Wildflowers, Percy Jackson ₁

058, STOOOOP FIGHTIIIIIIING

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

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Here's Sylvie's definition of not fun: fly a pegasus toward an out-of-control helicopter to save your situationship's possible other situationship. If the other pegasus had been any less of a fancy flier, they would've been chopped to confetti.

Sylvie could hear Rachel screaming inside. For some reason, she hadn't fallen asleep, but Sylvie could see the pilot slumped over the controls, pitching back and forth as the helicopter wobbled toward the side of an office building.

"Ideas?" Percy asked.

"Someone's gonna have to go in there and get her out!" Sylvie said.

"Sylvie, you can do it," Annabeth said. "Come with me!"

"What are you going to do?"

In response, she said, "Hyah!" And the pegasus went into a nosedive. "Duck!" Annabeth yelled.

They passed so close to the rotors Sylvie felt the force of the blades ripping at the hair. They zipped along the side of the helicopter, and Annabeth jumped inside. Sylvie did the same, grabbing the door.

That's when things went wrong.

The pegasus's wings slammed against the helicopter. He plummeted straight down with Sylvie on his back, and all Sylvie knew was pain. She was crying out in agony before she processed what was going on. She was dangling from the side of the aircraft. The strain it put on her shoulders—her bad shoulder, in particular—was unimaginable. Flames consumed her insides again, like she was being stabbed all over again.

Sylvie was pretty sure she blacked out for a moment in pain, but also she didn't, because somehow she was still holding onto the helicopter. Then Sylvie blinked her eyes open and realized she wasn't the one keeping herself from falling. Rachel Elizabeth fucking Dare had launched herself forward to hold Sylvie with a vice-like grip.

She screamed in anguish again as Rachel pulled. Sylvie couldn't fight it, because Rachel was doing it to get her inside the helicopter.

"Hey!" Rachel greeted in the midst of her terrified yelling. The helicopter was quite literally going down, and she had to claw at any kind of grip she could so she didn't fly out. Sylvie copied her actions.

"Shut up with your 'Hey,' Red, you just saved my life!"

"Yeah, and you're gonna have to save hers!" Annabeth shouted. "In case this goes horribly wrong!"

"If what goes horribly wrong?!"

Sylvie looked in front to see Annabeth sitting in the free spot next to the sleeping pilot, hands on the wheel, eyeing the controls before her. It didn't make her feel any better that Rachel was screeching in terror again. Sylvie's eyes shifted from Annabeth to see that the helicopter was only seconds away from slamming into the side of a building. Needless to say, Sylvie screeched in terror too.

Even though they were high up in the air, nowhere near the earth, Sylvie had one last desperate urge to keep Rachel safe. To keep both her and Annabeth safe.

From virtually nowhere, vines were curling around her arms and making their way towards Rachel. Sylvie wanted to wrap the vegetation around both Rachel and Annabeth, and maybe then, she could figure out a way to keep them more protected before Sylvie met a cruel fate.

Then miraculously the helicopter righted itself. Sylvie's focus on her powers snapped. Annabeth was manning the helicopter all on her own, spinning it in a circle and having them hover.