Fatal Flaw (a Percy Jackson AU)

Fire and Wind

Piper
    My dreams were filled with my dad, except he was the dad I always wanted. He paid attention to me, adored me, and loved me. We were surfing on the sunlit beaches of California.
The day was breezy and slightly overcast. It wasn't too cold or hot; the weather was perfect. We rode the waves on our surfboards. My dad taught me a few tricks. I wasn't the best at surfing, but I didn't care. I was spending time with my dad.
After surfing for a couple hours, we ate lunch. I bit into a peanut butter and jelly sandwich while he ate an avocado and tofu one. We talked, joked, and laughed. It was the best day of my life.
I woke up to the sound on Dionysus banging pots and screeching. "Wake up, wake up sleepyheads," he sang off-key. "It's a beautiful day!"
I wanted to cover my ears from his loud and obnoxious voice, but I knew that I needed to get up. I yawned while I stretched to loosen my stiff muscles. Then, I woke up, grabbed some clothes, and changed in the bathroom. I brushed my hair and put on some moisturizer. Finally, I braided my choppy, brown hair with some fake eagle feathers.
      I walked down the hall to the amphitheater. I was in a curious mood. My dream had been bittersweet and that was how I was feeling. I didn't know whether to be sad that my dad wasn't like in my dream or happy that I was going to see Jason.
   For breakfast I heaped my plate with fruit, a whole-wheat bagel topped with cream cheese, and an edamame salad, I sat down at the table nearest to the window across from Jason. He was munching on some granola and toast.
   "Hi," he said while I sat down. "Do you know what we will do today?"
   I shrugged and tried to act nonchalant at the fact that he was talking to me. "Maybe we'll do something with Coach Hedge," I suggested. "We haven't done anything with him for a few days."
   "That's because he's a father now," Grover chipped in. He had been walking around the room. "He and his wife, Mellie, decided to name their son Chuck."
   "Chuck?" exclaimed Percy who had been listening in.
   "You know how he's obsessed with Chuck Norris," Annabeth said.
   She grabbed his hand and blushed. I knew something was going on because Percy looked like a tomato and was stuttering a lot now. I smirked slightly. I hoped Annabeth was happy; she deserved for something good to happen to her.
    I turned back to Jason who was now nibbling his toast. Suddenly, one of the nurses, Dylan, swaggered over to me with his blinding white smile. He looked arrogant like always and had an expression in his face like he felt he was the gods' gift to thieving girls everywhere.
   "Wassup, Piper?" Dylan asked me.
    I sighed and looked at Jason who looked like he had been hit by a brick. "Can you please leave me alone, Dylan?" I asked in an exasperated tone.
   "But Pipes," he whined. "You don't want to talk?"
   He was chewing his gum loudly and spinning his plum-colored Fedora with one hand. He gave me another of his blinding smiles that drove me insane. Why couldn't he leave me alone? "Hey Dylan!" I said. "Your hair is messed up."
   Dylan ran to the bathroom. His hair was always overly-gelled and styled. I rolled my eyes and gave Jason a wide grin. "He never leaves you alone does he?" Jason asked. I nodded in affirmation. "It must be hard being so beautiful."
    My heart was skipping at his compliment, but I tried to act calm. I laid my hand over his and smiled. Today was going better than I thought it would.
Rachel
    "Be quiet," Dr. Chiron said out loud. Once the room became silent, he continued. "Today, you guys are going to paint to express and let out your feelings."
   Percy and Jason looked excited while Drew looked bored. Annabeth perked up and Piper and Jason were too busy staring at each other to really pay attention. "The paint and supplies can be found up here," Dr. Chiron said. "We will pass out the canvases. Clean up your supplies when you are done and get fresh water when you need it at the sink."
    I walked over to the table where the supplies and pain were located. I picked out several hues of different colors and shades. I picked out a large, fluffy brush, a fan brush, a small brush, and an angled brush. I sat down at started painting.
   My hands seemed to move with a life of their own. They moved nimbly and splattered several hues onto the canvas. The colors blended together to form a picture. It was only when My hands stopped painting did she see her masterpiece.
   I looked up at it and stifled a gasp. I saw a tall, blonde boy, around Thalia's age with a jagged scar running down one side of his face. His eyes were staring intently at her as if he could read her soul, but what really scared her was the expression on his face. His features were contorted to reveal a mask of hatred.
   I heard a gasp behind me and whipped around to see Thalia looking at my painting with udder shock. "L-Luke," she stuttered. "How did you know him? His scar is there from when another homeless guy and he fought over a Happy Meal." Thalia stopped rambling suddenly and looked straight into my eyes. "How do you know about him? How?"
   I looked at her dully and shrugged. "I don't know," I said. "I honestly don't know."