𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐂! percy jackson

xxix. The Daughter Of Pluto

━━ chapter twenty-nine
daughter of pluto

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━━When they got back, Fiona could say that the others were just a little surprised that she and Piper returned with two unconscious demigods. While Frank and Hazel tended to Blackjack, Annabeth, Sam and Leo helped get Piper, Fiona and the boys to sickbay.

"At this rate, we're going to run out of Ambrosia," Coach Hedge grumbled as he tended their wounds. Fiona winced at the paste on the cut on her cheek. She sat by Percy's side, but didn't worry about herself, and instead over the boys.

"Leo," she said, "are we ready to sail?"

"Yeah, but━"

"Set course for Atlanta. We'll explain later."

"But ... okay ..." he hurried off.

Annabeth didn't argue with Fiona. She was too busy examining the horseshoe-shaped dent on the back of Percy's head.

"What hit him?" she demanded.

Fiona pursed her lips. She examined it again herself, and winced. "Blackjack."

"What?"

She and Piper tried to explain while Coach Hedge applied some healing paste to the boy's heads. Fiona didn't really think that an agressive satyr with height problems would be good at healing, but he must have done something right━either that or the spirits had made them extra resilient. They both groaned and opened their eyes.

Fiona shuffled so she could help Percy sit up. He blinked, trying to get back into focus. When he did, his eyes widened and he muttered, "Fiona━gods, Fiona, I'm so sorry━are you okay━?" his fingers reached towards her cut but she just took his hand and pulled it away.

"I'm fine," she promised him. "It's okay."

She didn't want him to feel guilty about almost hurting her, but Fiona knew that he would hold onto that, no matter how much she told him it didn't matter. Within a few minutes, Jason and Percy were able to explain their fuzzy memories of what had happened. When Piper and Fiona described their duel on the highway, Jason winced.

"Knocked out twice in two days," he muttered. "Some demigod," he glanced sheepishly at Percy. "Sorry, man. I didn't mean to blast you."

Percy's shirt was peppered with burn holes. His hair was more dishevelled than normal. And he smelt like burt eggs. Despite it, though, he managed a weak laugh. "Not the first time. Your big sister got me good once at camp."

"Yeah, but ... I could have killed you."

"Or I could have killed you."

Jason shrugged. "If there'd been an ocean in Kansas, maybe."

"I don't need an ocean━"

"Boys," Fiona interrupted. "We all know I would have killed the both of you if it had been me, but that doesn't matter. Right now, you need some rest."

"Food first," Percy shook his head. She frowned. "Please? And we really need to talk. Bacchus said some things that don't━"

"Bacchus?" Annabeth raised her hand. "Okay, fine. We need to talk. Mess hall. Ten minutes. I'll tell the others."

"Oh, and Seashell Sally," Fiona pursed her lips at her boyfriend. "Please, change your clothes. You smell like you've been run over by an electric horse."