PJO One Shots

Poison~ Percabeth

Percy didn't use his powers much anymore.

After being there his powers didn't feel the same. He was used to the tug in his gut and the sweet and salty taste of the ocean when he used the water. Not the bitter taste and the gut wrenching pain in his stomach as he used the water now. Being in the water still felt safe and healing in the water was as easy as ever.

It was like he broke some godly code or something. He was sure you weren't supposed to use the power to control body fluids and poisons but rather use it to your fighting advantage.

There was the feeling of darkness in his soul from it now and somehow he couldn't quite fathom how some of the previous children of Poseidon hadn't gone bad from it.

They didn't almost drown the goddess of misery in her own poison and tears though either.

The monsters had also changed too. They didn't really try to kill him anymore, they knew that taunting him about this new found power was enough to make him snap and kill them.

He couldn't help but feel like a monster after that place. Annabeth was hesitant to even hold hands with him never mind kiss him after this. She loved him and he loved her back. They loved each other dearly but it felt like Tartarus was stuck in between them.

Weekly, Annabeth went to this demigod support group that talks about whats happened and why they are depressed. Well they had just survived a war almost everyone was depressed.

The group was formed by Chiron who thought that if maybe demigods talked to each other more and trusted each other more we would become more in sinc. It was great logic but it was hard when the Camp Half-blood ' leader ' wasn't even in the group. Reyna had even reluctantly joined the group so had the other nine except him.

Annabeth says she tells them some details of Tartarus because she says it really helps to get that stuff off her chest. To join the group you had to swear on the river Styx that nothing said doesn't leave the room. He had already personally sworn the promise on the river Styx. He just hasn't gone to any of the meetings yet.

Small arms wrapped themselves around his stomach, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"You've been like this a lot lately." Annabeth hummed barring her face into his back. He smiled, he loved whenever his wise girl was like this. Just content.

"Just thinking" Percy replied.

"What's bothering you? It seems like something's bothering you lately." Annabeth muttered through his back muscles.

He sighed the deep melancholic sadness seeping through his bones. He'd been sluggish and more than usual tired as of lately. The monsters and the nightmares were finally getting to him.

"There" He whispered. Tartarus was getting to all of them lately, especially Nico. Nico had Will Solace to help him and he had Annabeth but It wasn't the same.

It just wasn't.

"I think it's getting to all of us." She said quietly and was met with silence on his end. In his mind he knows it was getting to all of the nine and all of us were effected by this horrible development.

"Come to group with me today I really think it could help you but you don't have to say anything for this session". Annabeth offered, shifting herself so he was hugging her regularly now. His face muzzled in her curly blonde hair that always smelled of strawberry shampoo and lemons. "If you do say something we'll all listen".

Percy closed his eyes briefly and sighed again, deeper this time and his chest tightened. A tooth caught his lip and forehead wrinkled as he debated. It could potentially help him but it could turn against him just as fast. They were his friends and he knew they would help him with their dying breath. But what would they do if they knew what he'd done in Tartarus and how it still haunts him?