Camera Shutters - nlpiersee - Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms (2024)

Chapter 1: So much for homework

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The wars had really messed up Percy’s life, if he’s being totally honest. Particularly the war with Gaea. Was it really necessary for her bovine majesty to kidnap him and put him to sleep halfway through his Junior year of high-school? But no, that was how his luck worked. He’d ended up having to repeat his entire Junior year while Annabeth was a senior and applying for college. Then the whole fiasco with Apollo being turned mortal. Yes, fiasco. Did Ares get disciplined for being a pawn of Kronos when he kept the bolt and Hades’ helm from the Olympians when Percy was 12? No, no he did not. Did Hermes get blamed when his son facilitated Kronos’ rise and nearly ensured their destruction? Again, rhetorical, the answer is no. But when one of Apollo’s legacies goes off the rails and tries to cause war between Greek and Romans, Apollo is still the one who gets punished. (Even if the oracles needed sorted, surely there was a better way to handle that?)

But, that has nothing to do with Percy’s currently neglected psych homework that he zoned out on now for the hundredth time. He drank the last of his coffee and continued down his odd memory lane, deciding he could neglect it a little longer. Annabeth had gone off to college in New Rome the next year while Percy had had to stay and complete his Senior year in New York. Which he was totally cool with as it gave him the time he wanted to spend with his baby sister. After a few months, Percy knew that he and Annabeth, mentally, were doing better than they had in a really long time. Apparently the separation helped them heal from what they endured in Tartarus. Most of Annabeth’s nightmares were of what Percy was capable of, anyway. It wasn’t healthy. When Annabeth came to visit over the fall break, they’d decided to end the relationship and try just being friends again.

Percy smiled remembering it. They’d gotten a few tubs of ice cream and a bunch of 80’s movies and spent the whole weekend getting back to being friends. Grover was there and complained about the lack of tin cans, but they caught him tearing up several times. He kept saying it was allergies but Percy could feel through the empathy link that Grover cherished the friendship they all had and was just really touched at how they fell into it together again.

A shutter click brought Percy’s attention back to the present. He looked around the cafe he worked part time at and, though there weren’t any new customers, the one who had an expensive camera was pointing it at him and taking pictures. Percy raised a brow, but decided to ignore it and stood to refill his cup. More camera shutters. When he turned around the photographer was smiling while checking his display screen as if he was excited about something. Percy checked on the few customers he had, refilling their coffee or drinks or clearing their dishes, before returning to his own cup. He had intended to sit back down and continue trying to do his homework, but the camera shutters never stopped. He sighed heavily and pulled the chair opposite the photographer out and sat down.

“Something catch your eye?” Percy asked, nonchalantly, one eyebrow quirked up. The man didn’t even startle and instead captured another picture.

“You, young man, are absolutely gorgeous. Breathtaking. Has anyone ever told you that?”

Percy grinned a crooked, mischievous grin before answering, “a time or two.”

“Well, you should believe them. I didn’t mean to interrupt your studies, but I have to ask, since you are here, if you’ve ever considered modeling? Or just doing a photoshoot? I have a shoot I’m doing and you would be perfect.” He smiled brightly at Percy who just stared back at him blankly.

“What?”

“I’m a professional photographer, obviously,” he noted holding up his expensive looking camera, “and I have a shoot I’m trying to schedule. I’d like to shoot you. It’s good money, a couple hundred bucks for an afternoon.” The man looked at him pleadingly.

“You’re serious?” Percy asked, and the man nodded. “Well, I have swim practices most afternoons, and then work here. But … I have Sunday afternoon off.” Percy wasn’t sure why he was considering this, but a little extra money never hurt.

“Perfect! Here’s my card, the address for the shoot is on the back. I’d like to start by 2, but you can text me when you get there and I’ll make sure to get you in ok.” He looked at the nametag that Percy was wearing and grinned looking up, “Percy.”

“I don’t know anything about modeling.” Percy blurted out.

“You don’t need to. It’s mostly going to be just standing around while I snap pictures. Pretty simple.” Percy mulled the idea over and drank some of his coffee, which the man snapped a picture of, go figure.

“Alright. I’m Percy Jackson, just in case you need the full name for anything. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you Sunday.” Sue him, he does impulsive things sometimes and this seemed like it would be an interesting break from the monotony of school, swimming, and work.

“Fantastic! You won’t regret this! I promise!” The man beamed at him so brightly Percy couldn’t help returning the gesture. He dropped a $50 bill on the table and left, still glancing at the images he’d captured.

Weird. Percy shook his head then cleared the table and returned to his homework hoping to make some headway since he’d apparently made weekend plans now. Styx. How was he going to tell Annabeth and Connor that he couldn’t hang out that afternoon? He could either lie, which he was terrible at, tell the truth and have them in giggle fits for hours, or … stretch the truth. Hmm. That might work. He sighed and focused on his paper, determined to get something done before the dinner crowd started showing up.

Chapter 2: This should be fun

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"Sorry guys, I know we had our usual meet up, but I picked up an extra shift. Thought it'd be nice to get a couple extra bucks, ya know?" Percy said it so casually he even believed it. It wasn't actually a lie either.

"Aw common, Perce! We were even gonna go to the zoo!" Connor whined, while Annabeth rolled her eyes, grinning.

"I get it, just don't work yourself too hard, ok? We're still on for lunch Tuesday, though, right?" Annabeth asked.

"No doubt. Wouldn't miss it." Percy smiled as he finished picking up his books. They only had this few minutes at the library as Connor did work-study there and Annabeth was always there anyway. "I gotta run or I'll be late and this psych paper took me longer than it should have to get done. I just might get a decent grade on it." Annabeth snorted, while Connor rolled his eyes this time before kissing Annabeth’s cheek and moving off to reshelve some books. "What?" He asked as he zipped up his bag finally.

"Percy, have you gotten anything below a B since you started classes?" She asked, eyebrows raised.

"No, but I'd like to keep it that way."

"Cut yourself some slack, dude, you're doing great. I better go too, though. That one doesn't actually work when I'm in his section. I'll see you Tuesday!" She smiled, kissed his cheek and practically bounced off to a section Percy avoided due to the number of math and architecture books that loomed there. He practically ran to class to get his paper turned in first. The professor gave him a small smirk and started the lecture once everyone had sat down and quieted.

It was Friday and he had a swim meet the next day, but he never got jittery or nervous beforehand. The real struggle came with restraining his powers while he glided through the water.

He won his races, no surprise there. His whole team did great taking most of the medals, so they all celebrated after with pizza and soda. No alcohol because they'd all agreed on no drinking during the season.

The next thing Percy knew, Sunday afternoon arrived and he was driving into town towards a parking garage by a large building with some serious security. When he pulled in with his beat up Prius, the guard looked at him skeptically.

"Um, Percy Jackson?" He said it like a question as the guard checked his log. He grunted and pressed a button letting Percy in. Once he was out of the car, he wasn't sure where to go. He shot a quick text off to David, the photographer, letting him know he was outside with no idea where to go. Soon, the man was standing at the door smiling so wide Percy was sure he'd made the guy's day. Maybe even year.

"You made it! Right on time, too!" He led Percy inside and directed him through several corridors that Percy was sure he'd get lost in on his own. "Alright, the clothes I want you to wear are in there on hangars, just get dressed and come out, we'll check your hair and maybe add a touch of makeup to make those lovely green eyes sparkle a bit brighter." Percy nodded and went in.

The outfit wasn't outlandish or anything. Very normal. Nice jeans, a button up shirt, no shoes though. The shirt was mostly white with some light green pinstripe detail running through. When he came out, he was hustled around to the hair and makeup people who tousled his curly hair so it looked more beach worn than normal and added some mascara and eyeliner.

When he stepped into the photo shoot area, there was a lot going on and he had to reign in his anxiety that had started to rise up. His lone earring must have glinted enough to draw the attention of David who whistled appreciatively.

"You look amazing. Perfect! Alright, just follow my cues and you'll do wonderful. I may step in and adjust you as long as you're ok with me touching you?" He asked, catching onto Percy’s anxiety.

"Sure." Percy cleared his throat. "Is it always this … busy?"

"Usually moreso, but I called for a few less today to make sure you were comfortable." Percy relaxed a little at the reassurance. He walked over to the backdrop and stood however he was directed, sitting and laying down a few times as well. He looked at a few of the shots and whistled himself.

"You make me look good." Percy said, nodding at the proofs.

"Not hard to do." David chuckled. "You did wonderful. Absolutely brilliant. I have Elise here, she is going to go over some things with you and work with you on creating a social media that she's going to maintain. It's pretty standard, but it's for the chance this does well. Which, in my opinion, it will. You'll need a PA, so Elise is going to do what she can until we can get someone hired for that." Percy nodded and was ushered back to his changing room where he dressed back in his things and met Elise in an office. She had dark skin, tanned more than Percy, with such a deep shade of black hair it was nearly blue. Her eyes were a warm brown, friendly, inviting, but also calculating.

"These are some release forms to use your photos for the ads David is doing, and this is for us to get you an Instagram and Twitter going. I tried finding you on social media but you didn't exist, so we can set your usernames as whatever you want." She was shuffling papers in front of Percy while explaining as he signed and initialed where she pointed. "I was thinking to just go with initials for the accounts so we don't have everyone searching for Percy Jackson and finding a couple nationwide manhunts from your childhood." Percy laughed.

"Yeah, my life has been … interesting. PJ works fine with me. I'd say it would keep my friends from finding out, but I have kind of a recognizable face, so they'll all know who I am. Thanks for helping with this." Percy smiled at her. She grinned back mischievously.

"If this garners the following David believes it will, you'll have the chance to address that. I look forward to working with you, PJ. I have a feeling you're going to be a lot of fun."

Chapter 3: They want me for what?

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Percy got the next Sunday off and he, Annabeth, and Connor, finally got to go to the zoo. Connor delighted in having Percy tell the fish and other water dwelling animals to do tricks. Which they gladly did since all sea creatures adored him. He enjoyed talking with the zebras as the couple wandered off a ways hand in hand. Percy smiled to himself at how much easier things were being just friends with Annabeth again.

It is good to see you smile, lord.

Percy chuckled as he pat the zebra who spoke to him. "I suppose it is." He agreed.

Do you have anything to eat?

Percy handed over some of the food he'd bought at the entrance along with a few other snacks he'd snuck in.

"Don't go telling everyone where you got this or I'll never be allowed in again." Percy stroked the mane, untangling a snag as the zebra munched the food from his hand contentedly. A few younger, well, younger than Percy, girls were standing nearby giggling and taking a few pictures of him. He looked over and winked, causing them to blush and run off. "Alright, I better let others see you. I'll try to come back in a few weeks." The zebra nuzzled him and then kneeled as he backed away to follow after his friends. He was used to ignoring the strange glances when animals did this.

The week passed quickly and Percy got a call to do another shoot two weeks after his first. They had also wanted him to come in after swim practice on a Wednesday for a few quick shots. He couldn't find it in himself to say no. The couple hundred bucks he made each time was accumulating in his account that he barely touched. It was nice having the money to do something if it came up. Though the makeup lingered a bit after the evening session the next day and more people were openly gawking at him now. Annabeth teased him saying it was a good look.

He somehow managed to do about four different shoots over the course of a month. Spring break managed to arrive without any issues and he was even ahead in his classes. Hazel and Frank teased him knowing how hard he worked for the grades. They knew he was smarter than he let on to most since they had that quest with just the three of them so many years ago now.

Instead of going out or going crazy, he spent spring break working in the cafe and doing a few more shoots. Aside from swim practice his routine stayed the same although Connor got him to help with a few pranks just for old times sake. After he'd gotten off one of his shifts towards the end of break, he got a text from Elise saying they needed him to come in as soon as possible. He didn't know why, but text back he could be there in an hour.

The drive was familiar now and the guard smiled and waved him in when he pulled up.

"Thanks Charlie!" Percy called as he passed by.

"No problem!" Charlie was a tall hispanic man with a strong frame. Percy came in a t-shirt one day and he had spotted the roman brand. Charlie was a legacy of Mars and kept in touch with family still living in New Rome. Charlie served his years and moved into the city. But everyone knew who Percy Jackson was. Anyone who had anything to do with the mythological world, that is.

"PJ! Great! Come on, come on, much to discuss!" Elise practically shouted as he neared the doors.

"Much, huh? What's going on that you needed me here on short notice?"

"Patience, young padawan." She smirked at him as they made their way to her office. David was sitting in one of the chairs and stood to shake Percy’s hand as they entered.

"Alright, out with it. Both of you being here is weird when we aren't shooting." Percy commented as he took his seat and Elise sat by her computer clicking a few keys.

"The ads you worked, are doing phenomenal. They absolutely loved you. But this is more about your social media side. Do you know how many followers you've gotten?" David asked.

"No. I don't actually check it unless Elise pulls it up while I'm here." Percy looked between the two and narrowed his eyes.

"Don't give us that look. Now. You've blown up on insta. People spotted you at the zoo and posted pictures of you feeding those zebras and patting them. They were adorable, BTW. But one shot made you look like a Disney prince." She pulled up the image and showed it to him. It was the zebra kneeling to him. Huh. Could he explain this away?

"That-"

"Is absolutely the most adorable thing, EVER." David gushed.

"People are starting to photograph you while you're out and about. Some of the pictures are of you swimming, so, I think it's safe to say your classmates know what you're doing."

"Ok?" Percy was still confused why he was called in.

"Now. We called you here, because there has been a request. A specific request, for you." Elise paused, waiting for his reaction.

"A request. For what?" Percy quirked an eyebrow at her questioningly.

"For a music video." She answered, grinning maniacally.

"A music video." Percy repeated to make sure he'd heard correctly.

"Yup. The hours are longer than you usually do with us, and it would be over the course of a few days. They start tomorrow so you'd be done before your break is over." Elise beamed.

"But … why request me?" Percy was genuinely confused. He ran his hand through his hair trying figure it out.

"Because you are ridiculously attractive and you fit the role they want. It's really not that much different from modeling, add in a little acting, but otherwise, very simple. We wouldn't have brought it up if we didn't think you could handle it." David answered.

"I … I could probably do that. I've never acted before."

"Not an issue. They want you, Percy. And they are willing to work with you to get it right." David added.

"Alright." Percy gulped. "I'm never gonna hear the end of this, but alright. I'll do it."

"Wonderful! Now, a car will pick you up and drop you off each day, no need to do anything but brush your teeth. Food will be available so you don't need to worry about that. And the pay is rather more than usual. We talked them up a bit to make sure it was worth your time." Elise rattled off and handed him a schedule. "I'll meet you there in case any issues arise and to document it for your growing fandom." Percy laughed.

"OK. Sounds good." They chatted a little more and called it a night. Percy got home fairly late and crashed hoping to get some sleep so he wouldn't embarrass himself in front of whatever singer wanted him for their video.

Chapter 4: Coming clean

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When the car pulled up in front of his apartment, Percy began questioning his decision. His anxiety was making it a little hard to breathe, but he had already agreed. It wouldn’t hurt to check it out. He took a deep breath before he climbed in the back after the door was opened for him. He’d only experienced a chauffeur anytime he was with Rachel or when Nico had his zombie chauffeur take them out and about. So, not often. He pulled out his phone that Elise had provided him after seeing his beat up one. After their conversation the night before, she had logged into his Instagram and made sure he could post himself if he felt the desire. He scrolled through some of the comments on pictures she had posted and smiled. Apparently there was a fan account already out there where fans would share pictures of him out and about. Some were of him at work, which made him groan. Great. Now they could find him at work.

>Hey, can you meet me tonight? I want to run something by you. <

Percy sent the text off knowing prolonging talking to his friends about it would only cause him more grief in the future. Best to get the laughing and playfulness out now.

>Sure! Me and Con can bring pizza!<

Percy groaned a bit. Connor would never let him live this down. Ugh.

>Great! I’ll text when I’m home!<

Percy switched his phone to silent as they pulled up to a studio he’d never been to before. The driver addressed security, flashed a badge, they checked a clipboard, then waved them in. Percy had grinned and waved at the guard who waved back looking confused. He thought he heard them ask their partner if they had just let PJ in, but disregarded it as the car parked. The driver opened his door, and he was promptly met with Elise smirking at him and handing out a coffee.

“You’re amazing.” He practically moaned as he took his first sip.

“I know.” She smirked. “Come on need to get you fitted in wardrobe and see what they have in mind for makeup. How do you feel about being shirtless? We’ve not covered that in your contract, so it’s your call.”

“Um. I suppose it’s alright. But no nudity. Don’t feel like showing everything, ya know?”

“Fair enough. There were a few things they were wanting to do that involved no shirt, so I wanted to check before we got there. We’ll put it in writing, but these are good people. I’ve worked with this producer before and he’s good with whatever the artist and actors are comfortable with.” She led him through a studio and past lots of other busy people all rushing around. There were a lot more lights and cameras here. Not to mention these were video cameras not just the normal cameras David used. Percy didn't notice the stares directed his way, and kept drinking his coffee. He spun around for a minute taking in everything. His ADHD acted up drawing his eyes to every corner. He turned around to follow Elise and promptly ran into a warm body.

“sh*t! Sorry!” He reached out to steady the person he’d bumped into with his hand not holding his coffee. Which had spilled down his front. “Ugh. Glad I get to change anyway.” Percy looked up to meet bright blue eyes staring at him in confusion. Something about them looked familiar, but he couldn’t place why. “Hi, I’m PJ.” He stuck his hand out, which the man who was still staring shook with a blank look. “Anyway, sorry about that. First time in a studio like this.”

“PJ! Come on! Wardrobe! Now!” Elise hollered from a door across the room.

“Duty calls.” Percy chuckled and walked off, the man still watching him, dumbstruck.

“Alright, let's get you out of these clothes and into the proper ones.” Elise grabbed a few hangers that were handed to her from some wardrobe person. “Try these on. They should fit. I sent your sizes over already.” She stood there expectantly after handing them to him. He rolled his eyes, handed her his crushed coffee cup and proceeded to strip to his boxers and put on the other clothes.

“Comfy.” Percy commented. He had tan cargo shorts and a black sleeveless shirt. She told him to keep his converse on, as they went with the aesthetic and they didn’t want him tripping and stumbling over new shoes. From there, everything was a blur of directions and action and listening to the same song, the same parts, over and over. They guy singing was really good, and Percy never got tired of hearing the song. He found it a little odd that they wanted him for the love interest, but didn’t question it. It was a song about trying to get the courage to talk to someone they wanted to know more. He did two outfit changes. One was similar to his waiter outfit he wore when working at the cafe, which made him chuckle. The director praised him for being the easiest model he’s ever worked with and demanded Elise tell him whenever he was available for more work. Elise smiled her knowing smile and walked off arm in arm with man as they, presumably, worked out further gigs.

He texted Annabeth when he was on his way home so she could meet him there. It had been a very long day, but he wanted to make good on telling them now instead of them finding out later. On their own. He was exhausted, but a nice kind of exhausted.

“Look who finally made it.” Annabeth teased as he walked into his apartment. She had a key for when Percy had a bad day and needed someone to help him sort out his mind.

“Sorry, day went longer than I expected.” He chuckled but sat on the couch, draping himself across it dramatically. “You have no idea how good this feels.” He groaned.

“I bet. So. Spill.” Connor said, chuckling. He had already moved onto Percy’s ice cream stash. Percy sighed heavily. Now or never, he thought.

“Alright, so I may have done something impulsive a month or so ago.” He paused.

“Nothing new there.” Connor chided, but stopped and hissed, grabbing his head trying to fight off a brain freeze.

“Ha ha.” Percy said dryly. “Maybe more impulsive than usual. Or rather a different kind of impulsive. You know how I haven’t really picked a major or anything yet? Just doing my gen eds and working?”

“Yes.” Annabeth encouraged, handing him a few slices of pizza. He sat up and took a few bites before continuing.

“Well, I was, ah, approached at work and asked if I would be interested in doing some, um, modeling.” Annabeth smirked at him with a knowing look in her eyes. “Oh my gods, you already know.” He accused grumpily.

“Percy. When you showed up with makeup to class that day, I knew something was going on. I caught a few people at your swim practice taking pictures of you and I cornered them. You are a remarkable match to an up and coming hot new model called PJ. I am glad you decided to tell us, though.” She said, offering him a smile. “Now. You haven’t spilled. What were you doing today?”

“I was, uh,” Percy took a few more bites of pizza and spoke out of the side of his mouth, which he knew she hated, “I was doing a music video.” Connor spit out his ice cream and started coughing. Percy rolled his eyes.

“Seriously?” Annabeth’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“Yeah. Apparently I was specifically requested. Have another day or two of shots to do, but it’s been fun. The director is already making plans with my PA to get me into more of their work.”

Percy finished his pizza and reached for more. Connor stole his phone and snapped a few photos of him eating and they chose a few to put on his social media.

“Alright, one more, then we’re done, ok?” He told the camera-happy pair. They all leaned in together and took one last photo to post. Annabeth and Connor each leaned in kissing a cheek while he grinned.

“Perfect!” Connor shouted and posted it. “You, Percy Jackson, are gonna kill it!”

“Thanks guys.” Percy’s face hurt from smiling so much. “Now go home. I need my beauty sleep for tomorrow.”

Chapter 5: Skaterboy

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Percy kicked his skateboard into a kick flip and kept going once he’d landed it. The parking lot was busy, with golf carts speeding around and people occasionally running from one studio to another. Percy had taken his shirt off and was using the board he brought along to play with on his break. He skated through the lot and kicked his board and flipped it a few more times, feeling at ease with the familiar actions. A few of the extras joined in when they weren’t filming, but he had been left on his own for the past hour and was getting bored. Elise was milling about taking photos every now and then as he flipped his board and skated past.

The singer that Percy was working with was watching, practically drooling over him doing his stunts. The director, Jonathan, had come out and gotten some footage as well. He’d asked Percy to do a few more stunts, and was rewarded when he crashed once, and the singer raced over to inspect him for injuries, looking extremely concerned for his well-being. He faux kissed a scratch on his knee and Percy laughed. He smiled brightly at the singer who blushed such a deep red, Percy feared he might pass out. He actually caught the man when his knees gave out momentarily. Percy smiled at him and gave him a small kiss on his forehead.

“You alright?” He asked with a crooked grin.

“Perf - perfect.” He answered, clearing his throat. “Thanks. For catching me.”

“No problem. Can’t let a distressed, handsome fellow, fall and get scraped up. You're still needed for more things.” Percy teased. The man blushed even more and nearly sprinted off.

“PJ, you can’t say things like that.” Elise chastised.

“Like what? I thought I was just being polite?”

“Ha. You flustered him, and you know it. It made for great footage, though. Jon was quite pleased.” She smirked as she typed on her phone.

“What can I say? Hard to let a pretty face be sad or upset for too long.” Percy winked at her and she laughed.

“Fair enough. Alright, come on. Need to get you cleaned up for a few shirtless scenes anyway. Today will probably be the last day they need you, but they may have you come in tomorrow to view the finished product and do any re-shoots.”

“Mm. Well, I’d hate to disappoint. Let’s get this over with so I can go to my real job.” Percy said, exhaling a long breath.

The shots were tasteful, just Percy laying in a bed with sheets bunched around his hips as the singer ran his hands through Percy’s messy curls and trailed his hands down his sides. Percy didn’t actually have to do much acting, just lay in bed while someone caressed his side and tousled his hair. It felt nice. He’d only ever lay in bed with Annabeth to prevent nightmares, he’d never actually lay in bed with a lover. But this pretending felt nice. He felt relaxed and at ease. It was actually fun to play a love interest.

Annabeth and Connor both text him all day trying to get him to spill on who he was working with, but he refused. He wanted to keep this to himself as long as possible. It was too much fun playing pretend in this place.

At the end of the shooting for the day, the last scenes, the singer had surged forward and kissed him. He closed his eyes and leaned into it, smiling, as the man ran his hands through his hair. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this easy with Annabeth. Maybe he was more into men than women. Honestly, he’d never had a preference one way or another. He was always more interested in personality. Though he did enjoy blondes.

“I suppose you have a type.” The man he’d ran into the first day said teasingly, as they wrapped shooting and Percy was waiting on his driver to pick him up.

“I suppose I do. What about you? Do you have a type?” Percy asked, eyes quickly glancing over the man’s frame, appreciating the muscles that he was sure hid beneath the tailored clothes.

“Eh. Pretty things do catch my eye from time to time. You have somehow managed to get everyone here to fall in love with you in less than 48-hours. It’s ridiculously impressive. Color me … interested.” He winked at Percy and Percy felt his face heat up. He hadn’t been flirted with this directly or intently in a very long while.

“Are you calling me pretty?” Percy questioned with a teasing grin.

“Please. Like you need me to tell you how good you look. You did a wonderful job. Honestly.” He paused and assessed Percy with an intense look. “You don’t recognize me, do you?”

“Should I?” Percy asked. But as he looked deep into the blue eyes, bright as the summer sky, he realized why he should recognize them. His mouth went dry. “Apollo.” He whispered.

“Mm. Well done, Perseus. Or PJ. I am pleased you have broken out of your shell. It has been a very long time since anyone in Olympus has seen you smile. I can’t express how happy I am to have been able to see it first.” Apollo looked at him with a soft, affectionate gaze that nearly had Percy melting on the spot. “Here. This is my card. My personal number while I’m here. When I reside here. Call me. Or text. Anytime you need anything. Whether you just want someone to talk to or someone to get a coffee with. I’ll meet you whenever, wherever.” Percy reached forward and pulled him into a hug. The god looked like he was ready to break into tears and Percy hated it when there was pain or distress caused by or due to him.

“I will. Please … please don’t tell anyone. I don’t think you would, but I’d … I’d like to keep this secret just a little longer. It’s keeping me grounded. Or rather giving me a new start away from all the craziness that became my life. I trust you, Apollo.” Percy felt his shirt dampen on his shoulder and felt a slight shake against his shoulder. “Shh. Don’t freak out on me now, dude.” Percy chuckled slightly as he rubbed the other man’s, the god’s, back soothingly.

“You’ll make it worse, just stop talking.” Apollo mumbled. Percy laughed and kept laughing, causing the other to join in.

“Listen, I’ll be by tomorrow, so work your magic and make a video that’s worth me being in the spotlight. I expect greatness.”

“Duh.” Apollo said with a wet chuckle. “ Alright, off you go. I’ve got a lot of work to do and lots of footage to review.” He gave Percy a slight shove and sent him towards the waiting car. Percy gave him a genuine smile and ducked into the backseat as Elise pushed a ridiculous amount of buttons on the phone in her hands from the seat next to him.

“I am so screwed.” Percy said to himself as he leaned his head against the back of the seat.

“That man is wonderful, and you two would make a wonderful pair.” Elise said with a knowing grin. “You’ll work with him again, I’m certain.

“Please don’t scheme. I’ve known him for a long time, but I guess I didn’t recognize him. Gods, I’m so done for. Annabeth will never let me live it down if I so much as go on one date with him.” Percy groaned, trying not to imagine what it might be like to have Apollo focusing on just him.

The rest of the night flew by, with Percy ignoring more texts from his friends. He tried to sleep but mostly tossed and turned. He tried to focus on the day’s events and how much fun he’d had, but the anxiety from being confronted with one of the Olympians had him spiraling. His mind twisted and he fell into the first time he’d met Apollo. Standing on the cliffs in Maine when Annabeth had fallen. Then he flashed forward to the train speeding west. But the train melted and he was in the throne room as those around him debated on whether he was too dangerous to let live or not. The dream, or nightmare, shifted and the gods voted to cast him into Tartarus rather than let him continue on. He screamed as he fell. Darkness surrounding him. Then, fire. He couldn’t get enough air in his lungs and he screamed as creatures with glowing eyes surrounded him. The manifestation of the Pit itself, Tartarus, stood before him, face swirling and pulling on his essence. His screams usually woke him, but he could not wake. He felt like he was suffocating and, finally, his eyes flew open as he tumbled out of bed and landed on his hands and knees, retching.

“Breathe, Perce, breathe!” A voice soothed. Rubbing circles between his shoulders, the hands were strong, yet didn’t use excess force. After several moments, he got his breathing under control. He glanced up and caught blue eyes looking at him concernedly while a storm, most likely a hurricane, raged outside.

“I’m sorry.” Percy said in a ragged, broken whisper. “I’m sorry.”

“Shh. Don’t apologize. Here, drink.” A bottle of water appeared in his sight and he took it gladly. Slowly, and with some help, he got to his feet and practically collapsed on his bed. He knew a bath would help him feel better, but was utterly drained.

“Thanks.” He said softly.

“None of that. How are you feeling?”

“Mm.”

“Stupid question. What do you need? I can run a bath or get your shower going if that will help?”

“Bath. Should help.” Percy rasped, still feeling drained from the nightmare.

“Ok.” And the next thing he knew, he heard water running and, by the time his breathing and pulse were under control, the water turned off. “Come on, up you get.”

Apollo guided him to the bathroom where he climbed into the tub and sank in, pajamas and all. Once he was completely submerged, he sighed with relief. The water helped ease the remaining tension out of his body. It was probably half an hour later that he opened his eyes and realized he was alone. He wondered if he’d imagined the whole thing. But when he got up, after draining the tub, he found his room clean of any traces of his nightmare, or retching, with a small square of ambrosia on the nightstand and a full bottle of water. He changed his clothes and lay back down again, determined to get a few hours of sleep before he went into the studio. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he thought he felt a warm finger touch his temple, and he fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

When light came through the window and hit his face, he woke feeling more refreshed than he had in … well, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt this good. He made a mental note to thank Apollo for helping him through the night. He never would have gotten back to sleep otherwise. He shot off a quick text before he could forget.

> Thanks <

He didn’t get a response until he was in the car on the way to the studio.

> For what? ;) I hope you got some sleep. Have a few shots to redo today, shouldn’t take more than an hour. I think you’ll like the finished product. See you soon. <

Percy smiled at his phone, then caught himself. Nope, absolutely not. He would not befriend an Olympian. Not after all he’d been through. He took a deep breath and released it in a heavy sigh. His life was never that simple, though. Oh well. Maybe this could be fun after all.

Chapter 6: Wrapped and confronted

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The wrap party for the video was more fun than Percy thought it would be. He didn’t think that they normally had such a celebration after every video, but didn’t argue. When the singer presented him with a new skateboard as thanks, he couldn’t stop smiling and blushing. He tried thanking him several times, but he just chuckled and said no thanks was necessary. Percy had helped him feel so comfortable that it was the least he wanted to do for him. Elise documented the whole ordeal and drafted the posts for his instagram for once the video was released.

“Percy! Please? Just give me a hint. I swear I won’t tell Annabeth.” Connor pleaded as he bombarded Percy with questions during his shift at the cafe. Percy just laughed.

“You can’t lie to her, Con. I’ve seen you try. Years ago you could. But that was when we were kids. You have not been able to keep anything from her since you started dating. You know I’m right. Besides, it’ll come out tomorrow. The video premier is happening tomorrow morning during some video countdown show. They documented the whole thing so they’ll probably show some behind the scenes stuff too. Now. Either order something to eat, or go to class.” Percy responded with a grin.

“You … are right. Fine. I’ll catch you later. Frank and Hazel are having a get together this weekend. Make sure you’re there or Hazel will think she did something to upset you.” Connor told him as he headed for the door.

“Con, please, stop spying on them.” Percy complained as he pushed Connor out the door.

“Anything for you, PJ!” Connor hollered as he ran off. Percy rolled his eyes and went back to work, only to find a few people staring at him.

“Yes?” He asked, as he stood behind the counter.

“You’re PJ?” One young man asked.

“Depends. Would that affect my work, or are you just wanting bragging rights?” Percy narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Oh, uh, no, I don’t want to interfere with your work. But, um, could I take a picture? With you?” He asked, cheeks tinting slightly. Percy smiled.

“One picture. That’s it.” Percy pointed at him, and the guy smiled brightly as he fumbled his phone and turned on the camera. Unfortunately, this made the other few people watching brave enough to ask for the same. Percy put his name tag in his pocket beforehand so that it wasn’t completely obvious who he was.

Percy was sitting in the student union the next morning, finishing up a worksheet for his biology class, when someone turned the volume up on a TV. He looked up and saw Annabeth smirking at him while the making the video scenes played. He rolled his eyes, but smiled crookedly at her. He tried not to pay attention, but it was weird hearing people talk about the project he’d been a part of. Finally, he put his homework away and stood next to Annabeth as she watched, enraptured. Percy had done well with not talking about what happened, so she wanted all the details she could get. It was strange watching himself on TV. Other students watched and kept glancing between him and the TV. Annabeth cried when the video finally played and hugged Percy tightly.

“I’m so proud of you, Perce.” She whispered to him.

“Thanks Beth.” A small crowd had gathered around them and some were taking pictures or videos of their reactions. “Uh, kinda wish I had your invisible cap about now.” He said softly.

“You’re PJ!” Someone exclaimed. Percy laughed nervously.

“That’s me.” He grinned, causing multiple camera shutters. “I better get to class.” Percy said quietly and started to make his way out of the student union. Annabeth drew the attention of the crowd after that by turning up the TV some more as the singer, director, and producer were interviewed. They all praised PJ for his professionalism, his warmth, and his good looks, of course. Annabeth gasped as she watched the producer, having figured out who he was.

>You worked with Apollo?! And didn’t tell me?!<

Percy inwardly cursed as he sat down in class having read the message.

>Yeah, sorry about that. I’ll tell you about it later. After swim practice.<

He crossed his fingers and hoped that she would accept it. He knew she wouldn’t be the only one upset that he spent time with an Olympian. He only hoped that only those in New Rome would see the video he did. That way he wasn’t having to explain himself to Thalia or Nico. Let alone Grover.

>Well done, Perseus.<

Percy smiled at the message. Then chastised himself. He could not let himself get sucked into the orbit of an Olympian any further. But, it was Apollo. He’d spent time as a mortal and was still fairly sensitive to the time. He’d started spending more time at Camp Half-Blood. Claiming it was to let Mr. D have a break and give Chiron someone else to talk to. But Percy knew it was because he didn’t want to be far from his children anymore.

By the time swim practice came around, he had successfully dodged most of campus. Apparently people were wandering the quad in hopes of getting a picture of him. There was a small crowd at practice, but he ignored them. His teammates teased him lightly, and his coach yelled at a few people who wandered too close to the pool.

“If this keeps up, I’m going to have to hire security for practice.” The coach grumbled as she released everyone. Percy had tried apologizing but she had just waved him away.

He really didn’t want to go home, knowing at least Annabeth, if not both her and Connor, would be waiting for him. He sighed heavily as he climbed the steps to his apartment. What he had not been expecting was Annabeth, Connor, Hazel, Frank, Piper, and Nico.

“Crap.” Percy exclaimed quietly as the door shut behind him. Everyone turned to him and each had a different expression. Nico looked like he was trying not to laugh, Hazel looked worried, Frank looked mostly happy, though slightly concerned, Piper was excited, Connor looked mischievous, but Annabeth had her poker face on. Nothing was displayed in her face. “Hi.” He waved slightly and set his bag next to the couch before grabbing a bottle of water.

“I was really hoping it would be longer before you found out, Neeks.” Percy complained as he flopped down on the couch. Nico had the nerve to laugh at him.

“Perce, the Aphrodite cabin has been obsessed with you forever, so you had to know they would find this and share it with everyone. Never said anything, cuz I figured you’d tell me when you were ready. Chiron’s pretty proud, though he won’t say it out loud.” Nico commented, kicking Percy’s shoe lightly.

“Fair enough. Alright, so who wants to start?” Percy asked, looking at each of his friends.

“Apollo. Really, Percy?” Annabeth said with a disturbingly calm voice.

“In my defense, I didn’t know he was involved until the end. I didn’t recognize him.”

“Still. An Olympian, Perce. You’ve caught his attention now. Apollo was never one to shy away from what he wanted.” Annabeth continued.

“I’m surprised Aphrodite hasn’t gotten involved yet.” Piper commented. “Though I suppose she’s more interested in your love life and not becoming part of it.”

“Woah, woah. Pump the brakes. Apollo was the producer of the song and the video. We aren’t dating or anything.” Percy defended, though he was thinking of the texts they had been sharing. “We’ve text a few times, but that’s it.”

“Oh my gods, Percy.” Frank shook his head, trying to hide his grin. “You’re texting with a god.”

“What?” Percy looked around confused. “Nico does it all the time.” He waved his hand in the boy’s direction and received a raised eyebrow in response.

“I text my dad. And Hecate and Thanatos. Maybe a few others, but they are not Olympian’s.” Nico pointed out.

“Fine. Look. He … he helped me through a bad night. I had a pretty bad nightmare after finding out he was involved with this project, but he showed up and helped me get out of my head. Helped me get some sleep. He’s just being a friend. I know any of you would have been here too, but you know I hate calling you when I have a bad night. I don’t know what he did, but it helped me get the best sleep that I’ve gotten in what feels like forever.”

“I get it.” Annabeth said after a while. “I really do, Perce. Just, be careful. Ok? I’d hate to have to threaten a god.” She gave him a small smirk.

“You should also know that Thalia wants to have words with you. So does Clarisse.” Nico said, while eating popcorn that he’d made earlier.

“Super. Can’t wait.” Percy said dryly.

“Show us the board, dude. I want to see what this guy got for you. Does it beat the one we got you for Christmas?” Connor asked, eating his ice cream again.

“Only if you stop stealing all my ice cream. Seriously. Just buy your own and leave it here, man.” Percy laughed as he got up to get his new board out. The others admired it and teased him the rest of the night, before deciding that he should get some sleep. Percy teased Nico before he left for coming without Will, to which Nico blushed furiously and eventually confessed that he hadn’t told Will what he was doing. That was going to be a fun conversation.

Chapter 7: Yes, mom.

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“Mom! If you don’t calm down you’re going to hyperventilate.” Percy laughed as his mom finally stopped her barrage of questions.

“Sorry, dear. I’m very happy for you, I am, I’m just worried. This is a lot of attention! Paul has been replaying the video constantly because Estelle wants to see her big brother doing his tricks. Chiron has been calling to see if you are doing alright, at least once a week since you haven’t reached out to anyone at Camp. Thalia and Nico were stopping through when the video premiered and the hunters found it very amusing, while your cousins were in total shock.”

“I miss Estelle. How’s she doing?”

“Percy. Don’t change the subject.”

“Sorry, it was worth a shot.” Percy chuckled. “Alright, well you knew I did some photo shoots. The video was sort of a last minute deal. It was, honestly, a ton of fun, mom. Though the stalking on campus is annoying. Only another few weeks though and it’ll be summer. I’m not even sure what’s going to go on, then. I mean usually I go full time at the cafe during the break unless Chiron needs me for training. I’m getting no closer to figuring out what I want to do with college, though. Is that weird?”

