Percabeth One-Shots

44. Welcome To Camp Half-Blood

It was raining, the night I died. It's strange, you never realize how much your life actually means to you until you are on the edge of it, staring into the void that could easily consume your entire being. I wish I had been in control at that moment. But that rarely happens. If I was, I would have run away from that void. As fast and as far as I could get before collapsing from exhaustion, then I would run again as soon as I woke up.

I wasn't alone, at least that's something. My friends were there. Well, when I say friends, I mean I had just met them that day, but they seemed like good people. They tried, gods they tried. But it wasn't enough. They didn't abandon me, they just couldn't save me. Luck of the draw, I guess.

She said they were heading home from a quest, whatever that meant, and that I should come with them. Of course I asked why, but the only response they seemed to know was "we'll explain on the way," and "your mom is a god." Again, whatever that meant.

There were three of them when I met them in the bar. One of them, a Latino, Leo I think was his name, was complaining to the bar keep because he "swore he was twenty one, he just forgot his ID and just got finished saving the world so the world owes him and his friends a glass of bubbly." The others shook their heads at him before sitting down and ordering food, forgoing the drinks.

The other boy, black hair and the most intense green eyes I've ever seen, Percy possibly, kept a close eye on the people sitting next to them, a group of men getting a little too tipsy. He kept one of his hands in his pocket, almost like he was ready to bring out a firearm if things got too hairy. I had a feeling he dealt with this kind before, I knew the look and had the scars to prove it.

The girl seemed to be in charge. She would push the blonde hair out of her face as she stared intently as a notebook and map, only taking bites of her food when Percy spoke to her. He motioned to the plate each time and she would pick at a fry or take a bit of a sandwich. Maybe her name was Annabeth.

I was sitting a few seats down from Leo, trying to talk the bartender into donating me a meal. Unsuccessfully, I might add. He hopped over to sit next to me and pulled a wad of crumpled bills from his tool belt and placed it on the counter, "Get her food, on me." he said, quickly taking back a golden coin that had somehow made its way into the wad of cash.

"Thanks," I returned. "But I can't pay you back."

"Sure you can." He smiled. I think I smiled back, but I'm not sure. He was charming, but I wasn't too interested in a married man.

"How," I began, hoping my glances at the wedding band on his finger clued him in.

He glanced down at it as well. "Oh." he said slowly, almost like he forgot it was there. He looked back up at me and smiled. "Not like that."

I raised an eyebrow at him. He was the first guy I meant that didn't was that kind of payment. "Then how?"

He held up his finger, telling me to wait for a moment. He hopped back over to the seat next to the blonde girl and placed a hand on the map. He said a few words that I couldn't hear and took the map and pen from her for a moment. Percy flashed him a grateful smile and took the notebook away, saying something else to the girl and motioning to the food again. She visibly sighed and started to grudgingly eat her food, until she seemed to realize her action and began to eat faster. Percy just smiled at her, amused.

Leo returned and placed the unfolded map infront of me. "I assume you know where we are?"

I nodded and pointed to a spot at the edge of a forest on the map. It must have been far outdated since the town didn't even appear, and the map was a view of the immediate area. not that I ever saw an updated map of the area in town. It wasn't a really "updated" kind of place.