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 "Come here to gloat?" Will asked sourly, twisting a piece of pine straw between his fingers.
I'd found him sitting on a rock in the woods, talking to no one in particular. His cheeks were red from anger and he didn't seem to be in the talking mood.
Not that I would ever let that stop me.
"I need to ask you something," I responded, keeping a respectable distance away from him.
"So what, you can pin me to a tree like last time?" Will spoke bitterly, looking away from my face and towards the ground.
"I guess if it comes to that, I'll be more than happy to," I said coolly, pressing down any small figment of sympathy I held for him.
Will knew I wasn't lying, and his face went pale in remembrance of that day.
"What do you wanna know?" he relented, throwing the pine straw to the ground.
"In the infirmary, you were talking about someone who made a promise to you," I begin, seeing the dread settle on Will's face at my words. He seemed to know exactly where this was going and didn't know how to handle it smoothly.
"I-It's not important," He muttered.
"Don't lie," I hissed. "I've had my suspicions about you before. I thought I might've been overreacting, but it seems I knew all along."
Will met my eyes and I noticed the dark circles on the tops of his cheeks. When was the last time he slept?
"You're working for someone," I guessed, trying to get a reaction out of him. Of all the years we'd known each other, I had figured what Will struggled with most. Hiding his emotions and lying.
Annabeth taught me ways to detect if someone was being untruthful. According to her, sure signs of a liar is fidgeting, failure to have eye contact, and indifferent body languages such as shrugging.
Will widened his eyes and turned his face away, breaking eye contact. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Solace, you're a terrible liar," I quipped, quite amused. The emotion was short lived because I began showing him the wolf glare Lupa taught me years ago.
"Who are you working for?" I asked coldly, breaking the distance between us.
"The better question is, who was I working for?" Will said, taking me aback.
He stood up slowly, unfazed by my presence no longer. It was like a strong emotion had taken him over, just as the wind picked up and rain started to fall.
Was it confidence or arrogance that Will was displaying?
"Zeus came to me a couple of months back, after Nico went missing," he explained, facing me without any signs of fear. "He promised that if I did a couple of favors for him, he would get Nico back unscathed."
