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 Why Poseidon decided to give me something so intoxicating, I'm not really sure. I assumed it was because he was a god, and it affected him in an entirely different way. Or he simply didn't understand what a hangover was. All I knew was that he had good intentions, despite being careless with the symptoms of such a depressant.
Annabeth held me around the waist as we walked over to the funeral ceremony. She already finished chastising me after waking up and catching me in the act.
"I can't believe Poseidon gave you that," she said, like it was a curse word. "And the day before your mother's funeral."
I stumbled a bit as the world spun around me. Annabeth had to hold me up so I didn't fall.
"I-I agree," I slurred, finding it hard just to sputter out the two words.
At first, the drink made me lightheaded and relaxed. A good, sedated influx that banished my emotions for some time.
I didn't know if it was worth what I experienced now. One minute my head was pounding and the next it's spinning. I wasn't necessarily saddened at the given time, but I could detect anger growing beneath the surface. At every nitpicky little thing I could think of.
About halfway there, Leo and Jason diminished the distance and gave us there condolences.
"Percy, you look terrible," Leo blurted out.
Jason slapped him on the shoulder and scowled.
I laughed for the first time in a while, finding humor in the insult.
"He's had a bit too much to drink," Annabeth told them, then muttered something about boys under her breath.
"As in, he's drunk?" Leo gasped. "Percy Jackson is drunk!"
"Leo, the whole world doesn't have to know," Annabeth hissed.
Jason seemed a bit shocked by the news as well. "How did you get alcohol?"
"Poseidon," I responded, leaning over to the right.
"There have been days when I've really wanted to try some," Jason admitted, looking curious still.
Annabeth rolled her eyes at the three of us, and made sure to display her distaste before we started again.
The closer we got to Sally Jackson's altar, the more I was reminded of her death. I had an urge to turn back and run even if I physically couldn't. The reality of it all couldn't stop berating me with every step I took.
"I told Chiron what you told me. That Sally wanted to be cremated. This is just a complimentary service so he can give you her ashes after," Annabeth whispered with a grim voice, failing to give me eye contact.
If it wasn't my own mother being burned, I would've had a curiosity for how cremating someone was done. Of course, the thought of it now just made my stomach turn.
