Cecilia Holmes, Daughter of Minerva (Sherlock/Percy Jackson crossover)

Chapter 60

The taste of mint ice cream still lingered on my tongue as I followed Claude to his cabin. I hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, but he expected me to follow him, so I did, keeping my eyes focused on his sunburned shoulders. The cabin was empty, void of decorations or adornments of any kind. The cabin was dark. It gave me chills.

He walked up to one of the bunk beds and reached up, shuffling around under the blankets of the top bed.

"I have a top bunk, too," I blurted.

"What?" he paused and looked back at me.

"Nothing," I murmured.

There was silence and he continued searching.

"So..." he paused and I looked back at him. His hands rested on top of his bed. He stared at the blankets, his eyes distant.

"Mom visited me last night and... told me to give these to you," he said. He lifted his hands from the bed, and in his grasp were two bottles.

"She told you to give me... two bottles of Coke?" I clarified, raising an eyebrow.

"If you haven't noticed, we don't get real, bone fide Coke around here, so these are kinda special," he said, "And... they're also poisoned. Well, technically they're not poisonous yet, but all you have to do is unscrew the lids and they will be."

My heart began to pound. I nodded slightly.

"Here," he held them out to me. I took them.

"Uh... thanks..." I said, staring at the bottles full of dark liquid.

"You know what to do, I assume?" he said.

"Yes," I snapped.

We were both quiet for a long time.

"Can you do it?"

"Don't ask me that," I growled. And then I turned and walked toward the exit. Claude didn't follow me.

A strange emotion filled my chest, and I realized it was regret.

I shouldn't have snapped at him. It's not like this is his fault.

I paused in the doorway and looked back. He stared at nothing.

"And Claude?" I said before I could think twice. He looked at me.

"Congratulations on the game today. You did a great job."

He smiled a little.

"I was on a good team," he replied.

"Yeah."

And then I left.

As I jogged down the steps, I considered what I could do with the poisonous liquids in my hands.

I slowly walked down the steps, deep in thought.

Until a pathetic cry interrupted my train of thought.

I looked up, jerking my head to the side, where the sound came from.

There was another cry, this time muffled, and I heard a faint and repetitive sound. A sound that wasn't all together strange to me. Clutching the bottles tightly, I ran toward where it came from. I listened as I went, and soon I realized it was coming from behind the Hecate cabin.

I rounded the cabin until I came to the back of it.

Four demigods stood before me. Snorri struggled against the grip of the two demigods that held him pinned against the wall until his third assailer punched him in the jaw, stilling his movement. The boy stepped forward, throwing more punches toward Snorri's middle.