My Boyfriend is a Dead Roman Hero | Jason Grace

I Do Something Embarrassing

The thing about recognizing all of the minor gods that have kids?

It's an excellent idea that would have made the war with Kronos way shorter if it had been done earlier.

Now that there are going on 20 cabins rather than just the original 12, Camp Halfblood houses demigods with such a vast array of skills that Chiron can just say the word and have an all inclusive task force ready to handle any kind of curveball the gods throw at them.

Like when Percy Jackson, Hero of Olympus and son of Poseidon, vanishes from Cabin 3 without a trace.

Juliette is pacing the Iris cabin with Annabeth as they watch Butch call up every contact they have across the country. Julie's already hung up with Nico, and a panicked Grover had called Annabeth before they even had to throw a drachma. Thalia and the Hunters have been briefed, and Chiron is out sending a messenger to alert the Party Ponies at whatever random roadside tourist attraction they're camping by for the night. Every worst case scenario imaginable is rushing through Julie's mind, and it's taking conscious effort not to chew off her opal patterned press on nails.

"You guys are sure he's not just out for a swim?" asks Butch irritably. Juliette rounds on him.

"Yes, we're sure. I told you, I've flown miles out from the coast - he's not anywhere near us." She snaps, shoving a prism into his hands. "Now, keep calling people."

"Jeez, okay, chill out."

Annabeth groans in frustration and buries her face in her hands. "Where could he have gone? I don't understand...I watched him go into his cabin for the night." Her voice trembles. Julie places her hands on the blonde's shoulders.

"We'll find him." She promises. Annabeth meets her eyes weakly and nods.

They don't find him. At least, not the first day.

Midevening on the second day Percy's been gone, Julie finds herself standing between an irate Annabeth and a crying Rachel Dare.

"Then, what use are you?!" snips Annabeth.

Rachel recoils. "I can't decide when predictions happen. I'm sorry! I really want to help-"

"Well, you aren't!"

"Annabeth, he's my friend too-"

"Then, do something helpful-"

"Okay, enough!" Juliette interrupts. Both girls look at her with varying degrees of frustration and sadness. Julie puts her hands on her hips. "Annabeth, you know that's not how prophecy works. Now, you are going to go to your cabin and take a gods damn nap while Rachel and I continue this conversation by ourselves."

Annabeth glares at Julie darkly. "I'm not going to-"

"I'm sorry, did I stutter?"

"You aren't-"

"Annabeth!"

"...Fine." Annabeth turns on her heel and stomps out of the Hera cabin, making sure to knock an idol or two off the shelves on her way out just to be petty. Juliette rolls her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"I'm sorry about her." She sighs. Rachel sniffles and shrugs.

"I get it," Rachel mumbles. "I'd be mad too. I am mad. All I have are nightmares for months, and the one time one could actually be helpful..."

Juliette hugs herself and looks up at the tile mural of Hera on the far wall. The woman's eyes seem to follow her. She shivers. "Have you heard anything from Apollo?" She asks her friend.