PERCY
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"Percy?" Silena Beauregard sounded like she'd been crying as she spoke on the phone. "Plaza Hotel. You'd better come quickly and bring a healer from Apollo's cabin. It's... it's Sen."
"What do you mean, It's Sen?" Percy growled as he marched forward. He yanked Will Solace up by his hair and shoved him forward. "The rest of you, keep looking for Michael!"
"What's going on?" Will demanded. "Stop yanking my hair!"
"Her wound." Silena choked on the other end of the phone. "It's... It's not very good."
"Is she alive?"
"Y-yes..."
"Keep it that way." Percy hung up and found Yamaha FZI from a sleeping biker and drove to the Plaza Hotel at speeds that would've given his mom a heart attack. He'd never driven a motorcycle before, but it wasn't any harder than riding a pegasus.
"What's going on?" Will yelled over the roar of the wind.
Along the way, Percy noticed a lot of empty pedestals that usually held statues. He had no idea what that meant, but hopefully it was part of Annabeth's plan sixty-nine or whatever. Hopefully, it was a good thing.
"Sen's hurt. And you're gonna heal her, or I'm gonna hurt you."
"I would've done it anyway, but thank you very much for threatening to kill me if I can't save your girlfriend."
Percy didn't bother denying that title.
It only took Will and Percy five minutes to reach the Plaza- an old-fashioned white stone hotel with a gabled blue roof, sitting at the southeast corner of Central Park.
Tactically speaking, the Plaza wasn't the best place for a headquarters. It wasn't the tallest building in town, or the most centrally located. But it had old-school style and had attracted a lot of famous demigods over the years, like the Beatles and Alfred Hitchcock, so Percy figured they were in good company.
Percy gunned the Yamaha over the curb and swerved to a stop at the fountain outside the hotel.
Will and Percy hopped off. The statue at the top of the fountain called down, "Oh, fine. I suppose you want me to watch your bike too!"
Percy looked up at her, unsure of who she was. "Are you supposed to be Demeter?"
A bronze apple sailed over Percy's head.
"Everyone thinks I'm Demeter!" She complained. "I'm Pompona, the Roman Goddess of Plenty, but why should you care? Nobody cares about the minor gods. If you cared about the minor gods, you wouldn't be losing this war! Three cheers for Morpheus and Hecate, I say!" She tossed another apple. "Only the bloody one with the cute build knows me!" She tossed another apple. "I sure hope you're a healer! I want that one to live!"
"Watch the bike." Percy told her.
Pompona cursed in Latin and threw more fruit as Will and Percy ran toward the hotel.
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Freak || Percy Jackson x OC
Fanfiction"Don't kill me, just help me run away from everyone. I need a place to stay where i can cover up my face. Don't cry; I am just a freak." In which a mysterious girl shows up on a bus one day, and the Son of Poseidon sets out to save her. (Percy Jacks...
