don Hegler, and our shifts were covering the museum as always.”
“You or your colleagues heard nothing?”
Laura shook her head. “Nothing but the shout of surprise from Andy, the guard who discovered the theft.”
“Hmm. I should like to speak to this Andy.”
“Sure, he’s going to be on lunch break soon.”
& & & & & &
Medea waited in the small pizza parlor several blocks from the museum. The smell of baking pizzas pleased her. One thing that Man’s World had that she would miss upon returning home was this Food of the Gods, as the Princess had called it.
The door opened, a little bell jingling, and the museum guard walked in.
Medea stood. “Welcome, Andy.”
“Hello, Ms. Medea.” He shook her hand.
Medea didn’t correct him. She was not in the habit of correcting Elders.
They sat at the table, Andy removing his cap and revealing thick, white hair. Tall and angular, he was slightly stooped as he leaned forward.
“Ms. Medea, Laura said you wanted to know about the night of the robbery.”
“Yes, I do.”
“I don’t know what I can add. I’ve told the police and Major Trevor everything I know.”
“Tell me, Andy.” Medea smiled. “I hope you like pepperoni.”
& & & & & &
Medea walked around Boston the rest of the day.
The more she thought, the angrier she got.
When she returned to Diana’s apartment, the answering machine light was blinking. Medea punched the button.
“Medea, I’ll be staying at Steve’s place tonight. I will see you in the morning.”
Medea stood with her hands on her hips.
Oh, yes, I’ll see you in the morning.
Enjoy your night with your blond strumpet.