“No, dear, it isn’t weird. I always knew what I wanted to do, much like Annabeth. Just see where this whole modeling thing takes you. Have fun with it. I do expect to see you, at least for a full week, at some point.”

“Of course, mom. I’m planning on being there for the fourth so I can at least check out the camp firework display this year. Plus Clarisse said she was going to be doing the sword training and wants another rematch. So I’ll be around for at least a week, maybe two.”

“Good. I’ll have cookies ready.” Percy heard a small shout of cookies! in the background and knew Estelle must have walked in. “Yes, lovely, I’m going to make cookies for Percy.”

“Cy-cy!” Estelle screamed. Percy laughed.

“Tell her hi and that I miss her. I’ll call you later sometime, mom. Love you all.”

“Love you too. Bye.” Percy smiled as he clicked his phone off.

“Everything ok?” Elise asked, catching Percy’s wistful smile.

“Yeah, all good. Just miss home, ya know? This place is great, but I am a New Yorker through and through.”

“Hmm. There’s no taking the city out of you Especially that city.” Elise chuckled tapping away on her phone. “What’s this camp you were talking about? I didn’t peg you for the summer camp type. And sword training?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Mm. It’s where my bio dad wanted me to go once I was old enough. Sort of a family tradition kind of thing.”

“Did you know him well?”

“Not when I started going there. He’d told my mom I needed to start when I was around 12. That’s actually when I met him for the first time. To say it was awkward is a major understatement.”

“It’s nice that you got to meet him. I never knew my dad. Was raised by my abuelita.”

A comfortable silence settled over them as the car pulled into the lot. Percy waved at Charlie, who saluted him. David practically pushed him through the halls and into the changing room, while Elise laughed and went to her office.

“Hurry, now, PJ. Lots of shots today, and a few outfit changes, so no time to delay!” David hollered through the door before he started shouting out directions to his crew.

It was shaping up to be a very busy Sunday. He had gotten picked up by Elise from his house first thing instead of him driving in himself. She said it was so he got more sleep, but he knew she wanted to make the drive so David wasn’t causing her any additional anxiety. He gets a little worked up on shoot days anymore and she wanted a break before they’d started.

Percy had been texting her randomly to keep in touch. She was used to people being clients or one time contacts, so she was pleasantly surprised when Percy would check-in. He wanted to be friends. He liked making friends who weren’t demigods. They hadn’t broached the topics of family. Yet. It was new territory, discussing his family with mortals. Many were aware of his mother and baby sister and step-father. But only a few knew of his other family. If he was going to be spending as much time with Elise as he thought he would, then he was ready to take that plunge.

The shoot went well and Percy was exhausted when it was finally over. He sent a few pictures between David’s shots to his mom because Estelle had requested it. And anything his baby sister wanted, Percy gave her.

Chapter 8: Best Friend time

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“Grover!” Percy yelled, smiling widely as he ran and picked up his best friend in a crushing hug. The satyr let out a loud huff as his breath was pressed out.

“Come on, Perce, put me down!” Grover said indignantly. Though Percy could tell through their link that he wasn’t actually upset.

“No way. You’ve been gone too long so deal with it.” Percy said with a laugh, setting Grover back on solid ground. “Thanks for meeting me here. It’s been forever since I’ve been able to get out to a park and skate.”

“Yeah, I bet, Mr. Celebrity.” Grover teased with a twinkle in his eyes. Percy rolled his eyes and ruffled Grover’s hair between his, now impressive, horns.

“Come on, G-man. You can be my bodyguard when the fans descend.” They walked to the skatepark, arms across the others shoulders. Percy had always had trouble with touch, with being touched and not feeling claustrophobic. But it was never that way with Grover. Grover’s touch seemed to keep him more grounded and at ease than anything else. Percy liked to think of him as his own personal emotional support satyr, but he’d never say that out loud.

Grover sat on the edge of the park, shouting encouragement or teasing whenever Percy fell. Percy would laugh and get up and go again. He wasn’t the best skater, but it was something he always enjoyed. It was his escape from Gabe for the longest time. He would spend all day at the park just to be away from the man. Grover teased him at Yancy when he would get in trouble for skating down the hall when he was late for class. It felt like a lifetime ago.

“Yo, Perce. I think those fans you warned me about are here.” Grover called. And true to fact, a small crowd had gathered and were openly taking pictures of him as he skated around. First they were subtle, but then there were enough that it didn’t matter. Percy sighed. He had hoped to have more than an hour of peace with his best and oldest friend.

“Yeah, figured it would happen eventually. Let’s see if we can make it another hour before they get bold.” Percy said, skating a circle around Grover. “Maybe they’ll leave once they’ve gotten the picture they want.”

“Doubtful. People are obsessed with you, dude. Anyway, we can chill for a bit longer, but I take my role as protector seriously, so they better stay back. I’d hate to trample anyone.” Grover smirked.

“Oh, I’m sure you would.” Percy laughed and did a few more runs through the park. But after about 20 minutes, a few had decided to get closer and came into the park to get close up shots. Grover was getting quite angry and Percy could feel it radiating. He was ready to stomp someone, and, as amusing as Percy would find it, he didn’t want that. After a near miss with someone standing almost directly in Percy’s path, he skated over to Grover so they could leave.

“Let’s get some food. Watching you do this is making me hungry.” Grover said, while glaring at anyone that thought they could come within 50 feet of them.

“Sounds good, G-man.” They headed off and made for some food trucks near where Percy parked. “So. How goes restoring the wild?” Percy asked between bites. Grover lit up with excitement as he told him about working with the nymphs and various nature spirits to protect the remaining wild places in the world. Rachel had become an advocate for preservation, in direct opposition to her father’s business of destroying the remaining patches. She never openly discussed her family’s business, but she made it her point to use her platform to sell art with proceeds going to protect the rainforests and fund global warming research. Her and Grover made quite the team.

“Don’t think you’re distracting me from your new line of work, man.” Grover said, pointing a carrot stick at him.

“Wouldn’t dream of it. So. What do you want to know?”

“How do you feel about it? Instead of having immortals and gods watching your every move, giving you a quest every time they see you, you now have hordes of teens and young adults fawning over you. Don’t expect me to fall into any of those categories. I don’t think you’re that good looking.”

“Ha. Sure, G-man. It is definitely different. These people don’t expect anything of me. They just like looking at me, seeing me in pictures, that sort of thing. They don’t expect me to save the world, any world. Let alone one I didn’t know existed. The people I’m working for, though, want me to start working on a platform. Start talking about things that matter to me.”

“That should be easy, then.” Grover said confidently.

“Should be. It’s just hard to talk about, ya know? Hard to let people know about that part of my life. It took me a long time to not be worried that Paul would be just like … like him. The statute of limitations is past on what happened to me. Do you really think there are people out there who could benefit from my experience? There are already so many advocates out there, how could my story make that much of a difference?” Percy asked, shoulders slumping slightly.

“That’s the part that is easiest. You don’t have to be a demigod to understand and comprehend what happened. Just a person. There are probably more people out there who could relate than you think. Even if the statute of limitations is past. It doesn’t mean that it doesn’t still haunt them. Or you. I know you’re still worried you’ll wake up one day and this crazy life will all have been a dream and you and your mom are still hiding your pain. You need to share, Perce. It’ll help you heal.”

“Always with the wise words, G-man.” Percy teased. “I’ll talk to Elise and see what she thinks. See if she can help me word it right.” They sat in silence for a while, enjoying their food before they headed for the beach. They sat in the sand, Grover complaining the whole time about how long it would take to get his fur clean, Percy laughing and eventually running into the waves to get away from the sand Grover had poised to throw at him. He didn’t stay in the water long, to the disappointment of several sea creatures. But he was there with Grover and they begrudgingly understood. After some ice cream they went back to Percy’s apartment to watch a movie. It was a nice end to the day.

Or it would have been. If not for the nightmares that came.

Percy knew that talking about Gabe would only make things come back. He had hoped that the food and movie and company would be enough to keep it all buried. But he was suddenly nine years old again, home from another school for holiday break. His mom was working, and he was alone with Gabe. He didn’t know what he was capable of back then. He didn’t know he was the son of the sea god. He only knew he was a little boy who thought he was protecting his mom. Gabe had been in a foul mood, having Percy home always put him that way. He had fewer poker parties, fewer witnesses, Percy figured out later.

Grover woke with a start when he felt the fear through his empathy link. The whimper and crying confirmed his muddled thoughts. Percy was scrunched into a ball in his bed, trying to appear smaller than he was. Grover tried to move, but he was stuck. His own shame at not being able to help his friend when he had needed it ate at him. He could tell Percy’s emotions were getting out of control when he saw rain splatter the windows. The weather, especially near the ocean, was always tuned into him. Finally, Grover unrooted himself and moved to the bed.

“Perce. Perce, wake up! It’s just a bad dream.” Grover touched his shoulder lightly, but Percy flinched and curled tighter into himself. “Percy! Percy, wake up!” Grover knew touching him further would only make it worse, but he couldn’t think of what else to do. “Think, Grover, think!” he muttered to himself. Then he had an idea, it was crazy, but it might work. “Um, Lord Apollo? If you aren’t, um busy, I could use your help. It’s … it’s Percy. I know you helped him before-” Grover stopped as a golden haired man was suddenly standing next to him in the room.

“Another nightmare?” Apollo asked, going and kneeling next to the bed.

“Yeah. Not, not about our world, though. It’s my fault. I brought it up earlier, made him talk about it and think about it. Can you help him?” Grover looked at the god pleadingly.

“I can try. This is different. This hurt runs deeper.” Apollo commented quietly. He reached up and brushed the hair from Percy’s face gently, and placed a finger on his temple. “Shh, Perseus. You're safe now.” Apollo spoke soothingly. After a time, Percy’s body began to relax. The tension draining away.

“Thank you, Lord Apollo.” Grover said, feeling the peace overcome the fear of the link. “I’m sorry for calling you like this.”

“Don’t apologize, dear satyr. He deserves peace. He has had a rough life. If you sense him in a state like this again, don’t hesitate to call. I know his father would help as well, but I’m not sure how he would feel waking up and finding his father hanging around.”

“Mm. He’s not quite ready to share his current life with him just yet. Soon, I think. Just not yet.” Grover agreed.

“You’re a good friend. I’m glad he has you.” Apollo smiled at him before he was gone. Grover sighed. He hated calling on Apollo, but knew it was his best bet. He’d always had a thing for Percy, even when Percy was a bratty, insolent teenager. Grover only hoped he wasn’t making it worse by calling him. Who knows? Maybe Apollo was what Percy needed.

Grover sighed, ran a hand down his face, and went back to the spare room, determined to get a little more sleep before morning. If he was going to go to a photoshoot with Percy, see what it was all about, he wanted to be well rested.

Chapter 9: Internet Interview

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Percy was pacing in Elise’s office. She was busy typing away on her computer, doing whatever work it was that she did, Percy still wasn’t sure. He was biting his nails, and tugging at his hair, which had grown out a bit and he hadn’t had it cut in some time. She was asking a lot this time. It wasn’t just establishing a platform for what he believed in. Grover had tried getting him to sit down, but it hadn’t worked. Instead, Percy had sent him on a tour with another PA. He thought the photo shoot went well, Grover told him he looked wonderful, totally Aphrodite cabin swoon worthy. Percy had laughed and rolled his eyes. Grover had taken a few behind the scenes photos and sent them to everyone he could. Nico, Piper, Annabeth, both Stolls, and Clarisse. Just as Percy was wearing a hole in Elise’s floor, Grover came in with a huge smile.

“Yo, Perce, this place is amazing!” Percy stopped pacing long enough to grin at his friend, but Grover could tell it was strained. “So, you still deciding?”

“He is going to walk and wear a hole to the floor below me. Please, Percy, sit down, have some tea, and just relax for a second.” Elise groaned.

“Ah, yes. Classic PJ antagonism. Getting stuck in his own head until it blows up. Makes sense. He’ll do it. He’s just unsure of himself. It would work best if he could review the questions before the whole thing happens, though. Do you have a copy of them?” Grover asked, as he maneuvered Percy into a chair.

“Naturally. They’ve sent me the questions, and it’s just a YouTube interview, not a crowd like late night tv. Just the interviewer, myself and David, and one guest. Plus, if he isn’t comfortable with a question, he can skip it.” Elise commented and handed over a printed sheet of the questions. Grover scanned over them, nodding along as he read them.

“I’m not sure about the questions about his bio dad, those aren’t really necessary, but I’m sure they’ll be fine. They look good. Perce, take a look.” Grover handed over the sheet, and Percy glanced up, still biting his nails. His hands were shaking a bit as he took the papers. “When is it scheduled for?”

“Tomorrow afternoon. Evening can be worked if later is needed.” Elise stated, finally turning her attention to the young men. “David has a few close up shots that I’d like you to take a look at, from the music video and various shoots we’ve done that show some scarring that can only be caused by abuse. There will be a donation link under the video where people can donate to shelters and advocates. You’re helping a lot of people, PJ. People who felt trapped, like you and your mom did. You’re helping them get the assistance and help that they need.” Elise’s tone was sincere and encouraging.

“Ok.” Percy said quietly. He cleared his throat. “Ok, I’ll do it.”

“You’re doing a good thing, PJ. Trust me.” Elise said firmly. “Now, get out of here. Go have fun and do things boys your age do.” Grover grabbed Percy, pulling him from his seat and dragging him outside. The weather was turbulent, storm clouds had gathered and rain was pelting down on them. Percy turned his face towards the sky and sighed as the rain invigorated him.

“Come on, let’s get some ice cream.” Grover knocked their shoulders and Percy chuckled before walking off with him. As he smiled, the storm lessened, the sun peaking through and warming them. That night, they enjoyed vegan enchiladas, and watched Finding Nemo and Brave and Up, not necessarily in that order. They crashed on the couch, and Percy slept soundly. Grover didn’t because he was worried about Percy having more nightmares. At some point, he was able to fall asleep to the ocean sounds that played at the end of Nemo.

Percy was brushing his teeth, when Grover finally opened his eyes in the morning. He groaned a bit as he stretched. They went and had breakfast at the cafe Percy worked at, while Percy helped out, making their meal. Percy had said it was so they weren’t an inconvenience, but the staff just chuckled and let him do it. Though Percy was nervous, he still had a healthy appetite. They went to the skate park, where Percy wore glasses and a helmet to disguise himself as much as he could. No one bothered him, which was nice. Grover ate some snacks cakes he’d brought along, occasionally throwing one to Percy when he skated nearby.

“Time to go, man.” Grover called, as noon passed. Percy did one last run, doing a few complicated tricks, before heading to Grover, smiling brightly.

“Aw, man! Did you see that?!” Percy asked as he excitedly bounced on his heels.

“Yeah, pretty stellar, dude.” Grover chuckled.

“I nailed it! Haven’t been able to get that run like that yet!” Percy was talking excitedly. They went over to Percy’s car and made the drive into the studio. Charlie wasn’t at the gate this time, so Percy had to wait a few minutes longer to get through the gate for the new guard. He was already anxious, and seeing a new face wasn’t helping any. As he sat there, someone came up and pushed the button to open the gate while the guard spun around.

“Hey, PJ, go on in. They’re waiting for you. Sorry for the delay. I’ll be inside today, they’re trying to get a few more folks out here.” Charlie said, with a wave.

“Thanks Charlie!” Percy said with a smile. As he parked, Charlie walked up to him and eyed Grover curiously. “This is my bro, Grover. He was my protector.”

“IS his protector.” Grover said defensively, standing tall, crossing his arms.

“Fair enough. Charlie Paulson. Son of Mars, former legionnaire.” Charlie said, holding a hand out to shake Grover’s. Grover stuck his hand out and they nodded a silent agreement while Percy rolled his eyes.

“So, you’re inside now?” Percy asked as they walked to the doors.

“Just a little extra security for today.” Charlie answered, holding the door open. They walked through the halls, but Charlie guided them to another studio. Percy was still dressed and had a little hair and make-up done, before he was in the unfamiliar studio. It was pretty simple, there was a pair of chairs, some lights, and a few video cameras.

“There’s a place over here for you, Grover, and Percy, that chair there is for you. The man there, his name is Trenton, he’ll be running the interview.” Charlie pointed at the various places he was talking about. “Come on, I’ll walk you over and introduce you. Elise will be here in a while, she got held up talking to another music director and is haggling a good dollar amount for your participation.” Percy snorted, but smiled and followed along. Grover squeezed his shoulder before going to the seating area for him.

“Trenton, this is PJ, PJ this is Trenton. Time to get started gentlemen.” Charlie introduced them and after they shook hands, Trenton staring a little starstruck, he guided them to their seats.

“It’s wonderful to meet you.” Trenton said, with a thick southern accent. “Wow, just, wow. You look even better in person. So, you’ve reviewed the questions, if you’re ready we’ll get started?”

“Sure.” Percy said nervously. Charlie came over with a few bottles of water and set them down next to them, giving Percy an encouraging smile.

Trenton looked to the director who nodded and cued the intro music. Trenton ran through his introduction before turning and smiling at Percy. Percy smiled and thanked Trenton for having him. They started simple enough, how he got into modeling, what he liked to do in his spare time when he wasn’t breaking hearts. Percy laughed and talked about his love of skateboarding and how excited he was when he nailed a new trick earlier that day. His eyes sparkled with joy and his smile seemed to brighten the room, everyone leaning in as if to get closer. Then they took the turn to the more serious issues that Percy was there to address.

“There were some interesting scars that showed up in some of your shots during the video. They look quite old. Can you tell me about some of them?” Trenton asked and held up a few stills. Percy pinched his lips together, then took a drink of water, and let out a deep breath.

“It’s a long story. Starts back before I was born I guess. My dad was never in the picture, left before I was born. Found out later he left to protect us from his family, which I guess could be considered honorable. Anyway, It was always just me and my mom. Until I was about three. Mom got married. She, uh, did it to protect me. Keep my father’s family from being able to find me.” Percy cleared his throat. “The guy was nice for like a week after we moved in. He never touched us, at first. Just talked down, telling us how useless we were until he came along. Liked to tell me how much of a waste of space I was. How I should be grateful that he took pity on me. When I was five was the first time he hit me. Mom wasn’t home. She worked two jobs, so she wasn’t home much. He always kept it to where it couldn’t be seen. School never questioned it, because they never saw any proof. Started going to boarding schools in first grade so I was only home in the summer and during holidays. He, uh, the first time he put a cigar out on me I was eight.” Percy grabbed his water and took a drink.

“Take your time. I know this can’t be easy.” Trenton offered encouragement.

“Thanks.” Percy took a few deep breaths and ran his hand through his hair. “After that he got bolder. Wasn’t afraid if he left a mark where it could be seen. By then it had been five years of degradation and I had no one I could talk to about it. There was no one consistent in my life. Other than my mom. I found out later, when I was near 13 that he did the same to my mom that he did to me. He had threatened me enough times that he’d do something to her, maybe even kill her, if I said anything. He left after that summer I found out he’d hurt her. Never saw him again. Took some time for us to get so we weren’t muffling our footsteps at night, where we wouldn’t flinch at a sudden loud noise in the apartment.”

“Did you talk to anyone after he was gone? School? Police?”

“No. He was gone. That was what was important. Spent nearly ten years terrified and hiding. The damage had been done and no amount of police reports would fix it. It would just drag it out. We were already involved when he disappeared as no one could figure out where he went. I wondered, sometimes, when I was at boarding school, if I would just stay or run away, would I not be afraid any more. But I couldn’t leave my mom alone with him.”

“So why speak out about it now?” Trenton looked like he was holding back tears.

“It’s important that people who endure this reach out and get help. Get out of these situations. By the time we realized what we had ended up in, it was too late. We were trapped. Since we didn’t know anyone, no neighbors knew who we were, no one at school knew about my family. I never knew that what we endured the first few years was emotional and psychological abuse. Before he’d moved into physical abuse. I never knew about shelters and advocates. Never knew that there were other options. My mom didn’t either. A few years after he’d left, we found a shelter nearby and wandered in. Mom started going there once a week to do group therapy. There wasn’t anything for me. No group for kids. We could have gone through the police, there were enough emergency room visits it would be easy to confirm, but then what? Then I would still go home and then school. Nothing would change.”

“Did you ever go to therapy? Did you ever reach out to a school counselor?” Trenton was struggling to keep a calm air.

“Trenton, I went to a different school every year after the fourth grade. I went through seven schools in as many years. If I had talked to one counselor, I would be starting over at every school.” Percy answered, hands shaking. “There were a few people I talked to when I was older. After I was working on my final year of high school. My mom had met someone. Started dating. And it took me a very long time to be able to accept him. To not feel like he would turn into … into him . Ya know what I mean?”

“I don’t, but I think I understand.”

“Yeah, it’s not really a relatable topic. Not something you spring up over burgers and shakes. Like hey, how’s your day going? I am living in constant fear that my mom’s boyfriend is going to start hurting us, hitting us, threatening us, like my first stepfather.” Percy chuckled darkly. “It’s not easy. I had friends that had rough childhoods, ranaway at an early age, orphaned, and grew up on the streets. I had a bad habit of comparing our traumas and making it seem like mine wasn’t so bad.”

“That would be a tremendous swing to convince yourself of that. So. You have decided to come out as an advocate for families that are living in abusive situations using your own experience.”

“Yeah, I suppose I am. It took me a long time to understand that my life had value. Meaning. My friends couldn’t believe how self deprecating I could be or how little I valued my own life. How much I didn’t believe them when they complimented me. No one deserves to grow up feeling like they don’t have worth. I had it burned into me. How many others are going through the same thing afraid to reach out or try to seek help? It’s not always about police reports. It’s about getting somewhere safe and being able to sort of retrain your brain that you have worth. I’m not there yet, but I’m getting better. This whole experience has helped. Helped me see myself as me. As PJ. Not a victim. Not a survivor. Though I suppose I am. I donate a portion of each of my paychecks to half-way houses and survivor programs. It might be hard to believe, but we all know someone who has been in a situation like this. Maybe they got out before things got out of hand, or maybe they were like me. Maybe they were too young to know what was going on.”

“You’re very brave to come out and speak out.” Trenton said admiringly.

“Maybe. Coming out, whether it’s about abuse or preferences shouldn’t be scenarios where someone has to be brave. But that’s just my opinion. There are centers people can go to for support, and there are numbers to call that can talk you through the down sides. Through the depressive episodes. I have a few recommendations that are up on my social media, that I’ve used a time or two.” Percy said more confidently. He smiled at Trenton. “I know this was a lot. But thanks for listening.”

“It’s been my absolute pleasure.” Trenton said with a smile, though his eyes were still shining. Percy listened as he talked about the websites to visit and phone numbers available as well as places to donate. He thanked Percy for his time and story and the interview was over. When the lights finally dimmed, Percy saw that there were several people with tear tracks on their faces, though they tried to wipe them away when they saw Percy looking.

“Alright, one and only offer, group hug?” Percy asked as he stood up in the center of the room. Several people actually rushed forward and embraced him and were rubbing each other's backs soothingly. As the group finally went back to their areas, Percy joined Grover who was grinning crookedly at him.

“I’m not hugging you. But I’ll buy you pizza before I head out tomorrow. How’s that?”

“I suppose that’ll work.” Percy accepted with a put upon sigh. The night was shorter than they would have liked, but Grover had wild places to attend to. Lord of the Wild and all. “Come back soon, G-man. I miss having you around.”

“I’ll try. Take care, Perce. And, for what it’s worth, I think, whatever you have going with Apollo, might be good for you. For you both.” Percy blushed at Grover’s statement.

“Thanks, though I don’t know what you mean.” Percy lied.

“Sure, man. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Grover gave him one last hug, that may have been a little longer than necessary, before heading off.

Chapter 10: Netflix and Thai food

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“If you are interested, you could have your Associate degree this time next year. I’ve drawn up a degree plan. Take a look.” Ms. Hope, Percy’s academic advisor said as she handed a sheet of paper to Percy.

“Really?” Percy asked, eyebrow raised in confusion. He glanced through the paper and confirmed that he was close to the degree. An Associate degree of Arts. “You think I could get this done?”

“I think you could have it in one semester, not two, but I’m mapping out for two in case you want to space it out a little more.” She answered.

“Two might be better. Give me time to sort everything out. Plus it’ll give me another full year of swimming.”

“True. So. If this works for you, sign at the bottom, and I’ll ensure this is what you’re enrolled in for the next two semesters. Do the classes look alright? I put a few alternatives at the bottom in case you want to swap any out.”

“No, these look great. The acting course in particular should be fun.” Percy admitted with a chuckle.

“That it will. Those theater kids are a wild bunch, but their productions are top notch.”

“I look forward to it.” Percy said with a smile, signing the pages.

He couldn’t stop smiling the whole walk to the cafe. They were busier than usual, but Percy knew a majority were there to sneak pictures of him, not just to try their pastries or cheese curds. He rolled his eyes good naturedly and went about bussing tables, taking orders, refilling drinks. The work kept his mind busy and he was happy for the work. He was supposed to start work on a new music video the next day and he was a little anxious for it to be over already. It was a fun experience, but he didn’t like waiting around for his parts.

At the end of his shift, he bid farewell to everyone he worked with and snuck out the back in order to avoid the crowd that he knew was waiting for him. He put in his headphones and turned on his music as he headed for his apartment on his skateboard. It was a quick, easy method of transportation and he enjoyed it over walking. Besides, it gave him an excuse to use the board Conner and Annabeth had gotten him. As he approached his building, he waved as he caught sight of his friends at his window. Seems they decided it was time for dinner and a movie. When he was near the door, he was pushed up against the wall. His instincts took over and he had his sword out and uncapped in no time, with the person who had shoved him at the other end. His breathing was even, but his eyes had gone wild.

“Whoa! Whoa! I’m sorry!” The young man raised his hands in surrender, staring at the blade at his throat.

“Why, in the gods name, would you do that?” Percy asked through gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry! It was a bad idea, I see that now. I just wanted to get your attention. You seemed to like it in that music video so I thought that you would be ok with it. Clearly I was wrong.”

“Clearly.” Percy growled. “I don’t like being touched, especially without permission. I don’t know you. You don’t know me. No matter what you’ve seen in interviews or music videos. Pass word along to your friends. If you wish to speak with me, you can do so in a respectful manner. One befitting a former Praetor of Rome.” Percy lowered his sword, capping it, before picking up his skateboard and heading inside, leaving the stunned young man in his wake.

“Percy! We ordered Thai if that’s alright?” Annabeth announced, as Percy entered his apartment. He nodded, kicking off his shoes, setting his board down and heading for the kitchen. His nerves were frayed from the encounter outside and he needed to calm down before he burst any pipes in the building. Again.

“Hey, Perce? You ok?” Connor asked, as Percy entered the kitchen. Percy didn’t answer, just opened his fridge and grabbed a co*ke, popping it open and taking several drinks before responding.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Had a … fan assault me outside.”

“What?!” Connor nearly shrieked, before Percy shushed him. “What happened?”

“Some guy thought the best way to talk to me was to push me up against the wall like the artist in the video did.”

“That’s messed up. I’m sorry that happened. Go sit on the couch and pick out a movie. Otherwise we’ll be watching another documentary about Machu Pichu or something equally dull that Annabeth will undoubtedly choose. It’ll help you relax until the food gets here.” Connor told him, putting a hand on his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

“Thanks, Con.” Percy said, giving him a small smile. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Of course!” Connor gave him a blinding smile in return, and Percy rolled his eyes.

“Don’t flirt with me, Con.” Percy said with a chuckle.

“Aw, you’re no fun. Alright, alright, I’ll stop. Only because you’re asking so nicely.” Connor said with a wink, before giving Percy a small shove toward the living room area. Percy let out a loud sigh of relief before collapsing on the couch and stealing the remote from Annabeth before she started one of the documentaries she had queued up on his netflix.

“Hey!” She whined. He just stuck his tongue out and turned on one of his favorites, Julie and the Phantoms. She rolled her eyes and got up to get the food that was at the door. They had a fairly good night, good food, good show, and then the couple took off, leaving Percy to his own devices. He considered going to bed, but decided he would stay up and watch a few more episodes. He just really liked the music in the show and liked singing along. At some point, he realized he wasn’t alone in his apartment anymore, but wasn’t upset about it.

“Come on, then. Sit and watch with me, nerd.” Percy called over his shoulder. “But grab another co*ke from the fridge before you do. And maybe some cookies.”

“I didn’t realize you were so demanding of movie snacks.” Apollo grumbled as he sat down, handing a co*ke to Percy while eating a cookie of the plate he’d brought in.

“Hey, you showed up when I was gonna get up and get another anyway. You just saved me the trip.” Percy said with a grin, grabbing a cookie from the plate before focusing back on the show.

“The music that Kenny Ortega comes up with is just amazing.” Apollo stated between bites. “I mean, he’s a legacy of mine, so I shouldn’t be surprised, but still.”

“Should have guessed that.” Percy said with a chuckle. “His shows have always been my comfort shows. What I always wanted out of a high school experience. Though probably with a little less singing.”

“I don’t know. I could see you playing basketball like Troy, maybe even making music like Brady in the second Teen Beach Movie. I’m glad you aren’t a ghost though.” Apollo commented.

“Yeah, that would be kind of awful.” They sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching Julie find her way with her music while getting closer with the ghosts of Sunset Curve. Percy didn’t remember falling asleep, but he woke up to sun shining through his window and his alarm blaring from his nightstand. He knew he hadn’t gotten himself to bed, but was oddly comfortable still. No nightmares had plagued him, and he could smell coffee and pancakes. He got up and found a plate of food still steaming on the counter with a note from Apollo. After all, he would be seeing him in the next few hours anyway for the music video shoot. Percy groaned. He would not go falling for a god. Absolutely not. No matter how at ease he made him feel.

Chapter 11: Cousin time

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Thalia had an arrow notched and pointed at his face. Percy had his pen in his hand already, prepared to uncap it at any moment, but couldn’t help smirking at his cousin. Nico stood beside her with a matching scowl. Here he was, nearly 21, and his immortal 15-year old cousin and 19-year old cousin were cornering him. He was glad he met them in the sword fighting arena instead of in the big house or the commons area. Apparently they had a bone to pick with him.

“Any final words, Percy?” Thalia asked, eyebrows raised.

“Not as such.” Percy answered. “Though I’m wondering, what’s with the hostility?”

“Don’t play dumb with us, Perce.” Nico chastised.

“No playing anything, Neeks. Just curious why I’ve got an arrow aimed at me.” Percy grinned, uncapping Riptide as Thalia let her arrow loose and Nico raised his sword. Percy cut the arrow down and met Nico’s blade as Thalia pulled out a sword of her own. Percy couldn’t help but smile and met each blow as they came. There was a small crowd gathered as everyone enjoyed watching the children of the Big Three battle it out. Even if it was a play fight. “I suppose you’re mad I didn’t tell you about my extracurricular activities, yeah?”

“That would be a start.” Thalia growled, swiping her blade toward him, but he danced out of the way, and swung his own blade in her direction, only for it to be deflected by her shield.

“Maybe we need to have another talk about keeping secrets from each other.” Nico grunted, ducking under a particularly aggressive swing. Percy pressed the button on his watch and the latest shield Tyson had made him, sprung to life. He caught Thalia’s blade on the shield and met Nico’s with Riptide. They fought for a few minutes, none backing down, before anyone spoke again.

“You lied to me. About what happened with your step-father.” Thalia said in a low, dangerous voice. Percy met her blade, locking eyes with her.

“I didn’t lie. I just never talked about it. There’s a difference.” Percy stated, swinging his shield up to deflect Nico.

“A lie by omission is still a lie.” Nico commented.

“I didn’t want you to worry. It was taken care of. He’s gone. Isn’t that enough?” Percy asked, as they spread out again, regrouping.

“No. You know it’s not. You know what I went through with my mom, and you didn’t tell me you went through nearly the same thing? How many times do I have to prove to you that I’m here for you? That we all are?” Thalia launched herself at Percy in a flurry of blows, lightning dancing on her skin. Percy was used to being shocked by now, but it still didn’t feel very nice.

“We’re glad you felt comfortable enough to talk about it. Really. But we’re your family. You should have been able to talk to us about it.” Nico was angry and didn’t hold back. Percy was starting to struggle under the onslaught of lightning, shadows, and swords. He felt a tug in his stomach and water was coalescing around him, making a shield, almost, between him and his cousins.

“I talked to Annabeth. And Clarisse and Chiron. I didn’t talk to you about it because I was just starting to come to terms with what it was we dealt with. I’ve only recently been able to accept it all. Asclepius helped me find a good demi-god counselor. I’ve been healing. If you want to talk about it, I think I’m finally ready.” Percy answered, the water still swirling around him, keeping his cousins away. He slowly released his hold on the water, sending it back towards the creek. They traded a few more blows, this time less emotionally charged, and the fight ended in all three drenched in sweat, and another tie.

“I’m really tired of y’all fighting and not having a winner.” Will complained as he brought Nico a water bottle and a towel. Nico pressed a quick kiss to Will’s cheek, making the son of Apollo blush, before he took a long drink from the bottle and dumped some on his head.

“I think everyone’s getting tired of that.” Thalia said, watching a few campers exchanging drachmas.

“How’s med school, Will?” Percy asked, dumping some water on his head, sighing in relief as his body felt rejuvenated.

“Alright. It’s hard to sit through classes that you already know the information on. It’ll be nice when we move further along to the meat of it. I’m so ready to just be in a hospital working already.” Will answered with a sigh of exasperation, before a mischievous look overcame his face and he smirked. “How’s my dad?” Percy choked on the water he was drinking, trying to get his breathing back under control.

“What? Why are you asking me?” Percy asked, once the coughing subsided. Nico and Thalia narrowed their eyes at him. “What? I haven’t seen him since last week.”

“The last time we saw him was when he was Lester.” Thalia said with a glare.

“He directs a lot of the music videos that I end up in.” Percy said placatingly, but he could see Will’s grin and knew he didn’t buy it.

“So, he didn’t come by and have a Marvel movie marathon last weekend then?”

“What?” Nico asked, though his voice cracked.

“So? We worked hard last week on our last video, I started watching Iron Man, and he showed up with pizza.” Percy answered, not thinking about what he just said.

“Tell me,” Thalia said with tense shoulders and a stern look, “that you aren’t dating him.”

“It sounds like a date.” Nico added, unhelpfully. “We’ve done that.” He pointed between himself and Will.

“I don’t think it was a date.” Percy answered, uncertainly.

“Oh gods, it was. It was a date. Apollo is trying to date you.” Thalia said, dropping her head into her hands.

“No, no that’s … that’s not it.” Percy tried defending. “He was just helping me out. I had a nightmare and he helped pull me out of it. That’s all.”

“Perce, Apollo is the sun god. Not the god of dreams or peaceful sleep. How did he even know?” Nico prodded.

“I … I don’t know. Huh. I’ll have to ask him.” Percy answered, and pulled out his phone and started punching in a text. Will grabbed the phone from him before he could send it.

“No. Absolutely not. You are not texting my dad while I am right here. Nuh-uh.” Will started deleting the text, but then started scrolling up. “You are texting every day.”

“What?!” Thalia screeched. Percy felt his face heat up. He hadn’t meant for it to happen, but since the spring they had started texting more frequently.

“It’s-” Percy started but went wide eyed as Nico pointed a finger in his face.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. It is a big deal.” Nico grumbled, looking through the messages over Will’s shoulder.

“Fine. I won’t. Why don’t we go teach our lessons, and you can pester me with questions tonight. Alright?”

“Tonight it is.” Will announced, handing Percy his phone back and pushing Nico from the arena. Thalia grumbled and headed towards Artemis’ cabin. Percy sighed heavily and groaned.

> Thalia and Nico want to talk to me tonight about you. Said last week counts as a date.<

Percy shot the text off, and headed toward the big house. He needed to talk to Chiron before he met with the younger kids for their sword lessons.

> Wonderful. Well, tell them whatever you want. Just let me know so we’re on the same page. ;)<

Percy rolled his eyes.

> Not helpful, nerd.<

>lol<

>Fine, fine. I’ll text you tomorrow. You coming by camp anytime soon?<

>Will try to be by for the 4th. Tell my kids. Maybe I’ll see you?<

>Eh, I’ll try and squeeze you in.<

>You’re ridiculous. I’ll bring the co*ke.<

>You better.<

>See you, Perce. Tell the others hi for me<

>Duh<

Percy snorted as he put his phone away before heading toward Chiron who was waving him over. He loved teaching swordplay, and was excited that these kids were excited. It was always fun teaching kids who were interested and excited about this life. Being a demi-god. They’d all been pretty much left alone since they defeated the Giants and Gaia. Aside from Apollo’s brief stint as a mortal before he died and was returned to godhood.

Apollo had spent some time talking with Percy about it. He had held onto a lot of it even though he had become a god again. He was Apollo again, not Lester. But he still struggled with moving on and pretending things were ok like the others did. Percy had spoken with his father less than a dozen times in his entire life. The Giant war had done, probably, the most damage to their relationship. Poseidon was proud of him, he knew that. But he also was the one who kept the most distance between himself and his only demi-god child. Athena had been schizophrenic and still came to Annabeth. Hades had come to Nico, even if it was a depressing visit. Mars, Aphrodite, and even Hera had made appearances. But not Posiedon. Percy had yet to come to terms with all of that.

“Alright, there, Perseus?” Chiron called.

“I’m good, Chiron. Think they’re ready?” Percy nodded to the younger campers milling about in the common area.

“Were you?” Chiron asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Percy chuckled.

“Eh. Definitely not. I’ll get ‘em ready though. Make sure they know enough. When’s Rachel coming by?”

“Why? Trying to avoid her?”

“Nah. I’ve been involved in so many prophecies at this point, I don’t even care anymore. I made it past 20. I don’t think any of us thought that was going to happen.” Percy sighed. “I got her some new paints for her cave. Was wondering if she’d be here for the 4th so I could give them to her in person rather than leave them behind with a note.”

“You could always call or text her, you know. I know you have a phone that Valdez managed to make monster proof, and I know you have her number.”

“Been busy.” Percy said, nonchalantly. Seeing Chiron’s skeptical look, he rolled his eyes. “I’ll text her.” Chiron chuckled.

“She’ll be by around the 4th. Not sure if she’ll be back for the fireworks or after. She was fairly ominous about it.”

“Still playing mysterious.” Percy chuckled as well. “Alright. Well I’ll leave them in her cave and play it by ear.”

