A PJO/MR Crossover (Sidenote: I wrote this story when I was 16. It is kind of cringey and cliche, so read at your own risk)
During a date with Annabeth after the Giant War, mysterious men kidnap Percy Jackson. Injured and near death, the two are ca...
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Percy POV The next couple of weeks were mostly uneventful, save for the drama around Annabeth, Raven, and I.
My shoulder had fully healed, a positive out of the many negatives happening to me lately. The only physicality I had was a sharp throbbing in my hands. It had began after punching Will Solace, as a small pain that I easily disregarded. Only now, it was steadily becoming something more severe.
Despite that, Annabeth still wasn't talking to me. Instead, she hung out with Piper and Hazel plenty, doing gods knows what. I missed spending time with her, and sleeping alongside each other at night. We needed one another, and it hurt to know Annabeth might be forgetting that. Ever since Tartarus, this was the first time either of us purposefully separated ourselves from the other.
"Hey, Perce," Jason greeted me. He wore an orange t-shirt with jeans and light armor against his chest. The sword of his choice rested in his right hand, gleaming in the sun.
"Hey," I forced a smile, flourishing Riptide casually. "What's up?"
Jason Grace and a few others were still on speaking terms with me, despite the taboo of doing so. For a couple of days, the son of Jupiter and I have been training with each other in attempts to decompress. Apparently, my relationship with Annabeth wasn't the only thing in jeopardy, because Jason and Piper weren't talking either.
He didn't give much detail, other than that of two words. It's complicated.
"If I said 'nothing much', would you believe me?" He answered.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Touché."
Our spar session lasted until both of us were completely drained of energy. We had a conversation amidst the fight, conversing over past events and ranting. Talking to Jason Grace about my problems never seemed like a possibility.
I guess things have a way of surprising you.
I ducked at his upward slash, blocking the kick directed at my face. While he prepared for another attack, I took it as an opportunity to go on the offensive. I sweeped Riptide upwards, forcing Jason to defend his midsection. Our swords clanked together, a loud noise that attracted some attention.
"Is that all you've got?" Jason teased, sidestepping another one of my attacks.
"I'm only warming up," I grunted, jumping away from a roundhouse kick meant for my face.
He had a Roman fighting style, which was a more ordered way to fight. Pulling up an attack was easy for Jason, but staying with it was not his go to. In doing this, I had to always turn to the offensive, which could also be vulnerable. That's why it was difficult against Jason, because it took lots of work to force him into an ongoing attack for long periods of time.
I pulled up, sliding sideways before hitting the hilt of my blade on his knee.
In unison, I felt a heavy palpitation in both of my hands, as if they were on fire. Like I said earlier, this had been happening for some time now, only never this badly. The familiar throbbing intensified, causing my hands to shake furiously.
