The Uncle and The Nephew (A Percy Jackson/The Avengers Crossover Fanfiction)

Finding Out - Chapter 32

3rd POV

Grover knew something. Something he couldn't tell anyone else for fear of hurting them.

He knew where Percy was hiding. Well, hiding was the wrong word. He knew where Percy was. It came to him in a dream. One that he couldn't quite remember, but knew that he had to go there.

Right now, he was on the subway. He didn't exactly have a plan, just a feeling that something was about to happen and that he had to stop it.

By the time he got to the Jackson's apartment, it was almost too late. The lights were all off except for in one of the bathroom. The door was closed but Grover could hear running water.

Grover debated on knocking. Would Percy even answer. Grover knew that Percy needed him, and that Percy didn't really seem like he was in control. Before he could hesitate he opened the door.

Percy was standing facing the mirror, he looked to be staring at something intently. The man didn't even flinch when Grover walked in.

"Percy?" Grover asked cautiously.

No answer. Percy continued to stare.

"Percy?" Grover said it louder.

Percy looked at Grover, but his eyes were a different color. Then Grover noticed something he hadn't before. There was blood on Percy's hands.

Grover stumbled over himself trying to leave the bathroom, muttering. "Oh hell no. I was not fucking prepared for this dam stuff today. Not today." He ran to the kitchen.

Fake Percy followed silently with those eyes that weren't his. Grover spun around to face him, threateningly holding a butter knife.

"Grover." Fake Percy said. "What are you doing?"

"Currently? Trying to look threatening while holding a butter knife. It takes some real skills." Grover said, his voice a pitch higher than normal.

Fake Percy raised an eyebrow.

"Cut the games, whatever-random-being-is-possessing-Percy. I know that that's not him." Grover clutched his makeshift weapon.

Fake Percy sighed. "Well damn. I was honestly hoping that it wouldn't come to this. I know how much our dear Perseus here cares for you, however that will just make killing you all the more fun."

Fake Percy started forward, removing Riptide and uncapping it.

Grover's eyes widened and he ran to the door, rushing out faster than someone could say "pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis." fun fact: that's an actual word. longest word in the dictionary and 45 letters long. it's a lung disease.

Fake Percy followed quickly behind, thundering down the stairs and on Grover's heels.

Grover knew he had to save Percy before it was too late. Although, there was a little tiny voice in his head that told him that it might already be too late. He shook the thought away and gripped the knife tighter. Better a defective weapon than no weapon at all.

He opened the door to the stairwell and slammed it closed behind him. He rushed down the stairs.

He heard the door creak open again, heard the footsteps coming. There was a door that lead gods-know-where. It was Grover's best bet.

He opened the door and ran out once again. But then he stopped. A hand was on his shoulder.

The hand turned him around to face Fake Percy with a Fake Percy Smile on his Fake Percy Face.

Fake Percy's eyes glittered a swirling, dark mass. Those eyes seemed to draw everything to them.

Grover tried to pull back but the grip on his shoulder was too strong.

What had he done?

really short of a chapter. the end of the year and all and i am completely swamped with stupid homework!!

EDITED FEBRUARY 6, 2024

word count: 583 words total