The New Trojan War| A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

Chapter 6

Hermes's Villa

Hermes's POV

I groaned and ran a hand through my hair, sighing. I smiled weakly, cupping Apollo's cheek, rubbing my thumb soothingly. Oh, Apollo... What's wrong with you?

All the memories of my time with Apollo came rushing back; the time when he'd caught me after I stole his cows and took me to Father, threatening to blast me to Tartarus, when I gave him the lyre and aulos, all the times we had competed in racing and various Olympic games, all the times I played pranks on him and he tried to get back, us laughing together at Ares's stupidity, Us partying with Dionysus and me getting drunk off my ass, our first time together, when we wound up on opposite sides in Troy and had that huge fight that ruined everything.....

I sighed and buried my face in my hands, the memories overwhelming. I cursed myself, it was all my fault. I should have known to not bruise Apollo's pride. I should have known to not fight him. But I did. And I ruined it. I ruined our relationship. It took eons for us to even become friends again. Tears were streaming down my face. I hiccupped, hugging a pillow, burying my face into it. Why did I have to be so stupid? I mess everything up. Apollo, Pan, May and Luke... And all of my kids hate me. 

I'm such a lousy excuse for a god. Worthless. I'm only here to serve.....

Apollo shifted and groaned. I quickly wiped my tears away and dabbed the wet washcloth on his forehead. I took some nectar and poured some into his mouth, frowning concerned. I brushed my curly black hair out of my face. I hated my appearance. It reminded me of... what had.. what had happened..

Don't think about that Hermes, you'll get lost in bad memories, and that's the last thing you need with Apollo sick. I chastised myself, wiping my wet eyes, taking shaky trembling breaths.

It hurt. It hurt so bad to be with someone you loved to bits, and not be able to be with them. Knowing that you had a chance. Knowing that you blew your chance, and now you're alone because of your mistakes. Knowing that they'll never love you back.

I tried to focus, tried to do something. But what could I do? Sit here and cry? I had canceled all of my work, if I pick up even a little bit then Iris will dump it all on me and then I'll be stuck with a sick Apollo and an ass load of work. And I wasn't a healer, yet for some reason I was stuck with Apollo. I hoped this wasn't Artemis trying to get us back together. I'd blown enough chances without her help.

I sighed, feeling guilty, wiping my tears. It seemed that all he'd done lately was cry. May, Pan, Luke, all of my poor, poor children that had been lost in the wars and I hadn't been able to help because Zeus had a damn lightning bolt stuck up his ass. What made me even more guilty is I had cried more at poor Apollo's fate after the Giant War than I had cried for any of my children, or even May.

I slumped tiredly, tears still leaking out of my eyes. I yawned. Gods didn't sleep. Gods didn't need sleep. I didn't need sleep. But I was tired. Physically and emotionally and spiritually and just.. Tired. In general. Before I knew it, my eyes were fluttering closed and my head was hitting the pillow and I was asleep.

---POV Change---

Hermes and Apollo were both unconscious, sleeping on the same bed. Apollo was sprawled out, taking up most of the bed. He shifted and turned over to the sleeping Hermes, who was curled up, trying to take as little space as possible. Apollo, sensing a heat source, cuddled closer to it and wrapped his arms around it, unaware that the "heat source" was Hermes. He snuggled into Hermes and spooned the sleeping brunet, nuzzling Hermes's neck. Hermes relaxed in his sleep and melted into the snuggled and leaned into it, purring.