“Perseus?”

“Yeah?”

“Should I be there this evening for your discussion with Thalia and Nico?” Percy rolled his eyes, but felt his face heating up.

“No, Chiron. I think being interrogated by those two is enough for one night. We’ll talk tomorrow, if that’s alright?”

“Sure. Ms. La Rue will be here by then, so if that subject comes up while she is here, you know she will want to, ah, discuss it with you.”

“Yeah, I figured as much. It’s fine. I’ll deflect and distract as much as I can.” Percy brushed it off. “I’m gonna get these little ones lined up and see what we can do. I’ll see you at dinner tonight.” Percy said, and ran off to gather the younger kids who were staring at him with awe. He smiled brightly and marched them along to the arena. He caught glimpses of Thalia scowling at him, and Nico having a hushed conversation with Will and Kayla who looked exasperated, but Austin was thoroughly enjoying it. Percy focused on sword lessons and did his best to ignore everyone else. Even when Annabeth, Conner, and Travis showed up.

Chapter 12: Campfire conversations

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The singalong at the campfire that night had been quite the event. Particularly since so many older campers had returned to teach and interact with their siblings. Or even work out their own stress, as Travis claimed. Though Katie called him out on it and he couldn’t do anything but smile adoringly at her. Finally, Chiron hustled off the younger campers so they could get some rest before the next day’s training. He patted Percy on the shoulder before heading off. Percy watched him and debated on following, purposefully ignoring the glares from Thalia and Nico, the curious smirk from Will, and the mild curiosity from Annabeth, Connor, Travis and Katie. Kayla and Austin were in charge of getting the kids to bed so they winked encouragingly at Percy before they left.

Things had seemed so much easier a few weeks ago. He was meeting with Elise and planning out photo shoots and a few music videos. He was trying not to blush as David complimented him on how he looked good in everything with each shoot he did. Even Charlie had started texting him memes that he found funny now and again. At his last music video, Apollo had been there and they had chatted a long while. At some point Apollo had invited him out for coffee, and he accepted. Percy let Apollo direct the conversation since he seemed to have a lot on his mind. Apollo talked about Lester. About what he felt now after the experience. How much Meg was getting annoyed at his constant dropping by. How much he missed Jason, and prayed that he was completing his legacy at least partially admirably. Jason had had pretty specific designs in mind and Apollo did what he could to ensure they were as close as could be to what ended up constructed. Hazel and Frank had been mildly annoyed at his amount of involvement, but you can’t tell a god to go away. Unless you were Percy Jackson.

“I’m sorry I never told you about … about Gabe. It has taken me a long time to be able to bring it up and not get caught in a memory or flashback or whatever. I should have told you, Thals. But he’s gone now. Long gone. I’m sure your dad,” Percy points over at Nico, “has had him in the fields of punishment for sometime.” Nico narrowed his eyes at Percy.

“Your interview just said he was gone. Not that he was dead.”

“True. Are you wanting the story then?”

“Is that a real question?” Thalia asked, deadpan. Percy rolled his eyes.

“Do you guys know my story? How I came into this crazy Greek life?” Percy asked Thalia and Nico, holding up a hand to the others so they couldn’t respond. They looked at each other and shook their heads no.

“Luke stole Zeus’ master bolt and Hades’ helm of darkness. Kronos got into Ares’ mind, and had him take them both. Once the theft was discovered, Big Z got it in his head that my dad was responsible. I was at boarding school at the time, Grover was there, and so was Chiron. After I got home, mom took us to the beach. Montauk. But a monster had been sent after me. We were chased all the way to camp by ground beef himself. First week at camp went pretty normal, Greek lessons, various weapons training, and whatnot. I was claimed after the first capture the flag game.”

“Stop. You’re not telling it right at all.” Annabeth said in exasperation. “Chiron was at his school because he was being targeted and studied by a kindly one. Percy killed her. He wasn’t really a stand out in anything at camp unless you count when he practically blew up the bathroom on Clarisse. Yes, he was claimed after capture the flag. AFTER a massive hellhound showed up and nearly turned him into deli meat. Luckily he was by the creek so it healed him quickly. That’s when he was claimed.”

“It was crazy watching him sword fight with Luke. The memory is forever burned into my brain. It was great.” Travis added with a small smile.

“Once I was claimed, was when Chiron and Mr. D decided to tell me what was going on. They told me that Big Z now believed I was his thief and because I was born against the oath, I shouldn’t be allowed to live. Anyway, I went out on my first quest after less than two weeks at camp. In just under 24-hours, we were attacked by all three kindly ones, our bus was blown up along with our supplies, and we ended up in Medusa’s lair.”

“Percy sent her head to Olympus.” Annabeth added, crossing her arms and staring at him. Nico’s mouth dropped.

“You did what?” He managed to squeak out.

“I was mad. They were coming at me for something I hadn’t done. After the whole thing was over and thunder-pants had his bolt back and Uncle H had his helm back, dad sent the head back to me. I left it with mom so she could choose what to do. Use it on Gabe or not.” Percy grabbed a few marshmallows that managed to evade the bonfire, popping them in his mouth.

“So what happened to the statue?” Thalia asked, a glint in her eyes saying she wanted to smash it to pieces.

“Mom sold it while I was at camp. It was in a museum for a while. We used to visit just to assure ourselves that it was real. That he was really gone.” Percy rubbed a hand over his lower back where some of the scars were. Annabeth grabbed his hand and held in her lap to keep him from picking.

“I hope they have insurance on it.” Nico grumbled as he and Thalia’s eyes met, making silent plans.

“You had better not end up in jail, Nico Di Angelo.” Will said sternly. Nico rolled his eyes and told Thalia they’d talk later. Granted he said it in Italian and no one else understood, but Thalia smirked and nodded.

“No worries, sunshine. We won’t get caught.” Nico leaned into Will as the son of Apollo put his arm around the son of Hades.

“Ugh. You guys are too sweet. You need to go somewhere else before I get cavities.” Percy complained, munching on another marshmallow. Will raised an eyebrow at him, and Percy gulped. He forgot their earlier conversation for a moment.

“Uh, I’m gonna turn in. Gotta be fresh and ready for the kids tomorrow.” As he had attempted to stand up, he had Thalia’s staff in his face and Annabeth and Connor sitting on each side of him, holding him in place.

“Oh, we’re not done yet, kelp head. So. Want to tell us whatever it is you have going on with Apollo?” She asked, though the look in her eyes dared him to go against her. She was ready for a fight, but he wasn’t in the mood.

“Not much to say.” Percy said, swallowing his last marshmallow, squirming in his seat. Connor threw his arm over Percy’s shoulder and Percy tried to shove it off. This only made him tighten his hold. “Look, I don’t know why he started showing up. I ran into him when I was working on my first music video, and once I found out it was him, I sort of spiraled. You’ll vaguely recall a freak storm that sprung up early in the year on the west coast. I don’t remember the nightmare, but I remember a warm presence taking care of me when I was trying to get out of it. He was gone when I got out of the bath and went back to bed. He gave me his number after the video and said if I ever needed anything to call or text.” Percy cleared his throat and grabbed his water bottle to take a drink. “He showed up after you guys left one night and finished watching Julie and the Phantoms with me. We’ve gone for coffee where he talks about some of his issues reconciling his mortal death and regained godhood. Grover said that was who he called when I had a nightmare after the interview. I don’t know. I can’t explain it. He helps me stay calm, I guess.” Percy shrugged, but Thalia looked more intense than before.

“He’s dating you, Perce. He is, honest to gods, dating you. Or trying to. You.” Thalia said, pointing at Annabeth, “have you talked with him about this? I mean, a god, Annabeth? Really?”

“We’ve talked a little. But he knows what he's doing, Thals. He’s in a good place. The best I’ve seen him in so long, that I can’t remember. If Apollo is what it takes for him to be himself again, then I support it. I don’t necessarily like it, but I support it. So does Connor.”

“Yep. Absolutely.” Connor agreed, causing his brother to laugh and Katie to smirk.

“You would.” Katie commented, shoving his shoulder lightly. “So? Are you dating then?”

“We haven’t talked about it.” Percy answered, watching the fire. “I mean, would it be so bad?” He thought about all they'd done over the past few weeks. Staying up late watching movies, going for coffee and lunch a few times. Those were all things that people did ... when they dated. Percy grabbed at his hair, suddenly feeling anxious. “Gods, what am I thinking? This is a bad idea.” A slight tremor ran through the ground out from where the group sat.

“Perce? Perce, look at me.” Annabeth was calling to him, but he couldn’t hear her.

“Just-just give me a minute.” Percy felt out of breath and backed away from them for a minute, trying to get back under control. The trembling worsened, and his friends held onto each other as he tried to get his panic under control. “Apollo.” Percy whispered, not sure what else to do, and suddenly he was pulled into a hug, warm arms circling his waist and combing through his hair as someone murmured in his ear. He sagged in relief, and felt the ground stop shaking. Slowly his breathing came back under control, and he was able to stand on his own without feeling like he was going to pass out. “I’m ok. I’m ok, now.”

“Ok. Should I go then?” Apollo asked as he stepped back, watching Percy’s face for a sign.

“I’m good now. We’re all off to bed soon anyway. Thanks.” Percy gave him an appreciative grin, and then the god was gone. Percy walked back over to his friends. “Sorry. I, uh, I’m still trying to work through some issues about it all, I guess.”

“I’m glad he can help you, Perce.” Thalia said sincerely. “But don’t think for a second that I won’t threaten him if he hurts you. You deserve a bit of light after all the dark you’ve seen, cousin. Go to bed. We’ll see you tomorrow.” Percy nodded tiredly and headed for his cabin, leaving his friends all behind to discuss properly cornering Apollo about his intentions and to lay their threats out. He loved his crazy family, but he hoped they didn’t come at Apollo too hard. Percy wasn’t sure just yet what they even were to each other, and wanted the time to figure that out. As much as he wanted rest, though, it would not be. When he entered his cabin, his father stood by the open window looking out towards the sea. Percy sighed. He should have expected this at some point, but he was too tired to filter his mouth right now. He just hoped his dad would understand. A night full of emotional conversations. Just what Percy wanted. He quickly changed into his pajamas and brushed his teeth before going to stand by his dad. Poseidon would speak when he was ready, Percy just had to let him start.

Chapter 13: Father - son talk

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“Perseus.” Poseidon said, finally breaking the easy silence.

“Dad.” Percy responded.

“It’s good to see you doing well.” Poseidon said, but he sounded sad about it.

“I’m getting there.”

“I feel the need to apologize, but I don’t know how to even start.” Poseidon heaved a sigh that made Percy look at his father. He looked worn out.

“For what?” Percy asked, confused.

“For everything, Perseus. Apollo sent me the video of your interview. I had no idea you went through all that, my son.”

“You couldn’t.” Percy said, and held up a hand placatingly to his father. “You couldn’t know, dad. I wasn’t even supposed to exist. If you had done anything to take care of mom, you would have brought the attention of your brothers, and the others, to us. It would have made you abandoning us pointless. Mom did what she could to keep me safe. His scent was bad enough to keep me from being found by monsters for most of my childhood. There was no way that mom would have volunteered to have a different kind of monster in our lives. It’s not your fault.”

“I should have done more. Amphitrite has spoken to me once since we found out about the interview. She expressed her own guilt about it. Triton hasn’t spoken to anyone. They were both furious that I had another demigod child for so long, that this has shocked them both. Now …” Poseidon trailed off, expression sorrowful, “now they are trying to come to terms with the fact that any of my children could be treated so. You, and your mother, should never have been in that situation.”

“Dad.” Percy said, putting a hand on his dad’s shoulder, making him meet his eyes. “It’s in the past. I’m healing. Mom has healed already. She has Paul and Estelle. I’ve managed to make it past 20, when, at one point, neither of us thought I would. I’m alive, dad. I’m right here.” He gripped his dad’s shoulder and did something fairly compulsive. He hugged him. Wrapped his arms around his dad and buried his face in his neck. “I’m right here.” Poseidon gripped Percy, hugging him as if he would disappear. They didn’t speak for a while. Percy knew that Poseidon needed the reassurance that he was here and alive.

“Here I thought I’d be the one reassuring you that I was here for you. Not the other way around.” Poseidon chuckled, pulling back just enough that he could properly look at his son. “I’m proud of you, Perseus.”

“Thanks, dad.” Percy knew he was blushing. “You didn’t have to come here to talk to me about it, you know? Is there another reason you wanted to talk to me?”

“Not at the moment, no. I would like you to come visit sometime. I think Amphitrite and Triton would do well to see how you are doing.”

“I can come in a few weeks. Before school starts, and once camp is over. Is Tyson going to be there?” Percy missed his brother and hadn’t seen him in a little while. He had visited New Rome and Camp Half-Blood a few times to see Ella, but the trips were usually last minute.

“He should be coming to camp in the next few days. When you’re ready, he’ll guide you.” Poseidon paused, suddenly looking uncomfortable. “I’d like to try spending more time with you, my son. Perhaps I could visit you during your school year?”

“Sure. I think … I think that would be nice. I work alot, have swim practice, and my new side job. But you can tag along. If you want, that is?”

“I’d love to. Thank you, Perseus. For not hating me.”

“I don’t hate you, dad. I might have had mixed feelings when I first found out about you, but I’ve gotten past that. I don’t blame you. If Uncle Z hadn’t felt threatened and forced you and Uncle H into that stupid oath, things could have been different. Probably. You’ll have to be patient with me, though.”

“I can do that.” Thunder rumbled in the distance and Percy rolled his eyes. “I better go.”

“Yeah, before the drama queen gets his toga in a twist.”

“Get some rest, Perseus.” Poseidon put his hand on Percy’s head and he felt all of his exhaustion rush in on him. “We can talk about Apollo another time.” Percy would have probably blushed if he hadn’t practically fallen asleep in his father’s arms. Poseidon carefully lay his son down and covered him up. “Sleep well.”

Chapter 14: Just another day at camp

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“Perseus Achilles Jackson!” Rachel yelled in the dining pavilion.

“That’s not my name.” Percy said, pointing a fork at the Oracle.

“Whatever. I’ll figure it out.” She waved his comment aside, and sat opposite him. “First, thank you for the new paints. Much appreciated. Second, I need the name of your agent or PA or whoever manages your schedule, because I want you for one of my guests at a gala I’m sponsoring. One of my celebrity guests.” Percy rolled his eyes as she emphasized the word celebrity. “Third, you’re a wonderful human being. Never forget that.” She pointed at him with her own fork this time.

“Thanks.” Percy responded uncertainly. “I’ve got the card for my PA in my cabin. I’ll grab you one. I’m sure she’d be thrilled to hand me out for an evening, for the right price. Especially if I have to wear a suit.” Percy scrunched up his face at the thought. “Elise was only supposed to be my PA temporarily so if you know of anyone looking or able to manage my ass, I’m open.”

“I’ll do it.” Piper said, coming to sit beside him.

“Really? Thought you were leaving all the life of glamor behind. Didn’t you and your dad move back to Oklahoma?”

“He’s settled in, doing better now that we aren’t in LA anymore. Reconnecting with the tribe. I took some classes at the local college, but I'm not really interested in continuing. I know the scene you’re about to get dropped in. Thought I’d offer so you had a familiar face around. But if you don’t want my help …”

“No, that’d be great. Thanks Pipes. When you planning on coming out that way?”

“End of the summer. Get me a card for your peeps too, and I’ll reach out.”

“Cool. So, tell me about this gala, Rach.” Percy encouraged, and then Rachel spoke for a solid 20 minutes barely pausing to breathe.

“Wow. That was … a lot, Rach. I already said I’d do it, but if you keep talking, I’m gonna change my mind. I gotta get to sword lessons before the kids get too carried away. Pipes, I’ll text Elise and send her your info if that’s cool?”

“Yeah, sounds good. I gotta go meet Annabeth for dagger lessons anyway. Take it easy PJ.”

As soon as Percy entered the arena, he knew he was in for it. He started stretching at the edge before he was spotted knowing things were about to get very physical. After all, Clarisse never held back in a spar. And she looked very angry at the moment. She ushered the younger campers to the side as Percy finished stretching, cracking her knuckles as she came to face him.

“Hey, Clarisse. Good to see you.”

“Prissy. I know we talked a good deal. Shared some past traumas and all that. But now … now you’re dating a god. Modeling. Posing in music videos as some starry eyed lover-boy. And you never once thought to reach out and share your new found outlet with your friends. Your family.” She growled. “Well, pretty boy, I have some aggression to work out. Pummeling sense into you will be a nice outlet.”

“If you think you can.” Percy taunted, and barely had time to react before Clarisse was swinging her fist at him. He ducked and brought his arm up to block her other arm that was already in motion.

Clarisse had started making a big name for herself in the MMA world and Percy knew she could have him laid out in no time, but he was determined to put up as much of a fight as he could. He blocked as many of her attacks as he could, flipping up to his feet again before she could get him in a hold on the ground. Clarisse was toying with him, he realized. It gave him a burst of energy, as anger often did, and he was able to attack just as fiercely as she did. They fought hand to hand for a good 15 minutes at least, before she had Maimer III out and twirled it around ready to shock him. He put up his shield and pulled Riptide free and they battled for another 20 minutes. They were both drenched in sweat by the time Percy had his feet swept out from under him and the spear was leveled at his throat.

There was a collective groan from the side where the campers stood, but Percy and Clarisse were still staring each other down. Percy wasn’t ready to give in, and neither was Clarisse. He swatted her spear away and got to his feet, readying himself to start another attack, but when they swung at each other again, their weapons were caught by two more swords. They looked around and saw Thalia and Nico giving them both a look that demanded they stand down.

“You are going to scare the kids if you keep this up.” Nico said lowly. Percy finally looked over and saw the concerned faces, causing him to deflate and lose his anger.

“Sorry, Neeks. Just needed to work a few things out.” Percy rolled his shoulders and retracted his shield.

“We’re not done talking.” Clarisse muttered. “I’m taking over lessons today, go help Chiron or watch the lava wall.” Percy narrowed his eyes, debating on continuing their conversation, when he was pulled from the arena. He didn’t look to see who was pulling him, but let himself be led away.

“As incredible as that was, you should really not terrorize the newer campers so much.” Percy startled and finally faced the person who had pulled him away. Apollo just sighed and shook his head. “It looked like you had a lot of anger to work out.”

“Nah, just how Clarisse and I work. We rile each other up, fight, and then talk. What are you doing here? I thought you’d be by for the fireworks later on, not the whole day.” Percy capped his pen and slid it into his pocket, rolling his neck to try and release the tension he now held.

“Thought I’d come by and help prepare. Let D get today and tomorrow off.”

“Mm. Fair enough. I’m gonna go to the lake, try and cool off a bit. Wanna come?” Percy watched as Apollo blushed and tried to hide it.

“Sure.”

“Calm down, don’t need you swooning when I haven’t done anything swoon worthy yet.” Percy chuckled. Apollo rolled his eyes and shoved Percy as they walked, making him laugh. “Come on, I’ll race ya.” Percy took off running without looking, knowing full well the god could easily overcome him. Instead, Apollo reached him just as he got to the lake and tackled him into the water. When they resurfaced they started a splash war, that Percy would have won, if there hadn’t been a pointed cough from the shore. Travis and Connor were standing next to Chiron with a group of campers who were there for canoeing lessons and trying not to smile. They swam to the shore and dried with a thought before heading into camp toward the lava wall where campers were waiting on Percy. Apollo headed to his cabin to catch up with his kids. Percy knew when he reached it as there was a lot of excited shouting and he could have sworn he heard his name a time or two, before tuning it out with a grin.

Chapter 15: You and I were fireworks

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Percy climbed the wall carefully, trying to show the younger campers the best way to get up without getting too close to the lava, even though he was fairly fire resistant. Having survived a volcanic eruption sort of proved that. He rang the bell once he reached the top, and was going to start climbing back down, but stopped when he realized he wasn’t alone. He spotted Leo leaning back, legs stretched out, as he tinkered with something small from his tool belt.

“‘Sup Zuko.” Percy called casually, watching as Leo snorted and continued moving his hands.

“Does that make you Katara, then?”

“Nah. I’m more like Aang. What are you doing up here? Shouldn’t you be finishing the fireworks with the rest of your cabin?” Percy sat down and dangled his legs over the edge.

“Everything’s all set. They’re putting everything into place now. Figured I’d let the younger kids get more experience this year.” Leon seemed down, and Percy wondered if he would talk or if he just wanted to sit in silence for a little while, so he waited. “Watched your interview.”

“Yeah?” Percy encouraged, waiting for Leo to open up.

“Seems we have more in common than I thought. I had a few foster homes that did the same thing to the kids that came through. Always ran away though. After my mom died, there wasn’t anybody that I needed to stick around for, ya know? You took on a lot of responsibility for someone so young. Maybe we should start our own support group. I’m sure there are kids here that have gone through something similar at one point or another.”

“I hadn’t thought about that. I’ll talk to Chiron. See if he’ll let me get something going. Wanna help?” Leo shrugged, but his hands paused.

“Don’t know that I’ll be around long, but I can help break some of the tension.”

“Whoever said humor wasn’t a weapon clearly hasn’t had to use it as one.” Percy said with a crooked grin. Leo smiled, finally.

“Too true, aquaman. Too true. You better get down and guide those heroes up so they don’t get scorched. Not all of us can be immune or semi-immune to fire.”

“We’re so lucky.” Percy said deadpanned, and Leo finally laughed, hunching over as his shoulders shook. “Alright, I’ll see ya later, Zuko.” Percy smiled and picked his way down then started guiding the newer campers, while letting the experienced campers race.

Overall it was a good 4th of July. Everything was always more relaxed when Apollo decided to take over director duties. Percy dug his phone out after a shower, before the fireworks and shot a text to Elise about Piper and Rachel’s request for his appearance. Elise called a minute later and was practically screaming her excitement through the phone. Before Percy could get off the phone, she started setting up his appointments for getting fitted for a suit. He opened the door at a knock, while she continued talking.

“Actually, here’s Piper now. She will be more than happy to go over all these details with you.” Percy handed the phone to the girl, who rolled her eyes and accepted it, walking off with Percy heading toward the beach. Rachel had joined Piper at one point and Percy nearly took off at a run when he saw them putting the phone on speaker and talking animatedly.

“Trying to run away?” Apollo asked quietly, spotting the girls.

“No use. They’ll just pin me down later if I do.”

“True.” They stood on the beach watching as the campers all sat down preparing for the display. Piper and Rachel eventually made it back, sitting down with Annabeth, Connor, Travis, Katie, Leo and Calypso. Thalia sat by Nico, with Will on his other side, while they subtly watched Percy and Apollo. Once the fireworks started, no one paid them any mind. Apollo nudged Percy’s shoulder and motioned him towards the woods. When they neared the trees, Apollo handed over a co*ke that was ice cold. Percy grinned in thanks. They walked for a little bit, just listening to the fireworks and enjoying their drinks.

“So.” Percy started, not sure where to take the conversation.

“So.” Apollo repeated, trying not to smile.

“Is this a bad idea?” Percy asked quietly.

“Probably.” Apollo said with a resigned sigh. Percy hummed, and reached over slowly, interlocking his fingers with the god.

“Probably.” Percy agreed.

Apollo took their cans and made them disappear when they were done. They walked for a little while before heading back towards the cabins. The fireworks were still going, so they just stood quietly watching. Apollo leaned into Percy, and Percy smiled softly.

“This is definitely a bad idea.” Percy said quietly.

“Absolutely.” Apollo agreed with a shy smile. Neither one knew who moved first, but their lips met as the final fireworks went off. It was very rom-com cliche, but neither one was paying attention. Percy leaned into Apollo and had the god backed up against a tree. It was a great kiss, and Percy couldn’t stop himself. Not that Apollo put up any sort of fight. Apollo had hooked his fingers through the belt loops on Percy’s shorts and pulled him as close as he could.

They broke apart at the sudden applause from several campers who had spotted them, giving them an unexpected audience. Percy watched Apollo in slight shock before clearing his throat and chasing the onlookers away and back to their cabins. Apollo was frozen against the tree, before Will snapped his fingers in his face bringing him back to Earth.

“Go get some rest, dad. Don’t need you short circuiting every time Percy’s around now.” Will said with a chuckle.

“You mean like you do around Nico?” Apollo teased, but it fell flat. Will raised an eyebrow at him. “Fine, fine. Go to bed, William. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Apollo waved him off and headed for the big house. Percy was watching him go, when their eyes met, each smiled, before turning back to their destinations.

Chapter 16: Spa day

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Percy sat in his massage chair, Estelle on one side, his mom on the other and smiled. While manicures and pedicures weren’t really his thing, he had to admit it was nice. Especially when he watched his baby sister light up when he let her pick the polish colors for him. He had a few little barrets in his hair that she had put in for their day out together. The women in the shop thought it was adorable how he let her pick everything. He laughed as she giggled when the lady tickled her feet.

“This was a wonderful idea, Percy. I’m glad you decided to come along.” Sally said, leaning back and letting the chair work it’s magic.

“Well, I couldn’t very well turn the princess down, now could I?” Sally laughed and Estelle nodded. She knew it was true.

“So. Tell me what’s bothering you.” Sally said, grabbing Percy’s hand. He sighed. He should have known he couldn’t hide things from her.

“How did you decide that you wanted to be with dad? I mean, you knew what he was, but did that, like, bother you at all?” He asked, looking over at her.

“Oh, Percy. I don’t really know how to answer. I suppose, I knew he would leave, in the grand scheme of it all, but I didn’t want that to keep me from having the time of my life while I could. We had fun together. Never talked about the future, since I knew I couldn’t be in his. Not really. He had a kingdom to run.” She sighed. “Don’t let the fear of what could or couldn’t happen keep you from trying. Besides, I got you out of it.” Percy smiled.

“Hm. I suppose that makes sense. It feels like a bad idea, ya know? Spending time with him. Getting as close as we’ve gotten. But it’s been easy and fun. I just know it can’t last.” Percy sighed and squeezed his mom’s hand. “It’s a bad idea, isn’t it?”

“It is what it is, dear. You like him, he likes you; that’s all that should matter for now. Besides, he would have to deal with your father’s wrath if anything happened to you.”

“Maybe.” Percy, Sally, and Estelle got up to go sit under the little lamps so their toes could dry. “He asked if he could spend time with me. Dad did.”

“And you aren’t sure you’re ready to forgive and forget.” Sally said softly.

“Yeah. I mean, he’s spoken to me, what, twice now? Maybe three times? Since I disappeared from home all those years ago? I just … don’t know what I’m supposed to think. He claimed me, talked to me a few times, admitted he was proud of me, and then almost nothing. I have no idea what he’s expecting or if I can keep my temper down.”

“He just wants to get to know you better. He missed most of your life. All his other children, from before, he was always a part of their lives. He couldn’t be there for you, and it probably killed him to stay away. Watching you from a distance, while hoping not to draw the rest of the families’ attention. Give him a chance to know you now.”

“I suppose.” Percy chewed his lip. “Coach was talking to me about doing Olympic trials this year.”

“Really?” Sally looked at him in shock and pride. “I bet you’ll do wonderful.” Percy rolled his eyes.

“Probably. What do you think, Estelle? Should I try to go to the Olympics?”

“Only if you take me too.” She said with a blinding smile.

“Well, duh. I need my lucky charm.”

“Ok. Then … yes. We can do matching toes again!” She squealed. He laughed.

“Anything you want.” Percy kissed her head.

They slipped their shoes on and started walking back to their apartment, but decided to grab a coffee first. Percy ordered a sweet frappuccino thing for Estelle, his mom had a blended caramel macchiato, and Percy was still deciding when someone bumped into him. He turned in time to catch Apollo, who his mom had shoved in his direction.

“Mom, I don’t think that was necessary.” Percy said, helping Apollo stand back up. He ordered his drink and looked at Apollo, gesturing for him to order as well. He ordered and they went to wait by the counter for their drinks to be ready. Estelle was staring at Apollo with narrowed eyes, while Percy was complaining to his mom for her interference.

“You like Cy-Cy.” Estelle said, in a no-nonsense voice.

“I, yes, I do.” Apollo answered with a grin, trying not to laugh at the cute name.

“Be nice to my brother. Or else.” She said, glaring as much as a pre-k kid could glare. She continued to stare him down, and Apollo looked like he was ready to duck for cover, until Percy knelt down and pulled Estelle onto his shoulders. She leaned her head down on his and continued to give Apollo the evil glare.

“She’s rather protective of him, I’m afraid.” Sally said with a chuckle, watching as Percy handed her her drink and grabbed the others, passing them around.

“She’s very intimidating.” Apollo said seriously.

“Only when it comes to her big brother. You should have seen her when she threatened Annabeth.” Sally laughed, linking her arm with Apollo. “Now. I don’t need to warn you what could happen, you already know this is risky. Just do one thing for me.”

“Of course.” Apollo agreed, watching her carefully.

“Keep him happy. I haven’t seen him this happy in a really long time. He deserves happiness, don’t you agree?”

“As long as he lets me, I’ll do what I can.” Apollo promised with a fond smile at the son of the sea god.

“Good. We better catch up or they’ll detour to the park and we’ll never make it home.” Sally said in faux exasperation. Apollo laughed and followed along, enjoying a nice walk with most of the Jackson-Blofis household.

Chapter 17: Tyson

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Percy thought he was prepared for Tyson’s hug. He thought he remembered the force behind it. Unfortunately, Tyson had grown since he’d last seen him and his hugs were now something that left him shifting to try and see if he had any cracked ribs.

“It’s good to see you, brother.” Tyson said with a big, toothy, smile.

“You too, Ty. You too. Did you see camp already?”

“Was there earlier. Built some fun traps for their flag game. Daddy said you were coming to visit the palace.”

“Yup. He told me you would show me the way, big guy.”

“Tyson!” Sally exclaimed as she came into the living room. Tyson blushed as she came in the room and gave him a hug. “Are you staying for dinner?”

“I’d like that.” Tyson answered shyly.

“We can go after dinner if you want, Ty. I know you’re wanting to get back to the forges.” Percy said, dragging his brother to the kitchen. “Help me make some cookies for dessert.”

“Don’t mess up my kitchen boys.” Sally called after them.

“We won’t!” Tyson replied, smiling as Percy moved around the room getting ingredients out. “I’m glad you’re coming to the palace. I think Triton wants to see you.”

“Dad said he and Amphitrite were worried about me. Here, stir this, I’ll get the pan out.” Percy handed him a large bowl of blue colored batter with chocolate chips sitting on top waiting to be mixed in.

“Should we bring some cookies for them?” Tyson asked, eating a few chocolate chips before mixing the rest in.

“Sure. Why not? Guess we better make enough to leave here and take with us.” Percy got out another bowl and started mixing more batter. They managed to keep the kitchen mostly clean and only had a mild fight with the flour.

The first pan of cookies didn’t last, as Tyson ate most of them, and Percy at the rest. Percy was glad they made such a large batch so it wouldn’t be a big deal. He could tell Tyson wanted to ask him about something but was trying to find the right words.

“Daddy said you used to get hurt by a man.” Tyson said quietly.

“Yeah. It was a long time ago, bud. Before I met you. He was a bad man. But he’s gone now. Just like you got away from that awful sphinx, I was able to get away from him.” Percy bumped his shoulder with his brother.

“Then I’m glad he’s gone.” Tyson said with a nod.

“Me too, big guy.”

“Daddy also had a very loud talk with the sunny god.” Tyson said and Percy groaned.

“Of course he did.”

“Why would he tell the sunny god he needed to be sure? That he needed to be careful with you?”

“Ah. Well. He likes me, Ty. Like Annabeth did.” Tyson nodded his understanding.

“I should talk to him too.” Tyson stated.

“You don’t need to. I’m sure he’s getting a lot of people talking to him. But I won’t stop you.”

They finished cleaning up their mess and put the cookies in a container while putting the rest on a plate and taking them into the dining area where Sally just put down a few large pizza boxes. Tyson ate two boxes of pizza, Percy ate one, and Paul, Sally, and Estelle ate most of another one, leaving a few extra slices for Tyson. When dinner was over, Estelle made Tyson color with her, while Percy took the boxes out to the dumpster with Paul. Sally had more writing she needed to work on so she had disappeared into her little office.

“I’m glad Tyson was able to come by.” Paul said with a smile.

“Yeah, me too.” Percy agreed.

“From what I hear, your new beau is going to have a lot of people talking to him.” Percy barked out a laugh.

“Please don’t call him that.” Percy couldn’t stop chuckling. “But, yeah. Seems that way.”

“Well, your mother and I already talked to him a long time ago. I’m sure he remembers. I’m proud of you, Perce.”

“For what?”

“For finally believing you deserve to be happy, son. For finding something that makes you happy. Though it is a little weird to see your picture in some of the girls’, and guys’, lockers at school.”

“I bet.”

“Are you going to stay with us when you come back for Rachel’s gala?”

“Duh.” Paul laughed at Percy’s simple answer.

“Ok. Well, let’s get you packed so you can go visit your other dad.” Paul draped his arm over Percy’s shoulders and squeezed as they went back up to the apartment.

Chapter 18: Visiting the Sea Family

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The sea at night was always one of Percy’s favorite sights. He sighed in contentment as the salt air brushed against his face and his hair was blown around in the breeze. His bag was slung over his shoulder and he quickly tucked his shoes in it. He enjoyed the feel of the sand in his toes. Besides, Tyson wasn’t wearing any. After a few more moments of enjoying the salty air, they walked out into the water.

Percy tried to pay attention to where they were going, but he was too anxious about seeing his sea family. Tyson pointed out things along the way to try and distract him, and it sort of worked. A few hippocampi swam around them excitedly, finally pulling him free from his anxiety at their happiness. He laughed as they swirled around him and encouraged him to grab on so they could flip around with him. Tyson was smiling brightly seeing his brother happy and carefree.

The palace was finally in sight and Percy’s jaw dropped in awe. Orbs floated around, lighting up the area. When they got to the palace steps, Tyson led him along a few corridors to the throne room. Percy was amazed, seeing the last time he really saw the place they were still rebuilding after the war with Kronos. He didn’t notice the citizens that had stopped and bowed to him as he passed by. When they entered the throne room, Poseidon was sitting on his throne with Amphitrite and Triton on each side of him. He grinned when he spotted Tyson and Percy enter, seeing the awestruck look on Percy’s face.

“Welcome back Tyson, my boy. And Perseus, welcome. I’m glad you could come.” Tyson gave him a back cracking hug and Poseidon laughed. When they parted, Percy reached forward and clasped arms with him, smiling.

“The place looks great.” Percy commented, once he had his hand back.

“Why thank you. Most of the design work was done by my wife, Amphitrite. Isn’t that right dearest?” Poseidon turned to his wife who had her eyes trained on Percy. He raised a hand awkwardly waving.

“You did an amazing job, my lady.” Percy told her, smiling sincerely.

“Thank you, Perseus.” Her words sounded almost pained. “It is late, and I expect you’ll need your rest. Dine with us in the morning. We will talk more then. Tyson can show you where your room is, if you’d like.”

“That sounds great. I really appreciate it. I look forward to breakfast. Have a good night my lady, Dad, Prince Triton.” Percy nodded at each of them and Tyson slung an arm over his shoulders leading him out and through more corridors to his room. Room was perhaps not the right word. This place was bigger than his and his mom’s apartments put together. Tyson hugged him goodnight at the door before taking off for his own room.

Percy lay down to sleep, but his mind wasn’t quite ready to let go. He had hoped the ocean would calm his thoughts and allow him rest, but it wasn’t happening. He tossed and turned for a few hours, finally falling asleep just before he would need to be up for the family breakfast. His dreams were all over the place. Seeing the castle under attack from Oceanus, his father struggling under the onslaught. The coldness from Amphitrite and Triton. Or rather coldness from Triton and indifference from Amphitrite. His subsequent, rather short, visit after Kronos was gone, when he got a piece of coral for Annabeth. He had only seen them from a distance then. Like they were purposefully avoiding acknowledging him. It was a new experience to have family members actively avoid him instead of seek him out for retribution for a perceived wrong. His mind switched focus between the cold looks from his sea family to the angry yelling from Gabe. He heard faint rumbling but it only reminded him of the storms that hit New York and were used to cover the sounds of the beating he got. But he was tired of being the punching bag.

When a hand came in contact with his arm, he woke up swinging, not quite focused on where he was. Once he finally remembered where he was, he spotted his father standing in front of him a few feet away holding his hands up in a placating gesture. Percy took a few deep breaths and sat down heavily on his bed, swiping a hand over his face, realizing he was sweating.

“Sorry.” Percy mumbled.

“A hurricane started cropping up and I knew it wasn’t me or Triton. Breakfast is soon. You should shower and I’ll have a guard show you the way when you’re ready.” Poseidon stated, not lingering on what had happened when Percy woke. He backed away so as not to draw attention; as if backing away from a frightened wolf. Once the door had shut, Percy let out a humorless chuckle. He had managed to scare his dad after being near him for less than 12 hours. He showered and made his way to the dining hall with assistance from his guard. He’d tried talking with the merman, but the only hint Percy had he was listening was a small, barely discernible smirk.

When he entered the dining hall, he could tell this would be an interesting meal, so he distracted himself by taking in his surroundings. It was very ornate with different types of coral lacing up the columns and various deep sea plants settled around. He was surprised he knew what a majority of them were. He walked over to one and ran his hands over it, watching as it moved through his fingers. He smiled.

“That’s always been one of my favorites.” Amphitrite said, startling him, as he hadn’t noticed her approach.

“It’s beautiful.” Percy agreed.

“Come. Eat. I know all demigods have healthy appetites and I’ve heard you are not the exception.” She looped her arm through his and led him to the table offering him the chair next to hers. He didn’t know what most of the food set out was, but he wasn’t discriminatory. He loaded his plate and dug in.

“I was wondering,” Triton started, clearing his throat as if the words were difficult to get out, “if you’d want to check out the training grounds later?”

“Um. Sure. Sounds fun.” Percy answered, after swallowing his rather large bite. “I haven’t practiced with very many accomplished fighters aside from Nico, Thalia, and Clarisse in a while so that would be cool. I know you do a different style of fighting so maybe you can show me some moves that work best in water? Most of my fighting has been on land.”

Triton blinked. Then blinked again. Caught off guard by Percy asking for assistance. He hadn’t expected that.

“Certainly. Have you ever fought with a trident before?” Triton asked, taking bites of his own food finally.

“Nope. Only ever used Riptide. But I always wanted to learn to use a trident somewhat effectively. Is that what you use?”

“I, uh, yes. I primarily use my trident. But I’ve had centuries of experience.”

