"Send me! Send an army! Send a thousand ships! I don't care, just bring her home. I hate being without her."
[ PERCY JACKSON x FEMALE OC ]
[ PERCY JACKSON SERIES ]
cover by @humaneity !
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0013. | TRUST IN GODS IS FAITH IN A GHOST, FOOLISH
"Tell me when it's over."
Thalia had her eyes squeezed shut and her face scrunched up like she was expecting to be roadkill anytime soon. Maybe even a squashed bug on a windshield.
Percy wasn't doing much better he could at least manage to have his eyes open. Travis being shoved up against him didn't feel great but he was glad they were back to back and not face to face. That would have been too mortifying to deal with and come back from.
He couldn't entirely decipher what his relationship with Travis was. The guy didn't waste a chance to rip Percy to shreds for any mistake or stupidity and yet, when it came to the others teasing him, Travis was the first to his defence. It was weird. He supposed it came down to the fact that whenever he was being teased by everyone else, it was typically because of Octavia. He guessed Travis knew what it was like to be made fun of for a crush so he defended him. Percy appreciated it, he just wished Travis would leave him alone the rest of the time.
Right then, he was grateful for the son of Hermes' lack of jokes.
"Everything's fine." He promised Thalia.
"Are... are we very high?" Her voice was shaky.
He looked down. They were above the tops of some mountains, close enough for him to kick snow from the peaks. He did.
"We are in the Sierras!" Zoë shouted. She was sailing in the arms of the other angel, pressed up against Annabeth back to back. "I have hunted here before. At this speed, we should be in San Francisco in a few hours."
The winds were too high for it to be real but Percy was pretty sure he heard Thalia gulp.
"Couldn't have taken a train?" Travis grumbled. "No routes through San Francisco?"
Percy huffed a laugh. "Feeling sick?"
"Not yet." He called back. "But don't worry. You'll be the first to know."
Percy wished he had brought a raincoat.
Travis was silent again, likely trying to keep his mouth shut. Below them, fields and farms rushed by as fast as the mountains had. Percy didn't have long enough legs to kick the weathervanes like he had the snow capped peaks, but watching the landscapes flying beneath them like a patchwork quilt of rooftops and little people, he felt his brain turning to mush.
He was exhausted. He hadn't realised how draining fear was. The skeletons had shot his nerves to nothing in the dam. Rachel Elizabeth Dare and then angels had saved him but barely. Those monsters had his scent. They were intent on killing him and that dedication was both complimentary and terrifying. He didn't think he'd ever rid himself of their cold gaze for the rest of his life.
