Lost And Found (pjo x teenwolf)

6. An End To A Beginning

6. An end to a Beginning -Percy

Jackson didn’t take shit from no one. He jumped up and swung at me wildly, I hate to say I was thoroughly out of practice and his fist landed on the side of my head. He didn’t stop; hitting me again and again. 

He shoved me at some point and I was down. Falling to the floor with a slap as my head hit the cold tiles. Weakly, I tried to hit back but it was too much. 

His fists came down over and over and over. Bruises bloomed almost instantly, and blood trickled out of my nose. Maybe it’s broken. My ears were ringing and my vision blurred, I prayed to literally any God that I wasn’t crying. 

Jackson was grumbling a constant flow of insults, his words jarring, “weak, pathetic, can’t do shit. Little lying—”

But the words were nothing. I’d heard them all before, from others and myself. The only reason my hands fell to my sides and I let him continue was because how could I, someone so easily defeated by a mortal, ever end a war? Ever win against Luke —Kronos and his army of monsters?

The door banged open and people rushed in to pull Jackson off me. I didn’t move, lying there like the useless sea slug that I am. 

Stiles knelt beside me, a grim look on his face as he helped me into a seating position, “he got you good. What’d you do?”

“Lie?” I concur, swallowing a metal tainted flavour.

“I’ll take you to the nurse, she can call your mum.” Stiles offered and we both stood up. “Sorry we didn’t get in quick enough, the teacher's key jammed.”

I shrugged, staying silent. An idea —plan almost, was forming in my mind as we walked past students giving me side eyes. I didn’t like the idea of it, but maybe it’s time to take up an old friend's offer.

My mum picked me up half an hour later, a worried look etched into her usually kind features. Which unfortunately isn't rare anymore. She led me out to the car without a word, but the moment we were driving down the road, she flicked off the music.

“It wasn’t a monster.” She said softly. I hated that it wasn’t a question, somehow she just knew. Sometimes I think my mum could be a child of Athena with how she just knows everything.

“No.”

For a while we didn’t say anything, listening to the steady vibration of the car engine. 

“Want to tell me what happened?”

I shrugged, “got into a fight with this kid, it’s not unusual.”

“Then why do you look so down, honey?” She looked at me, breaking her eyes away from the road in front of her. “You’ve been in fights before, how is this one different?”

“How do you know it’s not?” I countered. I didn’t want to talk about it.

“I know it from your eyes.”

“Right. Can really tell you’re an author, sometimes mum.” I said jokingly, “eyes don’t show emotions.”

“They don’t if you’re not looking. But you have such wonderful eyes, they look just like the ocean you were made from. Normally, they’re calm and a pretty seagreen. Today? They look like miniature storms have gathered within them.” Maybe she’s secretly an oracle.

I stare at the road. “They’re just green.”

“No, perseus. Then you would be normal, and you’re not. You're special. You have ocean eyes.”

Nothing. Then—

“I would like to be normal, so my eyes just being a plain old green sounds pretty great.” I admit.

My mum doesn’t reply and I feel bad. We don’t normally speak like this, about these things, I never admitted that I wanted to be normal —she always felt bad. It’s not her fault, it never will be. It’s the Gods fault, for not providing help and protection for their kids they’ve ignored.

The kids who need them so badly because even when they’ve only just been born, they’re hunted like animals. Hunted for the rest of their lives, sometimes never knowing why. Sometimes and most of the time, they —we, don’t survive. 

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I went straight to my room when we got home…well, after grabbing several handfuls of mum’s blue biscuits and telling her I was just going to sleep. 

Which was a fat lie by the way. I used a water fan I kept in my drawer and a small crystal ball. It only took a few moments for an image to appear (thanks to Iris, Goddess of Rainbows).

“Nico Di Angelo,” I muttered into the colourful water droplets. 

It melted into a wide window-like image of Nico sitting on a tree root eating… was that Macca’s?

“Are you eating Mcdonalds?” I asked, leaning closer.

Nico nearly jumped about three feet in the air when he saw, before he landed back down and his face turned the colour of a beetroot. His lips fell into a scowl, “what happened to your face?”

“Got into a fight at school,” I answered shortly.

He caught my tone, “Why are you calling? Are you considering my plan?”

My jaw clenched. For a moment I considered saying something entirely different to what was running through my mind. But Nico was right, I needed all the help I could get for the war.

“Yes.”

I felt sick when he actually grinned, clapping his hands together. “I’ll see you soon, Percy.”

My hand moved without my mind, slashing directly down the middle of his face, dispersing the image into a million little water droplets. I turned off the Water fan, dropped it on the drawers and flopped onto the bed. 

What have I agreed to?

[proceed to read the sixth book of the Percy Jackson series.]

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