“Eh, I’m a fast learner. I bet you can teach pretty well having taught many of your own fighters.”

“It’s quite thrilling to see your students succeed.” Triton agreed.

“Tell me about it. I taught a lot of our campers for the Titan war and the Giant war. They did really well and we only had minimal casualties. Though that is mostly due to the caliber of fighters we faced. We don’t often fight entities like that.” When Percy finished, Poseidon seemed to choke on his bite. Percy rolled his eyes. “Alright, the others don’t. Apparently I’m a magnet for anything near god-like capacity.”

“I’ve heard as much. Did you really beat Ares when you were 12?” Triton asked, genuinely interested as he continued eating, focused on Percy.

“I did. Though I think he was under too much influence from Kronos so I didn’t get him at his full abilities. Wouldn’t mind fighting him again as long as he didn’t curse me this time.”

“What do you mean?” Poseidon interrupted.

“Uh, after I beat him on the beach in LA. He, uh, cursed me saying my blade would fail me when I most needed it. It only affected me twice really. But it could have cost me more than it did if I hadn’t had help.” Percy admitted, pushing his plate back, suddenly not hungry anymore.

“He cursed a child for beating him in a fight? Not just any child, the one expected to save or raze Olympus when he turned 16?” Amphitrite asked, her tone cold.

“How did no one know about this?” Poseidon asked, gripping his silverware so hard it started to bend.

“I never told.” Percy answered with a shrug. “Grover and Annabeth were there. Honestly I did what I could to forget about it afterwards. Besides, the curse only works when I remember it. So I have to think about it for it to affect me.”

“You went through Tartarus like that?” Triton asked in a whisper. The name of the place sent a shiver down his spine.

“That was one of the places it hit me. When I was facing him before the doors of Death.” Percy answered quietly, trying to focus on the plants or his plate, anything to keep his mind present and not fall back to that place. His hands started shaking, so he clasped them together and hid them in his lap.

“The other time?” Triton asked, curiously, hoping to distract Percy.

“Facing Atlas.”

“I take it that didn’t go well?” Triton continued, seeing this part of the conversation kept Percy from thinking of the darker memories.

“No, it did not. It failed me, but the way the prophecy for that quest had been worded, in order for us to succeed, someone had to take the weight of the sky. So I broke the chains holding Artemis, and took the burden from her.”

“You held up the sky since the curse prevented you from fighting.” Amphitrite stated, looking at her husband. It was nearly a glare, but it was more demanding.

“I will bring it up in council, my dear. I swear.” Poseidon stated, with a small nod.

“Good. I don’t imagine anything happened to Ares after. Not like what happened with Apollo.” She complained, shoving her own plate forward. “Perseus, I imagine you’ll be training with Triton and the others for most of the day, but I would like to spend time with you tomorrow. Show you more of the castle. Would that be alright?”

“Of course. I’d love to learn more about the plant life you have throughout the palace and the gardens.” Percy answered with a smile.

“Perfect. Now. We are all avoiding talking about the elephant in the room, as the mortals say. Your step-father. Your first step-father. I know it isn’t a pleasant conversation topic, but we need to bring it out in the open. Why did you never tell anyone when you came into our world? I am sure that you were not yet fully healed when you became aware of your heritage.” Amphitrite stated, turning to watch Percy.

“I may not have been healed all the way, but by now I doubt even Apollo could tell the difference between what injuries I got then and what I got through my various battles.” Percy tilted his head thoughtfully. “I suppose I could ask-”

“Yes.” Poseidon interrupted, but cleared his throat when he realized how eager he sounded. “Yes, that would be wise. I know you are getting help and are mostly healed by now, but I would still like to know if he can tell what was caused by that abomination. Then we could relay the information to Hades and let him handle the rest.”

“Hades? Why, is he dead?” Triton asked, looking confused.

“As far as I know he is. Mom used Medusa’s head on him during my first summer at camp. From what I was taught all her victims died when they were turned to stone.” Percy said it so nonchalantly, he missed the looks between his sea family. “Nico only just found out about a week ago, actually. Nearly two. So I imagine he’s already mentioned something to Uncle H by now. Though if he had the details that I imagine Apollo could dig up, it would be a much longer conversation.”

“Why don’t we head off, Perseus. It’s a bit of a walk to the training grounds and I can show you the various types of weapons we use and you can watch the others training and sparring for a bit?”

“Sure. Lead the way.” Percy offered a smile to Triton who offered his own small smile in return. Once Percy was out the door, Triton turned to face his parents.

“Perhaps you should ask Lord Apollo to join us for a meal in a few days so we can all have our minds put to rest?”

“Excellent idea, my son. Now run along before Percy gets lost. And, thank you.” Poseidon said, eyes shining with pride.

“He’s as much my brother as Tyson is. It’s time I understood that.” Triton answered, bowed slightly, then left his parents. He found Percy farther down the corridor than he imagined, but was able to redirect him fairly easily. It was going to be an interesting week.

Chapter 19: Bonding

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Percy didn’t do much training on his first trip to the training grounds. He mostly watched, admiring the fighting style his father’s warriors used. There were a few who gave Percy sideways glances, but seeing him with Triton eased some of their worries. Triton stayed beside him explaining the different types of weapons used and a little of who was who. After an hour of watching he was growing ansty and Triton led him to a smaller area to try a few drills. He could tell the demigod had energy to burn and knew he needed to expend it. They ran through a few drills and Percy was glad for the physical exertion.

Percy slept hard that night. No nightmares or anything. His body hummed from the exercise he’d gotten. Spending time with his half-brother had been nice. He was glad that Triton didn’t hold any animosity toward him. Not that they had many interactions to judge off of, but Percy was pretty pleased with the day. Triton eventually relaxed and had fun teaching him. They were laughing and shoving each other like old friends by the end of the day.

He met Amphitrite and Triton in the dining hall for breakfast. Apparently Poseidon and Tyson had gone to run some kind of errand. He cleaned his plate and spent a lot of time roaming the various gardens with his step-mother. She laughed when he mispronounced most of the names of the plants multiple times. It was mostly not on purpose. But he enjoyed making her laugh. She was at ease with him and tried showing some techniques for planting and caring for some. It was a great way to spend the day, even if he did end up covered in sea silt and dirt.

“Sorry to interrupt.” An amused voice sounded from behind Percy as he was toppled over in a garden bed from laughing so hard about some story that Amphitrite told him about Triton in his younger years.

“Lord Apollo.” Amphitrite said, almost surprised he was there. Percy just lay in the flower garden looking up at him in confusion.

“What are you doing here?” Percy asked, while Apollo reached a hand out to help him up.

“I was invited.” He shrugged, dusting some debris from Percy’s clothes and pulling bits of plant from his hair with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh. Alright. Well, we were just attempting to plant a nice garden, though I tried explaining I don’t have much of a green thumb.”

“Don’t be so modest, Perseus. You’ve been a great help. Even if you ended up with more plants in your hair than in the garden.” She smirked at him and he chuckled.

“Eh, I gave it my best shot.”

“Why don’t you go get cleaned up. It’s nearly dinner time anyway.” Amphitrite encouraged and pushed him toward the palace.

“Probably a good idea. Don’t want the plants coming loose in my food. I had a great day, my lady. I’ll see you at dinner!” Percy waved and rushed for the palace, leaving Amphitrite and Apollo alone.

“Did he not know I was coming?” Apollo asked curiously.

“We mentioned at breakfast the other day, but I don’t think we’ve given him any spare moments to realize we were being serious. Anyway, did Poseidon explain what we needed you for?”

“He just said he wanted me to come for dinner.” Apollo shrugged again. “I didn’t realize Percy was here.”

“Hmm. Yes. Well, we decided we wanted an extensive medical exam done for him. To see if he had any lingering injuries from his first step-father.” Amphitrite wiped her hands off and they made their own way toward the palace. “How was the meeting?”

“It was intense.” Apollo sighed heavily. “None of us were aware of Ares’ curse. He remembers doing it, but apparently forgot. Zeus didn’t care, naturally. Neither did Hera. But Artemis was furious. As was Aphrodite, Hestia, and Dionysis. Though he wasn’t as vocal about it. Hephestus’ beard burst into flames a few times, so that shows his irritation. The majority want the curse lifted, but we can’t do anything until after he’s had a full exam anyway. I know that he and Annabeth encountered the Arai so I’m not sure how many curses he has borne or if he still bears them. Are you wanting me to examine him tonight? If it’s simple and straightforward I can probably get it done in an hour. If there are complications, it will probably take longer.”

“Perhaps start in the morning after breakfast, then? He was under that horrid mortal for nearly a decade, so I’m certain there will be something unresolved. However, more recent events taken into consideration, the longer appointment might be necessary. So tomorrow after breakfast. Will you be staying with us tonight or return after you’ve taken the sun out?”

“I’ll stay for a while tonight. I’d like to talk with him anyway.” Apollo blushed and Amphitrite smiled.

“Should I arrange a chaperone? He is a prince, after all. And if you are courting there should really be a chaperone.” She teased.

“Erm, I don’t think a chaperone is necessary. Perseus is a grown man.” Amphitrite raised an eyebrow at him. “Fine. If it will put everyone at ease, a loosely following chaperone can come.”

“If you said no, just be aware that guards would be following you anyway. Accepting a chaperon ensures you only have the one person along to witness your blundering.” Apollo turned a bright shade of red and fidgeted with his hands. “Oh, no. You’ve really fallen for him, haven’t you?” Apollo cleared his throat.

“I like him. I really do. I wasn’t expecting it to feel this strong already, but I’ve never held back from my feelings. I don’t want to hurt him.”

“I believe you. Now. I must go clean up for dinner as well. You remember the way to the dining hall?”

“Yes. I’ll see you there.” Apollo kissed her hand and she walked on to her room, where she found her husband. “Hello, dear.”

“Hello, love. Have a good day?”

“Yes. Perseus helped me in the gardens. He has an interesting sense of humor, that one. But it was nice.”

“I’m glad you had fun with him.” Poseidon was tense, and she knew why.

“We’ll know more tomorrow. Apollo has agreed to examine him after breakfast. I expect he’ll need the morning, if not the whole day. Once we have the extent of it, you will be able to present it to the others.” Poseidon sighed.

“I know. Better get cleaned up, dearest. I expect Perseus will beat us all to the dining hall and eat everything before we get a chance.” She chuckled and went to rid herself of the garden remnants. They had had a small fight with the soil, but it was fun. She smiled to herself as she wiped it away.

“He is very different from your other demigod children.” Amphitrite admitted as they made their way through the halls.

“So I keep discovering.” Poseidon said with a twinkle in his eye. When they entered they found Percy and Triton talking animatedly with Apollo still standing by the door watching in amusem*nt. “What are they talking about?” he asked quietly, startling the sun god.

“I’m not entirely sure. Watching them has been entertaining though. I haven’t seen him this relaxed in a long while. Though we should probably make our presence known before they end up in a food fight.” Apollo pointed out, noting that each boy had food prepped for throwing. Amphitrite cleared her throat loudly, and both boys dropped their ammunition, looking chastised. Percy tossed a small berry at Triton’s head without looking, causing the other boy to raise his hand with his own projectile.

“Triton.” Amphitrite admonished, causing him to set it back down on the table, looking unhappy.

“Mother. Father. Lord Apollo. We were just, uh, waiting for you.” Triton said in a faux innocent tone.

“Of course you were.” Poseidon replied with a chuckle.

“Where’s Tyson?” Percy asked, looking around in case the cyclops were hiding.

“Back at work already. He missed his time in the forge. You can visit him tomorrow evening or the day after.” Poseidon answered.

“Cool.” Percy said with an excited smile. Apollo sat next to him, while Amphitrite and Poseidon took their usual seats. “Hey.” Percy said to him, with a smile, making him blush.

“Hi.” Apollo said back with a small wave. A snort across the table drew their attention, where they saw Triton snickering into his drink. Apollo cleared his throat and put his hand back, feeling slightly ridiculous, but Poseidon was smirking at him.

“Ignore them.” Percy said, rolling his eyes. “So. Direct any good music videos lately?”

“Ha. Everyone keeps asking for you. It’s hard to tell them they have to wait since you’re on vacation, so to speak. When will you be back? They are driving me up the wall.”

“Have them call Piper. She’s taking over as my agent. She’ll set up a schedule or something. Whatever it is that agents do.” Percy waved his hand, still not sure what it was that agents did.

“How can you not know what an agent does yet? You’ve been doing this for most of the year now already. You really should have picked up some of this by now.” Apollo said, looking amused.

“Oh, come on. Cut me some slack. I only show up when Elise and David call. I don’t really worry about the details.”

“You really should.” Apollo laughed.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Poseidon said, looking too amused, “but I’d like to know about your time the past few days, Perseus.” Both Percy and Apollo blushed and leaned back just realizing they’d been slowly leaning toward each other.

“Way to ruin my entertainment, father.” Triton complained, winking at Percy, who blushed even more. Percy cleared his throat and started talking about his time watching the training and the gardens. Triton and Amphitrite pitched in occasionally, when Percy would start laughing or give too few details.

“Is this how you summarized your quests to Chiron?” Poseidon asked, raising a disapproving eyebrow at his son.

“I get the important parts in.” Percy said with a shrug. Poseidon scoffed.

“Which means that you probably left out any and all injuries you incurred along the way.” Apollo grumbled.

“Hey, Annabeth and Grover were with me nearly the entire time and they didn’t add anything.”

“That is not reassuring.” Triton complained.

“What can I say? I have a gift for summarizing.”

“Perseus, we will find out what happened on your various quests sooner or later. Especially after your exam with Apollo tomorrow.” Amphitrite chided.

“Then I’ll explain after the exam, if I absolutely have to.” Percy commented with a shrug. “Look, I’ve been through a lot. And nobody knows the full story. If I told anyone the full version, I’d never be let out of the house or camp ever again.”

“Right. So you're saying I’ll have a heart attack after tomorrow?” Poseidon asked unhappily.

“Probably.” Percy chuckled. “But, keep in mind I’m alive. I made it past 20. I’m not gonna sugar coat anything I did years ago, if you want the full details. Just know it’s not going to be pretty.” Percy pushed his plate back and leaned back in his chair. “I’m beat. Think I’ll turn in early since I’ll be poked and prodded tomorrow, if that’s alright?”

“Of course, Perseus. We’ll see you for breakfast.” Amphitrite smiled at him.

“Want to walk me to my door?” Percy asked Apollo with a mischievous grin.

“Um.” Apollo looked at Poseidon, then Amphitrite, then Triton, who were all trying to hide their snickering and knowing grins. “Sure. I can do that. Goodnight everyone.”

“Goodnight.” They chorused, as Apollo and Percy headed for the door.

“Thanks for doing this for them.” Percy said as they walked down the halls.

“I don’t mind. I’m glad they asked. I wanted to offer anyway, but knew you wouldn’t be interested. You have a lot of family who care about you.”

“Yeah, I’m beginning to see that.” Percy agreed with a small smile. As they walked, Percy grabbed Apollo’s hand. He stopped at his door and smiled at Apollo. “Thanks for walking me.”

“No problem.” Apollo said, sounding breathless. Percy pulled Apollo against himself and kissed him. Apollo wrapped his arms around Percy to keep from falling due to his suddenly weak knees. A throat cleared from the guard at Percy’s door, but Percy ignored him. Until it happened again. Percy sighed and pulled away.

“I’ll see you in the morning. Better go or he’ll send a message and next thing you know dad will show up to drag you away.”

“True.” Apollo agreed with a laugh. “Alright, Percy, goodnight.” Percy kissed him once more and went into his room. When the door was closed, Apollo leaned his head on the wall and groaned. “I’m so screwed.” The guard chuckled and Apollo gave him a mock salute before flashing back to his own palace.

Chapter 20: Medical exam

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Percy rolled over in bed, humming in contentment, not ready to wake up for the day. He ignored the incessant knocking in favor of trying to get a few more minutes of sleep. The knocking grew louder, but he just put another pillow over his head. He didn’t remember the last time he slept in, let alone peacefully. He groaned when his blanket was ripped away, then his pillow.

“Go away!” Percy yelled, though it was muffled by the pillow he still lay on.

“No can do, little brother!” Triton said through his laughter. “You must get up and get ready. You need breakfast if you are going to sit through medical exams all day. Plus, mother will nag me until you show up. Then she’ll just come by on her own.”

“I’ve not slept in in a really long time, can’t I just have a few more minutes?” Percy groaned, while Triton bounced on his bed.

“Nope. Up up up!” Triton reached over and ruffled his hair. Percy sighed in resignation and sat up. When he got out of bed he stretched, letting his joints all pop, from his toes to his neck. When he was done, he looked at Triton who was watching with a look of horror on his face.

“Is it always like that?”

“Mm. Most days, anyway.” Percy grabbed a clean shirt from his bag and shoved his jeans on, but left his feet bare. He’d probably just end up taking his shoes off for Apollo’s exam.

They walked to the breakfast hall. Well. Sort of. Triton shoved Percy, who shoved back, and then they were swimming through the halls in a race, laughing the entire way. Many of the palace staff were watching in surprised amazement and whispering amongst each other seeing the princes getting along.

They burst into the hall at top speed, swerving along the pillars and columns. Still laughing like crazy. They rounded the last pillar, both looking at their chairs then each other, smirking. Neither noticed the doors opening, nor the amused looks Poseidon and Amphitrite shot each other as the boys raced for their seats. At the last minute, Percy changed course, knocking Triton’s chair away, before landing on his own. Triton sprawled on the floor, groaning for a moment, before they both were bent double laughing again.

“Boys.” Amphitrite said with a grin.

“Mother!” Triton cried, clamboring upright once more.

“My lady!” Percy exclaimed, tipping his chair over as he stood too quickly, landing on the floor. Amphitrite chuckled, and headed for her own chair. Poseidon stopped to help Percy back to his feet, trying not to laugh, as he took his own seat.

“The whole palace is buzzing this morning about the sea princes racing through the corridors.” Amphitrite commented nonchalantly.

“You seem to have startled quite a few of our citizens in your … race.” Poseidon chuckled, and before long was in fits of laughter, causing the boys’ smiles to brighten and begin trying to tell their story at the same time. Poseidon watched as Apollo materialized beside Percy quietly, and smiled listening to the story, trying not to laugh at their excitement. When the boys were finally done, Apollo cleared his throat, startling Percy enough that he tipped over in his chair again. Apollo’s eyes widened as he looked down at the demi-god.

“Sorry.” Apollo apologized, but Percy waved him off.

“It’s fine. Only the second time I’ve done it this morning.” Percy groaned as Apollo pulled him upright once more. “You ready to start this morning?”

“Me? I should be asking that of you. Not the other way around.”

“Won’t really affect me, will it? I’ve already survived it all. You are the ones who are going to have to prepare yourselves.” Percy responded, taking a big bite, not noticing the grimaces of his sea family. Once his plate was clean he leaned back and sighed.

“Does your stomach have an end?” Triton teased, motioning to Percy’s empty plate. “Or do you perhaps have more than one?”

“Nah. Just always had a healthy appetite.” Percy shrugged, but he’d gotten a dark look in his eyes. “Between having, uh, limited food as a kid and quests where my supplies were almost always lost or blown up, I may overcompensate when I can. Though I always burn it off in some form or another.”

“Fair enough.” Triton conceded, then locked eyes with Apollo. “Will you be reporting to us as soon as you are done or will you need time to go over your findings?”

“Triton, dear, I don’t think-” Amphitrite started, but her son glared back.

“I will be here. I need to be here.”

“Why don’t we go get started and you all can deliberate?” Percy advised.

“Very wise, Perseus. Go on then. Apollo, there is a guard outside who will show you to a medical room you can use. If there is anything additional you require, just let me know.” Poseidon stated, and smiled at his sons.

Once Apollo got up, he stopped at the door asking Percy to wait outside for a moment, and turned back to the others still seated.

“I would like to say I’ll have my results for you tonight, but I can’t be certain. I … I think it would be best that all of you knew what the results were. That way he can have the support you can all offer. Tomorrow evening we are set to meet with the council to go over the results as well. I’ll leave it up to you who all should be in attendance, but I would encourage everyone. I know Chiron intends to be there, and all the senior counselors as well as several huntresses. It is mostly so they can get an accurate representation of what he encountered before his heritage was revealed as well as what his quests entailed.”

“We will take your advice into consideration.” Poseidon responded.

“When this is over, I would also like to take Perseus on a vacation. If you’ll allow me to, that is?”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea.” Amphitrite said with a smile. “Please send us a message as soon as you are ready and we will meet you here.”

“Of course, my lady.” Apollo inclined his head and left to conduct his exam on Percy.

He was absolutely not looking forward to this. He hated the idea of prodding him and examining him in this way, but he knew it was his duty. When they reached the room designated, Apollo instructed Percy to sit on the patient bed and began taking his vitals. He kept his face schooled as he took various notes over the sound of his heart and lungs. His lungs sounded awful, as if he suffered from asthma, but the demi-god seemed fine. As if he didn’t know, or had grown used to the feeling. Numb to it. Not a promising start.

He continued on through the exam, checking his weight, drawing several vials of blood to determine his various hormone and chemical levels. Percy sat patiently through it all, barely noticing the needles and chatting the whole time. Mostly about his swim team and the plans his coach had to get him and few others to the Olympic trials. After an hour, Apollo felt like he had all the baseline readings he needed to proceed onto the more intensive aspects. He finished his notes and set his notepad down finally.

“Alright, I need you to lay down and keep as still as possible.” Apollo directed.

Percy complied, and tried his hardest not to fidget, but it wasn’t easy. After only 10 minutes, Apollo had picked up his notepad and began scribbling again. And he was only up to his knees, having started at his feet. Apollo sighed, after Percy shifted for the hundredth time and reached over, handing him a fidget spinner.

“Sweet!” Percy exclaimed, and began twisting it repeatedly.

After another 10 minutes, Apollo put his notepad back down, and started again, hovering his hands over various parts of Percy’s body. When he got to his stomach, he actually whimpered, causing Percy to raise his eyebrow at him. He cleared his throat and picked up the pad with slightly shaking hands to write some more.

“Apollo.” Percy called gently, waiting for the god to look at him. When he finally did, Percy reached out and grabbed his hand. “I know it’s bad. I had to drink from the Phlegethon while … down there. I figured there would be some sort of lasting damage. You can do this. I know you can.”

“Perseus.” Apollo tried to remain calm, but his voice broke just saying his name. “I will try. Just don’t call me out when I notice something I’m not happy about.”

“Only if you try to remember that I’m still here. You know better than anyone that I should have probably died years ago. But here I am. Still making it day to day. That's all I can ask for. Come here.” Percy tugged, and Apollo leaned down and pressed their heads together. “Better?”

“A bit.” Apollo said through a sniffle. “I can do this.”

“Yeah you can.” Percy agreed and gave him a quick, chaste kiss. “Now keep going. You can baby me when it’s done.” Apollo gave him a watery smile and chuckled, kissing him one last time before straightening up and grabbing for his notepad once more. He scribbled a few more things before returning to hovering his hands close to Percy’s body. He bit his lip when he moved up over his lungs, and had to hold in a gasp. The power, his demi-god power, at the center of his being was warped. As if it were trying to contain something not meant to be contained. It had fissures and cracks where the power leaked and strained to be set loose. He’d only seen this a few times.

He took his pad in hand and scribbled so firmly the paper started to tear. He quickly turned the page and continued on, filling the entire next page. He didn’t let his mind dwell on what this would mean or he would become overcome with grief … and hope. He was half-way through the third page when he stopped and wiped his head. He was sweating. Gods didn’t sweat unless they wanted to or the stress was too severe. He held his hands over Percy’s middle a few more times, but he knew the signs; knew what they meant.

He took the nearest arm and worked his way up, making a few notes, but not as many as he had, not nearly as many, as his middle. He did the next arm, and Percy simply shifted the fidget spinner to the other hand. Then his neck, then his head. He tried not to dwell too much on what he found there, but it was difficult. His notes here were extensive, but still only took up nearly two pages. It was bothering him, the source of Percy’s power. His core. So he set the pad down and placed his hands over his middle once more. He had to be certain. But there it was. He couldn’t deny it.

At some point, during his exam, Percy had fallen asleep. Probably when he got to his head. Percy had closed his eyes and fully relaxed. It was nice watching him sleep, but there was still more to do. He ran his hands through Percy’s messy hair and watched him lean into the touch. Slowly, Percy started opening his eyes. He yawned and grinned at Apollo.

“Hey.”

“Hey. Lost you for a bit there. Few more tests then you're free to go, ok?”

“Sure thing.” Apollo had him take his shirt off and hooked up some sensors and had him do various exercises, including running. Percy was panting and sweating in no time. After an hour he turned everything off and removed the sensors. He handed Percy a normal water bottle, which he downed. “Go get cleaned up. I’m going to finish my notes. I’ll meet you all in time for dinner.”

“Sounds good.” Percy agreed, still out of breath. “Hey. Thanks for doing this. I know you’re having a hard time with it, with what you found. But I’m still here. I’m alive. So focus on that. Yeah?”

“I’ll try.” Apollo reluctantly agreed. Percy pulled him in and hugged him, and Apollo did his best not to cry, but he still shook as if he were suppressing it instead of letting it out.

“That’s all I ask. I’ll see you later. And, don’t hold back when you tell them. They need to know.” Percy leaned back and kissed Apollo’s head before leaving and heading for his room. Once Apollo was alone, he let go. He broke down, crying into his hands. How was he supposed to tell Poseidon what he found about his son? He could barely think about it and he was expected to tell the boy’s father, step-mother, half-brother, and then all his friends and the council.

“Oh, Perseus.” Apollo said in a broken whisper, once he’d gotten himself under control. He grabbed his notepad and made a few more notes and reviewed what he’d already written. He focused on the words, not who they were about, but what they said. Doctor mode allowed him to create that distance. He could do this. He had to.

And once he was done, he was taking Percy on the vacation of a lifetime.

Chapter 21: Results

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Apollo didn’t eat dinner with the others. He took his chariot out, setting the sun, trying to decide the best way to approach Poseidon, Amphitrite and Triton about all he had discovered. They all deserved to know the truth. And Percy … Percy would most likely either be shocked or resigned. Perhaps he already suspected what would happen, or what his body was preparing for. He forcibly shook his head. It wouldn’t do to dwell on how anyone would react.

In the meantime, what kind of vacation would Percy like? Obviously anything with water or a beach would be great, but he wasn’t sure that’s what he needed. Since he had sailed the Argo 2 more or less across Europe, that was probably the last place he wanted to visit. Florida was crossed off due to the proximity to the Sea of Monsters and the demi-gods’ last time through Miami. There weren’t many options of places that he hadn’t either visited or stopped through due to a quest. Where would the son of the sea god want to see?

Apollo. We await you.

Apollo sighed. Poseidon was anxious enough to reach out to him, which meant his time was up. He flashed himself to the underwater palace, into the war room. He’d have preferred a living room, but this could work. Probably.

“You sure you don’t want to do this somewhere more comfortable?” Apollo asked, looking at the sea family gathered around.

“Will it make a difference if we’re comfortable or not?” Triton asked skeptically.

“I can’t answer that.”

“We’d rather just get this out. Have all the information. Comfort isn’t really in the cards for this conversation.” Amphitrite stated, her hand on her husband’s arm.

“Fair enough.” Apollo flashed his notebook to his hands and flipped back through several pages. He cleared his throat and looked up. Percy was in a chair between Triton and their father, while Tyson sat on Amphitrite’s other side, holding her hand. Percy looked resigned to being fussed over, but Apollo focused on Poseidon instead. He cleared his throat to begin. “Alright. I discovered a dozen fractures, sprains, and broken bones that are all between 10 and 15 years old. They weren’t set properly so they didn’t heal entirely correctly, but from what I could tell they didn’t cause any lasting damage to the surrounding tissue. Those were the oldest ones. They were primarily on his ribs, his left shoulder, right knee cap, a few in his feet and a couple fingers.” Apollo sighed before continuing.

“He would have been very young for these and would most likely not have known anything was broken. The pain would be noticeable, but if he had been trained to ignore the pain, to not acknowledge it, then there would have been no way of knowing. I’m certain that the knee and shoulder injuries would have warranted emergency room visits as would a few of the ribs. But those could easily be waved away as a clumsy child’s fall or a boy used to rough-housing with friends.

“That’s not to mention malnutrition. I’m surprised that his bone development wasn’t affected more than it was. But he has a healthy appetite now. Almost like he’s trying to overcompensate for what he couldn’t get as a child. Those were the earliest I could determine, besides a few cigar shaped burns, which we were already informed of. These were all before he discovered his heritage. After that, things are a little harder to determine as far as timelines go, but I’ll try to get it in the right order. Perseus, feel free to correct me if I’m off in my deduction.” Percy gave him a small salute, and he felt better about continuing.

“He was struck by lightning, a few times, but at least once before encountering the Minotaur.” Percy nodded.

“Mom was trying to get me to camp in a hurry and the car was struck before we could get there.” Percy agreed quietly.

“We know what occurred before he was claimed and shortly after. He has some slight scarring on his arm from one of the furies whips, but it’s barely visible. There was a faint trace of Chimera venom in his blood. So I’d guess it happened on the same quest. The only other thing I can tell from that age would be the curse from Ares. Well, that and apparently a nasty scar on his hand that looks like he was stung by an insect. Most likely a scorpion.” Percy winced, rubbing the mentioned scar.

“It was a pit scorpion.” He said quietly.

“How did you get stung by a pit scorpion? At 12?!” Triton practically shrieked.

“Luke. He had expected I would be killed on the quest or at least by the gods once I returned, but I survived. Kronos told him I was a threat and needed to be dealt with, so he sent a pit scorpion to take care of me. Nearly worked.” Percy answered, voice still small and quiet.

“After that, it seems he was able to regain some of his nutritional needs and his bone and muscle growth.You were in a pretty intense explosion at some point, leaving you with a concussion and slight fracture to your skull.”

“Sea of Monsters.” Tyson stated, looking at Percy and close to tears.

“Yeah, Ty. Sea of Monsters. When Clarisse’s ship’s engine blew.” Percy agreed, reaching over to pat Tyson’s hand. “I landed in the water so I was kind of healed.”

“The Sea of Monsters is not my domain. It wouldn’t have done much for healing.” Poseidon said, in a low voice. Percy just shrugged as if that didn’t matter.

“There’s a scar on your thigh that I can’t quite understand. It is reminiscent of a blade wound, but it has traces of a dark essence in it.” Apollo stated, looking at Percy, meeting his eyes.

“Luke caught me with his blade, Backbiter, before it became Kronos’ scythe.”

“This was before it was fully the scythe, right? The rituals hadn’t been performed over it yet?” Triton asked, looking tense.

“No, it hadn’t had the rituals yet. But …” Percy ran a hand through his hair, “I still felt it draining me. My leg wouldn’t take my weight afterwards. Chiron was able to heal me.”

“The manticore poison was when the hunters met you to pick up the di Angelo siblings, yes?” Apollo asked, and accepted Percy’s nod. “I could sense Artemis’ healing salve on the scar. The next big thing,” Apollo cleared his throat, “was when you took the weight of the sky. Normally a burden like that would take years off your life. Being a child of prophecy, I’m guessing, would have given you the best chance of anyone to survive for the length of time you held it. If I had to hazard a professional guess, I’d say you held the weight for nearly half an hour. Though your body has mostly recovered from it. I can sense the stiffness in your spine, though. Before I continue, I want to say that I am skipping over some of your smaller injuries that I know were gained at camp. Things like small sword scratches that would have occurred during training.”

Percy nodded as if this made perfect sense.

“You suffered severe burns over most of your body when Mount St. Helens erupted. I’d say you were very close to the explosion when it happened?” Percy paled.

“I …” Percy cleared his throat but kept his gaze on the table, “I caused it. I was surrounded by telkhines, and Kronos’ scythe was nearly complete. They threw lava at me so I called the ocean to me. I’d guess a few thousand gallons of seawater met the lava after I fell into it.” Apollo pinched the bridge of his nose to steady his breathing.

“You fell. Into lava.” He stated, in a deadly quiet voice.

“Yeah. Not pleasant.” Percy responded, barely suppressing the shudder that threatened to run through him. “But I landed on Calypso’s island and she was able to heal me. Not sure how long it took, though, since time moves differently on Ogygia.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were injured by a Keres.” Apollo raised an eyebrow while Percy’s eyes widened.

“What?!” Poseidon shouted, looking at his son in horror.

“Um. Well. You remember the sword Uncle H had during the Battle of Manhattan?” Poseidon and Apollo both nodded. “Well, apparently Persephone had it made for him, but then lost it. It was stolen by Ethan Nakamura, who managed to pull Iapetus from Tartarus with it. We, Thalia, Nico, and I were brought to the palace in the underworld and asked to complete a quest to get it back. I had been at school and had no armor, so when one sank its claws into my shoulder, there was nothing to protect me. We managed to get through it all. Met the titan and Ethan near the Lethe. Not sure how it worked, but I was able to control it. So we could get across without losing memories or anything. But since I was already pretty severely injured, and the ambrosia wasn’t doing much, we were facing a titan with only two of us at full strength. So I charged Iapetus and dropped him in the Lethe. Named him Bob and told him he was our friend. He healed me while we were heading back to the palace to return the sword.” Percy rubbed his shoulder and Triton pulled his shirt to see the scars.

“Why did none of us hear about this?” Amphitrite asked, voice strained.

“It was a time when Hades was still certain he didn’t matter to any of the other Olympians so he wasn’t about to confess to what his wife did in her attempt to prepare him for war. Besides, I got him to swear oaths on the Styx that he wouldn’t use the sword as an additional symbol of power against the other gods.” Percy said with another shrug, readjusting his shirt.

“You have a scar on your arm that has the same dark essence as the scythe, in its full capacity.” Apollo said with a scowl.

“What?!” Poseidon shouted, along with Amphitrite, while Triton paled considerably.

“How are you alive?” Triton asked in a whisper.

“I can’t answer that. It felt like I was dissolving, dying. Kronos had a spy who told him that we were going to be attacking his ship, so we were discovered. We were able to destroy the ship, but I was caught by the scythe and Beckendorf died.” Percy’s voice was quiet and solemn.

“One touch, scratch or not, and the scythe severs the soul from the body. You should have died.” Poseidon exclaimed, looking on the verge of panic.

“Well, it didn’t work.” Percy met Apollo’s eyes, and he could tell the demi-god had thought up why it most likely wouldn’t work. “I’m still here, so don’t let it work you up so much, dad. I’m still here.” Percy gripped his dad’s hand and Poseidon calmed a tiny bit.

“We already know you were blessed in the Styx, so that is nothing new to discover, thankfully. We also already knew that your memories were tampered with, though they’ve mostly returned to normal.”

“Mostly?” Percy asked, concernedly.

“Mostly. Memory magic is tricky, and Hera really should have consulted Dionysis before messing with your and Jason’s memories, but he should be able to correct it, if that’s something you’re interested in?” Apollo asked, looking between each member of the sea family. He quietly handed a handkerchief to Tyson, who had tears streaming down his face.

“Yeah, I think that would be good. I don’t like that you can still tell that there’s something messing with my mind.” Percy answered, looking annoyed.

“We’ll be able to take care of it after tomorrow’s council.” Poseidon assured him.

“While you were asleep, it appears you were mostly fed nectar and ambrosia, instead of actual food. The Roman territory washed away the blessing of the Styx, so I wouldn’t be surprised if you were fairly lethargic after. Or, as I’m presuming in your case, extremely hungry.”

“Yeah, I ate a lot when I finally got to eat that night.” Percy confirmed.

“You drank gorgon’s blood.” Apollo stated, giving Percy a disapproving look, but the demi-god smiled at him sheepishly.

“It was the best tactic I had at the time. Besides, it worked. Phineas dissolved and never made it back through the doors.”

“That is not a tactic. It’s practically a death wish. What if you had drunk the wrong vial?” Triton exclaimed.

“I knew that Gaia wanted me alive more than she wanted him alive.It was a strategy. Granted, she could have decided to pick Phineas, but I knew she wouldn’t. She said she had plans for me. Numerous times.”

“So you gambled that she would choose you over a man who could see the future?” Poseidon asked, through a clenched jaw.

“Yes. Besides, it was the only way to free Ella. We couldn’t leave her to him. She didn’t deserve that.” Percy answered confidently.

“Thank you, brother, for freeing Ella.” Tyson said, with a watery smile.

“Of course, big guy.” Percy smiled at him.

“Was there anything that happened in Alaska that we should be aware of?” Apollo asked, not having noted much aside from anxiety and fear.

“I nearly drowned in muskeg.” Percy said, thoughtfully. “But Hazel and Frank were able to save me. I’m mostly over the idea that I could drown now. Still have a little anxiety about it, but not much.”

“You got another mild concussion from what appears to be a horse kick to the head.”

“Yeah, we had Eidolons on the Argo and Piper was stuck with me and Jason being possessed. Blackjack knocked me out.”

“Then you fell.” Apollo said quietly, causing the room to fall silent.

“We did.” Percy agreed. “Annabeth noticed a river below us as we neared the … ground, I guess you could say, and,” Percy put a hand over his chest, “I was able to get the river to catch us at the last minute. The Cocytus. Not pleasant. Though it was more pleasant than swimming to shore to find a beach made of broken glass.” Percy shuddered.

“You drank from the phlegethon. There was a lot of internal damage that was caused, but it healed itself.”

“That was super gross.” Percy said with a disgusted look on his face, as if he remembered the taste.

“You were attacked by Empousai.”

“Yeah, we were losing, too, since I was the only one with a weapon. But Bob showed up and helped.”

“I’m not sure this is the right order, but that isn’t important. You managed to take on over a hundred different curses. The Arai?”

“Yeah. Better to avoid them than fight them, just in case you were wondering. I don’t think I still have any of the curses, though.”

“I’m fairly certain they are all gone, but it’s hard to sort through what’s still there and what has faded. I’d have to do a more extensive look with Asclepius, but we can do that another time. It won’t affect getting Ares to lift his curse.” Apollo tapped his notes for a moment. “Something happened to your core. The source of your demi-god power.”

“Yes.” Percy answered quietly.

“Can you describe what it felt like?”

“Like … like something broke? Um. I stopped Akhlys from poisoning us by turning her poison against her. And something, I guess, shattered inside. I felt it break. But Annabeth called me, she looked so scared. Of me. So I pulled back. It felt like it healed, or smoothed over, but … I know the damage was done. The water, any water, really, is more in tune with me now. Whether I’m awake or not.”

