DΣΜΙGΘD ΘΠΣ-SΗΘΤS, ΛU'S, ΛΠD SΗΘRTSTΘRΙΣS

Thalercico fluff - sibling love

Words: 2270

Pairings: None

Time: Post HoO

Percy was sitting on the couch with his mother in their apartment. Paul, Sally’s boyfriend, was on a school-trip with his class and wouldn’t be home in two days, so Percy and his mother had decided to make a mother-son movie night.

They were in the middle of watching Catching Fire, when the room suddenly darkened, and two people stumbled out of the shadows in the corner. Percy jumped up from the couch, nearly toppling over the bowl of blue popcorns, and caught the two teens before they fell face first on the floor or knocked over his mother’s favorite lamp.

It was first when Sally had helped him getting them over in the couch that Percy recognized them; the girl’s short, spiky hair, silver clothes and tiara, the boy’s black clothes, and his Stygian Iron sword at his waist. Seriously, who else would materialize from the shadows in Percy’s apartment?

“Thalia? Nico? What happened?” Percy asked his two cousins.

“Monster attack,” Thalia said through gritted teeth, wincing in pain.

“I’ll get the nectar,” Sally said and disappeared out of the living room.

Percy kneeled in front of his cousins and began to examine the two for wounds. He started with the unconscious Nico since he looked worst, ripping off his ruined jacket and t-shirt at the shoulder. He had a gaping wound in the shoulder, the spike still pierced into the skin – a spike filled with poison Percy only recognized too well.

“You fought the Manticore?” he asked disbelieving as he moved over to Thalia and began to look her through for wounds. Thalia only managed a weak nod. Percy helped her get off her jacket, and saw that a spike had grazed her side, not a very bad cut, but the poison was still spreading through her, into her heart.

Sally came with Percy’s emergency supplies, and started feeding Thalia some ambrosia. The wound slowly closed, but the poison kept spreading. Cursing, Percy looked up at his mother, but she could only shrug helplessly. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, already regretting what he was about to do.

“Mom, could you help Thalia down on the floor? I need them to lie down, their wounds up,” he said, and together they got Thalia down, groaning in pain.

“Sorry Thals, but if I shall help, I need to cut the wound up again…” She just nodded, her blue eyes shut.

“Mom, do we have anything to lessen the pain?” Percy asked.

“I’ll check,” she answered and disappeared again. Percy turned his attention back to Nico on the couch. He would have to pull out the spike, and they didn’t have any time for pain-lessening drugs – his shoulder and arm were already turning green from the poison. Biting his lip, Percy took a firm grip in the spike with one hand, the other holding a towel around it to catch the blood. He took a deep breath and pulled.

Even though he was unconscious, Nico groaned in pain as the spike was removed from his shoulder, and blood started gushing out of the wound.

After placing the bloodied spike on another towel on the coffee table, Percy let his hand hoover over the wound, closed his eyes, and concentrated, reaching out with his mind like he did when he tried to find nearby water. He felt a tug in his gut, and felt the poison flowing under his hand in Nico’s veins.

It was a power he’d discovered in… Tartarus, when Akhlys, the goddess of Misery, had attacked Annabeth and him with poison. He’d ended up nearly choking her, only held back by Annabeth. After Akhlys had run away, Annabeth had made Percy promise never to use these powers again, but seeing both of his cousins lying for Death’s door, Percy needed to make an exception. He just hoped that Annabeth would understand.