The Bonds of Unity || A Percy Jackson Divergent crossover

Repercussions

Percy didn't sleep that night. After making sure Tris would live and (reluctantly) taking Drew's unconscious body to the hospital, he returned to the dormitory at four-thirty in the morning.

Everyone appeared to be sleeping, but as he moved inside, he saw a large face with broken brown eyes staring off into nothingness.

Without a word, Percy stalked up to him, seething with rage, and drove his fist into Al's already beaten face before Al could react.

Al let out a strangled gasp and pushed his covers off, clambering backwards and nearly falling into Tris's empty bed next to his. "What the hell, Perce?"

Percy leapt over the bed and brought his fist to Al's jaw, grabbing his shirt. "Don't call me Perce," he growled. "What the HELL were you thinking?"

At this point, all the initiates were awake.

"Get the lights!" The room was immediately illuminated.

"Percy!" Annabeth scolded.

Percy ignored them, holding Al's shirt tighter still. "You're pathetic," he snarled. "How could you? How could you betray Tris like that?"

Al, still recovering from the punch, didn't respond, blood leaking from the corners of his mouth. In his peripheral vision, Percy saw Peter slip out of the dormitory, but he didn't care. He'd deal with Peter later.

"What do you mean?" Christina asked sharply as she stepped closer. "Where's Tris?"

Al put his hands over his face to block another punch, but Percy was done for the moment. The rage still built up in him uncontrollably, but he released his grip on Al's shirt and set his arms down. Blood speckled his knuckles.

"I'm sorry," Al whispered.

Percy laughed out loud. "Sorry?" He repeated with wild incredulousness. "Sorry? YOU NEARLY KILLED TRIS."

His sudden roar made everyone jump. Molly was smirking over by the door. Thalia was staring at Al with daggers in her eyes. Percy drew in one more long breath then turned on his heel to find Peter, but Annabeth grabbed his arm.

"Percy," she warned. Al, still covering his face, ran out the room. Percy made no move to stop him, he only watched Al's long, retreating shadow vanish along the rough stone walls of the hallway.

"I'm going to the bathroom," Percy said stiffly. He glanced at Annabeth before stalking out the door.

Al was leaning his hands against the sink, staring into the mirror. He flinched when Percy walked in but he didn't move. Percy didn't look at him.

He stepped into the showers and turned the water on, fully clothed, standing as the water trickled in his face. It felt cold and dry as it beaded on his clothes, and Percy closed his eye and stood in the cold stream for a moment, letting Al's blood speckles wash from his hands in a pink stain. The eye Peter stabbed throbbed painfully against its patch.

When he left, Al hadn't moved.

He entered the dining hall and found a seat by Will, Christina, and the demigods. As soon as he reached for a blueberry muffin, Christina turned to him and demanded, "where is Tris?"

"She's safe," Percy assured her.

Christina clenched her fists. "You can't just beat up Al, yelling about how he killed Tris, then say 'she's safe!'"

"What happened?" Will asked in a more controlled voice that was laced in urgency.

At that moment, the door swung open, and Tris entered. Nico looked up and swallowed his toast.