“Perseus-” Poseidon had paled, and was gripping his son’s hand, while Amphitrite and Triton had wide eyes, full of fear.

“I know, dad. Or rather I have an idea. I imagine Apollo will get to it.” Percy said in resignation.

“You were severely malnourished by the time you reached the doors. Not to mention the numerous injuries you sustained while fighting an army of Titans and Giants and various other monsters with only one other demi-god.” Apollo said, moving on. He needed to get through this.

“We faced Tartarus.” Percy stated, looking terrified for a moment, and the ground rumbled a little. “Gods, I couldn’t even face him without feeling utterly, and ridiculously, useless. I couldn’t lift my sword. I just … dropped it. If Bob and Damasen hadn’t shown up to help us, I doubt both of us would have made it out.”

“Your blood was the blood Gaia needed to fully wake. Having a female demi-god’s blood would have helped, but yours was what she really needed. Your’s is … special.” Apollo stated, watching Percy for a reaction, but he merely nodded in understanding. “What I’m having trouble understanding is the remnants of possession. Godly possession. Though not Greek, if I’m not mistaken?” Apollo raised an eyebrow and Percy cringed, and his cheeks tinted pink.

“What gods would use possession?” Triton asked, confused, but Percy squirmed in his chair looking like he wanted to sink through it.

“Egyptian.” He answered quietly.

“Egyptian?” Apollo asked, both brows raised. “Perseus, exactly how many pantheons have you encountered?”

“Uh, three?” He answered sheepishly.

“Three? Greek, Egyptian, and?” Apollo pressed, waiting for the answer, trying to seem patient.

“Norse.”

“Greek, Egyptian, and Norse?” Apollo was stunned.

“You hosted an Egyptian god?” Amphitrite asked sternly.

“Goddess. But, yes.”

“When?” Poseidon asked in a deadly calm voice. There was a storm in his eyes, though.

“After Gaia. A few months after. Met Carter and Sadie Kane. Egyptian magicians. And, uh, may have helped them take care of a few … things. Then, toward the summer after, met Magnus, Annabeth’s cousin and his significant other Alex. Well, if he ever asked them out. They’re both Einjari. So, technically already dead. They were sailing, or getting ready to sail, some ship of the dead or something to take care of an issue with Loki I guess. Helped them train a bit. Haven’t really been part of anything since then. Well, aside from helping Lester when he showed up.”

“Any questions before I get to the next bit?” Apollo asked, looking at Tyson, then Amphitrite, Poseidon, and Triton.

“Just get it over with, Apollo.” Percy said, looking tired all of a sudden.

“Alright. Well. You mentioned what you felt in Tartarus. About the source of your power breaking. If you had continued what you were doing, you would have ascended. It would have been extremely painful, especially where you were. But you stopped it. You managed to stop your own ascension. However, the damage has been done. Your core has expanded as much as it can in your mortal form. If I had to put a number to it, I’d say you have maybe two years before your body can no longer contain the power. You’ll either ascend or your body will burn. Since you aren’t actively using your powers near as much as when you first came into your heritage, you’ve managed to slow the progress. But it will happen. Your 22nd birthday is in a few weeks. But you won’t make it to 24 at this rate. If you use your powers to any higher degree, the time will shorten considerably. Your core is already cracked and struggling to contain the power you currently possess.”

The room fell silent as everyone let the information sink in.

“Is that something that Zeus needs to know?” Percy asked in a low voice.

“If he doesn’t ask, I don’t have to answer. But I cannot lie. Not as the god of truth.” Apollo answered, closing his notebook.

“Thank you, Apollo. For going over this with us.” Amphitrite stated, her hand gripping Poseidon’s tightly.

“Of course. Percy, would you care to show me the gardens? What you were working on the other day?” Apollo asked, knowing the others wanted to talk without him present.

“Sure. Dad?”

“Go on, Perseus. The chaperone is already waiting on you.” Poseidon answered, a small smile on his lips that he was struggling to hold. Percy rolled his eyes.

Before he could leave, he was pulled into a tight hug by Triton, surprising him. After a few seconds he hugged back. When Triton released him, no one mentioned the tears they saw threatening to overwhelm the elder sea prince. Tyson hugged him as well, lifting him off his feet, making him laugh. Apollo nodded to everyone as he turned and followed Percy out. He knew they all needed time to absorb and work through how they felt. The best he could do, for the moment, was keep Percy company.

Not to mention talk to him about the vacation he was still trying to plan.

Chapter 22: A family discussion

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“None of your other demi-god children went through this.” Amphitrite said quietly. “Not a single one. How could this one have so much bad happen?”

“I don’t know.” Poseidon answered quietly. “He rejected godhood. Twice. And now it’s being forced on him.” He swiped a hand tiredly over his face.

“I’m glad I’ll get to spend more time with him. I just wish it was because of a choice he made instead of it being forced on him.” Triton said with a quiet calm that Poseidon and Amphitrite had only heard a few times. The sea around them cooled a few degrees, which meant a very large storm was brewing overhead.

“Son. You need to calm yourself.” Amphitrite said gently, putting a hand on her son’s shoulder. “Perseus is still with us. He’s fine.” Her voice cracked and she reached a hand up to cover her mouth, but the water temperature returned to normal once more. Triton turned around and pulled his mother into a hug when he caught her expression.

“We’ll be there for him, mother. We will.”

“What we need to concern ourselves with, at the moment, is how the others will take the news. My brother will most likely throw a tantrum unlike any he has before. He will not appreciate the power a son of mine holds and will prefer to destroy him rather than let him ascend.”

“We won’t let that happen.” Triton said vehemently. “I know the others, the ones he trained at camp, and fought beside him, won’t either. Not that I’ve met them, but if I can grow to appreciate him and care about him in the short amount of time we’ve spent together, then they will be the same.”

“The campers are fiercely protective of him.” Apollo agreed, appearing in the room, startling the three sea deities. “Apologies, I am still with Perseus, but I knew that you could use another godly opinion, so I projected myself here as well. If there is one person, god or immortal, aside from Chiron, that they would follow, it would be Percy. Percy is the one who united them and led them through the battle against the Titans. Percy is the one who united them when The Seven returned from Greece to battle Gaea. The gods, well some of us, made as much of an appearance as we could. But essentially it was Percy and Annabeth who they fought with and for. The demi-gods who survived where no god even dares venture, let alone name out loud. They will fight for him. Even if it means defying their parentage.” Apollo finished and watched each being for a reaction, but found only relief.

“They may hate us all once Percy’s story is told through the recounting of his injuries.” Poseidon said hesitantly. “After all, if I had not abandoned him and his mother, then perhaps they would have been safer.”

“You can’t know that.” Apollo said quietly. “By that point the prophecy had already been delivered, Zeus had broken the oath, which shattered any restraints it may have held for you and Uncle Hades. An oath made on the Styx is not forgiven. As I learned myself. So when father broke it, it no longer held sway over either of you. You did what you did to keep them away from my father’s temper. It will not help if you focus on what could or could not have happened. Right now, that doesn’t matter. What matters is supporting Perseus and showing them everything that they have caused by choosing to stay distant. There are many other demi-god children who endure the same kind of abuse. Some never discover their heritage, some die before they can reach camp. I know that of The Seven, Percy and Leo both suffered various types of physical and psychological abuse. Annabeth suffered psychological abuse for a time though not as severe. Jason was raised in the Roman army, not a family. Hazel was abused and then died. Only Frank had a fairly easy childhood, and that ended when his mother died and he had to enter the Roman life. Those are only seven examples. We, well most of us, have dozens of children.”

“That only helps part of the problem we’re facing.” Poseidon responded in a low voice.

“True. But what happened to Ares when he cursed the child of the prophecy meant to save or destroy us? Because I had never heard about it until I was called here. Which means, logically, that only Hera and Zeus know. And what of Hermes’ child starting the war with Kronos? Choosing to be his vessel? Hermes was left to grieve. He was not punished, not that I think he deserved to be, but there was nothing done. So many children died, and nothing came of it. I’m probably mostly bitter about being cast out for a choice a psychotic descendent of mine made, but he wasn’t my child. He was a legacy. And still I incurred the wrath of my father, being made wholly mortal and forced to complete quests as one. Not even as a demi-god, but a mortal. As a ruler, my father should be doing better. These are only a few examples of what he has tolerated and what he has chosen to act on. He chose to act on what scared him instead of what could best benefit those who believe.” Apollo finished with a sigh.

“You have a unique perspective, Apollo. Would you stand testimony against your own father?” Amphitrite asked, watching the god with interest.

“I will stand testimony against a King who no longer sees why he was chosen as such. He was supposed to be the better leader over Kronos. And yet I do not see how different they are. Kronos ate his children. Zeus lets them die either by his hand or each other’s, and cares not. I do not want my children to come to harm because he decides one day that me and mine are a threat to him.”

“Tyson, son, you’ve been exceptionally quiet.” Poseidon stated, looking at the young cyclops.

“I believe in my brother. I am with Percy.” Tyson said firmly.

“You’re a good brother, Tyson.” Amphitrite said gently, touching Tyson’s shoulder.

“Percy showed me what it means to be a good brother. He showed me by what he does for the other campers. They follow where he leads. As will I. He is a great leader, brother, and friend.” Tyson said, his eye looking at the ground.

“I don’t think the council is prepared for what they are about to endure.” Triton said with a smirk. “Run along back to Perseus, Lord Apollo. Spend time with him before we go. However, he is going to need his beauty rest before seeing everyone, so don’t keep him out too late.” Apollo blushed.

“If there is anything you wish to discuss prior to the meeting, just let me know. I don’t plan to let him out of my sight until tomorrow is over with.” Apollo gave a small bow and disappeared from the room.

“He is completely, and utterly, disgustingly, in love with Perseus.” Triton complained, but he was laughing, so the effect was lost.

“It has been a very long time since Apollo has been this taken with anyone. Centuries, maybe even millenia.” Amphitrite agreed with a grin.

“Does this mean I need to make stricter guidelines for him?” Poseidon asked, brow raised at his wife and son, who only snickered some more.

“I talked to him. So has his mom and other dad. Estelle was the scary one.” Tyson said, but shuddered.

“Estelle? Isn’t she, like, four years old?” Triton asked, watching Tyson who shrugged.

“She’s very protective of her brother.” Tyson whispered, but Triton’s eyes lit up.

“I think I’d very much like to meet her.”

“Yay!” Tyson cheered. “We can go to dinner at their house tomorrow!”

“We should probably let poor Sally know we’ll be dropping by, dear.” Amphitrite said, and Poseidon looked at her in surprise. “What? Percy is my son, too, now. I should get to know the woman who raised him.”

“Of course, my dear. If that is what you wish, we will have dinner with them.” Poseidon answered, still looking lost in shock.

“Let us retire and start fresh tomorrow. We have been given much to think on.” Amphitrite announced.

“Good night, mother.” Triton said, kissing her cheek.

“Good night, my lady!” Tyson called and waved as he followed Triton out the door.

“I’ll meet you there momentarily.” Poseidon told her, and she kissed his cheek.

“Take all the time you need. He’s your son. And he has survived so much. I know it’s a lot to take in.”

Poseidon watched her go and sighed heavily when he was alone once more. He respected his son’s choice to remain mortal, though it had pained him. And now. Now he had to watch his son either accept godhood in the next two years, or burn away. And so he watched his son and Apollo walk through the gardens holding hands. Watched as he was dropped off at his room. And then watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful. As if he had no burdens at all. No matter the outcome, he would be there for his child. He stayed away, thinking it was best. But no longer.

“I stand with you, my son.” He whispered as he stroked the hair from Percy’s face. “I stand with you.”

Chapter 23: Percy isn't patient

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The better idea would have probably been to let his family handle the council meeting. To just go home to his mom, Paul, and Estelle and spend the day hanging out and just playing around. Maybe help his mom with her book. But he knew that he needed to be there for the other kids like him. Those who had gone through what he’d gone through. Apollo had promised not to go into detail about what had happened to him, but if he was there he could give whatever details he thought were necessary. Besides, he knew that the campers would have a hard time coming to terms with how he was treated.

So he leaned against the wall just inside the entrance to the Empire State building, watching as the cabin heads got out of the camp van. Nico was scowling and grumbling, trying to stay in the van, but Will just threw him over his shoulder and brought him inside. Connor and Annabeth spotted him right away and hurried over to give him a hug, followed by hand shakes and a few more quick hugs from the others. Grover gave him a fist bump, but Percy pulled him in for a hug before he could get away.

“What are you doing here, Perseus?” Chiron asked, as he joined the growing crowd of demi-gods.

“Sneaking in. Dad thinks I went home, but I’m not interested in hiding away.” Percy answered with a shrug.

“Does dad know you’re going to be here?” Will asked with a crooked grin.

“Nope.” Percy responded, popping the p. “Well, I don’t think so anyway.”

“This should be fun then.” Nico grumbled, arms crossed, trying to look serious, but upside down he ended up looking petulant.

“Well, this isn’t going to be a picnic for anyone, but figured it was best I was here instead of letting someone else explain my life story.” Percy shrugged and led the way to the elevator.

They split up and went up the elevator in groups. When they were all together at the top, they walked the path to the temple together. Grouped around Percy like his personal bodyguards. When they arrived in the throne room, they all bowed respectfully, but Poseidon and Apollo stood quickly, spotting Percy at the front of the group.

“Persesus.” Poseidon said, looking breathless.

“Dad.” Percy responded with a crooked grin.

“You were supposed to be at home.” Apollo said quietly, looking at him with concern. Will mimed gagging, but Percy only raised an eyebrow at him in defiance.

“Call it a gut feeling, but I needed to be here.”

“Sit down, Apollo so we can get this over with.” Zeus grumbled, but received a glare from Poseidon, while Apollo continued to watch Percy for something. Finally he gave a small nod in acceptance and took his seat.

“Now. Poseidon, you called for this council to meet, what is it you want to discuss?” Zeus stated, waiting for an answer.

“We are still missing a few people. Once everyone has arrived, we’ll get started.” Poseidon stated, leaning back in his chair.

“Who are we waiting on? The council is all present.” Hera complained, but Poseidon ignored her, watching the doors. Hades and Persephone walked in, followed shortly by Amphitrite, Triton, and Tyson.

“Is this not a council meeting? What is the meaning of this?” Zeus thundered, eyes narrowed at Poseidon.

“Witnesses to events that have occurred in regards to my son and all we have forced him to endure. Now that everyone is here, we can begin.” Poseidon stood and went to the center of the room. “I have requested this meeting to discuss our effect on our children. Or rather, the effect our absence from their lives causes. I would like to use Perseus as an example of what can happen to a demi-god abandoned by his godly parent.

“If you’ll recall, when my son saved us from Kronos, he made us swear on the Styx to be better parents. Why do you think that is? Why would a demi-god ask that we be more present? I had Apollo examine Perseus to get a scope of the injuries he’s endured. There are injuries and broken bones going back to more than 15 years ago. Do you know how old he was when those were incurred? No more than five or six. And do you know how he received those injuries? His mother married a man that had a stench strong enough to cover his demi-god scent. And that man abused him and his mother on a fairly regular basis. His mother knew of his heritage because she knew who I was when we met. She was clear-sighted.

“So. After years of physical and psychological abuse, he suddenly had monsters chasing him down when he was 12. A Fury attacked him. The Minotaur. A hellhound. All before he knew who his father was. And what did we do when he found out? I was forced to claim him to defend myself against false accusations. When he didn’t even know of our existence he was blamed for theft. Did he leave us to figure it out for ourselves or did he accept the quest and solve the issue? On his first quest alone, he faced all three Furies, Medusa, Echidna, encountered the Lotus hotel, and fought Ares.

“Godly interference is forbidden on quests, but it seems, as long as the interference is detrimental, it is allowed. His bus was struck by lightning only a few hours into the quest. Echidna was sent after him with a Chimera. Ares sent him and his companions on a side quest. So I ask, Lord Zeus, do we not have differing opinions on what godly interference means?” Poseidon looked at Zeus, eyes hard and daring the king of the gods to argue his points.

“It is against the ancient laws for us to interfere.” Zeus stated through gritted teeth. “There is no proof that there was unnecessary interference on these quests.”

“No? So you didn’t strike the bus with lightning when he was sent to retrieve your bolt? You didn’t send Echidna after him in St. Louis? You didn’t question Ares’ involvement? They were obviously meant to, what? Help them?” Poseidon asked with a raised brow. “For someone set with following that particular rule, you interfered a great deal. Did you know that Perseus was cursed? Cursed that his sword would fail him in battle when he most needed it?” The throne room erupted in noise at this announcement as gods and demi-gods all began shouting over each other. Percy just kept his eyes locked on Zeus, before glancing at Ares, who appeared to be trying to sink into his throne.

“Enough!” Zeus shouted, causing everyone to fall silent. The demi-gods gathered around Percy in case they needed to defend him, faces hard and determined. Even Clovis managed to stay awake and glare towards Zeus. Lou Ellen’s hands were glowing from magic begging to be set free. “What relevance does that have for this council?”

“Relevance? Perhaps the fact that you allowed the child of the prophecy to be cursed with absolutely zero repercussions, my lord.” Amphitrite stated coldly.

“What?!” Athena, Dionysis, Artemis, and Aphrodite shouted.

“Perhaps Lord Ares would care to explain.” Amphitrite stated, glaring at the god of war.

“Yes, father. Perhaps my dear half-brother should share with us what punishment he received for attempting to doom us all?” Apollo added, face calm, but eyes blazing with fury.

“That is not your concern.” Hera stated haughtily.

“No? Perhaps he was sentenced to have his domain stripped and serve as a mentor of some sort for new demi-gods? But, no, I forget, that punishment is reserved for the mere insult of being attracted to a Nymph who was deemed off-limits.” Dionysis sneered. “So what would the punishment be for the attempt to doom our existence?”

“You cursed Percy?” Clarisse asked in a deadly calm voice. “All we were told was that he disrespected you.”

“That brat is nothing but disrespectful.” Ares bit out, finally speaking. “It is not his place to question if I was punished or not.”

“Oh, he’s not asking. I am.” Poseidon growled. “Nine years ago you cursed my son. And he has gone through two major prophecies carrying that curse. All the while, he never even considered requesting it to be lifted. And you received no punishment as the only ones aware of your involvement were the king and queen of Olympus. Who decided that the council needn’t be aware.”

“That was a weakness we could not afford.” Athena ground out.

“This is only covering his first year knowing of his demi-god heritage. Not even a year. He encountered all of this in less than two weeks. He was abused by mortals, and used by the gods. Perseus, if you had to put a number to it, how many times had you wished for your death?” Poseidon asked, watching as Percy stiffened slightly.

“It’s not that simple.” Percy said, but sighed, when Annabeth put her hand on his shoulder. Thalia came and stood just in front of him, while Nico sidled closer, to his other side. “Probably at least once a year since I was six or seven. It was easy to admit that no one cared about me other than my mother. Before I’d really made friends at camp. But it’s been a while. I’m better now.”

“Thank you, Perseus. When he managed to assist Clarisse in retrieving the golden fleece, and in doing so, revive your daughter, Thalia, was he offered any kind of reward? Or was he pushed aside? When he rescued Artemis from Atlas, several of you debated whether he was more of a liability while he was in the room. When the children discovered an entrance to the labyrinth in the heart of their camp, did we send anyone to help protect them? No. You recalled Dionysis and sent him on missions instead of fulfilling his duty as assigned. How many of you lost children in that battle? Perhaps if they’d had a little godly assistance, there wouldn’t have been so many casualties.”

“He freed Typhon.” Zeus growled, as if that was supposed to negate everything else.

“And in doing so, he suffered burns to nearly his entire body. Or did you think a demi-god could fall into lava and come out unscathed?” Apollo asked, glaring at his father. “Did you know that he was cut by Luke’s blade, Backbiter? Or that he was scratched by Kronos’ scythe? He shouldn’t have been but there was a spy in camp at the time. Did you attempt to punish anyone’s parent whose child ended up as a spy or fighting on Kronos’ side? That’s a trick question. No, you didn’t punish them.”

“No mortal can survive being even touched with the scythe.” Hera stated, eyes narrowed.

“I did.” Percy said quietly.

“Then you are more of a danger to us, than I initially suspected.” Zeus stated, making every head turn to him incredulously.

“Again with blaming someone for something that you had a hand in causing.” Artemis growled. “If I didn’t know any better, father, I would say that you're determined to eradicate any and all you see as a threat to you as Kronos did.”

“Well said, sister.” Apollo agreed. Before Zeus could respond, Poseidon continued speaking.

“Then our dear sister decided to take the Prophecy of Seven into her own hands. Again, without discussing any of it with the council. She pulled Jason and Perseus from their camps, tampered with their memories, along with those of Piper and Leo. Without knowing the intricacies of memory magic like Dionysis. Dionysis, did Hera consult you before she changed their memories?” Poseidon turned his gaze to the god who looked more attentive than he usually was during any meeting.

“No, she did not.” Dionysis answered, eyes alight with purple fire.

“Were you consulted when the demi-gods returned from the war to ensure their minds were set right once more?” Poseidon continued, undeterred by the rumbling thunder and lightning around Zeus and Hera’s cold glare.

“I don’t see why you’re asking a question you already know the answer to, Uncle, but, no, I was not consulted.”

“Hm. So. In the life of just this one demi-god, he encountered abuse from a mortal step-parent, blame and hostility from the gods once he was claimed, cursed, and that doesn’t include a quest through the deepest part of the underworld. My questions, Lord Zeus, and for the council, are thus; have we upheld our oath to be better parents?” Poseidon looked around the room and met the eyes of everyone who was watching him in surprise and awe. “These are only a few instances in his life. Based on the silence, you wouldn’t know that that does not cover everything he has lived through. Imagine my surprise to find he encountered a Keres on a quest to the underworld he went on with Thalia and Nico; that he has interacted with multiple pantheons; and that he has made it through all of it and earned the loyalty and trust of each demi-god present. He has their utter faith. Can we say the same?”

“If you have questions, I present myself to the council to answer to the best of my ability.” Percy stated, still trapped in the midst of the protective circle of the other demi-gods.

“Has the curse affected you?” Aphrodite asked, watching him with concern in her eyes.

“Twice. Once when I faced Atlas; but the prophecy for that quest said one would have to bear the curse so I freed Lady Artemis and took the sky from her. Without her fighting, we would not have been able to get Atlas back under his original burden. The second time …” Percy paused and wiped his sweaty, shaking hands on his pants, but Annabeth grabbed one hand while Nico took the other, “the second time was when Tartarus tried to stop us from getting to the Doors of Death.”

“Do you think it has affected you in other circ*mstances?” Persephone asked, drawing attention to the fact she was present.

“I don’t think so. The way the curse was worded, I had to remember it in order for it to affect me. Those are the only times I remember hearing Ares’ voice in my head repeating the words.”

“Why were you, Thalia, and Nico on a quest in the underworld?” Dionysis asked, glancing at Hades and Persophone.

“Well, that has a complicated answer. Lady Persephone phrased it as a quest for Nico to earn Hades’ trust, and I couldn’t let him do it alone, and Thalia wouldn’t let me go without her. Persephone had a sword made for Hades and it was stolen by Ethan Nakamura. She tasked us with retrieving it. We talked to Sisyphus, Melinoe, and encountered the Keres. I was caught by the Keres,” Percy reached over and pulled his shirt down over his shoulder where the claw marks were still visible, “we caught up with Ethan and he had managed to free Iapetus from Tartarus. Thalia and Nico fought him, skeletons fought Ethan who dropped the sword, and I dropped Iapetus into the Lethe and named him Bob. He healed my shoulder, we returned the sword, only to find out Hades wasn’t aware of its creation. I had him swear oaths on the Styx about its use.” Percy glared at Thalia and Nico who were glaring back, knowing he left out a few things.

“Those are the important parts.” Nico conceded, but not looking too happy.

“There is no place to cross the Lethe at that entrance to the Underworld.” Hades pointed out, a curious look on his face. “How was it you were able to all get across safely, memories still intact?” Everyone watched as the three cousins had a silent argument with their eyes.

“Percy controlled the water and lifted it so Nico and I could get across.” Thalia admitted, still glaring at her cousin.

“That shouldn’t be possible.” Hermes commented, watching everyone else for a reaction, not surprised by the loud thunder boom from Zeus.

“Perhaps not. But if I hadn’t done it, the sword would have ended up in the hands of Kronos’ minions and they would have had the capability to call forth any from Tartarus for their army.” Percy stated matter-of-factly.

“What are these other pantheons you’ve interacted with and why?” Demeter asked.

“Um. Well.” Percy laughed nervously and squeezed the hands he held. “I met Carter Kane after the Titan war. Annabeth met Sadie Kane around then as well. After the Giant war, we went to sort out an issue with an Egyptian god trying to rewrite the rules of the world or something. Anyway, they needed the power of an Egyptian goddess to defeat him, and I might have allowed her to, uh, possess me for a bit.”

“You willingly let an Egyptian goddess possess you?” Hades asked, interestedly.

“Um, yeah?” Percy answered a little uncertainly. “Since she had been in my head, she knew what I’d gone through and, uh, offered to make me a god.”

“And the other pantheon?” Demeter asked, still wanting an answer to her initial question.

“Oh, uh, Norse. Annabeth’s cousin is Einjari and needed some training. I helped.” Percy stated, more confident in his answer.

“Why is it we were never informed of these quests?” Dionysis asked, eyes narrowed. “As camp director, I should have been informed.”

“I apologize, Lord Dionysis, it wasn’t meant as a slight. These happened while I was in school, during the year when I wasn’t at camp. Didn’t think to inform you when I returned to camp.” Percy gave him a small bow of his head and Dionysis nodded his acceptance of the apology.

“How many of our children, would you guess, encounter abusive households?” Hermes asked, looking nervous.

“I would guess a majority experience some form of abuse. I mean, Nico was kept in the Lotus hotel for 70 years because Lord Zeus killed his mother while attempting to kill him and his sister. Uncle Hades had his memories wiped with the Lethe. So he had no mortal family. Thalia ran away from home when her alcoholic and abusive mother gave her brother to a wolf when she was, what, 13? Annabeth’s father wasn’t necessarily abusive, but his disinterest, combined with her step-mother’s concern for her mortal children, caused them to exclude her from their family.

“Conner and Travis practically have lived at camp full time since they were around 10 and 11. Will stays because his mom is constantly on tour and he had no one else to stay with who would understand his affinity for healing. Leo was shunned by his remaining family and bounced from foster home to foster home, encountering abuse before running again. Jason was raised by an army, not a family. Every one of us has a story. Some worse than others, but it doesn’t do anything to compare our traumas. It does nothing to help us heal. Being there for us, treating us like your children, and not just weapons, now and again, would do more than you think. We’re not asking you to do our quests or even see us everyday. But the occasional visit or birthday card wouldn’t hurt.”

“We don’t talk about our pasts, and perhaps that’s on us. But we’ve never been shown that it matters to anyone other than Chiron. We have each other. We stand with Percy.” Annabeth said fiercely, followed by murmured agreements from the others.

As everyone stated their faith and belief in Percy, the demi-god gasped and clutched his chest, falling to his knees.

“Not yet.” Percy groaned, his breathing labored. “Not yet!”

“Percy! Focus on the now! Focus on being here!” Apollo shouted, coming and kneeling before him, and soon, his breathing evened out and the ache in his chest eased.

“It can’t happen now. I’m not ready.” Percy whispered, and Apollo pulled him to his feet gently.

“It won’t. It won’t. They all believe in you. That was your core accepting their belief. That’s it. You still have time.” Apollo whispered. Percy nodded.

“What happened?” Aphrodite asked softly, standing beside Apollo.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” Percy tried waving the question aside, but met the concerned looks from the campers. “I’ll explain later. But just to you guys.” Thalia’s blue eyes bore into him, but she nodded, accepting his answer.

“He’ll be fine. Just residual pain from what he experienced in Tartarus.” Annabeth said firmly. Dionysis was watching him with renewed interest, and understanding crossed his face. Percy nodded to him and the god gave him a sad smile.

“Is there anything else that I’m needed for?” Percy looked around the room, and saw that the gods were ready to have a heated discussion without him. “If there is nothing further, I’d like to return to camp and be with my friends. My family. And have a sing-along. If any of you can make it, your presence would be welcome.”

“Well said, my son. Go. Be with your family.” Poseidon pulled him into a hug before he turned back to face the council and gathered gods.

“Triton, you’re welcome to join as well, if you want.” Percy called to his brother, who smiled at him.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” Percy nodded to him and led the procession back toward the elevator.

Percy loaded into the van with the other demi-gods and Chiron. When they arrived at camp, they all headed for the amphitheater.

“Percy, will you tell us what happened?” Will asked quietly, watching the leader of their camp. Percy sighed.

“Well. It’s … not pleasant, but you deserve to know. Apollo said that my core, the source of my demi-god power, is cracked. Leaking power. That my mortal body can only contain it for at most another two years. Before I turn 24 I’ll either burn up, or ascend.” The amphitheater was quiet as he told them. When he looked up, he saw proud smiles on their faces.

“We couldn’t ask for anyone better to achieve godhood. We’ll be here for you. To remind you not to be a seaweed-brain.” Annabeth told him with a wet chuckle.

“Or Kelp-head.” Thalia added. “It’ll be nice to have a sparring partner for eternity.”

“What do you think your domains will be?” Nyssa asked. Percy had almost forgotten the daughter of Hephestus was there.

“Reckless plans that shouldn’t work but somehow do?” Nico commented, causing snickers around him.

“Hey!” Percy called indignantly.

“Absolutely!” Thalia and Annabeth agreed, before bursting out into laughter.

“Motivational pre-battle speeches?” Clovis called with a yawn and Lou Ellen elbowed him, rolling her eyes.

“Worry?” Butch added, with a raised eyebrow at Annabeth who laughed harder.

“Self-sacrificial tendencies?” Clarisse commented with a smirk, causing Percy to snort.

“Oh, come on! I’m not that bad!”

“No, you’re worse.” Nico grumbled, draping an arm over his eyes in faux exasperation, falling back against Will who nearly fell over himself from laughing so hard.

Chiron watched on in amusem*nt, a small smile on his face. Percy nodded at him in acknowledgement and Chrion nodded back. The Stolls brought out s’mores while Katie tossed a guitar to Will. They sang and had a small marshmallow fight. Soon, Aphrodite appeared and sat beside Piper, who smiled at her mom. Dionysis stood by Chiron, but Poseidon sat by Percy, Apollo by Will, Hades sat in the shadows behind Nico with Persephone, Demeter sat by Katie, Hermes sat between Travis and Conner, Artemis sat behind Percy since Thalia was glued to his other side. Even Athena sat with her as Annabeth was between Conner and Thalia. Someone must have gotten word out as Hecate and Iris showed up as well. Grover sat near Will with his reed pipes out.

The singing lasted well past their normal curfew, but everyone was having fun eating and singing that Chiron wasn’t in a hurry to rush anyone to bed. It may have been a rough day, but Percy felt better than he had in a long while. They could wait another day to talk about what was decided.

Chapter 24: Beginning to heal

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Poseidon stood over the sleeping form of his son in his cabin at camp. The sing-along and campfire had worn all the children out and they were all soundly asleep. Apollo knelt next to the bed on the other side, brushing Percy’s hair from his face. Dionysis stood at the end of the bed, face scrunched up as if concentrating.

“Are we certain it won’t affect him?” Poseidon asked, for what seemed like the thousandth time.

“It won’t. If anything, it will let him see his memories clearer. See how different he acted and how he would normally have acted. In essence, our dear queen of the gods repressed his already miniscule self-preservation. Made it so he deemed every life around him, especially every demi-god as more … important? No, perhaps vital is a better word, than himself.” Dionysis answered.

“Athena is bringing Ares to undo his curse.” Hermes stated as he joined the group around the sleeping demi-god. “Though it may be best to do this elsewhere.”

“There’s no telling how his powers will react, you mean.” Apollo stated, raising an eyebrow at his brother.

“Yes.” Hermes confirmed.

“We can do it at the palace. He has a room there, and if this goes well, then I’ll be able to have him back here before he wakes up for breakfast.” Poseidon said, in a slightly worried tone.

“I’ll monitor his vitals, ensure it isn’t affecting his health too much.” Apollo added, standing up and facing the others. Poseidon reached forward and touched his son’s head and in a flash they were in his bedroom in Atlantis. Triton was pacing by the door, and barely glanced up as the entourage appeared. Amphitrite was sitting in the chair by the bed, looking worriedly at her step-son.

Artemis, Athena, Ares, and even Hera entered through the doors, blocked by a scowling Triton.

“You were not expected, Lady Hera.” Triton said, through gritted teeth.

“I’m not surprised. I’m simply here to right a wrong.” Hera said, though she looked quite unlike her usual haughty self. She looked humbled. Apparently Triton saw what he wanted in her eyes, and after a moment, nodded and let the group pass.

“Ares, you’ll go first, then D, you’ll take care of his mind.” Poseidon informed them, as he moved to stand beside his wife. Triton moved to stand beside Apollo, who was now at the end of the bed, while Ares and Dionysis moved to either side of Percy’s head.

Ares reached a hand out and a soft red glow enveloped Percy. The sleeping demi-god took a sharp breath and his head turned from side to side. It only took a few seconds, but when the glow receded, Percy let out a long slow exhale, as if a weight had been lifted. He hummed in his sleep, and the corners of his lips pulled up into a small smile. As Ares backed away, Percy started emitting a soft green glow.

“His aura is expanding.” Triton said in a strained voice.

“He’s still got time.” Apollo assured him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “He’s not there yet. Still mostly mortal.”

After watching him for nearly 15 minutes, the glow subsided and barely reached outside of his skin. Once he settled down again, Dionysis reached out and touched his head. At the contact, Percy scowled. He shifted, trying to dislodge the hand on his head, but when it didn’t move, he swatted his hands up to move it.

“Restrain him, will you? He’s going to fight this.” Dionysis stated, and Artemis moved to hold his left arm in place, while Athena held his right. When he shifted more, and tried kicking, Hera and Ares moved forward and held his legs in place. Apollo started biting his thumb nail as he watched Percy struggling under the memory magic being fully removed. He had to steady himself on the foot of the bed when the ground shook violently. “Nearly there.” Dionysis whispered, though his voice sounded strained even with the whisper.

When Dionysis dropped his hand, a shockwave burst out from Percy, nearly throwing the gods off of him. He was gasping in the bed, still trying to free himself from those holding him down, caught in a nightmare it seemed.

“Let him go! He’s caught in his own head, if you don’t let go, he’ll fight harder, and he’ll turn more violent.” Apollo called, watching as the gods quickly let go of his arms and legs and backed away. Once they’d all backed away, Apollo rushed forward and gently touched Percy’s temple. At the contact, Percy sighed, unclenching his hands and rolled on his side toward Apollo.

“I should go check the seas. I know at least two hurricanes popped up, but I’m not sure what else from here.” Poseidon said quietly. He reached out to tuck a hair behind Percy’s ear and whispered, “get some sleep, my son,” before pulling Amphitrite to her feet and heading for the door, ushering the other gods, aside from Triton and Apollo, out as well. He looked back one last time before shutting the door and facing his family. “If he is not back at Camp by morning, then we will ensure he gets home when he wakes. You can tell his family as much, nephew.”

“Naturally. If I haven’t heard from Apollo in two days, I’ll return to check on him once more.” Dionysis stated, then inclined his head, and flashed back to the big house.

“We have much to discuss, so if you all are inclined to stick around, we can have a meeting or family meal, whichever you prefer.” Amphitrite stated, addressing the remaining deity’s.

“Food sounds great.” Hermes answered with a smile, and the others nodded their agreement. Though Ares looked rather uncomfortable at the thought of remaining.

“Wonderful. If you do not wish to stay, you’re welcome to be on your way.” Amphitrite didn’t bother hiding her annoyance in her tone, but smiled pleasantly as Ares flashed away.

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“I was really hoping he would be easier to hate.” Triton finally said, after nearly half an hour of silence.

“Artemis said the same thing to me once.” Apollo commented with a crooked smile.

“I knew Tyson loved him, and of course he’s father’s favorite, demi-god or godly, child. But I’m quite annoyed at how likable he is.”

“Thalia once suggested he had some sort of super power. Others are constantly opening up to him, sharing their secrets, and then defending him against an adversary. I mean, you need only look at the Romans, who are notorious for their hate of all things Greek. They made him Praeter after only a week with them. And at least three of those days were spent on a quest. He inspires loyalty in others as well as bringing out their protectiveness.”

“Of course none of those are the reasons you fell in love with him.” Triton commented, watching Apollo trip over his own feet in the middle of his pacing. “I hear we get to meet the rest of the family. Tell me about them.”

Apollo cleared his throat, but went and sat on the bed by Percy’s head, brushing the hair back, while he gathered his thoughts. When he looked back up, Triton was sitting on Percy’s other side, waiting patiently. And so the sun god talked about Sally and Paul and Estelle. How he had met them when he was Lester, everything that the Blofis household did for any demi-god in need, to what Percy was studying and how much he enjoyed training the new demi-gods and recruits to the legion.

At some point, Triton had begun writing notes, and occasionally asking questions. The whole time they talked, Percy never stirred. It seemed his body was adjusting to no longer carrying a curse he’d had for nearly a decade and his mind was resetting itself. Both deity’s were determined to let him sleep as long as necessary for him to heal.

Chapter 25: Vacation

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Percy woke slowly, sun shining across his face, as he stretched and hummed in contentment. He felt lighter. Calmer. Clearer. He rolled over in bed and looked out the window at clear skies and the sound of the ocean washing on the shore coming in with a cool breeze. It had been a crazy few weeks. He had woken up after meeting with the council in his father’s palace. Initially he’d been confused, but not entirely surprised. He’d sighed and gotten up and wandered the palace, but had so many sea people bowing to him that he’d gotten uncomfortable and started a small quake trying to get away.

He rolled over in bed to look out the window better to see the beach, while he thought back. Apparently when the curse had been removed, along with Hera’s mind meddling, his aura had expanded, as had his powers. He’d had to stay in the sea and train with Triton and his father for a week to try and get things back under control again. He couldn’t stay longer than that since he had school starting soon. He wanted to make sure he had his books ready for the new semester to start.

Triton had wanted to meet his mother so badly that after the week of training had been over, Percy had had to set up a dinner for Amphitrite, Triton, Tyson and Poseidon to meet the rest of his family. It had gone better than he expected. Everyone loved his mom, he knew they would, but Estelle had all the sea family wrapped around her little finger as much as Percy by the time they left. What he hadn’t expected, was for Apollo to show up as they left, ready to take him on a vacation.

