Thunder and Blood

13

Percy

"Hey, hey, you're okay." I hear a female voice say, they place their hand on my forehead. "How are you feeling?" She asks, I blink a few time, trying to get her face to come into focus. Scott's Mom. 

"What happened? What's going on?" I look around, but Scott and the redhead, who's name I haven't learned yet, are the only other people in the room. 

"You were speaking Latin in your sleep." She says, tilting her head. "How do you know Latin?" I almost hit myself. I know her name, how could I forget. This is Lydia, the smart one... besides Stiles. 

I try to lie. "It's almost the same as Greek, my Dad taught me Greek."

"No it isn't. Not even remotely." She stares at me. "I speak both."

Shit.

"Who's Annabeth?" She asks. 

I swallow. "A friend."

"And what's Camp Halfblood?"

Had I really said all this in my sleep. "A summer camp, I started going there when I was 12."

"Non credo te." Lydia tells me in Latin. I don't believe you.

"Quid aliud audivisti?" What else did you hear?

"Nothing important." She says in English. Her answer alone tells me that whatever I had said in my sleep was definitely important. 

"Lydia." Scott says, staring at his phone. "They have him."

"Have who?" I ask, sitting up. 

"Stiles." Lydia tells me after a moment. "They found Stiles." 

What are they talking about. "I thought he was in Eichen House?"

"He was. Three days ago." Scott steps forwards. "We tried to wake you, but you were out cold."

"I slept for three days?" 

Scott nods. "Stiles- Void broke out of Eichen, Aiden just found him in a parking lot bleeding out. He's bringing him here right now."

"I slept for three days!?" I pull the blankets off of me, standing up. "And you couldn't wake me?" I ask, they shake their heads. 

"We were starting to get worried."

"Did you try splashing me with cold water?" I ask, that's what my mom used to do. 

They exchange glances. "No."

"Gods. What is going on?" I keep thinking back to my dream. To Annabeth. What if it's happening right now? What if it wasn't me in the dream, but someone else? And I had just been watching through their eyes? That has happened before, when I see vision of things happening in the present.

My blood goes cold. 

What if they actually killed Annabeth?

And I wasn't there for her...

Just then, a car pulls into the driveway, pulling my attention away from my dream. I see one of the twins, Aiden, carrying a body up the walkway. 

And the body is Stiles. 

He comes inside, setting Stiles down on the couch I had been sleeping on. Not soon after, Deaton and a few others come through the front door. We all make a semi circle around the teenager, none of us speak. Then Deaton crouches in front of Stiles, lifting his shirt. There is a long gash across his stomach, self inflicted. "Doesn't look like he's bleeding." Deaton says. "I think he might even be healing."

"You mean healing like we heal." Aiden asks.

"That's good, right?" Scott asks.

Deaton looks up. "For him, yes. Us?" He glances back at Stiles. "I'm not so sure."

There's silence, as if none of us know what to do. And then Aiden speaks up. "Well if we aren't going to kill him, why aren't we at least tying him down with really big chains?"

Deaton picks up his bag. "I might have something more effective." He pulls a glass vial out, uncapping it and taking some of the clear, saliva-like liquid and putting it into Stiles' mouth. 

Stiles's eyes shoot open and he instantly grabs Aiden's throat, grinning as he begins to stand. But then he lets go, his hand shaking. Stiles- or Void, looks at his fingers in confusion, slowly sitting back down. 

"Kanima venom." He looks up at Deaton. "Nice touch."

"Kanima venom?" I ask, glancing at Scott.

"It temporarily paralyzes someone from the neck down."

Void turns his attention towards me, as if he had just realized I'm here. "Perseus Jackson." He gives me a half grin. He knows my name. My full name. "Give your father my best wishes, it's been a while since we've seen each other." He pauses, thinking. "700 years ago, was it not?"

"How do you know my father?" I ask, aware that every single pair of eyes in the room are trained on me and Void.

"He and I go back a long time." 

Interesting. I slowly cross my arms. "I'll be sure to give him your head the next time I visit. Or would you rather me send it in the mail?" I raise my brows. "After all, I did so the same for Medusa."