Scattered, and Shattered

One Reason

Nico sat up with that stupid perfect grace and ran a hand through his messy black hair his dark round eyes still tauntingly on me, who would of guessed, ten years later and we still want to kill each other.

"You remind me of Ryan Reynolds." I blurted out and everyone began busted out laughing, but I kept my steady gaze on the Son of Hades, Ghost King, what ever you wish to call him. Last time I let him get close to me I almost died, literally, and it was his blade that drew the blood that caused it from his hand. "Annoying and looks funny," I finished and anger washed over Nico's face but as he went to stand he collapsed as he did I saw multiple back muscles spazzing, and some not even working.

Keefe muttered curses and he knelt next to him Dex following and saying something about a flasher.

Spinning on my heel I walked out snatching my blade on the way out I tugged the chains back on and they instantly morphed back into leather straps when they were snug on my skin. Jumping into the 'hull' of the plane I made my way over to the exit and scurried down Dex's make shift staircase and walked to the back of the hanger pushing open the heavy door I let it shut with a 'bang' and walked down the streets tugging my black-grey ash covered hood over my hair keeping my head down and hands in my pockets.

Thunder boomed above and freezing rain pored down on me but I kept walking my boots splashing up water as they connected with puddles of pooling water I let the rain drench me through my heavy cloak, I let it soak into my pours and wash the ash from my coat and I made it to a park. I sat on the soaked green bench and stared at the gray sky.

Looking up I saw the clear lapping water, it was swishing, calling, begging for me to just sink into it.

Standing I walked through the mud staining my black boots and I dipped my boots into the rushing water. I lapped up to my calves and I was calling for me, even stronger, promising to whisk away the ache the formed in my chest, and while I was feeling lonely in the pouring rain I jumped into the river, I let the cold water soak my body and drag me down.

It was cold but welcoming, the feeling of it over my bones and blocking the outside noises of the loud Russian city as I floated in its rushing waters. Then I felt my eyes shoots open, I looked around, I wasn't moving. I stayed in the same place in the river's fast waters. Also I felt as if I could draw a little bit of oxygen if I focused hard enough.

Lowering myself to the bed of the river I laid back against the sand running my fingers through it trying to become one with the water as much as possible as I thought of one person, the one person I enhanced last.

Percy Jackson.

How he could bend, summon, and control water just at a simple thought. Breath it like it was oxygen and speak to the animals as if they were friends. It was amazing what he could do just because of heritage, his love for Annabeth was other worldly and how he would summon the seven seas to bring her back. Hell, he would summon every waters within his control and give up everything for her, it was beautiful, their love. Though Kemlin shattered it like glass.

More powerful thoughts of Percy flooded my photographic head and I could have sword I felt the water bending around me. Wrapping around my body like a cocoon and keeping its strong embrace on me until I was freed.

I let it. Laying my head back on the sand my blond hair no doubt pooling around me, I could Percy's sea green eyes behind my closed lids as I felt the water kiss over my skin, taking the sting from my burns I got from the explosion and Nico's mind.

Percy, I need to see if he is alright, if Nico is alive Percy must be to, he had to have fallen into a pool of water, even a bird bath would have saved him.

Reaching out my conscious I searched for his hyper-active thoughts, looking for anywhere in the world. When nothing came up I pushed it out further calling for him, begging him to answer it, I need to hear his voice, need to make sure he was ok. After a moment warmth flooded my mind, and I followed it, running after it and I exploded into his hyper active mind, so many thoughts.

But one thing I focused on, thoughts of him tied to a chair a tall sparkly man with cat eyes giving him a wolfish smile. My primal instincts flared and I lunged forward grabbing Percy's conscious and ripping it to the darkness that would be a lot better than whatever that man planned on doing. Then I did something stupid.

I disguised myself as Annabeth and pulled him to the Library of Alexandria, his eyes landed on me and filled with so much joy and pride I knew I had to roll with whatever I just did. So I dug deeper into his mind, and my mental health choked from the strain and I picked out one memory, one fresh, but I was confused because when I searched his mind before i saw nothing like this. Though it wasn't like when I discover a new memory as Washer buried, no, this was fresh and glowing with information, as if it knew who I was and knew who I was pretending to be and knew this was the information he needed. Quickly flipping through the memory I took a deep breath.

"Perce," I breathed from Annabeth's lips as I pretend to be his fiance.