“Percy.” A voice purred from across the room, dragging his name out. He smiled and, without looking, threw a pillow toward the voice, laughing when he heard a small oof.

“I’m resting.”

“You’re awake. Time for breakfast. So get out of bed or I’ll dump you out.”

“You wouldn’t.” Percy narrowed his eyes at the god and practically pouted.

“I would.” Apollo confirmed, throwing the pillow back at him.

“Fine. Breakfast, then surfing?” Percy asked hopefully.

“Sure. But David wants some shots of you on the beach.” Percy groaned.

“Why did you tell him you were taking me on vacation if you were going to turn it into a photo shoot?”

“Don’t blame me, blame your mother and Piper. They orchestrated this. I only planned the vacation.”

“Fine.” Percy groaned, then turned a mischievous grin on the god. “Can we get massages after?”

“Sure, if that’s something you want.” Apollo agreed with a blush.

“Mm. Sign us up for one of those couple massages in the outside gondolas.” Percy added, standing up and cracking his joints. He then sauntered over to Apollo and pressed his body against him, against the wall, and kissing him firmly.

“If you don’t stop,” Apollo said, breaking off the kiss with a gasp, “then we won’t make it anywhere outside of this room.” But his hands had wandered over Percy’s body, pulling him closer.

“Maybe I want to spend the day inside. Haven’t ever done that before. Sounds fun.” Percy rolled his hips against Apollo, causing him to groan and put his head in Percy’s neck.

“You are going to be the death of me, Perseus Jackson.” Apollo’s voice was a harsh whisper.

“Ah, but what a way to go.” Percy growled, before kissing him again, slowly, then pulling away with a sigh. “But you are right. Let’s get some breakfast and then head outside.”

“I think I need a cold shower first. Or a dozen.” Apollo complained as Percy walked away. Percy laughed a loud startled sound.

They enjoyed breakfast and made their way to the beach where Percy started working a board to get ready to catch some waves. He pointedly ignored David, who was taking a ton of pictures as he moved around trying to find the right light. He just sighed as he imagined how good the massage would be later.

Chapter 26: Offerings

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Percy was anxious. Not his normal anxiety that had to do with a new video or photo shoot, but a new anxiety. Nervousness. He hadn’t felt this nervous at his first national swim competition a few weeks back. He had been a little nervous then, but being in the water, in his element, was calming. Even attending Rachel’s gala hadn’t been this nerve wracking. There he just had to smile and shake hands.

But through his acting class, he was expected to audition and participate in the fall musical. He’d done it, the audition, anticipating that he would be in the background or even just stage crew. But the director had offered him one of the main roles. And tonight was his debut. The theater kids had welcomed him with open arms and were very excited that he was willing to participate in their production.

Doing the warm up with everyone eased some of his nerves, but not all of them.

“Gods, why did I agree to this?” He groaned and leaned back against the wall. When he opened his eyes, Apollo was watching him with a curious look on his face. “Oh, goodie. You’re here.”

“You know, most performers would be grateful to have the god of music visiting them before a performance.”

“Maybe. But most of them set out to do this sort of thing on purpose.”

“You’ll be fine, Percy. You’ve practiced this. You are ready. Just take a few deep breaths and let them out. When you let them out, imagine you’re letting your nervous energy go with it, ok? Copy me.” Apollo put Percy’s hand on his chest and Percy couldn’t help but follow the deep breaths. He marveled at how he actually felt better.

“Huh. Thanks, P. That helped, actually.” Percy gave him a bright smile and Apollo blushed.

“Good. Now go knock ‘em dead. If you all aren’t too busy celebrating after I’ll take you out to dinner.”

“A proper date, huh?”

“Obviously.”

“I’d like that.” Percy grinned at him and leaned forward and gave him a small peck before walking away to join the others ready to go on. Instead of nervous, now he was excited. He hadn’t really ever given much thought to singing, but he found he enjoyed it. And he wasn’t half bad, according to the director and the other students. This was definitely something he planned to keep to himself for as long as he could.

When they got a standing ovation, he couldn’t stop the huge smile that overcame him as he held hands with his co-stars and they all bowed. He didn’t worry too much about an after party, because this was only the first performance of the weekend. They had two more to go, still. And everyone had assured him that the party after the final performance is always epic. He quickly changed from his costume and wiped off as much of the make-up as he could before heading out. He spotted Apollo lingering at the entrance to the theater in a casual suit that definitely showed off his body in all the right ways.

“Hey.” Percy said, as he joined Apollo.

“Hey. You did amazingly. I’m surprised you were able to keep a talent like that hidden for so long. You’ve got a beautiful voice.”

“Thanks. So. Where are you taking me for dinner?” Percy asked, ducking his head to try and hide his blush.

“Somewhere fun. It’s a bit of a trip.” Apollo said, holding out a hand. Percy took it with a bright smile and a small huff of laughter.

“I trust you.” Percy said softly, grinning at the surprised look in Apollo’s eyes. When he blinked he found himself in a bustling street. There were bright lights all around them from the marquis but he couldn’t read them. Not because of his dyslexia, for once, but because they weren’t in English or Greek. “Where are we?”

“Tokyo. Thought you might enjoy some authentic Japanese cuisine. Is that alright?”

“Sounds amazing. I’m starving.” Percy said with a groan, making Apollo laugh.

Apollo led him to a restaurant where he spoke to the host in fluent Japanese and they were seated in a fairly secluded area. Percy didn’t even bother looking at the menu knowing he wouldn’t be able to read it anyway.

“Pick something out for me. But no alcohol, please.”

“Didn’t plan on it, my dear. So. How did your swim meet go a few weeks ago?” Apollo leaned forward, but Percy rolled his eyes.

“Like you didn’t watch.”

“Maybe. But I wanted to hear it from you.”

“It was great. Honestly. It’s interesting to know that I have so much control over what the results could be, but restraining my powers and letting my body do all the work. It felt really great. Coach was pretty ecstatic that her swimmers placed so highly. I got first, which was kind of surprising to me, actually. I mean these guys have been competing at this level a lot longer than me, right? I just can’t believe I did so well.”

“How many more meets do you have before the trials?”

“I think five? I’m not entirely sure. Trials will be in the spring, so I have some time to practice more and work on my form a bit more.” Before they could say anymore, their waiter appeared and Apollo ordered for them. Percy was quite happy with the co*ke he got and the food was amazing. Their conversation flowed easily.

When they were done eating, Apollo showed him the different sights Tokyo had to offer and Percy paid attention as much as he could, but he felt something a little strange. He thought he heard someone saying his name, but when he looked around, he didn’t see anyone he could recognize.

Percy Jackson

“You alright?” Apollo asked concernedly, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” Percy said absently, but then he heard it again. His name. “Did you hear that?” He asked, looking around again.

Percy Jackson

“Hear what?”

“My name. Someone said my name.” Percy kept looking around, his grip on Apollo’s hand loosening.

Percy Jackson

Percy blinked and looked around, feeling very confused. He was in the Apollo cabin somehow.

“What the Hades?” He said turning around and spotting several Apollo campers. “Um, hi?”

“Percy, how are you here?” Will asked anxiously.

“I … I don’t know. I was in Tokyo with your dad. We had dinner. Were you guys talking about me?”

“Ye-yeah, we, uh, we were.” Austin said quietly, looking pale.

“Dad? Uh, dad, we need you here!” Will called, sounding panicked, but Percy couldn’t figure out why.

“Perseus!” Apollo’s voice reverberated in his head and he gasped as he found himself back in Tokyo with Apollo holding his face in both hands.

“What?” Percy asked, his voice sounding slurred. He couldn’t see straight, and the lights were suddenly so bright he had to close his eyes. “Apollo what’s happening to me?” Percy whispered and fell, feeling Apollo catch him and pick him up.

His head ached when he finally opened his eyes again. He was in his room and it was nearly dawn. He was in his pajamas and Apollo was pacing at the foot of his bed. He heard other voices in the living room and wondered who all showed up.

“Percy!” Apollo breathed out and rushed to his side.

“Apollo? What happened?”

“Here, drink, then we’ll talk.” Apollo pushed a glass with a straw in it toward him, and Percy recognized nectar when he saw it. He drank it and felt the ache in his head ease and he breathed a sigh of relief, sitting up fully. “Better?”

“Yeah. Weird. Can you get some coffee while I brush my teeth?” Percy asked, standing up. Apollo looked uncertain, but relented and nodded, leaving Percy alone. He went and brushed his teeth and relieved himself before going into the living room. Where he froze when he spotted Nico, Will, Frank, Hazel, Thalia, Annabeth, and Connor. “Uh. Hi?”

“Percy!” They all shouted and he jumped a little at their outburst and a pipe burst in the walls. He groaned and flicked a hand toward it and it stopped leaking.

“Sorry.” Thalia said, approaching him with her worried mother-hen look. “Come on and sit down. We need to chat, cousin.”

“Ok …?”

“Here you go.” Apollo said, handing him a coffee and a bagel.

“Sweet. You’re my favorite right now.” Percy groaned as he sipped his coffee and took a bite of the bagel. “So?”

“Percy, do you understand what happened to you last night?” Thalia asked cautiously.

“No. It was super weird, though. I told Apollo that I thought I heard someone saying my name, but he didn’t seem like he heard it. Which is strange because gods have a whole different type of hearing. I’d really like to know how I ended up in the Apollo cabin though.”

“We were talking about you.” Will said hesitantly. “Talking about how if we had to pick someone for either a new camp director or someone who would actually make dad happy, we’d all pick you. But then, after we said your name three times, you were just … there.” Nico wrapped his arms around Will who was shaking slightly.

“How?” Percy asked, face scrunched in confusion. “How does that even work?”

“Names have power, Perce.” Annabeth said gravely, and he knew he was missing something.

“Yes, so you’ve told me. Repeatedly.”

“Percy, sweetheart, you know the conversation we had? About you being more powerful than other demi-gods and your timeline?” Apollo asked gently.

“Yeah?”

“They summoned you, Perce. WIthout meaning to.” Nico said bluntly, meeting Percy’s eyes.

“What? I thought that only worked on gods and monsters?”

“You’re on your way to ascending, seaweed-brain.” Annabeth told him seriously.

“Wait, so you're saying that I can be summoned already? But I haven’t ascended. I’m still a demi-god. I’m still mortal.”

“You’re more god than demi-god at the moment, Perseus.” Apollo said, and Percy shuddered when his full name was said. As if all his molecules were reverberating with power. His head fell back against the back of the couch and his eyes fluttered closed a bit.

“What was that?” Percy asked in a hoarse whisper.

“Your powers reacting to being called.” Apollo answered softly, running a hand through Percy’s hair.

“Perce, you should know, people have started to leave you offerings already. They still offer things to their godly parent, but … they’ve started offerings to you as well.” Will stated.

“They do it in New Rome, too. They leave the offerings in the new Poseidon temple.” Hazel confirmed, pulling on a stray curl.

“I don’t suppose there’s any way to get them to stop? At least until I get through school or the Olympics?” Percy asked, attempting to lift his head back up, but only being able to open his eyes to look at his friends.

“We can try, but … Perce, they have more faith in you than they do their godly parents or lineage.” Frank said softly.

“You need to find a way to block it out or tune it out while you’re awake. Ok? Because the more you listen, the more you try to listen, the quicker you’ll be on my side of the whole mortality debate.” Thalia told him, kneeling in front of him.

“Super. Then I have a few hours to figure it out before the show tonight and then there’s the show tomorrow and school all next week. Fall break isn’t for another few weeks. Please tell me this is something I can learn to do sooner rather than later?”

“Maybe. It’s different for everyone. There haven’t been this many demi-gods or legacies believing in one entity so fully in a long time. I’ll try to help, but we might need to set up lessons with D.” Apollo answered, biting his thumb nail.

“We just wanted to make sure you were ok. But we’ll leave you for now, if you want?” Connor offered, looking like he very much would rather stay.

“You guys can stay. Maybe, if it happens again today, you guys can distract me or try and keep me present. But I’m low on food so someone will need to run to the store and get some snacks and whatnot.”

“We’ll go.” Nico offered, arms still wrapped around Will who looked like he was struggling to stay calm. “Any special requests?”

“co*ke would be great. This weirdo drank my last one.” Percy said, waving towards Connor who shrugged.

“It’s true. Sorry. Meant to get you more, but haven’t had a chance to grab it yet. You guys want some help?”

“No. Absolutely not. You’ll end up pick-pocketing a dozen people and probably get us kicked out before we can pay.” Will said, finally relaxing a little.

“I’ll come. That way you have someone picking out a few semi-healthy snacks.” Annabeth offered, and Nico nodded at her.

“I’m gonna take a shower, so I’ll see you guys in a few. Everyone else, make yourselves at home. Oh, Hazel, light of my life, could you, pretty please make some of your amazing french toast?” Percy looked at her with wide, innocent eyes. The ones that Annabeth called his baby seal eyes.

“I can never say no to that look, Perce. Go get cleaned up. Frank, you and Connor can help me.” Hazel led the boys to the kitchen, while Will and Annabeth held onto Nico and they shadow-traveled out of the living room. Thalia made herself comfortable in a chair, propping her feet up on the coffee table and turning on Netflix.

“Up you get.” Apollo said, voice a little shaky, pulling Percy to his feet. Percy groaned as he got up and let Apollo lead him to the bathroom. He turned on the water and stepped back, gesturing to Percy to get in. Percy met Apollo’s eyes and he smirked. He pulled his shirt off, eyes focused on the sun god, and heard his sharp inhale as Percy tossed it down and started to pull his pajama bottoms down. He didn’t look away as he stepped out of them, not moving toward the shower yet.

“Join me?” Percy asked, quirking an eyebrow at the god in front of him, and Apollo whimpered.

“I thought we were taking things slow?” Apollo said, pulling his own shirt off.

“It’s a shower, not sex. Though other things are sure to come up while in the shower, I’m sure we can find a way to work around them without taking that step yet.” Percy commented, reaching forward and putting his fingers in Apollo’s waistband.

It didn’t take long for Apollo to have him pressed back against the tile, their tongues twisting together as the water cascaded over them. Percy let his hands wander over Apollo’s body until Apollo pinned them to the wall over Percy’s head with one hand. He groaned into Apollo’s mouth as the other hand started to caress his body and teased him.

“Shh. If you want me in here, want me to show you what you deserve, you need to be quiet. Especially with your friends in the next room. Can you do that for me? Can you be quiet for me, Perseus.” Percy bit his lip hard as the sound of his name soared with power through his veins.

“Gods, P, you can’t do that if you want me to be quiet.” Percy’s voice was hoarse and rough with desire. Apollo kissed him again, swallowing down any noise he made as his hands explored his body drawing his pleasure from him. When he came down, Apollo held him up so he wouldn’t collapse.

When they got out of the shower, Apollo dried himself with a thought, raising a challenging brow at Percy who rolled his eyes and did the same. There was a small love bite on Percy’s neck, but his shirt would cover it up easily enough.

No one said anything when they reappeared to enjoy Hazel’s breakfast.

Chapter 27: The Jackson Project

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Percy sat in front of his computer with Grover on one side and Rachel on the other. He took a few deep breaths and clicked the livestream option on his instagram. He hadn’t used it before, but knew, for his first time, this was the right thing to stream. He smiled as he spotted people tuning in and starting to comment immediately.

“Hey nerds! I’m PJ and here with me today are two amazing people in their own rights, Grover Underwood and Rachel Dare, say hello guys.”

“‘Sup!” Grover said, with a bob of his head.

“Hi!” Rachel said, waving excitedly.

“We are using my first ever livestream to announce the founding of the Jackson Project. For years now, we have gotten together and cleaned up beaches and marched in protests, doing our part to bring awareness to the state of our failing ecology.” Percy announced.

“Wild places are disappearing each day, being taken over by land developers and then abandoned later when their funding falls through, or their initial prospects fail to meet their standards.” Grover stated.

“Rivers and beaches are so full of trash that the marine life there is struggling to survive and it has reached levels where some of these places are unable to sustain any life at all.” Rachel added.

“The Jackson Project started out as an idea for us. We all care about our environment and ensuring the world is still around when our kids and grandkids or nieces and nephews grow up. We wanted a way to reach out to the community, to the average person, and encourage them, encourage you, to do something about it.”

“We’re not talking about something major, like staging protests or going to every tree planting, though those are good ideas.” Rachel commented.

“We’re talking about doing something at the lowest level. Start small. Picking up trash that you see and putting it in a receptacle instead of walking by. Or grabbing that plastic bag floating by you in the river and getting it to a recycle bin.” Grover pitched in.

“Our goal is simple; the revitalization and protection of wild places and restoring balance to ecological systems starting here. Now, I know some of you must be thinking, who are these three city kids fooling? They want to be picking up trash and preserving wild places? What could they possibly know about anything outside of concrete and air pollution? Well, my friends, I’m glad you asked! See, my buddy Grover here has been an avid environmentalist since the day I met him. And Rachel? Well, I’m sure you all already know how much work she does hosting galas and spending time rubbing elbows with the elite to get them to donate money to many, MANY, environmental causes. And me? Well, I live to swim. The ocean is as much my home as the rivers and lakes. My mom used to take me to do beach clean-ups at Montauk every year.”

“Why now? You might ask. Well, dear friends of PJ, why NOT now? We have to start somewhere to work to save the remaining wild places of the world, and starting with picking up trash is an easy first step.” Rachel added with a bright smile.

“Even city kids can help with this project. I mean, have you seen the gutters in Manhattan?” Grover asked, shuddering. “It’s awful. And all that gutter trash goes somewhere, usually stuck in the drains and sent out to sea. Or even caught in the rivers. Have you seen the Hudson lately?”

“So this is the challenge. The Jackson Project is working with people from all over the country to clean-up our ecological systems before it’s too late. The link to the project is in my bio, you can thank my man Leo Valdez for that amazing website. It’s easy to navigate, and gives you options to find local clean-up events, planting, protests or even just donate, if that’s what you’d prefer to do. Tomorrow, we will be in Santa Monica, just north of the pier, to do a beach clean-up of our own.”

“But, PJ, isn’t tomorrow Thanksgiving?” Grover asked in faux surprise.

“That it is, good sir. Which brings up our next point excellently! You see, not everyone celebrates Thanksgiving, and not everyone has people to share it with. In addition to our clean-up, we will have pavilions set up where people are encouraged to bring their favorite dish, as well as a copy of the recipe, to share. There will be options for vegan, vegetarian, and regular old omnivores to partake in. Thanksgiving may mean something to you, it may not. But something I’ve taken from it, is that it’s about giving thanks. Not about the founding of the country, but about the people in your life that you love and cherish. Your friends, family, found family, all of them. And, you never know, maybe you’ll find your family a little bigger by the time you leave.” Percy answered happily.

“And so, our dear, dear PJ fans, we implore you to take a stand. Or even just a step. If all you want is to try and sneak a picture of PJ covered in sand when he inevitably slips while trying to shoo a crab back into the water, [ that was one time! ] then come join us for good food, a clean beach, and new friends.” Rachel said.

“The Jackson Project isn’t about one person, but all of us, and the kind of world we want to leave behind. I hope to see you there!” Percy waved at the camera as did Grover and Rachel.

When he clicked the livestream button, Grover practically jumped on him, too excited to sit still, making Percy laugh. Rachel joined in and they were in a three way hug dancing around the room.

“Thanks for doing this with me, guys.” Percy said softly, making sure his meaning was felt through the empathy link with his best friend.

“Of course! Any chance to get more people involved with cleaning up the world, is worth any wannabe paparazzi that show up.” Rachel commented, making them laugh again.

When Percy leaned back, he noticed he was still getting comments and hadn’t actually closed out his stream yet.

“Rachel, you might have to close this out, apparently my technology skills are not up to the challenge.” Percy told her, blushing brightly as the comments sent were about how adorable they all were. Rachel laughed and leaned over, giving the camera a peace sign and big smile, before ending the stream. For real this time.

“How much food did Piper say she was bringing, anyway?” Grover asked, leaning forward and grabbing Percy’s empty co*ke can and nibbling in it.

“She didn’t, that’s what worries me. I’m sure it’ll be fine. The homeless population out there is pretty big, so I’m sure they’d love a free meal too.” Percy answered with a shrug, falling back on his bed.

“Don’t you have a date to get ready for?” Rachel asked, as she scrolled through the comments, responding to some as she could.

“Eh. I’ll throw something on. He won’t mind. Besides, I don’t even know what we’re doing, he wouldn’t tell me.” Percy pouted, and Grover snorted.

“Want me to meet you here tomorrow, or at the beach?” Grover asked, sitting on the bed next to him.

“At the beach is fine. I’m gonna get there early to go for a swim and see if I can get some surfing in beforehand. The others are getting a van and riding out together, so if you want to ride with them, just call Annabeth. Oh, Rach, before you go, can you do me up with some of that eyeliner you got? I want to test it out before the music video next week to see how it looks.”

“Sure thing, Perce. Alright you two, scooch closer, we’re getting a picture to commemorate our new endeavor. Say Riptide!”

“Riptide!” Percy and Grover shouted, as Rachel snapped a picture.

“Now let’s get this eyeliner on and then I’m gonna get out of here to get ready for tomorrow. I’ve got a meeting tonight with a potential investor for the Jackson Project.”

Percy rolled his eyes but got up and went to sit in a chair at the counter so Rachel could reach him better. When she was done, she made him sit still so she could get another picture to post on his instagram, making sure to mention the brand. He still found it weird that he was asked to endorse things now, but Rachel and Piper seemed to have it under control.

“Ok, boys, I’ll see you tomorrow. Have fun tonight, Perce!” Rachel called as she left.

“But not too much fun.” Grover said with a smirk, watching Percy blush.

“I’m really glad we’re doing this, Grover. I miss doing things with you.” Percy said changing the subject. He was not going to discuss what may or may not happen on his date.

“Me too, Perce. I’m gonna head out. I’m meeting Charlie to go over security risks tonight anyway. Between him and the legion folks that Frank and Hazel assigned, I doubt we’ll have any trouble, but better safe than sorry.” Grover gave him a hug and left as well.

Percy sighed and got up to put on something other than gym shorts and a tank top. He pulled on some jeans and a polo shirt that his mom got him because she said it matched his eyes.

He hoped it was an early enough night that he wouldn’t be tired for his Thanksgiving event. Triton was planning on meeting him out there, and Amphitrite was going to try and help Rachel and Piper with the pavilions and organizing the food and volunteers. The Jackson-Blofis household couldn’t come, but they were going to take pictures of cleaning up their usual spot on Montauk.

He groaned as he felt a pressure in his head, knowing that some of the kids were praying to him. No one could explain how he could hear them while he was still mortal, but he didn’t want to push it. He leaned down on his counter, letting the cool surface sooth his forehead. He sighed in relief as Apollo robbed his shoulders, letting the warmth ease away the pain.

“You still want to go out? Or would you rather stay in and watch a movie?” He asked, kissing Percy’s head gently.

“I’m good. But let’s make it a short night and we can just relax before the craziness of tomorrow.”

“Ok. But if I think you need a break, then I’m bringing us back here early.”

Percy was delighted when they showed up to a sort of indoor/outdoor park that had go karts and rides and bowling and arcade games. Percy went straight for the go karts, dragging Apollo along with him. They raced around the course, ignoring the other drivers and laughing at each other, shouting in Greek back and forth. Bowling was fun, but Apollo was much better than Percy who just pouted until Apollo gave him a kiss. They sat down for some sodas and fries, and Percy felt his eyes growing heavy.

When he opened his eyes again, he was curled up in bed in his apartment with Apollo sitting beside him, running a hand through his hair. Percy wrapped his arms around Apollo’s waist, making the god laugh. Eventually he rolled over and got up to start his day. He could still get some time in the water before anyone showed up, so Apollo flashed them to the beach. He wrinkled his nose in disgust at the state of it.

“That is why today is important; even you think it’s gross. It’s a beach. It’s supposed to be beautiful. I’d invite you into the water, but I’m meeting Triton and he’ll probably try to drown you for fun.”

“I know. Go on. I’ll head up and see if the women need an extra set of hands for setting up. I’ll see you after.” Apollo leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss. Well, it was meant to be quick. Percy held onto him and pulled him closer, licking into Apollo’s mouth and swallowing down the delicious noise he made. He leaned back and gave him a quick peck once more before shoving him toward where the girls were setting up.

Today was going to be a good day. Percy smiled at the sea and walked in, sighing in relief as the water reached him.

Chapter 28: Targeted

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With the semester at an end finally, Percy was ready for a break. He had another swim meet in a few days and had spent the morning at a photoshoot. He was planning to meet Frank and Hazel for a little nighttime legion training, so he was a little surprised when he was putting his shoes on and there was a knock on the door. He looked at it in confusion, but didn’t open it. Something wasn’t right, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He stepped back quietly, pulling his pen from his pocket and uncapping it. The knock sounded again, only this time his door creaked under the force of it.

“I know you’re in there, little godling.” An icy voice said, and Percy stiffened. He debated on saying something, but his door groaned and shuddered under the force of the next knock. One more time and Percy was sure that his door would crumble. He took a step forward, but when he noticed a presence behind him, he swung his sword instinctually.

He was met with another blade that would have surely taken his head off if he hadn't turned around in time. The dracanae that appeared in his kitchen hissed at him and his door groaned once more under the weight behind it.

"How are you here?" Percy growled, blocking another blow and advancing to press the creature for information.

"Your wards were easy enough to slip through, demi-god. When enough of us work together it gives us more power. Power enough to hide us from prying eyes of Gods who watch too closely."

"Why now?" Percy grunted as he was forced to dive over his couch for a better position. “I haven’t been on any missions or gone after any of you in a year!”

"We cannot let you ascend!! You?! Of all heroes?! We won't let you!" She snarled and attacked viciously. Fortunately, Percy knew his apartment better and was able to dodge his furniture easily. With a final swing, she disintegrated to dust.

He didn't have a chance to breathe, as his door finally gave way, the whole thing crashing to the ground, frame and all. He dove in his kitchen to keep out of the dust. He peeked over the counter, but dropped to the floor immediately as a column of flame shot toward him, shattering his window and blowing out part of the wall. His apartment was on the fifth floor, but he could hear screams and shouts of families and legionnaires rushing around below. Percy grit his teeth; he was really hoping to go the rest of his life without meeting another Chimera.

The creature barged into his apartment and decimated his furniture. He rolled, attempting to get closer to try and strike it, but the tail lashed out at him and he was forced back. Back toward the hole in his apartment.

“This is familiar.” Percy grumbled, but he didn’t have a chance to do more as the chimera lunged at him and they tumbled out of the opening, breaking off some more of the wall as they went, heading straight for the ground. Percy twisted around and managed to land on top of the chimera, and drove his sword down in its chest, managing to avoid any more fire or venomous bites.

Before he could get up and assess the damage, talons gripped his arms and he was lifted off the ground. A griffon. Wonderful. He could see the legion showing up in their armor and taking on more monsters that had somehow managed to get through the wards. The last time he’d encountered a griffon was in Alaska. He heard everyone shouting after him, but there was nothing he could do short of killing the griffon, which would end in his death. He roared in frustration, and felt the world respond. Water started to coalesce around him, creating a storm; a hurricane.

The griffon angled toward Mount Tam and Percy started to struggle more. This was not a place he wanted to see more of. There were braziers glowing that he could see from vantage point. As he struggled, the storm around him grew more intense, pelting the griffon with hail. He considered calling out to the gods, but knew they were watching anyway. They seemed to be watching him a lot lately.

Suddenly, silver arrows embedded in the griffon’s neck and it screeched before falling from the sky, dropping Percy. Before he reached the ground, he landed hard on something and grunted in pain.

“Ow.” He groaned and looked up. Artemis was looking at him with a raised eyebrow from the front of her chariot, and he blushed. “Um. Thank you, my lady.”

“You’re quite welcome, Perseus.” Percy shuddered as his powers purred. “I do wonder how you get into these situations.” She commented with a small smile.

“I don’t suppose you could drop me off back in New Rome, my lady?”

“Unfortunately, I cannot. But Thalia has offered to escort you once we land. It seems Terminus might need some assistance in renewing the wards that were in place.” Percy nodded mutely and waited for them to land. When they were on the ground, Thalia checked him over briefly before throwing him over her shoulder, making him yelp in surprise, and marching off toward New Rome.

“Oh my gods, Thalia, put me down!” Percy complained, trying to wriggle free, but she only tightened her grip on him. She walked all the way into New Rome with him still on her shoulder, before dropping him unceremoniously to the ground in front of the legion.

“Make sure he goes to see someone for his injuries. He’ll say he’s fine, but I imagine he’s got several cuts, scrapes, and probably some bruised ribs.” Thalia informed Frank and Hazel.

“We will. Thank you, Thalia.” Hazel said sincerely. Thalia nodded and turned, running back to catch up with Artemis once more. Percy stood up and nearly collapsed immediately again as his ankle shot a sharp pain up his leg. Frank wrapped an arm around his waist and allowed him the dignity of walking along as much as he could. They stopped and let him rest in the principia, while a few Apollo kids looked him over.

“Were you able to get anything out of the monsters that the legion took care of?” Percy asked, wincing as his ankle was touched.

“Not really. They just kept going on about how they wouldn’t allow you, of all demi-gods, to ascend. We sent a request to Chiron to see if he can give us any additional wards or tips. I think we’ll be able to get them in place before tomorrow. But we’ll need to get you somewhere else to stay until we can get your apartment fixed. It was really damaged, Perce.” Hazel said quietly.

“What the Hades is going on?” Apollo growled, flashing into the principia. Several people scattered, leaving Percy, Frank and Hazel alone with a very angry sun god.

“Lord Apollo, there was an attack. Percy was targeted. But we are working with Camp Half-Blood to put up extra protection.” Frank managed to say with a fairly calm voice.

“Are you ok?” Apollo asked, kneeling down beside Percy, eyes roving his body to check for injuries, frowning when he got to his ankle. “Broken ankle.”

“Figured. I landed kind of hard when your sister managed to catch me as her hunters shot down the griffon that had picked me up. I’m mostly fine, Apollo. You need to relax, you’re scaring the others.” Percy answered quietly. “If I can get to the bath house I can heal myself in the salt water bath they have for me.”

“Very well.” Apollo said in a dangerous voice. He picked Percy up easily, cradling him in his arms and turned to walk, but stopped and looked back at Frank and Hazel. “I’m sorry if I frightened anyone. It was just quite a shock to go to Percy’s apartment and find it torn apart.”

“We understand. We managed to get there as he fell through the hole and was picked up by the griffon. This shouldn’t have been possible, and we will do everything we can to ensure it doesn’t happen again, my lord.” Hazel answered sweetly and Apollo smiled at her, feeling his anger start to lessen. He nodded and headed for the bath house.

“Today must just be my day for embarrassing moments. First, Thalia throws me over her shoulder and carries me all the way back here, now you’re carrying me like some maiden of old.” Percy grumbled, crossing his arms. Apollo snorted.

“Glad to know that battles don’t affect that sharp tongue of yours.”

When they got to the bath house, Apollo set him down gently so he could take his clothes off before getting in. Everyone else had fled when they spotted Apollo carrying Percy. No doubt off to start rumors about the two of them in the bath house. Percy settled into the bath and moaned in relief as he felt his ankle start to heal.

“Leave you alone for a week and what happens.” Apollo grumbles, settling himself behind Percy, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close.

“Not my fault. We were meant to be doing some night drills, but apparently they weren’t drills tonight.” Percy sighed as Apollo kissed his shoulder. “Frank and Hazel are trying to figure out where I can go now. Said it’ll be a little while before they can get the apartment fixed.”

“They’re Roman. They can get it fixed in a few days.”

“Well, they told me a week.”

“Hmm. How about I take your mind off of it for a little while?” Apollo growled and Percy shivered in anticipation. He nodded and Apollo bit his shoulder gently as he let his hands wander over Percy’s body. “Shh.” Apollo shushed, when Percy started to make more noise. After all of the excitement, Percy was grateful for Apollo taking care of him and helping him release his tension.

Chapter 29: Swim Team

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The color emblazoned on the jacket in Red, White, and Blue with the name JACKSON in large letters across the back, had Percy’s eyes widening in surprise and delight. He looked up at his coach who smiled at him and nodded. He pulled it out of the box and his teammates cheered and clapped loudly. He couldn’t believe it. He’d managed to get himself a spot on the US Olympic swim team after winning his last competition, which had been at one of the trials. His teammates took the jacket out of his hands and forced it on him, then lifted him on their shoulders and started carrying him around the campus shouting for everyone to hear.

“Percy! Percy! Percy!”

When they got to the student union, they stopped and several people climbed the steps and quieted the crowd down that had gathered. One of his teammates, Jaime Lawrence, a legacy of Mercury, held his hands up.

“We are in the presence of greatness!” He started, and the crowd whistled and cheered again. “Today, our former Praetor and swim team captain, Percy Jackson, has been selected for the US Olympic team!” The crowd went wild again and Percy knew he must be bright red. He looked around at everyone and spotted all his friends smiling at him and taking pictures and videos. “Let’s make sure that we give him a proper send off! Tonight, we will be hosting an epic celebration in honor of our future Olympic medalist!” The quad erupted in cheers once more and Percy was carried around while people reached out to touch him or pat him on the back.

When they finally put him down, they all ran off to set up the epic party they promised, leaving Percy to his chaotic thoughts. He wandered down the road toward his father’s temple and went inside, looking around it. He was quite happy with the renovations they did, and never tired of looking around at the frescos. He took the granola bar from his pocket and placed it on the altar.

“Perseus. How are you?” Poseidon asked as he looked at his son, before noticing the new jacket.

“I, uh, I made the team. I’m going to the Olympics to swim. I just …” Percy paused and ran a hand through his wild hair, “I wanted to tell you.”

“I’m so proud of you, my son. You’re going to do fantastic.” Poseidon stepped forward and hugged him. Percy wrapped his arms around his dad and buried his face in his neck, soaking in the feel of the sea that emanated from him.

“I can’t believe I actually did it. Gods, dad. I’m an Olympic swimmer!” Percy giggled, feeling giddy and excited. “I’ve gotta go call mom, but I really wanted to tell you first. They’re having some sort of party on campus tonight to celebrate.”

“Go call your mother and be with your friends, Perseus. I’ll tell your brothers and step-mother. They’ll probably pop by this week to congratulate you. I’ll be there for you, watching you. I love you, my son.”

“I love you too, dad.” Percy leaned back, and Poseidon smiled at him, trying to convey just how proud he was with a look.

Once Poseidon was gone, Percy pulled the water in the air and made a rainbow to call home. He tossed in the drachma and used Fleecy’s line before he was looking at his family around the table in their apartment in New York.

“Cy-cy!!” Estelle screamed, and Percy laughed waving at her and his parents once they spotted him.

“Percy! This is a surprise.” His mom said, looking at him with a slight tilt to her head.

“I just thought I’d call and share some news.”

“Oh? New modeling gig turned into a blockbuster acting gig?” Paul teased and Percy snorted.

“Not exactly, no. Hey, Stella, remember what we promised when we were getting our toes done? About if I made it to the Olympics?”

“Yeah?” She said questioningly.

“Well get ready, kiddo. Because your big brother is officially on the US Olympic Swim Team as of today!” His mom screamed and Paul yelled excitedly, while Estelle grinned at him happily. His parents exclaimed how happy they were for him and started trying to find a way to plan to go watch him swim. “I’ll talk to Amphitrite and I’m sure she’ll find a way to get you there. I better go. As soon as I know more, I’ll call you and let you know, ok? I love you guys!”

“We love you too! We are so proud of you sweetheart!” Sally said, wiping happy tears from her face. He turned around once he let go of his hold on the rainbow and walked outside. He took a deep breath and laughed to himself once more. His phone started buzzing like crazy and when he looked at it, he wasn’t surprised to find messages from all his friends, David, Elise, and Charlie. David wanted to set up a photoshoot with his new gear and Piper was already working with Team USA to get David as one of the official photographers, while Elise just sent a bunch of emoticons. Charlie sent him several gifs that made him laugh.

He looked at his instagram and found that Team USA had made the announcement of their new team members, including a head shot of each one. Switching on his camera, he took a quick selfie of him smiling in his Team USA jacket and set up the post telling his followers the exciting news. When he posted the photo, he started getting responses and congratulations right away. He clicked his phone off and stuck it in his pocket while he walked around New Rome and enjoyed the cool evening air.

Looking back at his crazy life, he wouldn’t have changed anything that had happened to him. Not if it brought him here.

“There you are.” Annabeth called, walking over to him. He kept looking at the setting sun, smiling. “You’re going to be amazing, Percy.” She said, slipping her arm through his and leaning her head on his shoulder. Connor slung an arm over his shoulder from the other side and leaned his head against Percy’s. Before long, Frank and Hazel were there, with Leo, Nico, Will, and Piper. They all wrapped Percy in a group hug and he hummed in contentment.

“Have I told you guys you’re the best friends ever?” Percy said in a slightly choked voice.

“You’ve shown us, so close enough.” Nico answered softly, and Percy couldn’t resist ruffling his hair. “Agh, stop. Come on, the whole campus is going crazy wanting to celebrate.” Nico grumbled, pulling free.

The party was pretty epic, but when the Bacchus kids and legacies were planning something, it usually turned out pretty amazing. He kept away from the alcohol as much as he could, but it wasn’t easy. Everyone was drinking and celebrating, but he was starting to get overwhelmed. The smell was too strong, and he started to feel anxious. He told everyone he could, as politely as he could, that he was heading home to get some rest after all the excitement. As he was leaving, someone spilled a beer on him. The smell assaulted his senses and he stumbled, trying to get away, falling into a memory. He ran back to his apartment and tore off his clothes, already hyperventilating. He ran to the bathroom and threw up what little he’d eaten that afternoon.

When he stopped heaving, he crawled into his shower and turned it on with a twist of his fingers, letting the hot water rush over him and wash away the beer. He was still sitting there, when Apollo came in. After one look at him, Apollo rushed forward and touched his face carefully.

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m sorry I wasn’t here. Can you stand?” Percy nodded, still feeling numb, but with Apollo’s help, he got to his feet. Apollo quickly washed him off and made sure that all traces of alcohol were gone before turning the water off. He helped get Percy in some pajamas and settled him on the couch wrapped up in a blanket. He’d taken Percy’s clothes and already put them in the wash, including his brand new Team USA jacket.

Percy could only stare blankly ahead at the dark TV screen. Apollo settled on the couch next to him and offered up his side and Percy dove into him, seeking the comfort it represented. He couldn’t help it, he started to cry. He thought he was free from Gabe, but he still haunted him. He felt so small and weak; that that man still got to him.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized in a hoarse voice.

