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GROVER'S POV
When we caught our breath, I offered the idea of sleeping under the protective tree. Percy happily agreed with my plan. We were a few miles away from Camp so it was pointless walking all the way back -- retracing our steps -- just to have a bed to sleep on.
I decided that we were to sleep in shifts just to make it safer for the both of us. I offered to take first shift to let Percu get some shut-eye. Plus I had to think. Did I hug Percy because I'm his protector? That was the real reason -- right? My feelings had been so jumbled it didn't help that Percy had fallen asleep in my lap.
I played with his hair while he slept. He looked so at peace when he was asleep. Completely different from when he was awake. I had to remind myself Percy was only a teen and shouldn't have to be dealing with all these monsters and myths junk. This was his life now, which really stunk.
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PERCY'S POV
It was one of the most horrible nightmares I could ever remember having. I was facing the Lernaean Hydra again. Only this time I was facing it alone. The monster screeched and reached one of its many heads to attack me. I remembered seeing this monster in the Hercules cartoon movie as a kid. Did my mom show me that movie for a reason?
The monster scratched at my arms and legs. I closed my eyes, which had begun to grow pretty damp. When I opened my eyes again Grover was hugging me tightly. And he didn't let go.
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FanfictionGrover, protectionist. Percy, in need of protection. When Percy is thrown into camp half-blood, his best friend, Grover is ultra-protective of him. Was it just his job, or was it something more? (Art Not Mine)
