"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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0006. | HEROES ARE FOUND TO EVERYWHERE, ONLY LOOK
The cabin three porch was getting cold.
Octavia waited. The lights to every cabin were going out, one by one, but Athena cabin and Apollo remained lit, her siblings waiting for her signal to go to bed and the Athena children waiting for Annabeth who was crossing the green now to make sure she was all right. Besides the cold night air and the feeling of dread pooling in her stomach, she was fine.
Her fingertips were tingling with heat, an effort to regain something against the cold of the night.
By the time Annabeth made it to her, she heard the first warning screech of the Harpies about to begin their patrol.
"Have you seen Perce?" She asked as Annabeth crouched and took a seat next to her.
She was shot a snarky look in response. "You know, you used to say hello first."
"Hello." She tried again. "Have you seen Perce?"
"Yeah, he's got a shit haircut." Annabeth retorted, clearly miffed. "Why do you want him? Don't tell me those rumours from Hermes cabin about your sleepover are true!"
Octavia was honestly surprised it had taken as long as the whole day for Travis and his siblings to spread the rumour about her midnight escapades, but she supposed Annabeth had been busy with cabin inspections and keeping Clarisse from killing Michael today.
She chewed her lip and avoided eye contact. "They're possibly, maybe, kind of true."
"Possibly, maybe, kind of?"
"Okay, yes, they're true." She relented. "But—"
Annabeth's finger was fast to point at her face. "You broke Camp rules!"
"Oh, relax, Hall Monitor." She rolled her eyes at her wide-eyed look. "We didn't do anything, we just fell asleep."
Annabeth only arched an eyebrow. "In separate bunks?"
Octavia chose to avoid the question. "What are you? My mother?"
"No, I'm still alive, I'm afraid." She gestured at herself. "I could be your dad, but then I'd have to leave immediately."
Her eye twitched. "Well, if that isn't the pot calling the kettle—"
"All right, all right." Annabeth shushed her. "I get it. We've got strange family dynamics."
She cracked a small smile at that. "So I guess you haven't seen Percy around."
Her lips thinned and her eye narrowed. "Based on what?"