“Never apologize, not after what alcohol has done to you. It was never your fault, Perce. I’m sorry you had to go through that.” Percy nodded, and wiped his eyes on his blanket. He took a few breaths and sighed as Apollo swiped a hand through his hair.

“Today was going so well, too. I’ve managed to make Academic All-American, made Team USA swim team, and even went to a party. I thought I could handle it. I’ve gone to parties before, but usually I can do better about being around it, the alcohol. But tonight … I know that kid didn’t spill on me on purpose, but … I don’t know. The smell just overwhelmed me, I guess. I thought I was over it. He’s gone, he’s been gone for a long time now. Ten years this summer, actually.”

“That’s a big deal, Percy. It’s a big anniversary. Thank you for telling me, though.”

“I never talk about myself at the groups I go to. I can talk about some of the things, but I know that I do it as if I were talking about it happening to someone else.”

“Everyone deals with trauma in their own way. Some of us just have a tendency to internalize it more than others.” Apollo said gently, looking at the wall. “I still can’t talk about Jason.” He whispered.

“We’re a mess.” Percy grumbled, but then he snorted and they were both giggling on the couch holding onto each other.

“At least we’re a hot mess.” Apollo said with a crooked grin, making Percy laugh again.

“I suppose. Why don’t we turn on something disgustingly happy and get out my ice cream and commiserate together?”

“Sounds perfect.” Apollo kissed his head and carefully extracted himself to go get the ice cream, returning with two spoons and a couple juice pouches. They snuggled back together on the couch and turned on High School Musical.

When the movie was over, and the ice cream was gone, Apollo pulled Percy to his feet and forced him to his bed, Percy grumbling the whole time.

Chapter 30: Olympic medalist

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Percy smiled brightly, holding up his medal as David snapped a bunch of pictures. He’d just spent the past few hours in a daze as he swam in his first Olympic finals against the best swimmers in the world. He was so focused, he didn’t notice how loudly his family cheered, nor his coach or teammates. He didn’t hear his little sister screaming his name with his brothers holding her up on their shoulders so she could see better.

He had managed to train hard enough to make it this far. His body was sleek and lithe and his muscles were more defined than they had been in a while. He felt good. As if his body were finally the shape it was always meant to be. Piper had his phone and was posting for him, keeping his fans updated. Apollo had attempted to give him music suggestions, but Percy inadvertently ignored him, too focused on what he needed to do. Instead, Will had given an ipod to Nico who gave it to him. All the songs reminded him of Camp Half-Blood and the reasons he wanted to do well; of all the kids who looked up to him and wanted him to do well.

They left him offerings and murmured his name reverently, but didn’t ask for anything. Instead the prayers were for him to succeed. To prove the gods wrong; that demi-gods were worth the effort. That they didn’t need the gods to be something important for the world.

To feel needed and worthy.

He felt tears sting his eyes, suddenly overwhelmed with emotions as he stared at his medal. Second place. Second best swimmer in the world. He still had another race the next day, but the first was over, and he had placed in the top three. He looked up through his tears, feeling them break free and trek down his face and looking straight in the camera with a small smile.

“I really did it.” he said quietly, ignoring the several clicks of the shots David was capturing. He put the camera down and walked over to Percy, looking serious and sincere.

“It’s no less than you deserve, PJ. Now the rest of the world can see it. They can finally see what I saw over a year ago. You are making such a difference in the world, that everyone will remember your name. Forever.” David pulled him into a hug and Percy sniffled, trying to hold himself together, but appreciating the comfort that was offered. “You’re an amazing person, and I am so glad you took a chance with me.”

“Me too.” Percy hugged him a little tighter and then let go, knowing he had to go get some rest for his next race. David took a few more photos, mainly silly ones. They got him to laugh and have a good time and just enjoy that he made it here and all that he’d accomplished. He’d graduated with his Associate of Arts degree, made a career, though accidentally, and even made it to the Olympics.

The night passed quicker than he wanted, but he felt rested and peaceful. One last race, one last chance to keep his newly set world record. He was racing the former gold medalist of the event, but he was happy for the competition. The guy was good, but Percy had better form. The silver medal he had was hard won, but he wouldn’t trade it. He shook his head to clear it. He couldn’t focus on that race while preparing for another one. He dipped into the warm up pool and felt his muscles ease. He swam his warm up laps and jumped out, not wanting to overdo it.

“You’ve done well, Perseus.” A voice startled him from nearby. He looked over and spotted Hermes hiding a little by one of the cameras. He nodded at him and the god smiled back. He touched his head as he was overcome by other voices once more.

You can do it, Percy!

You’ve got this mom!

I’m proud of you, Perce.

Do it for all of us, Prissy.

Percy smiled and looked up toward the camera that had pointed at him. He grinned crookedly and winked before walking off to finish his pre-swim routine. He put his headphones in and focused on the music. He was really thankful to Will for finding just what he needed. His coach stood beside him, not talking, just letting him feel her presence. When they were starting to call the swimmers out, he handed his device to his coach and she clapped him on the shoulder.

“Swim your race, Jackson. Don’t get sucked into their rhythm.” She whispered and he nodded. She gave him a gentle shove as his name was called and the pool erupted in noise. He waved around, looking for his sister, his smile brightening when he spotted her on Tyson’s shoulders yelling his name. He stopped by his pedestal and tuned everything out as he took off his warm-ups. He could feel people staring at the scars that were visible, but he’d refused to cover them. He adjusted his goggles and sent up a quick prayer to Nike, more in hopes of a fair race than for him to win. Though he would absolutely try to win.

When the tone sounded, he dove forward, feeling the familiar rush of water singing in his veins as it surrounded him. His mind was focused on how he felt gliding through the water, on his strokes, his turn, and keeping up his pace. He set the current world record, he needed to prove he could do it again, better. He kept his powers locked behind a barrier he’d constructed when he started swimming competitively. His muscles burned but he kept pushing forward. This was his longest event, he could get through this.

When his hand touched the pad for the finish, he was breathing heavily enough that he didn’t immediately look up. His lungs were struggling to get air in, and he leaned on the edge of the pool until he could breathe more easily and not feel like he’d pass out. He finally turned and looked up and stared in disbelief at the board. The cheering of the crowd was barely a hum in his ears. He hadn’t just beat his record, he’d shattered it by nearly five full seconds. The next swimmer was seven seconds behind him. He was too shocked to register the other swimmers congratulating him. He climbed out of the pool carefully and just stood staring at his time.

He was snapped out of it, literally, when his coach snapped her fingers in front of his face, holding his warm-ups. She pulled his arm and dragged him toward the nearest camera and reporter.

“Percy?”

“Sorry, what? I think I’m in shock. Am I in shock? It feels like I’m in shock. Gods, I won.” He tugged on his hair and laughed a little maniacally. “Oh my gods, I won.”

“Congratulations on a fantastic race, PJ. What were your thoughts coming into this event today, holding a silver medal in the 200?”

“Honestly? I was not as nervous for this one. Not compared to the 200. I felt really good, really in tune with each movement. I’ve been working on my form a lot and it just felt like everything came together. I’m really happy with how I did.”

“Any words for your growing fan base?”

“Thank you all for all your love and support, I don’t think I could have gotten here without your kind words and enthusiasm for all I do. Never give up on yourself. Never give up on your dreams. If I can do this, if I can make something of myself, I know you can too. You have my full support.”

“Wonderfully said, PJ, thank you and congratulations again.”

“Thank you so much!” He waved and turned back to the pool area smiling and waving at everyone. He got back to the locker room and ran under the shower as quick as he could, throwing his jacket and pants back on to get to the medal ceremony. He rushed along behind his coach, who was practically glowing with pride, until they arrived at the podiums. The third and second place swimmers went up and received their medals and then he was being called, climbing up in the number one place. He ducked down under the medal and felt it settle against his chest and he felt his powers sing in pride and happiness.

He couldn’t stop smiling as his national anthem played. The pictures with the other swimmers after were quick and fun. He met his mom and Paul and Estelle after and let them engulf him in a tight, joyful hug. His mom kissed his head all over, Paul clapped him on the back and kissed his head, while Estelle practically climbed on him and settled herself on his shoulders, hugging his head. He let her stay there as Amphitrite, Triton, and Tyson all came and hugged him as well. Poseidon hung back, unsure if he was welcome, but he melted and hugged Percy firmly when Percy pulled him close.

David and Piper captured a few pictures of the family together on their respective cameras. Percy would have loved to stay with them, but he was an alternate for the relay event and had to stick around the pool, just in case. He didn’t anticipate being needed, but swam a little in the cool down pool to ease his muscles so they wouldn’t lock up. He’d practiced with the team a little, and knew he’d end up anchoring if he had to swim with them, but they were also determined to use the team they’d already built up.

He hadn’t expected to find the team pacing in the locker room with one of them having a physio wrap his elbow and shoulder. He looked at them in confusion until they spotted him.

“PJ! Thank god, listen, he slipped and landed hard, we need you to swim. Are you recovered enough?”

“I feel fine. I’ve been keeping pretty loose, so I can swim. Just take a deep breath, ok? We can do this. We’ve all trained, together and individually. Let’s go get another Team USA medal, alright?”

“Ok. Ok. You’re right.” He took a deep breath and shook out his shoulders. “Let’s kick some ass!” They all cheered and headed out to the entry to the pool. There were quite a few groans when they saw Percy walking out, well, groans from the swimmers, but loud cheering from the crowd.

Percy cheered each man on as they stood on the platform, diving in as the previous swimmer came back. He jumped on the balls of his feet and swung his arms around to stay loose. When it was his turn, he dove in and pushed his muscles hard. He felt cramps creeping up on him, but kept pushing through. He felt a growl building in his chest at losing some ground, but he was neck and neck with the next lane and breathed and kicked and pulled himself through the water, determined to get ahead. On his next stroke, his hand slammed into the board, finishing barely a .03 before the next lane. His teammates screamed and cheered, pulling him from the water and jumping on him.

His teammates answered questions from the reporters, but they pulled him to them with an arm over his shoulders, expressing how grateful they were that he was willing to step in. He blushed and laughed and managed to thank everyone who congratulated him. After the medal ceremony, they lifted him in their arms, and cheered, posing playfully for the cameras, making him blush even more. Even the injured swimmer threw his uninjured arm around him and kissed his cheek, cheering along with the crowd who was chanting his name.

With no time to go back to his room, he was pulled into interviews, all his medals draped over him as he was ushered around. He answered questions politely and happily, still floating about his success. He was a little distracted and barely registered one of his questions, but was tugged out of it by one of the relay teammates.

“I really just had a small question. When you were interviewed after your individual gold earlier, you said ‘gods’ when you were speaking. If it’s too intrusive, you don’t have to answer, but my curiosity is begging me to ask who or what religion you were thinking of?” Percy stared for a second and bit his lip.

“Oh, uh, well, my dad’s family is Greek and they still worship the old gods of Olympus. It sort of stuck, I guess. I know it’s a little outdated, but I still pray to Nike for victory in competitions and Poseidon for calm seas or good waves; Hestia for protecting my home when I’m away. I have cousins who are more thankful to Zeus and Ares or Athena or Hades. Each has their own domain, so it’s nice, to me, to be able to focus on a specific domain that I’m concerned about. Being at the Olympics, Nike is kind of an important entity, wouldn’t you say?”

“I hadn’t thought about that, but you’re right. It has been enlightening to speak with you, PJ. Who knows? Maybe one day people will be sending prayers to Perseus for success at swimming?” Percy blanched, but felt his body, his power, respond to the statement with a satisfied hum. He nodded, smiled, and shook hands, suddenly wanting to be anywhere else.

Could that be one of his domains one day? He knew he was starting to spiral, but couldn’t stop.

Until Apollo grabbed his hand when he got out of the studio. He sighed in relief at the warmth that always seemed to cling to his boyfriend.

“Hey.”

“Hey. I’m glad you’re here.” Percy said, pulling Apollo closer and kissing him. He ignored the camera flashes he spotted and wrapped his arms around him, burying his face in the blonde curls.

“Glad I could be here. Let’s go get you some food and get you to bed, sound good?”

“Gods, yes. I’m starving!” Percy groaned, tipping his head back. Apollo laughed and kissed him briefly once more before leading him back toward the Olympic village.

Chapter 31: Demi-god Olympians

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“I just need you to help me warm up, Jackson. You’re done with your events, so help a demi-god out.” Clarisse grumbled, apparently not liking asking for help.

“Your event isn’t until tomorrow. You just want someone to spar with that you know you won’t break.” Percy gave her an unimpressed eyebrow, but she just stared back. “Fine. But you need to start using some of this aggression on your actual competition. You’re holding back when you fight them. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

“I don’t need to hurt them to prove I’m better.” She growled.

“I’m not saying to hurt them. I’m saying to end the match when you are able instead of dragging it out, punk.” She glared at him some more, but he just turned and dropped his jacket and shirt on the ground, her doing the same.

He was glad she and Kayla were here competing as well. Travis Stoll was set to compete in the track events in a few days, and Sherman Yang was on the basketball team. The least he could do was help them warm up or prepare however they needed to ease their nerves. He hadn’t been able to play basketball with Sherman in a few years because he was just that good.

He had texted David and Piper to let them know what he was doing when he was on his way to the judo gym, and wasn’t surprised to see them standing to the side, cameras ready. He rolled his shoulders and stretched as Clarisse did the same. Most people didn’t know he could fight outside of the demi-god world, and he wasn’t sure he wanted them to know, but it didn’t stop him from offering assistance. Clarisse wasn’t a high ranking Judo competitor for nothing. She didn’t care for boxing, and primarily stuck to MMA, but could dominate in any fighting technique she attempted.

They squared off in the ring and Clarisse came after him with her full strength. He blocked her blows and counter attacked, forcing her to meet him blow for blow. She got several point hits in and he got a few of his own. If she fought her opponents like she fought him, she could win easily.

“Stop holding back.” He growled and swiped at her legs.

“I’m not.” She snarled. When he got another hit in, she roared in agitation.

“You are. I’m not going to break, La Rue. Now, come on!” She charged him, then, and he was on the mat in less than 20 seconds. They were both breathing heavily, but she reached a hand out and helped him up. “Better. Now use that, when you compete.” He gasped.

“That felt better.” She conceded, breathing just as heavily. It wasn’t a thank you, exactly, but it was her way of saying thank you. He’d learned to interpret her meaning after so many years fighting and training together.

“You finally let go and got out of your head. Need me to help you warm up tomorrow?”

“Nah. Think I’m good now. You better get out of here before you get dragged into these events, too.”

“That won’t happen. I don’t fight people aside from other demi-gods. Man, I’ve been so focused on swimming I haven’t been keeping up on my hand to hand. Gonna have to work on that.” He said as he stretched out. She snorted.

“If this is you out of practice, then I’m glad we’re on the same side, Jackson.”

They grabbed their gear and headed off to watch Kayla’s archery. Travis and the others from Camp Half-Blood who came to watch joined them along the way. Mostly it was Will, Nico, Austin, Connor, and Frank. Hazel was watching Camp Jupitor while Frank came for a few days to watch the archery, since it was his favorite event. While he was mostly cheering on the Canadian team, he also supported his fellow demi-gods.

Once they sat, he groaned and put a hand on his head. Nico put a hand on his shoulder to keep him grounded. He could hear Kayla praying for support. Not victory, she was confident in her abilities, but just for support as a demi-god.

“She’s just anxious.” Will whispered and Percy let out a sigh of relief when he felt her finish.

“I know. Not anything I can do, though. We’re all here, so she has the support she needs. It’s just weird hearing it.”

“You’re doing great.” Apollo said from behind him, making them jump a little. Apollo grinned at the reaction. “Sorry. No chance I was going to miss my daughter competing.”

“Obviously.” Percy agreed with a fond eye roll, leaning back against his boyfriend, who wrapped his arms loosely around him.

“Shut up, she’s starting!” Will practically shouted, waving a hand at them. Nico sighed and grabbed the offending hand before it could smack him in the face.

They all shouted and cheered when Kayla won, standing up to make sure she heard and saw them. She smiled brightly and waved before she was called to the podium for her medal. While she was talking to reporters, the others congregated nearby, waiting for their chance to congratulate her.

“PJ!” One reporter shouted, drawing his attention. He looked at them in confusion for a moment before going closer.

“Hello.”

“PJ, it’s great to see you out supporting your fellow Team USA Olympians.”

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve known Kayla for years. We went to the same summer camp when we were kids.”

“And Clarisse La Rue? Promising gold medalist in Judo?”

“Same. We may have got off on the wrong foot, but we’re practically friends now. Though she’d probably never admit it.” Percy added with a sly grin, making the reporter blush.

“There’s been a few pictures circulating since the end of your swim competitions, of you kissing someone outside of the studio. Is PJ officially off the market?” She asked, looking equally hopeful and jealous.

“I mean, yeah? We’ve been together a while now. Nearly a year.”

“It must be special if he came all the way out here to support you.”

“Is that a question? ‘Cause I’d really like to congratulate my friend on her win, if not.”

“People are asking how serious this is. Are we going to get any content on PJ date nights for your social media?”

“You don’t have to answer, Perce.” Will said quietly, coming up beside him, looking defensive and glowering at the reporter.

“It’s fine, Will. I don’t tend to share personal things, like dates or how I did in my classes. I don’t plan to share much of that, but it’s up to him, too. If he doesn’t care, then maybe. But I wouldn’t bet on it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to tell my friend how amazing she did.” Percy inclined his head at the reporter and turned back to his friends who were watching attentively. Will had his arms crossed and continued scowling at the reporter until Percy sighed and put his arm around him. “It was bound to happen, Will. I’ve brought a lot of attention to myself recently. Don’t worry, I don’t plan to broadcast my relationship with your dad.”

“It’s not that. You deserve your privacy. If these people knew all you have done for us-”

“They can’t. And it’s fine. Relax. We’re here for Kayla, not these people who feel entitled to my life story.”

“You’re right.” Will grumbled with a sigh, sending one last scathing look behind him, before turning to his sister and lifting her up in a big hug.

“The Apollo cabin has become quite protective of you.” Nico whispered.

“I can tell. Do I need to tell you to relax, too?”

“Ha. Like your words can affect me.”

“Fair.” Percy agreed. They kept their faces straight for a few seconds before snigg*ring at the absurdity of it all. “Gods, this is ridiculous. They should be reporting on the events and the competitors, not my love life.”

“Please don’t tell me about your love life. There are some things best kept as secrets.” Nico complained, making Percy grin and attempt to hide his blush.

“Don’t worry, Neeks. Nothing to tell. Not that I would.”

“Seriously?” He looked at Percy flabbergasted.

“What?” Percy asked, feeling confused.

“You guys haven’t … ?”

“Oh. No, no we haven’t.” Percy cleared his throat and knew he must be bright red. “I’ve never … anyway, he said he’s willing to be patient with me.”

“Huh. He must really love you.” Nico said softly.

“Dad and Amphitrite said the same, actually. Now, can we please stop talking about my sex life, or lack thereof?”

“Absolutely. Would love nothing better. I’m going to rescue Kayla from Will.” Nico cleared his own throat and walked over to the brother and sister. Percy eventually got a turn to hug Kayla and congratulate her, telling her she did amazingly. She beamed with pride when he said it. Like she craved his approval. She whispered thanks, mom , and rushed off to talk to her coach.

They all met up the next day to watch Clarisse in her Judo competition and cheer her on. No one was surprised when she nailed it, solidifying another gold for the team overall. She punched his arm after and he knew she meant it as a thanks for helping her get out of her head and fight like she could without holding back.

Travis ended up with silver in the 800, which he was crazy excited about. Normally, when someone wins or does well, the person is lifted on shoulders and celebrated. Instead, Travis lifted Connor up and carried him around, yelling happily. They weren’t able to watch the basketball games, but met up with Sherman later on. They each had their medals hanging on their necks and Piper and David captured some pictures of the crew representing Camp Half-Blood and the demi-gods.

They managed to make it back to Camp Half-Blood for the fourth of July celebrations, and everyone was in high spirits. Chiron looked a little misty eyed when he got the framed photo of his demi-gods and their medals. The bonfire was huge and burned brightly at everyone’s cheer. Hestia smiled and glowed with contentment at the atmosphere around the hearth. While everyone was watching the fireworks, he and Apollo snuck off into the woods once more, enjoying the quiet.

“Hard to believe it’s been a year already.” Apollo admitted.

“But it’s been a good year, right?” Percy asked hesitantly.

“Duh.” Percy snorted and smiled.

“Good. Thanks, P. For being patient with me. I know it isn’t your usual style, but I really appreciate it.”

“Anything for you, Perseus.” Apollo murmured, capturing Percy’s gasp with his mouth as he kissed him firmly. This time, Apollo pinned him to the tree.

It had turned out to be an amazing summer.

Chapter 32: Ah, invasive family conversations.

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“Really, Piper? I mean, really? This is what we’re wearing?” Percy asked dubiously, looking at everything hanging up.

“Hey, David, and apparently the magazines, all want to see you guys fitted like Greek heroes since your interview where you mentioned Olympus. So now, you, Kayla, Clarisse, Sherman, and Travis are going to do a photo shoot dressed in old school Greek attire. So shut up and put on the chiton already.” Piper tossed the item in his face and walked away. He groaned and changed, slipping on the sandals that they had left for him before going to do hair and make-up. He knew something like this might happen, but he’d been hopeful that it wouldn’t.

“I’m blaming you for this, Jackson.” Clarisse grumbled as he sat next to her in the hair and make-up chairs.

“I blame me too, La Rue.” He agreed with a sigh. He wasn’t surprised that they were each adorned similarly, but also with noticeable differences. Clarisse had more subtle hints of red throughout her outfit, a nod to Ares; Travis had winged shoes like Hermes’; Sherman Yang had some hints of red similar to Clarisse; Kayla was mostly gold and blue, a reflection of Apollo. With each of these nods, he wasn’t surprised that he had hints of blues and green like the sea. Clarisse also had a leather breastplate and gauntlets on to signify her warrior status.

Clarisse’s hair was tied up in leather throngs, as was Kayla’s. Travis had one thicker leather band around his head, across his forehead. Percy’s hair was mussed up with spray and looked very fluffy and beach-worn with his curls twisting and sticking up all over. Instead of a leather band to match the others, his head was adorned with a small circlet that looked like it was made of colorful coral and had pearls inlaid throughout. Almost like it was a crown. When they were all deemed ready, they were led to the studio where they would pose and take the pictures. There were going to be individual pictures as well as group shots.

“I feel like we each look like our parents.” Kayla muttered, clenching her hand around her simplified wooden bow. Sherman grunted in agreement.

“Could be worse things. We only kind of look like our parents. Whereas Percy looks exactly like Poseidon.” Sherman told her. Then they were all turned to look at him as he held a prop trident and stared.

“Please don’t tell me how much I look like him. It’s just weird to think about.”

“Want to bet that the Olympians will think it was actually Posiedon who showed up and not Percy?” Travis questioned with a smirk and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“I’m in. Zeus, Hera, Demeter, Athena, Hades, and Aphrodite will think it’s Poseidon.” Kayla commented. “Apollo will know better, Hermes will be on the fence, Hestia will find it amusing, and Ares, Hephaestus, and Dionysis won’t pay attention.”

“I’m betting Zeus, Hera, Demeter, Hephaestus, Ares, Hermes, and Aphrodite will think it’s Poseidon. Apollo, Athena, Hades, and Hestia will know it’s not. Dionysis definitely won’t pay attention. Also, Poseidon won’t correct anyone.” Clarisse pitched in.

“I’m with Kayla. But Dionysis will know it’s not him, and will be taking bets from the Hermes and Aphrodite cabins on when the gods figure it out.” Sherman commented, dropping a few drachma in Travis’ hand with Kayla and Clarisse’s. They all turned and looked at Percy again, who just sighed in resignation.

“Fine. Everyone will think it’s dad, dad will think it’s hilarious and will toy with them as if he did the shoot. Hermes will be betting with Triton and dad to see when the others figure it out because he already knows.” He dropped his drachma and rolled his eyes at their confused expressions until he pointed across the room at a familiar looking delivery man who saluted them. The others groaned, having already lost part of the bet.

“You kids look great!” Hermes announced, coming over after the delivery had been signed for.

“Thanks, dad.” Travis agreed, smiling crookedly. “Don’t tell anyone, yeah?”

“Obviously. This is going to be hilarious. I can’t wait! Percy, if anyone gives you trouble about this, send them my way or pray and I’ll come distract them.”

“I can do that. It won’t be easy to keep this from Apollo, though.” Percy admitted, biting his lip.

“Just distract him by telling him how pretty he is or sleeping with him. It’ll work for a while and by the time he figures out you’ve distracted him, you’ll either be asleep or at work where he won’t want to bother you.” Percy face-palmed at the comment and missed the others laughing and Hermes taking his leave.

“Dad used to do that when he was dating Apollo.” Kayla admitted with a groan of annoyance. “Please don’t do that or at least don’t do it around me.”

“I am not going to sleep with him to distract him.” Percy grumbled, crossing his arms, feeling exposed and knowing his face was bright red.

“True. You’d have to sleep with him first to even know if it would distract him.” Kayla hummed thoughtfully, while Percy just closed his eyes and turned his head up to the ceiling.

“You’ve been talking to Nico.”

“Well, yeah. He and Will wouldn’t shut up about it because Will didn’t believe it, and since they don’t talk quietly, the whole cabin ended up in on it.”

“I can’t believe you haven’t slept with him yet. Looks like Lacy might win that bet after all.” Sherman complained.

“I can’t believe you all are still betting on my love life after all these years. Is there not anything else for you guys to focus on?” Percy whined.

“Guys! We’re ready for you, so come on over and we’ll arrange you.” David called, putting an end to the conversation.

At one point, they were each decked out in their medals with golden laurels placed on their heads. Percy’s coral circlet was replaced with a smaller one that went across his forehead and tucked under his hair. It was simple gold but had some small gems inlaid in it. He really hoped Triton didn’t see all of these pictures, but knew he would because Tyson would show him. Because Tyson loved his big brothers and would tell anyone who would listen about his favorite brother, Percy, who was also his first friend. He guessed his expression was fairly broody, but thinking about his brother and how little time they got to spend together always made him a little morose. Not to mention it reminded him that his little sister was across the country.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was looking at the god of the sea himself.” David commented, drawing Percy out of his mind.

“What do you mean?” He asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Your expression took on a stormy appearance. It looked like your eyes were swirling with the frothy ocean and your face was impassive; as if you were debating on whether a tropical storm or hurricane would be better to take out the offending coastal city. It was perfect, actually. Gave you that ethereal, celestial look we were trying for.”

“Oh.” Percy frowned and tried to take a deep breath to calm his thoughts.

“Well, we’re all done for the day. Thank you all for such wonderful work!” David stated, and the room clapped politely as the demi-gods gave small bows and waves before heading to wipe away the make-up and put their normal clothes back on.

Percy went and had some pizza with them before heading off to do something he’d considered while he was changing. He didn’t want to talk to anyone about his sex life, but he did have questions and there was only one person he could think of that he could talk to who wouldn’t judge him. And it was someone who wasn’t afraid of the gods, even when they were younger.

It was a bit of a drive, but he made it to the city and the address looked exactly like he remembered it all those years ago. He hoped Hades wouldn’t be too mad about him popping by, but it was hard to tell sometimes. He leaned on the counter in front of Charon, who just sighed at seeing him. Percy handed over a few drachma and was led to the elevator. When it transformed into the ferry, Percy made sure to keep away from the edge. He had no desire to dip in the Styx again.

“I don’t think that’s ever been done before, godling.”

“Reading my thoughts, Charon?” Percy asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Just reading your expressions. I wouldn’t suggest it. The pollution seems to have cleared up some, but I believe your mortal body would simply burn away if you were to attempt it again. Although it would be interesting to see what the results would be.”

“Pass.” Percy said with a frown. Charon chuckled but Percy was quick to jump out once they reached the shore. He walked straight past the lines, but stopped before he got to Cerberus. He let out a loud piercing whistle that he used for Mrs. O’Leary and was tackled to the ground by a mass of black fur. “Hey girl. Come on, let’s go play with Cerberus, yeah?” She pulled on his shirt and set him on his feet easily and he patted her head. When he reached the guardian of the fields of asphodel, he received only a curious sniff and a lick from each head before he turned and focused on playing with Mrs. O’Leary. He grumbled, wiping off the dog saliva, as he passed through the side gate Nico showed him a few years back so his sword didn’t set off the alarms.

“Good evening, young Perseus.” Persephone called, and Percy tried smiling politely.

“Queen Persephone. Is Nico in?”

“He just got back about an hour ago so he should be in his room. I’ll try and keep Lord Hades distracted so he doesn’t notice your presence, but it’ll most likely only work for a little while.”

“I appreciate it, my lady, thank you.” Percy gave her a small wave as she turned back to her garden and he went in search of Nico’s room. When he got to the door, he knocked, knowing it was always a bad idea to barge into a teenage boys’ room, no matter if that teenager was actually now 20. He would always be a little kid to Percy, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t have experiences that Percy didn’t.

“What?” Nico growled as he swung the door open, but looked up in shock. “Oh, Percy. What are you doing here?”

“Wanted to chat, figured this was my best bet to find you. Can I come in?”

“Oh, yeah, sure, sure.” Nico waved inside and tried hiding a yawn with his hand. “So what’s up?”

“Well. I know it’s probably awkward, but I don’t really have anyone else to talk to that won’t make fun of me. It’s … relationship … stuff.” Percy ran a hand through his hair and cleared his throat trying to keep his heart rate normal.

“Really? You want to talk to me about relationship ‘stuff’? I don’t really think I’m the best choice, ya know?”

“Why do you say that?”

“Perce, I was born in the thirties. By the time I was put in the hotel, it was already a common thing that the type of relationship I would want was against the law, regardless of us being Greek. I went through a lot of anger and self-hatred before I was comfortable just being me.” Nico flopped down on his bed and watched Percy, who was biting his lip and pacing a little.

“That’s true. But once you confronted me, you were able to lose all that. I’m still sorry I ever made you feel that much anger.”

“Percy, that was not your fault. I thought I was in love with you, but it was extreme hero worship. You’re too much of a dork for me, anyway.” Nico said with a crooked grin. Percy snorted.

“You know, Annabeth went through the same thing with Luke. I thought she was in love with him and she didn’t know how to sort out her feelings before the end of the war. So I get it, but I’ll still feel a little bad about causing those feelings. Moving on, though, I just … I grew up not understanding how relationships worked, ya know? I saw my mom and Gabe, and by the time Paul came around I was already hitting high school. With Annabeth, I was always worried I’d do or say the wrong thing and she’d turn around and hit me or yell at me. It’s just what I’d learned to expect. But … with Apollo … I don’t know. I know he could kill me or curse me with the snap of his fingers, but I’ve never been worried about it. It never even crosses my mind when we’re together.”

“That’s a lot to unpack, Perce. Come on, sit down or you’ll start making me anxious.” Nico patted the bed and Percy flopped down beside him. “It wasn’t your fault that that was how you were raised to see relationships. From what I’ve seen, Apollo really cares for you and is afraid that you’ll wake up one day and decide being with a god is too much for you.”

“That’s a little ridiculous.” Percy mumbled.

“Not from what I heard from others about how you typically talked to the gods when you were introduced to them. I mean, you fought Ares when you were 12! You destroyed an army of the dead and could have easily done some damage to my dad when you were 15. Don’t think that I wasn’t told what you said to Dionysis when you were 14 and introducing me to camp. You’ve never been fond of them. Granted, it was all their fault. They gave you a burden at 12 and just said ‘here you deal with this’.”

“That’s true enough, I suppose.”

“Have you guys talked about things? You and him?”

“Sort of. We’ve talked about what I’m comfortable with for now, but not what I could be comfortable with or what he wants. It’s just been about me this whole time. Neeks, I know that sex is usually a big part of relationships. But, what if we take that step, and then he just decides to drop me? What happens if we do that and then I’m left to pick up the pieces on my own, but now I either have to accept becoming a god and see him for eternity, or let myself burn up and save anyone the hassle?”

“You really don’t see what you mean to all of us do you?”

“I’m just me, Nico. Just a demi-god who was forced to step up and become a leader of an army at 15.”

“Alright, well, don’t get mad when the whole camp shows up to your moms for your birthday to tell you what you mean to them. Sex is always a big step, no matter what type of relationship it is. It changes things. The first time is always scary in the sense of nerves, but after? Things can always get better. You could grow that much closer. Will and I talked a lot before we were ready for that step. It’s just another level of intimacy. From what I can see, from what all of us can see, you guys already have a really intense connection. Intellectually. If he were to decide, after you guys took that step, to leave you, then that’s on him. Not you. It means he wasn’t as invested in your connection as you were. He’s not your first love, and if things go wrong, he won’t be your last. You are, annoyingly, easy to love, Percy Jackson.”

“You really believe that?” Percy asked, frustrated at how small his voice sounded. Nico sighed and turned to face him.

“How long did it take anyone to warm up to you? Pick one encounter and how long you talked to them before they caved and became your friend.”

“Luke hated me. So did Octavian.”

“Luke hated you because he wanted to be you. Octavian was a douche and was consumed by his own mania. Pick someone else.”

“Zeus still hates me.”

“He hates you because you are more powerful than any of his children; because you are his brother’s child. Same reason he hates me. Pick someone else.”

“There’s most of my half-siblings, like Triton and Kym.”

“Triton hated you because of who you represented, until he spent time with you. Now he’s ready to fight anyone who speaks badly about you. And Kym is, from what Jason told me, rather chaotic. After you and Jason talked to her she turned around and helped you kill Polybotes, right?”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t a lot of help.”

“So Jason said. Because you thought you deserved to be punished, to die, for unlocking a power you didn’t know you could have while surviving down there. Dumbass.” Nico said it with obvious affection and Percy snorted, smiling finally.

“I’m overthinking the whole thing, aren’t I?”

“Bingo!” Nico practically shouted and then they were snickering like kids.

“Ugh. Thanks for letting me rant, Neeks.”

“No problem. Just don’t tell anyone else, I don’t think they’d get in here or be able to leave if they did.”

“That’s fair. You coming by for my birthday?”

“Like Aunt Sally would let me miss it. She’s been bugging me since the Olympics were over to make sure I come. Even tried telling me I could have your room.”

“Sounds right. Well, I better go. Don’t want to run into your dad if I can avoid it.”

“Good luck with that. He’s probably going to drag you into his latest argument with Demeter or try and get you to prank her or your dad.”

“I’ll see you later, Neeks.” Percy reached over and ruffled his hair, while Nico tried shoving him off the bed.

“Yeah, yeah, now get lost. I need my beauty sleep.” Percy left, shutting the door behind him when he did, hoping Nico could actually get some sleep.

He made it all the way to Cerberus, before Hades appeared. Percy sighed, watching the dogs play around, waiting for his uncle to say something.

“Perseus, should I just get you a pass to enter and exit my realm since you seem to keep coming back?”

“Wouldn’t say no to that. Then I could stop bribing Charon and distracting Cerberus.”

“Is he still complaining about his pay? I just gave him a raise when Thanatos was chained.”

“He’s always going to want more money. I think he’s saving up for a new suit.”

“How does my son seem?” Hades asked quietly after a few minutes.

“Fine. Tired, but fine.”

“I feel that he still harbors some resentment toward me.”

“Have you tried to fix it? Or talk to him? I mean, you were a dick to him when he was just a kid, telling him you’d preferred his sister over him.” Hades raised an eyebrow at him in question, knowing that no one knew of that conversation and Nico wouldn’t have told. “I had a dream about it. My dreams tend to tell me things that are happening, things that have happened, and a few things that could happen. Anyway, the Apollo cabin and Hazel and Frank still treat him like he belongs around them, so he’s found a little family. Reyna still sends him letters when she can, or so Thalia tells me. He seems to find a reason to keep dropping by my place so he’s got me and the rest of the Jackson-Blofis household, too. But you should talk to him and try to mend things with him. He is still mortal and will still die one day.”

“I spoke to him in my temple when he was transporting the parthenos, and a few times since then, but, I suppose I need to take a page from my brother’s book. Poseidon, not the other one.” Hades scrunched up his nose as if just thinking of Zeus was annoying.

“You’ll figure it out, Uncle H. I gotta head out. Nico’s coming by for my birthday next week, you should pop by, too. Might be good for you to see a mortal celebration so you can do something like that for Nico. Just a thought. Have a good night.” Percy gave him a small bow and whistled for Mrs. O’Leary who bounded over to him. She tossed him on her back and trotted over to Cerberus who had to lean down and lick him one last time. He grumbled about it, but could swear he heard Hades laughing when he wiped the saliva off. The sound wasn’t unpleasant, though unexpected, and definitely worth the discomfort.

Percy hoped the fact that he could laugh like that, that it meant he was ready and willing to work to mend things with Nico.

And he was definitely not telling Annabeth he’d come by, because she would be extremely unhappy that he came to see Cerberus without her.

Chapter 33: Feeling Cherished

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Percy had opted for driving back home, to New York, for his birthday. He wanted to use the drive to clear his head and just not think. It was cathartic, and he was surprised by how few monsters he encountered. Annabeth and Conner had offered to ride with him, but he didn’t want to make them sit through a long drive if they could fly. Just because he couldn’t didn’t mean that they shouldn’t. Besides, he was sure that Apollo would pop in occasionally to keep him company and he didn’t really want them around to tease him.

“I really wish you’d let me get you a new car.” Apollo grumbled from where he appeared in the passenger seat. Percy hid a crooked grin, but knew Apollo must have seen it by the blush tinting his cheeks.

“I like this car. It’s got history and character.”

“It’s your dad’s old car and has pegasus hoofprints on the hood.”

“Exactly. If I got a new one, Blackjack would just trample on that one. He already told me he would.”

“You have such a strange relationship with that one. How did you even encounter him?”

“Ah. Um, well, it was after my second summer at camp. When we went to get the fleece. He was trapped on Luke’s boat and when the Party Ponies showed up to save us, he was freed. For some reason he’s decided that I am his person now. Like he’s adopted me or something. Between him and the others at camp, they’ve sort of decided to act as my guardians, even though I’m perfectly capable on my own.”

“I’m sure he knows that after seeing you fight and helping you when you defended Olympus when you were 15. But, seriously, can I please get you a new car? It can be my birthday present to you this year.”

“No can do, babe. I like this one. Maybe in a few years I’ll let you get me one.”

“How about for our anniversary at least? Like the next one?”

