Percy Jackson Oneshots

Chapter 29: Oil spills

To start with, this is super ooc. Like REALLY REALLY REALLY.

Poseidon didn't know when he started to feel sick. Was it a gradual thing or did he just put it off? He couldn't really place where the sickness was.

The moment when he woke up his gut churned but he shrugged it off. Maybe he was a bit sluggish but did that really matter?

Possibly, since there was a meeting between the gods and their children. He would love to see his son again.

Instead of flashing there Poseidon decided "why not walk" and did exactly that. No one spared him a glance as he made his way out of the ocean and down to the Empire State Building.
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The guy who sat there though almost had a heart attack. He felt slightly bad knowing that it was his fault.

Maybe he would get him a goldfish.

Poseidon bobbed his head lightly to the music that played but stopped almost immediately cause it made him dizzy and the elevator was starting to feel a little tight.

Maybe they could find a way to make it bigger? The walls were way to close and space seemed to be closing in on him.
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He suddenly remembered why he didn't often walk to Olympus. The elevator made him feel even sicker but he pushed it off once again. He felt a slight pressure in his head and a pit in his stomach but the elevator stopped and he had to get off and had no more time to think about it.

He made his way silently to his thrown and watched everyone argue with each other. He felt way out of it. He would usually joke or tease Athena but that seemed like way to much trouble.

From the corner of his eye, he saw his older brother look at him in concern. Poseidon's face flushed pink with embarrassment before sitting up straight and fiddling with his fingers.

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As demigods trickled in, Poseidon wondered if he was dying. He felt sweaty and gross. This didn't happen to gods often so he had no idea what he was supposed to do.

He would ask Apollo after the meeting was over. He scanned the small number of demigods for his son's face. That would make him feel better. His face immediately fell when he noticed that he wasn't there and looked at his son's girlfriend in question.

"Um..." he started uncertainly and felt his face warm when everyone stopped and looked at him, "where's Percy?" His voice was horse and scratchy but he didn't know why.

He coughed to clear his throat but it didn't work and he continued to fiddle with his fingers while looking down once again.

"Sorry, Lord Poseidon. Percy was feeling strangely sick." Annabeth sounded worried and Poseidon would be lying if he said he wasn't.

The feeling of the pit in his stomach increased and his vision swam. He blinked confused and next thing he knew Apollo was kneeling beside him.
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His face contorted to confusion and he could practically hear Hestia awing at him.

"What?" He asked and Apollo didn't say anything but prod and poke him. He was about to protest but a wet cold towel was pressed firmly on his forehead. Immediately he leaned into the hand in order to put more pressure on his forehead.

When he realized what he did he leaned back with a read face and started at the person that was holding that towel to his head. His older brother.

That made everything even more embarrassing.

"Stop~" He whined loudly and shuffled away from everybody. The space around him was closing up and that made it harder to breathe. "What are you guys doing?"