Percy Jackson One Shots

From a Mother

The stormy night had me saying every curse I could think of inside my head. 

I knew this was going to happen, but I tried so hard to prevent it. Marrying that pig, doing evey bit of research I could. . . And it still came. The time I had to say goodbye. And once they figured out his father. . . I held back the tears, I couldn't let him see me cry, not right now. 

But he was always so good at reading people, their emotions, what they were thinking, what they were about to do. That would help keep him alive. . . Gods, he needs help to stay alive. My baby boy. . .

When our car got ran off the road by lightning I knew I wasn't going to make it. I tried so hard to get him to just run, but he wouldn't. A fire filled his beautiful green eyes, so much like his father. I knew that fire would get him far, but into so much trouble. 

Next came when we had seperate and I took the Satyr, and told him to run. The bull bore down on him and I watched as he sidestepped. I saw the terror in his eyes the whole time. But he didn't panic, because as much as I wanted to be strong for him, he felt just the same for me. My sweet, sweet son. 

Then I placed Grover down and tried to sidestep, but the bull caught me anyways. I felt the crushing pain but maganged to tell my son one last time, "Go!". And as I felt myself disappear I saw the look in his eyes change. 

And I felt sorry for that bull.

His face morphed from terror to pure rage. He was so young but that look. . . It was much older. It was the look of a hurricane, an angry sea. Powerful, raging, terrifying. 

I saw that same look on his face when I flinched at Gabe. 

I haven't seen it any more, but I know that others have. 

Percy doesn't let me see the side of him I know is there. He doesn't let me see the rage, the terrorizing power he has. When he's at home he doesn't use his powers, at least not when I'm there. He doesn't mess with Riptide, though I know for a fact that the pen isn't far from him at any point. 

After the battle of the laybrith, there was a weight on his shoulders, that just wasn't there before. He had seen people die, Zoe and Bianca, I only learned about those through Annabeth, and he had killed plenty of monsters. But that was the first time he had seen a battle, the first time the war really felt real. 

Percy had come home, he had a smile wide on his face but his eyes betrayed him. They tossed like the ocean during a storm. I had asked Annabeth, after quite a bit of prying I had learned exactly what happened. That's why when I walked into his room one night, and saw him sitting on the edge of his bed, crying with his arms on his knees and head hung low, I walked in and wrapped my arms around him. 

Percy let me, I knew he was mad at himself for needed me to comfort him, he had so many responabilties on his shoulders, and he felt that he could never do them if he couldn't even handle a battle, that they hadn't even lost many people in. But I knew better. Percy was, always was a sentive person. If he could take the pain for everyone one in the world he would. If he could fight this war by himself and not put anyone at risk he would. But he couldn't and that hurt him. 

Then came the final battle. And I saw how he clung to Rachel, the only person in his life that let him know what it was like to be a normal teen. He never liked her like that, Rachel like him but Annabeth was the only one for Percy, but she let him know that there wasn't just his crazy world to live with. So he clung on to that, he didn't mean to hurt Annabeth by doing so, but I could tell that Annabeth did hurt from it.

Then I saw the blue light from Olympus after giving Percy premisson to do what he had to. And I got so happy, but then I woke up. 

Once again I saw the terror on my son's face. 

Then Chiron got hurt, and I saw the rage in his eyes. It wasn't the explosive kind like I'd seen before. This was icy. It was eternal, and that hurt. That my son had seen so much that that kind of rage lived in him. 

Finally it was done. 

He was okay again. 

He had Annabeth, they had each other. It was good. 

Then he dissapeared. And my world crumbled. 

Then we found Jason, and I had hope. I didn't know what was happening but I knew Percy was okay. Where ever he was, he was alive and ok. Then Annabeth told me about the Roman camp, and I cried tears of joy, and we held each other while we let some relief flood us. Because we knew Percy, he could do anything. 

A call from Percy, he was in Alaska and he was remembering himself. I broke down crying, again.

I heard about the last fight. 

I heard about the trip.

I didn't know excatly what happened. All I knew was that my children had broken eyes. 

Percy still made jokes, he still was Percy but. . . I saw when he changed his shirt sometimes if he left the door open. I saw the scars that littered his back. I saw the same scars on Annabeth. Whenever they would wear short sleeves. 

And before they both loved each other and wanted to spend every moment together. 

Now. . . They went beyond love, and they needed to be together. Annabeth started sleeping over more and more, if they weren't together at night, neither of them slept, if they even fell asleep they would wake up tossing and turning.

So from a mother.

Love your children and be there for them. Because I will always be there for all of my children. When all my kids are over and they can all hang out and be regular teens, that's when they're happiest. When Thalia can take the weekend off from the hunt, Jason has some spare time, Frank and Reyna take a leave for a few days, and Piper, Hazel, and Nico can get away from camp. Those are their best days.

From a mother,
Sally Blofis.