Stiles stares at the sword, a sense of dread washing over him; his two worlds crashing around him as he stares at the one thing that will give him away.
Years of memories rushing into mind as he struggles to fight for the last bit of control, his poker face must have given in when his legs go week; Gripping the table like a lifeline, his knuckles turn white, tears rushing to be free.
"Hi, I'm Luke, I will be your welcome demigod" "I'm Genim"
"Annabeth Run!!" "I won't leave you behind gen"
"Luke, you can't join him, he will kill us all"
"LUKE NO"
Stiles gasps losing all sense of reality as he is repeatedly assaulted by his best friend, his brother's death.
"-iles! Stiles!" Then there's hands holding him up, a worried Scott hovering in front of him.
Stiles stares blankly into Scotts eyes, Luke stabbing himself replaying on repeat; Stiles's breathing picks up, the panic attack clawing up his body. His vision meets black.
When Stiles wakes up, it's too a room he's not familiar with, a black shirt draped onto a chair in the corner of the room.
"You scared us last night" Dereks voice deadpans from the doorway, Making Stiles jump.
"I-I'm sorry" Stiles croaks, clearing his throat afterwords; he must have been yelling.
"You yelled out for a Luke after you passed out" Derek helpfully points out, before turning around, leaving stiles alone.
An hour later Stiles gets the courage to leave the room, following the stairs down to where the pack are all huddled around the sword from last night.
"Stiles!" Lydia bounds towards him, drawing him into a tight hug. "If you scare me one more time i will banshee scream in your ear". Lydia lets him go, dragging him to the table.
Stiles slides up next to Scott and Allison, refusing to set his eyes onto the sword.
"So, Stiles, what happened last night" Peter drawls from his place on the couch, stiles opens his mouth to answer but a knock on the loft door shuts him up.
"That must be Dad and his informant"
Derek opens the loft door, allowing Chris and a teenager around the packs age, to step through. Black hair and ocean blue eyes. Percy.
Stiles's breath hitches, as he meets eyes with the son of Poseidon.
"Genim?!" Percy yells as he makes a run towards the younger boy, drawing him into a hug; ultimately making stiles lose his composure.
Stiles sobs into the demigod, rambling on about Luke, and how it was THE sword; Percy takes it in stride, every now and then glancing at the sword on the table. Once Stiles Pulls away the pack is on them asking a million questions.
"You know him?" is the one solid question that can be heard over all of the others.
"Hi, I'm Percy Jackson, I met Genim here at summer camp" Percy flashes the pack his lopsided smile.
"You went to a summer camp?" Jackson asks, not believing for one second the resident pack human went to a summer camp.
"Where do you think I go every summer?" Stiles shoots back, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh"
Stiles turns too Percy a grim look forming on his face, the dried tears making him look even worse.
"He's back, that's what that means right? He has a new host?" Stiles Says gesturing to the sword.
"No gen, Hès not only back, but Luke is missing from Elysium." Stiles's legs give out from underneath him.
"Whose back? who is Luke?" Derek asks his eyes flashing red, trying to intimidate the demigod.
"Kronos, and he wants Genim"