“Hmm. Trying to compromise with me on when you can give me an expensive, most likely outlandish, gift, huh? Alright. I’ll consider it. I’m not saying I accept, but that I’ll think about it, how’s that?”

“Fine.” Apollo said with an exaggerated sigh. "Where’re we stopping tonight, anyway?”

“Haven’t entirely decided. Probably Chicago.”

“Yes!” Apollo cheered and pumped his fists in the air while Percy raised a questioning eyebrow at him. “I have the perfect place in mind. We can go to the spa and get massages and then I can take you out on the town for dinner at this wonderful restaurant. I haven’t been there in ages, but the food is fantastic. I know you love your New York style pizza, but I need to introduce you to Chicago style.”

“I do love pizza.” Percy hummed his agreement. “You going to stay with me all night or do you have other places you need to be?”

“I can stay. Benefit of being a god is that I can split my consciousness to be wherever I’m needed.”

“Sounds good.” Percy smiled at him softly as Apollo played with the fingers of his hand not on the wheel. It made him feel warm and fluttery inside.

They drove on for a few more hours, Apollo having taken over the stereo and singing along to most of the songs while Percy either joined or laughed. When they pulled into the hotel that Apollo had directed him to, the Valet gave him a strange look. Or rather, gave the car a strange look. Apollo rolled his eyes and whispered something to the man who grinned and took the keys to go park it once Percy had grabbed his bag.

Percy couldn’t help but stare at the hotel around him. It was massive and beautiful. Annabeth would most likely have lectured him on the architecture, but he was happy just taking it all in. He stopped by a fountain while Apollo checked them in. It was making a weird noise and he could feel the build up in the pipe that was restricting the water flow. He absently flicked his wrist and cleared it up, feeling the water respond instantly. He sighed in relief. He puzzled over that for a while. Why he felt relieved when he used his power over water. It didn’t really make sense to him.

“Why the frown?” He startled as he was pulled from his thoughts by Apollo’s warm hand on his back.

“Just … thinking.” Apollo nodded, but didn’t press. He led him to the elevator and up to their room, not speaking until they both entered.

“What were you thinking about?” He asked, once the door was shut, leaning back against it, trying to appear casual. But Percy could feel the anxiety around him.

“I felt a block in the fountain.” Percy started pacing as he spoke, unable to contain himself to a single place while he thought and talked. “I cleared it, but I felt a sense of relief when I did it. Like my whole body relaxed a little more. I just don’t understand the feeling, I guess. Why my body reacted the way it did.”

“When was the last time you used your abilities?”

“Not sure.” Percy shrugged, unable to recall. Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t remember the last time he consciously used his abilities.

“It’s like a limb, Perseus. You have to stretch every once in a while. I doubt you go very long without using your powers, even if you’re asleep. You built up blocks for when you compete, but they weren’t meant to be there full time. Would you like to go to the pool instead of the spa and let loose a little? Stretch, so to speak?” Percy looked up and saw how sincere Apollo was being. How open he was. But instead of using his powers, he wanted a distraction. He wanted to feel something else.

“Maybe later.” Percy hummed, pulling Apollo into him and kissing him firmly. He felt desire rush through him and put a hand in his hair to deepen the connection. He reached up and started unbuttoning the shirt Apollo was wearing and running his hand over the firm muscles underneath, groaning at the warmth and heat that only turned him on more. Before he could do more, Apollo had walked him back and pushed him down on the bed, leaning over top of him.

Apollo threw his shirt on the floor and pulled Percy’s off, pressing closer so they were skin to skin. But it wasn’t close enough, not nearly close enough. Percy tugged on his pants and Apollo shifted until they were off, before pulling Percy’s off as well. Percy shuffled up the bed a little more before Apollo leaned back over him. The full body skin contact was making him gasp for breath. He arched into Apollo, as he kissed down his neck to his chest.

“Apollo.” Percy groaned, and his whole body shivered as the warmth traveled lower.

“I need you, Perseus.” Apollo whispered, nipping at his hips.

“Yes.” Percy breathed, knowing that Apollo would take care of him. Even if it was just this one night.

“Yes?” Apollo questioned, hands wandering over his exposed, sensitive skin, wanting to be sure.

“Yes, Apollo, please.” He pleaded, needing the contact now more than ever.

“I love you, Perseus Jackson.” Apollo growled, catching Percy’s gasp in a kiss as his fingers moved to get him ready. He shifted Percy’s legs over his own hips and Percy gasped again. He couldn’t speak for a few moments, too consumed by the feeling of Apollo’s gentle, but needy, fingers.

“Gods, Apollo, f*ck.” He breathed, unable to stop himself from moaning out at each movement. “I’m-”

“Shh. I’ve got you, love.” Apollo whispered, and Percy felt the fingers recede, replaced by Apollo’s body. He sucked in a breath, trying to control his breathing and adjust to the stretched feeling. Apollo continued whispering in his ear the whole time, relaxing his body until he was all the way in and they both lay there, panting. One from restraint, one from elation.

“Move, Phoebus.” Percy groaned, and sucked in a breath when his lover listened. He lost track of time as Apollo worshiped him and kissed him deeply when he could. The warmth of the room intensified the longer they went. He felt sweat drip down both their bodies and his power sang in his veins. He could swear he heard waves crashing on the shore, like the ocean was calling to him, calling him home.

“Stay with me, Perseus.” Apollo growled, and Percy’s eyes flew open and his mouth fell slack as he felt the heat in his stomach and arched his back as he came hard with a shout. A few more thrusts and Apollo collapsed on top of him, breathing just as heavily. Percy’s heart was racing and he tried to focus on the room, on being here with his lover, but the ocean called to him. It overwhelmed his senses until it was all he could hear.

“I can’t, Apollo, I can’t-” Percy gasped and suddenly he was laying naked on an altar at the edge of a sea. His powers raged inside him and he couldn’t breathe. He grasped his chest trying to control his heart, but it was beating too quickly for him to focus on anything other than the storm that raged around and within him. “Not yet. No, not yet!” He screamed. He didn’t know what was happening all he knew was he couldn’t breathe!

“Perseus!” A loud voice boomed, and he felt the sea around him struggling to calm. There was a hand in his hair and on the side of his face. “Perseus, focus on the waves, on the feel of the water, son.” He nodded and turned his focus to the waves around them, and tried to listen. He breathed in and out with the feel of the water stilling in cadence with his breathing, his father holding his face and encouraging him to calm with the flow of the ocean.

“Dad?” He croaked, and heard his father’s sigh of relief.

“Thank us. I thought I was too late.” Poseidon’s voice was strained and it sounded like he’d been crying. He frowned.

“What-”

“Shh. Apollo will be here in a moment to take you back. You lost yourself in your powers. You nearly ascended, but I know you aren’t ready for that.” Percy could only nod once more, exhaustion taking over, causing his eyes to fall closed.

“Poseidon.”

“Apollo. Thank you for coming.”

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t apologize, Apollo. Just take care of him.” Poseidon cut him off, as he pulled his hand away from Percy’s throbbing head. Percy couldn’t help his whimper at the loss of contact.

“I will.” Apollo promised and carefully pulled Percy close and held him in his arms as he flashed them back to their hotel room. Percy heard him quickly fill the bath and settled Percy in it with his arms wrapped around him. “Are you ok?” He whispered and Percy leaned further back into him, settling his head on his shoulder.

“I don’t really know.” Percy mumbled, feeling sleepy. “Before … whatever that was, you were amazing. Absolutely amazing.” Percy put his hands over Apollo’s.

“It was intense.” Apollo agreed, kissing his shoulder.

“You said something.” Percy said, stroking his fingers over Apollo’s hand. “You said you loved me.”

“I did.”

“Do you? Love me?”

“Gods help me, but yes, I do.”

“Good. I love you too.” He felt warmth on his back as Apollo smiled into his neck.

“Whenever you’re feeling up for it, I still owe you that pizza.” Apollo said and Percy could hear the happiness in his voice. Before he could answer, his stomach rumbled loudly. He blushed but chuckled as Apollo laughed behind him. “That answers that. Come on, let’s get you fed. Then, if you want, we can talk about what happened.”

“Alright.” Percy agreed, whining at the loss of warmth when Apollo moved out from behind him.

“I promise it’ll be worth it.” Apollo said with a grin. Percy sighed as he was pulled into the room to put something on so they could go eat.

The pizza was actually really good, but he still preferred New York’s.

“So.” Apollo started hesitantly, as they walked back toward the hotel.

“So.”

“Can you tell me what happened?”

“I don’t really know.” Percy said quietly. “One minute I’m with you, basking in our afterglow and the next … the next I was on that altar by the sea feeling like I was going to combust. I couldn’t breathe and it felt like my body was burning from the inside.”

“You were ascending.” Apollo whispered, looking at him with wide awestruck eyes.

“That’s what dad told me, yeah. Probably should have taken you up on that offer to swim instead of distracting myself.” Apollo snorted, and Percy grinned considering it a win. “I’m glad it didn’t scare you away.” He whispered.

“Why would it scare me away?” Apollo looked at him quizzically.

“I don’t know.” Percy felt insecure all of a sudden, unable to look at his boyfriend.

“Hey, look at me.” Percy looked up when Apollo put a gentle hand on his chin. “You can’t scare me away that easily, ok?”

“I don’t want to scare you away.”

“Then what are you afraid of, love?”

“That you’ll get bored and leave me. That I’m not good enough for you to stay with me.”

“I love you Perseus Jackson. Nothing can change that. Nothing. I know we gods, me especially, have a history. But I would not have stayed with you this past year if I planned on leaving you, you hear me? You’re mine.” Apollo growled and pulled him in for a kiss, wiping away the tears that slipped through Percy’s closed eyes. Percy clutched Apollo’s shirt and held him close, reveling in the warmth.

“I believe you.” Percy whispered as they broke apart. “Show me you love me, Phoebus Apollon.” Percy watched as the god shivered.

Instead of responding, he led Percy by the hand back to their room, practically vibrating in anticipation. The elevator ride was excruciatingly slow, but once they reached their floor, Percy barely had time to blink before they were in the room and Apollo was, literally, ripping his clothes off and throwing him on the bed.

When the morning light reached Percy’s eyes, he groaned and buried his face further in the pillow and hugged the one that smelled like sunshine and mountain laurel. He drifted to sleep a little but woke to the smell of fresh brewed coffee and cracked his eyes open again. He smiled as Apollo set a cup down on the bedside table.

“Good morning, my sea star.” Apollo whispered in ancient Greek. Percy could only hum as he slowly tried to sit up. He winced a little as his aches from the previous nights’ activity caught up to him, but settled against the pillows as Apollo reached out and carded a hand through his unruly hair.

“Morning star shine.” Percy’s voice was deep from how much he strained his vocal chords the night before.

“How’re you feeling?” Apollo asked cautiously as Percy grabbed his cup and drank.

“Really good, actually. Could probably use a shower, though.”

“Probably.” Apollo agreed with a soft chuckle.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Everything. Taking care of me. Showing me you care and not just abandoning me when morning came.”

“Why would I abandon the best thing that’s happened to me in millenia?” Percy knew he was blushing but couldn’t help how happy it made him feel inside.

“You mean that? Truly?” Apollo just gave him a look.

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have brought you breakfast in bed.” Apollo teased and handed him the small bag with a few muffins inside.

“Mm. Have I told you you’re my favorite?”

“Not today.”

“Well, you, star shine, are my absolute favorite. And I love you.”

“And I, you. Eat. Then shower. We should be able to make it to your mom’s tonight, but it’ll be late.” Apollo leaned forward and kissed his head, before settling on the bed beside him, wrapping an arm over his shoulders, tracing patterns on his skin. He was spelling out ‘I love you’ in Greek and a few other languages that Percy didn’t entirely recognize.

It was a nice morning and Apollo didn’t stop touching him gently. As if he were something precious. Something to be cherished.

And Percy couldn’t stop grinning at how at peace he felt.

Chapter 34: Happy Birthday

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“Cy-Cy!!! Up! Get up!!! Come play with me!” Estelle shrieked, jumping on him on his bed. It was his second morning waking up at home after his drive, and his family was rather overjoyed about him being back. Percy groaned and rolled over, pulling her into a hug and holding onto her like she was his new pillow, making her squeal. “I’m not a pillow, silly.”

“I wondered. My pillow doesn’t usually talk to me.” Percy mumbled, leaning over and blowing a raspberry on her cheek, making her shriek and laugh delightedly.

“Come on! Momma made waffles!” She said, wriggling in his arms and bouncing on the bed some more.

“She did, did she? Alright. Did dad make coffee?”

“Duh.” She said sarcastically, making him snort.

“Okay, Stella. Help me up?” He pouted, and she rolled her eyes and pushed at him with more force than he anticipated and they both landed on the floor with a loud thump before they were both giggling. He tickled her until she jumped on him and he feigned defeat. “I surrender! I surrender, oh mighty Stella!”

“Suffer the agony of defeat of the powerful Princess Stella!” She shrieked, standing on his chest, while he starfished on the floor.

“Pray the Princess is merciful!” Percy said dramatically.

“Since I am such a kind Princess, I shall allow you to ferry me hither to breakfast.” She replied, equally dramatically, jumping off his chest and allowing him to get on his hands and knees so she could climb on his back as he stood up to give her a piggy-back ride to the table. “We mustn’t dawdle, peasant. Onwards!”

“As her highness commands.” Percy chuckled and headed for the kitchen, winking at Apollo who had been watching from the other side of the bed, phone in his hand. When he got to the kitchen he set up Estelle’s plate and stacked the waffles like they were a castle and topped them with as much whipped cream and strawberries and sprinkles as she deserved. Which is to say, as many as he could before his mom scolded him that it would be too much sugar.

“Morning, baby.” His mom said, kissing his head, before kissing Estelle’s. Paul slid a cup of coffee over to him and Apollo joined them after a few more moments, still smiling at his phone. He quickly showed it to Sally and Paul, both smiling adoringly at whatever he had captured. “You better send that to me, Apollo.” She said sternly.

“It should already be on your phone, Ms. Jackson.” He said with a dramatic bow, making Percy snort.

“So, Percy. Party tonight. You ready for it?” Paul asked, smirking at him.

“I suppose. More for them, than me, at this point. I’ve always been pretty content with our small celebration here, but they all want to make it a big deal this year.” Percy admitted, looking at his plate, but oddly not feeling hungry. He’d had a dream, before his sister woke him up, and he knew how the day would end. “Should be fun.”

“There’s been a slight change to our original plan to have the party here, sweetheart. Since all the kids want to be there, and camp is coming to a close anyway, they wanted to have a party on the beach for you.” His mom said slowly.

“I know.” Percy said with a crooked grin, finally just drinking some of his coffee before looking up into several confused faces. He shrugged, “had a dream.”

“You did?” Apollo asked, his voice strained, and looking a little pale.

“Yeah.” Percy said quietly, taking a deep breath and letting it out. He did it once more before looking up at his parents and giving them a smile. “I, uh, I think having it at the beach is a great idea. And … I’m thankful that you worked so hard to do this for me. I’m … going to take a break when it’s over. The party. I’m going to need some time. Probably a few days, but I’ll let you know if it’ll be longer or not. I promise.” Percy said, getting up to hug his mom who was wiping tears away and pulling Paul in, who looked tired and sad and proud all at once. “I love you guys.”

“Oh, baby.” His mom cried, holding him tightly. “I’m so sorry this is happening to you. I love you so much.”

“We both do, son.” Paul agreed in a rough voice.

“What’s wrong?” Estelle asked, looking at them in concern. “Cy-Cy is just going to his party and coming home, right?” Percy carefully extricated himself from his parents before kneeling in front of his sister.

“I’m gonna have to go away for a little bit after the party, Stella. Not long. But a few days. I promise to come see you first, as soon as I’m able, ok? And before you know it, I’ll be back here living in New York and seeing you all the time. Would that be ok with you?”

“I’ll get to see you every day?” She asked excitedly.

“Maybe not every day, but at least every week. I can promise that much. Would that be alright?” Percy asked, holding out a pinky. She studied him for a minute before wrapping hers around his.

“I can accept that.” She said with a big, beaming smile. He kissed her head and added a few more strawberries to her waffles.

“I’ll be right back. Save some for me, ok?” Percy said, standing up and taking Apollo’s hand and dragging him to his room. Apollo was staring at the wall with an unreadable expression as Percy turned to him after shutting the door. He walked forward and put his hands on Apollo’s face, forcing him to look at him. There was an immense sadness in his eyes. “I know you thought I’d have another year. But I don’t. It’s gonna happen tonight. So … help me make it a good one?”

“Perseus,” Apollo said, in a rough scratchy voice, “I’m so sorry.”

“Not your fault, P.” Percy said affectionately. “No one’s fault. I was never meant to have this much power. No demi-god is supposed to have this much power. And we knew this was coming. My dreams are rarely wrong, P. But I’ve had this one a few times. I can’t see past tonight. Just … whatever happens, do what you can to protect the others? I don’t know how it’ll happen, if it’ll be flashy or if we won’t even notice. Whatever happens, however it happens, will you be there? When it’s over?” Percy was scared he wouldn’t answer; maybe more scared he would leave, he couldn’t tell. But he didn’t want to go through it alone. He couldn't.

“You’re afraid.” Apollo exhaled. Percy sniffed, feeling the sting of tears in his eyes, but not letting them fall.

“I’m terrified.” Percy agreed with a wobbly grin.

“I’ll be there for you, Perseus. I swear.” Percy let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. It might have been a sob, but he was too relieved to care. “I will be there for you until you tell me to leave. Until the stars die out. And if there is a time after that, I’ll be there for you then. I love you, Perseus Jackson. Gods, you’re so much stronger and braver than I ever was. What did I do to deserve your affection? Your love?”

“You’re you. That’s enough.” Percy said quietly, ignoring the single tear that had managed to slip down his cheek and leaning in and kissing Apollo. It was so soft and heartbreaking that he whimpered. Apollo held him as if he were something special, something to be cherished and adored. They stood together for a few more minutes, not saying anything. Just holding onto each other.

“Come on. Let’s go make this the best day ever. We’ll go get manicures and pedicures with your mom and sister, then we’ll spend the afternoon at the zoo before going to the beach to meet the kids.”

“Sounds perfect.” Percy agreed, grinning when Apollo wiped his face clean and kissed him once more before going back to join the rest of the Jackson-Blofis household for breakfast.

There was a tinge of sadness in the air, but they all laughed and shared stories and had a great time before they headed for the same salon as before to get their nails all done. Percy signed a few autographs along the way, as well as at the salon and posed for a few pictures.

“Are you going to tell the others? Your friends from camp?” Paul asked quietly, as he walked beside Percy as they headed to the car after leaving the zoo.

“They know it’s coming. Just not when. They’ll find out soon enough. Thanks for today. It was really great.”

“No matter what happens, you are still expected home for every holiday, young man. And I expect you to keep Estelle’s gifts reasonable. I would also appreciate you telling your brothers that as well. Triton has already tried sending her things that she is absolutely too young for.” Percy laughed, leaning into Paul when he wrapped an arm over his shoulder.

“I’ll see what I can do. Thanks for being such a great dad to me, Paul. I know I wasn’t always easy, but I’m really glad I had you.”

“I couldn’t have asked for a better son, Perce. Now, let’s get going before they head to the beach without us. I’d like to say we’ll stay all night, but we’ll probably leave shortly after the cake comes out so Estelle can keep to her bedtime routine. She starts school again soon.”

“That’s fair.” Percy hummed, thoughtfully.

The drive to the beach was peaceful, and Percy had his window down, letting the breeze ruffle his hair and waving his hand with Estelle out the window, making wave motions. Apollo had left them after the salon, saying he wanted to go help the kids finish setting up the party, but Percy could tell that he was having a hard time being around his family when he knew what was coming. Percy appreciated the alone time with them. As much as he loved having Apollo with them, he wanted to remember his time with his family as happily as he could. When they got to the beach, they all stood at the edge of the sand together. Estelle perched on Percy’s shoulders, Paul and his mom on each side of him. They all leaned together as the sun sank lower in the sky, reflecting off the water.

“I love you guys.” Percy whispered, leaning his head on his mom’s.

“We love you too, baby. So much.” His mom replied in a choked voice.

“I’ll still be me, mom. That won’t change. I’ll always have you with me. And Paul. And Estelle. And the demi-gods. Someone needs to be there for them. To stand up for them. We’ve had a pretty good life, mom. It was bad for a little while, but we got out of that. And we’re still here. If that didn’t break us, then nothing can.”

“We should go, Perce. I think it’s time.” Paul said gently, rubbing his back.

“Let’s go celebrate!” Estelle screamed, and Percy laughed, before he screamed with her, his mom and Paul also shouting out into the evening sky. It was cathartic, screaming on the beach with his family.

They all linked arms and made their way to the cabin where they could see streamers and a bonfire going. Several people spotted them and ran over giving hugs and exclaiming happy birthday over and over. There was no alcohol, as everyone knew that Percy didn’t drink. A few of the gods even showed up, though Percy doubted they knew what was going to happen, and he sure as hell had no intention of telling them. When the cake came out, Apollo appeared at his side, linking their fingers tightly.

“I love you.” Percy whispered, as the cake arrived in front of him, eyes not leaving Apollo, wanting to make sure he saw how sincere he was.

“I love you.” Apollo whispered back, gripping his hand. “Always.”

“Always.” Percy agreed with a smile.

He finally tore his eyes away and faced his friends who were singing to him. Will and Nico were in front with party hats on; Percy wondered where Nico managed to find a black one, but didn’t say anything. Annabeth and Connor held the cake, while everyone else circled. He tried to focus on the cake, on their singing, but every single person there was focusing on him, on his name, who he was and what he meant to them. He could feel it in his bones, his blood, his heart. Could feel his core expanding and cracking, making it hard to breathe.

Suddenly, he felt as if he were underwater, everything felt floaty and distorted as his core shattered entirely, burning it's way through him slowly; like the rush of the tide. He put his free hand on his chest, gripping his shirt over his heart, unable to hear what Annabeth was saying, but knowing she wanted him to blow out the candles. Everyone was watching him expectantly, so he leaned forward and blew them out, feeling as if he was blowing out some of his essence. Something must have changed, because his friends were now watching him in concern.

“I love you guys.” Percy whispered, and his world erupted in white.

Chapter 35: Reassurance

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Percy was sitting on the altar he’d landed on in his near-miss ascension a few days prior, looking out over a calm, starlit sea. A soothing breeze drifted by and ruffled his hair. He could smell the salt in the air, the scent of the trees nearby, the cool stone under him.

“Perseus.” When he turned to face the three women, the Fates, he was a little surprised at their appearance. They didn’t look as they had when he’d seen them by the fruit stand all those years ago.

“Morai.” Percy inclined his head and stood before his altar facing them.

“You see us now, in one version of ourselves, though not as the version you knew.”

“Born with roots in multiple pantheons, you, young god, are something new. Not Greek, nor Roman; Not Egyptian nor Hawaiian.”

“You bring forth a new pantheon, Perseus. You will unite demi-gods and mortals.”

“A new American god. We cannot guess your domains. Not yet. They will become clear in the coming years, though.”

“How can I interact with you, Morai, if I am of a new pantheon?” Percy asked curiously.

“We have existed longer than those gods you have met. As long as the world of men has existed, they have believed in the dynamic of fate and destiny. We are Endless.”

“Mm.” Percy hummed as he looked out over the sea, watching the stars sparkle and shine, the moonlight on him like a spotlight. “I think I’d like to go back and finish my party. Would you care to join me?”

“We would be honored, Lord Perseus.” Percy shivered as the name rolled over him like a gentle caress.

“Then let’s not keep them waiting.” Percy grinned crookedly as he held out his arms for them to link. They only grasped his right arm, as Apollo had been holding onto his left hand when … it happened. He closed his eyes and stepped forward. When he opened his eyes, he was back on the beach, stepping up to where his friends had held the cake, looking lost. He saw the instant someone registered his appearance. Nico’s eyes widened and he dropped to his knees, bowing his head.

“Hail, Lord Perseus.” He whispered, the others quickly followed suit. Percy turned his eyes to Apollo who fell to his knees as well, looking up at him in wonder and disbelief. Percy met his golden eyes briefly, winking at him, before turning back to his friends.

“Here I was just expecting a simple ‘happy birthday’.” Percy chuckled, but noticed the others were still looking down. He sighed and knelt down in front of Nico, putting a finger under his chin to lift his head up to meet his eyes. “I’m not above you. None of you. Don’t bow. Not to me, not ever.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Nico grumbled and Percy smiled.

“Come on. Let’s have some cake and enjoy the party you guys worked so hard on. We can talk later. Promise.” Percy pulled Nico to his feet and accepted the hug when the younger boy threw his arms around him.

“I’m sorry, Perce. I wasn’t even thinking what might happen if we all got together, what it would do to you, and-”

“Stop, Neeks. You’re going to hyperventilate.” Percy said quietly, rubbing his back. “I had a dream, so I knew it was coming. Nothing you could do to change it.”

“I’m still sorry.” Nico mumbled stepping back. “But I expect a longer conversation later, as promised. Aunt Sally’s cutting the cake, so why don’t you open your presents?”

“Good idea. Round everyone over to the table, I’ll be there in a second.” Percy said, flitting his eyes over to Apollo. Nico nodded and patted his arm once more before ushering everyone over to the table.

“Perseus.” Apollo whispered, tears streaming down his face.

“P.” Percy whispered, wiping his face gently. “I’m fine, love. I promise.”

“How are you so controlled right now? When D ascended, he couldn’t be around anyone for ages.”

“I’m different. Not really Greek, nor Roman. It’s rather complicated. But I’m only controlled now because I wanted to be here. I have a few hours at most before I’ll need to leave again. I’d like you to come with me, Phoebus Apollon. I … I want to show you.”

“Yeah?”

“Duh.” Apollo snorted before getting up and wrapping his arms around Percy and dipping him before kissing him firmly. Percy melted, holding onto Apollo’s face, feeling the love and desire channeled into the kiss. When he was back on his feet, facing Apollo, his body felt warm and he was nearly overcome with the desire to throw Apollo on the beach and take him right there. It must have been written on his face, because Apollo smirked and kissed him lightly once more.

“Later, my love. I promise, we can do all that and more once everyone is gone and we’re alone. I will do unspeakable things to you that leave you craving more, things that have you gasping and screaming out for mercy, begging me to let you come, for hours. And you will only come when I let you. Isn’t that right, Perseus?”

“Gods, yes.” Percy groaned, already feeling ready to come apart. “f*ck, Apollo, I can’t get hard when we have to go and finish my party.”

“Then let’s go finish it, so I can get to finishing you, my dear.” Apollo purred in his ear.

“Mm.” Percy hummed, leaning in and kissing Apollo once more, tugging on his hair slightly. “Come on. I want to get to the very private after party already.” Percy grabbed Apollo’s hand and dragged him to the table to sit and wait while Percy opened his presents.

Chapter 36: Perseus

Chapter Text

Percy looked out over the water as the stars reflected on the surface. This place wasn’t really a place. He expected his father only found it the first time because he was attuned to his son and tracked him down that way. He was in between mortal and immortal, then. Now, unless Percy brought someone here, they were unable to locate it, or him. Once he’d ascended, his father could no longer track him. It was … odd. He trailed his fingers along the edges of the altar, smiling as he heard the whispered prayers of the other demi-gods and legacies of New Rome.

Behind the altar was a somewhat modest villa that was open. No doors anywhere, and the gentle sea breeze drifting through the place, making it smell like fresh air and palm trees. There was a slight scent of mountain laurel that had him aching for Apollo. But he couldn’t see him just yet. He still had a few things to do, before that. He traced the odd symbol on the altar that now represented him. While he had the trident burned on his forearm from the Romans, his personal symbol now was displayed on his opposite arm in colors that shifted from deep blue, to sea green; really going through all of the colors found in large bodies of water.

“Poseidon.” Percy whispered, grinning when his dad appeared before his altar looking confused as he spun around, before his eyes landed on his son.

“Perseus.” he whispered.

“Dad.” Percy nodded. “If you haven’t noticed, this place is untraceable. It’s neither here nor there. Existing while simultaneously not existing. One can only find it if they are called.”

“It’s beautiful, son.”

“Yeah, it is.” Percy hummed. “How is everyone?”

“Mostly worried, but otherwise fine. It’s only been a week, so it hasn’t been long.”

“Good.” Percy nodded. “Have you seen this anywhere yet?” He traced his symbol on his altar, grinning when it lit up.

“The Oracle has been drawing it.” Poseidon admitted. “There’s an altar at the camp, and the Romans are putting one up as well. But they don’t know what it means, or what name to associate with it.”

“Tell them it’s mine.” Percy said, looking up and meeting his dad’s eyes. “Just Perseus for now.”

“His domains are not yet determined.” The Morai said as they appeared, startling Poseidon. “We wish to set a meeting of pantheons with your King.”

“Can it not wait for the Winter Solstice?” Percy asked curiously.

“If he discovers on his own that many of his council have known about your impending ascension, he will lash out and cause harm to those you would protect. War would erupt, and you, Perseus, would be the one left standing.”

“I’ll arrange it, my ladies.” Poseidon promised, bowing to them.

“How is he?” Percy asked quietly.

“Missing you.” Poseidon answered with a smirk. “Call for him. Spend your time with him before seeing your family. All of them. When you are done, come to Olympus and Hestia will summon us if we are not all present.”

“He will not be able to cross to the palace.” The Morai said, frowning.

“Apollo will be with him. He will be able to escort him.” Poseidon replied.

“Your King must invite him.” They argued. “As it is crossing Pantheon places of power, he must be the one to do it. Should he choose not to, though … Olympus will start to crumble away.”

“Perhaps you, my ladies, can accompany me in convincing him to extend the invitation?”

“We can only offer insight. Your council will have to convince him. Or risk losing their seats of power and godhood.”

“That’s all you will need to say.” Poseidon said, bowing his head once more. “Someone will let you know when we are ready, Perseus.”

“Bye, dad. See you in a few days, I expect.” Percy said, grinning at his dad and hugging him. Poseidon took several big breaths before releasing Percy and taking the hand of the Morai and disappearing with them. Percy steeled himself and closed his eyes. “Come to me, Phoebus Apollon.”

“Perseus.” Apollo breathed, touching his face reverently.

“Hello, lover.” Percy grinned, leaning into Apollo’s touch. “Did you miss me terribly?”

“You’ve no idea.” Apollo admitted, shutting his mouth abruptly and looking confused at his confession. “Darling, have you some power of compulsion for the truth?”

“No idea.” Percy shrugged. “I wanted to show you this place. My place. My altar.” Percy reached out and placed Apollo’s hand on it, feeling it in his body and barely refraining from groaning.

“It’s as beautiful as its god.” Apollo said truthfully, dragging his fingers along it and grinning when Percy shuddered. He traced the symbol, and Percy felt it as if Apollo were caressing his arm where the mark glowed. “Just gorgeous.” Percy gasped as he felt Apollo’s breath by his ears, even though he was leaning over the altar. When he felt the tongue trace the symbol, he nearly collapsed, but Apollo caught him and set him over the altar.

“Don’t stop.” Percy whispered.

“What does my lord wish?” Apollo whispered, kneeling beside the altar and tracing the various shapes and images portrayed with steady determined fingers.

Each shape felt etched into Percy’s skin with the heat of the sun, making his breath catch. Apollo continued to trace the various markings and whisper appreciatively. Percy arched back as if the fingers were moving along his body in intimate places, driving him mad with lust.

“Apollo.” Percy groaned out, his body shaking from the overwhelming sensations.

“Perseus.” Apollo said reverently, leaning over and kissing him fiercely.

“Worship me.” Percy whispered.

“I’d love to.” Apollo swore, climbing up and pressing their bodies together. They’d only had sex the one night before Percy had ascended, even if it had been nearly all night long. But now, having ascended, everything felt amplified. Every touch, every kiss, every groan and moan; all of it setting his nerves alight.

“Don’t stop.” Percy gasped, digging his hands into Apollo’s arms as he thrust into him. “Gods, Apollo!”

“I can’t- Perseus, I can’t-” Apollo struggled, breathing heavily as he gripped Percy’s erection and pumped it, causing him to arch up into his touch even more before he was coming and Apollo following him, collapsing on top of him still on the altar, which was glowing slightly.

“So good to me.” Percy murmured, once his breathing evened out, stroking a hand through Apollo’s hair. “Such an amazing offering of love and devotion.”

“All for you.” Apollo nodded against Percy’s chest.

“Only me.” Percy said, tugging on Apollo’s hair slightly. “Bless people with children, but this is for me only from now on.”

“Is that a command?”

“No. I won’t command your love.” Percy shook his head. “But I’ll not take another. You’re it for me. Should you stray, should you choose to take another, there won’t be a place for you here anymore.”

“I like a challenge.” Apollo hummed. “I won’t swear not to stray, because it won’t even cross my mind, but I promise that you have my heart. And I’ll strive to be worthy of the love you’ve shown me.”

“Want to see the rest?” Percy asked, still stroking a hand through Apollo’s hair.

“I’d be honored.” Apollo agreed, kissing his chest before sliding off the altar and helping Percy down.

Once they were inside the villa, Percy wasted no time in devouring Apollo. They spent a long time just touching and tasting each other. When Percy was finally sated, they rested. Since time was different now, he wasn’t sure how long they had actually been wrapped up in each other.

He looked down at his body and realized he hadn’t really worn any clothes since his father had left with the Morai. He imagined the outfit he wore for his first photo shoot all that time ago and smiled. Though he had been barefoot then, he now sported bright green converse as he walked out of the villa, Apollo trailing along, curious as to what he was doing.

When Percy looked at him with a raised eyebrow, he conjured his own outfit that was similar to Percy’s but with gold converse, before accepting the hand Percy held out for him. Between one blink of the eye and the next, they were standing on the porch of the Big House. Percy scrunched his nose up as the many scents associated with camp assaulted him.

“You get used to it.” Apollo said with a soft chuckle. “Come on. Let’s go see if my kids are here.”

“They are.” Percy said, grinning when Apollo tilted his head in confusion. “They often speak to me. Places that have lots of demigods are a bit loud, actually.”

“Dad!” Kayla shouted, before shrieking, “mom!” and barrelling into them and wrapping her arms around them.

“How did you all end up on ‘mom’ for Percy, anyway?” Apollo asked, laughing lightly.

“I already have three dads, and Percy is basically the camp mom since he cooks snacks for us and makes sure we’re prepared for our quests before he lets us go.” Kayla said, shrugging as she let go of them. Her shriek had drawn attention and soon all the other campers were out and surrounding them. Percy rubbed his temple as he heard them in his mind calling out in happiness.

“You all are very loud.” Percy muttered, grinning when they laughed. “Tell me what’s been happening since I’ve been away.”

Percy was promptly dragged to the amphitheater where the kids sat around him telling him all about the end of camp and the other kids who had gone off to school already for their fall term.

“Do you know? What your domains are yet?” Austin asked excitedly.

“He’s not Greek.” Rachel said, standing near the entrance and looking at Percy curiously. “Nor Roman.”

“Nor Egyptian, nor Hawaiian.” Percy agreed, giving her a crooked grin. “I’m something new.”

“I’m a little surprised you were able to get into the camp, actually.” Rachel admitted.

“Maybe it’s because he was with me?” Apollo said uncertainly.

“Maybe.” Rachel conceded, but she was still studying Percy intently. “You going to continue doing your normal life for a little while?”

“I’d like to.” Percy admitted. “At least while I can.”

“You should.” Dionysis said as he appeared and lounged back in a chair, startling a few of the younger kids at his sudden appearance. He rolled his eyes at them before focusing back on Percy again. “Most abandon their old lives because there is nothing left for them. You are not the same in that regard.”

“Any word?” Percy asked, raising an eyebrow at the camp director.

“Father is rather adamant that he wants nothing to do with you. However, when the Fates said that if he did not attempt to create a bridge, we would all perish, he looked rather constipated. As if he were trying to find a way around it.”

“Sounds about right.” Percy chuckled. “Well, I’m going to go see my family, and maybe take a walk through my city with my boyfriend, if he wants?”

“I’d love to.” Apollo perked up.

“I’ll be back sometime later, so you guys better behave and listen to Chiron.” Percy said, ruffling some kids’ hair and standing up to leave. As soon as he reached Apollo, they took a step and were in Times Square. They walked around for a little while, just enjoying the sights of the city, before Apollo stopped them under a billboard that was glitching and showing Percy’s symbol.

“What’s going on?” Apollo asked, wide eyed and a little fearful.

“Something new.” Percy hummed. “Don’t worry your pretty head, darling, the world learning about me won’t take my attention away from you. From us.”

Percy pulled Apollo in and kissed him gently, soothing his anxiety about what it meant for them.

“PJ!” Someone yelled, and Percy grinned against Apollo’s neck before looking for the source. His grin turned into a full blown smile as he spotted David hurrying over to them with a delighted smile of his own, camera in his hands.

“David, it’s good to see you. What are you doing in New York?” Percy asked, leaning into Apollo who had wrapped his arms around Percy’s middle and was resting his chin on his shoulder.

“Secondary office.” David shrugged. “Was called out to consult on some things and thought I’d do a little sightseeing. Question. Would you be interested in allowing me to photograph you and your boyfriend on a day out in the city?”

“One condition.” Percy said, holding up a finger.

“Alright.”

“Any prints that you sell, the proceeds go to shelters and programs, like the Trevor Project.”

“Done.” David said happily.

It was a nice walk through the city, even though David would throw out suggestions of poses now and again, but his camera never stopped clicking. They stopped next to a wall that was covered in graffiti that had his symbol in the middle of it. Apollo stayed back by David as he took some shots of Percy looking at it a little awestruck.

“Do you know what it means?” David asked, as he looked at his display screen.

“Perseus.” Percy answered softly, feeling a gentle breeze wrap around them before it was gone.

“Fitting.” David said, looking slightly dazed as he met Percy’s eyes.

“Suppose it is.” Percy agreed, grinning crookedly. “Let me know how those turn out. I’d like to stay and chat some more, but I’ve got to meet my family.”

“No worries.” David said, clearing his throat as he shook his head as if shaking out the daze. “I’ll let you know what comes of these. Perhaps I’ll simply send them to you.”

“Whatever you decide.” Percy shrugged. “Come on, lover, we better get going.”

“Sounds good.” Apollo hummed, reaching forward and taking Percy’s hand. Percy winked at David before stepping away and appearing in the hall of his mom’s apartment, while Apollo snickered beside him.

This all started with a few distracting camera shutters that changed Percy’s life. Now it was his turn to change other people’s lives with a few more. After all, if there’s one thing Percy has always excelled at, it’s causing chaos.