Random Percy Jackson (DISCONTINUED)

Crossover- Sherlock Chapter 7

Sorry I haven't updated in a bit I was focused on school, allergies affecting me, and a really interesting show called House M.D.

Percy's P.O.V

2 days went by in a breeze as I stayed out of the way of Sherlock and John as they worked their case. I would sometimes point out something and John would thank me while Sherlock looked like a pouting kid because he didn't come up with the idea.

Right now we were outside a crime scene as the murder of the male was inside and had a gun pointed at John and Sherlock. I looked around at the hills and slowly slipped away from Lestrade and went toward a hill with a nice view.

Up there I slipped my backpack off and got my compacted bow and some arrows, I got my bow setup and put on a special eye gear because this was a far shot.

I grabbed an arrow and adjusted accordingly getting the wind speed and calculating the distance, I took a breath and let the arrow release.

I watched as the arrow sunk into the guy's hand holding the gun and he cried out clutching it meaning he dropped the gun which John quickly scooped out of his reach.

Sherlock was looking at the window where the arrow went through and it felt like he was looking directly at me.

I made eye contact, not that he could see me, and quickly packed up while leaving no signs, or at least I thought no signs anyway.

I swung the backpack on my back and made my way down the other side and secretly went back toward Lestrade as he his men brought the man out who still had the arrow in his hand.

Sherlock whispered something the Lestrade who nodded and everyone in the group started to go toward the hill where I shot from.

I laid on the grass allowing the breeze to flow over me and calm my nerves as I listened to the trees swish and the birds chirp, of course it was ruined by some of the cop cars below but that was alright.

"Nice shot." A voice said as it was sitting down. I opened my eyes and furrowed them, "What do you mean?" I asked innocently

"Don't play innocent, found some kid tracks near the sight," he said and at my slight panike face he said, "don't worry I covered them, it's just between you and me."

"Thanks." I said releasing a breath

"Where'd you learn to shot like that?" He asked

"Uncle taught me." I said relaxing once more in the grass looking at a tree as it was swishing slightly in the small wind flow.

"Uncle must have nice eye, that was a pretty far distance." Sherlock commented not being his usual pain the the arse.

"he does yes, me I have equipment to help me but I guess I have a good eyes." I said shrugging lightly.

"Come one, John will worry if we don't get back to him." Sherlock said getting up.

I sighed lightly because once I started moving the relaxing sounds didn't seem so relaxing but I smiled slightly taking in the view once more and followed Sherlock.

Turns out John only worried what Sherlock was doing because he didn't seem to worry too much, probably because he knew where I was, and gave Sherlock a lecture.

Not that Sherlock was listening.

Even I wasn't listening.

John seemed to have given up on the lecture as we entered the cab to take us back to the apartment. Once we were there I spent the first hour reading as John cooked something edible.

Then Sherlock got bored and we both started to play chess.

It was an intense patch.

Distantly I heard, "Sherlock, Lestrade is throwing a small party for everyone in the police department and were going, it's tomorrow."

I heard Sherlock hummed in a high tune and John took that as a ok but popped his head out of the kitchen area to probably see why Sherlock actually said ok to the party.

I did a quick glance but quickly moved my eyes back to the board as Sherlock made a move, "Check." he said

I moved a piece and said, "Mate."

Sherlock sighed and started to restart to pieces on the board, "Wait Percy beat you." John asked coming out of the kitchen.

"We're tied." Sherlock said, "and don't you have food to be cooking."

Realization went on John's face along with panic as he quickly went back toward the kitchen.

I took a view seconds looking at the kitchen and said, "He does know he's making sandwiches right and not some oven or even stove sort of meal right?" I asked looking back at Sherlock.

"The mind is an interesting thing." He said as he moved his piece

I hummed in agreement and moved my piece while hitting the timer on the left of the board making it Sherlock's turn.

Sherlock clicked his tongue in a tisk as he moved a piece and hit the clock.

I frowned and made two calculated moves that Sherlock could do the get me checked, I covered one of the spots and hit the timer.

Sherlock moved to the open spot and I quickly calculated the risk of killing me queen to not get checked.

Then I saw another move I could do, I moved my king over one and as Sherlock moved the knight that had check before I killed it with my knight.

Sherlock grinned slightly in approval and in two moves I was about to beat him before John came back in announcing dinner.

One look at Sherlock and we quickly finished the game, me winning, and we ate our sandwiches in silence as John took out a scrabble board game, why they had it I had no idea, and we started to play.

"I hate scrabble." I muttered as John rearranged the letters I placed one more time.

"Why exactly is this difficult?" John wondered aloud.

"I would think it would be obvious, he has dyslexia, finding the letters and rearranging them are no problem it's just putting them together that is hard." Sherlock commented as it was his turn.

"We good play something else." John commented.

I shook my head, "Nah, it's ok. I can normally do this fine but I'm just tired and therefore I'm more disoriented and that can make my dyslexia worse." I said

"Then after this it's bedtime." John said sternly

"Not argueing there." I muttered and place more letters on the board.

After winning the scrabble game, with Sherlock accusing me of cheating and John lecturing Sherlock, I slipped into the bed I was using for the time being and let out a sigh as I was once again reminded that Bear or Clint wasn't here right now.

With that thought I slipped into a dreamless sleep.