Carry On My Wayward Child (PJO Imagine)

Part 3

Rationalizing that you had definitely lived in your aunt's house for way too long to start thinking about gods and goddesses, and demigods, you decided to push the thought the kids you brought into your house were demigods.

They were just kids who you so happened to find in the place you dreamed about and that you decided to be a respectable person and keep these kids safe in your house, and you were going to be a good host until they decided to slip away to run to their haven from whatever they were running from.

'whatever they were running from? To their haven' you thought oddly, as you swept up the shards and dropped food. 'How the hell did I know that?'

Your brain stalled once more as you stood up with the swept up contents, and almost dropped it again in fright as you saw the three kids staring at you wide-eyed from the threshold of the living room.

"OH GEEZE" you yelled, hand shaking to not drop the dustpan and scatter more, but you did drop the broom to place a hand on your beating heart.

"Ah, sorry!" said Luke as he held up his hands, "We just...we heard the plate crash and then we really didn't hear anything so we just wanted to see what was wrong-"

You took a deep breath to continue but before you could dismiss their worry, you heard Annabeth gasp as she was standing in front of the weapon that brought you your latest revelation.

"Wait, why do you have that?" asked Thalia, giving you a curious look.

"Well...I did mention my aunt was pagan. I think she used that for some rituals on very special circumstances" you explained, dumping the dustpan contents into a nearby trashcan.

"But it looks like its made out of celestial bronze! Like our own weapons-" muttered Annabeth intrigued before Luke shushed her.

"Celestial bronze? Wait hold up, you guys really have weapons-" you felt the air in your lung leave you. The ringing in your ears were going off as you felt a heavy feeling in your gut.

Like a storm that was brewing and the pressure was building, waiting to snap-

"Y'know what, I just remembered. I need to check on your sister's temperature to see if her fever has gotten any better" you said, changing the subject. You didn't miss the three kids look at each other with a silent communication but you ignored it to get the thermometer.

You found the kids hadn't moved from the living room, looking at all the stuff your aunt had collected over the years. As you began to Annabeth's temperature, you found your eyes staring at her gray eyes, that seemed to study you. Deconstructing you and made you feel vulnerable and on edge.

You looked from the corner of your eyes to see Thalia watching you steely with her electric blue eyes. There was something in her eyes that radiated warmth and longing but you recognized those eyes as something as weariness. She was a teenager if you had to ballpark it, but you also know she was tired yet guarded, as if she had to grow up in more ways then one.

You then glanced back at Luke who was also watching you but was doing his best not to make it obvious. You saw something akin to envy and relief in his eyes, watching as you looked over at Annabeth, but you also saw him looking all possible exit points; as if any moment they needed to bolt.

The thermometer beeped and you withdrew it, checking her temperature. You grinned, "A bit on the high side by a couple of points, but you're better then before! Just got to be careful, get some more medicine, food in you and rest, then you're good to go."

You took the alcohol wipe to clean the thermometer and busied yourself cleaning, but you smiled privately as Luke and Thalia physically relaxed at your news.