Fallen - Fem. Percy and Young Justice Crossover

Running

Percy:

I woke up in a heck of a lot of pain. I later found out that I had been asleep for a few days, so I was a little blurry-eyed when I woke up. When I sat up, I could immediately tell that it was the infirmary at camp. There was a person with blond hair hovering over me and I, in my muddled state, assumed it was Annabeth.

"Wise Girl?" I mumbled "But, you - you -"

"What did you say, Perce?" Will frowned. So, I was too quiet for him to hear me. That's good. He'd probably get all 'mother hen' on me. I hate mother hen mode.

"Nothing, Will. Forget it." I nearly growled that. What? I just lost my Wise Girl and the rest of the Seven, I'm allowed to be grumpy.

I started to swing my legs off the bed, but Will pushed me firmly down.

"You took some really bad hits back there, Percy; you need to stay in bed. No physical activity for a couple of days. Stay here. I will be monitoring you. In the meantime, eat this." He handed me a broken-off piece of ambrosia.

I took it and savoured it, loving the warm blue chocolate chip cookie taste that was coursing through my veins. Then I remembered my mother. I really should tell that I'm alive. Like, really should. I opened my mouth and started voicing these 'concerns' of mine.

"No, Percy. Chiron has already contacted your mother. Everything will be just fine. Now, stay in that gods dammed bed. Doctor's orders."

How could everything be fine when so many were dead? When my Wise Girl was dead. I started arguing some more, but then a voice piped up near the foot of my bed, where I hadn't seen the cute fuzzy ball of death that was my cousin.

"He's right, you know. You really should stay in bed. We have everything sorted out with Sally and Paul." Nico said in a slightly bored tone.

"I suppose you're right..." I sulked. I really did not agree, but I was even more not in the mood for arguing anymore.

I sighed, laying down. I had to admit, the war did take a lot out of me. Physically and mentally. Did I care? No. Not one bit. Did other people care? Unfortunately for me, they did. Honestly, I can't see why. Nico was right, all those years ago. He blamed me for his sister's death. It was my fault. And now here I am. I survived the war, while his only other sister died. Again. The others died too. The Seven. That was because of me, as I was their leader. Many of the Hunters and Amazons. I needed a way to get the statue - that blasted statue - back to camp. And they managed that. By paying the ultimate sacrifice.

One tear fell down my face, followed by another. And another. And another. Before too long, I was full-on silently sobbing.

The Australian Time Skip.

It was a few days until Will would finally let me out of the infirmary. I was glad that he had agreed to let me leave after weeks of negotiations. He was such a mother hen! Gods, I hate mother hens. Can't they just leave me alone? There are so many other wounded demigods - go help them not me. I don't need it. They do.

Glancing around, I quietly made my way from the infirmary to the familiar sight of Cabin 3. I couldn't stay. Not anymore. Camp Half-Blood has way too many bad memories here, and I suspect Camp Jupiter will have far too many as well, so I won't be going there. Even though Reyna will have to find a new praetor, because of Frank's untimely death.

No Percy. Bad Percy. Don't think about them. Not now, when you are trying to sneak away.

You see, every night I have been having flashbacks. They were even more realistic and vivid than normal demigod dreams, if that is possible. Most of my flashbacks have been because of something that I've thought, said or heard. The others were just caused by nightmares. Some of them have been about the Seven's deaths - Piper and Jason with the empousa, Frank and Hazel with the hellhounds or Annabeth with the spear, and me, too weak and useless to do anything to save her. But most of my flashbacks were of Tartarus. My girlfriend and I fell in, with me making Nico promise to find us at Epirus. But in Tartarus, we were captured. Annabeth and I were tortured for Tartarus and some of the Titans' pleasure. I'll spare you the details. I'm sure you can figure it out yourself, and I'm really not in the mood for another flashback.

I haven't told anybody about the flashbacks, especially not Will or Chiron. They would just force me to stay in the infirmary for longer and would keep me under constant surveillance. Right now, I have to pretend to be asleep in order for one of the demigods that keep watch to leave. Usually, it's Nico.

Anyway, I had reached the Poseidon Cabin. I carefully opened the door, making sure that I wouldn't creak. When I got inside, I looked wistfully at the décor. It would always hold a special place in my heart. So many good memories were from this place, but it was overwhelmed by the bad.

With a heavy heart, I gathered most of my clothing. I had enough for a week and I could always buy more. I crammed everything that I could into my now overflowing backpack. I took out a couple of nonessential clothing and was finally able to zip up the dark blue backpack.

I reached into the pockets of my shorts and pulled out a creased piece of paper and my trusty sword. After I smoothed out the paper and put in on the dresser, I uncapped Riptide and place the cap at the bottom of the hilt.

With the sword now a pen that I could write with, I wrote (surprise, surprise) a letter to the Cabin Heads and Chiron.

Hey guys,

If you've found this, then you are probably looking for me. My advice? Don't. Just don't. I'm not worth it, okay? I wouldn't continue to search for me either. I'm planning on disappearing, so you won't be able to contact me. If it's an emergency, I might come.

You guys are like family to me, and I would never leave you if you guys were in danger. But, the thing is, I am a danger to all of you. My time in the Pit with Annabeth changed me for the worse. Nico, I know you went in there alone, but you were not captured and tortured for fun, were you? I'm sorry, but I'm too volatile, and there are so many triggers around here. Too many bad memories here, and I just need to be free to live without them.

Sorry.

Don't come looking for me.

Can you guys tell Thalia and Reyna that I won't be coming back to Camp Half-Blood or going to Camp Jupiter? Thanks.

- Percy J.

I probably could have written more, but I was really eager to leave. I placed the note on a seemingly really obvious place - my bed. But you never know. Travis and Conner still surprise me to this day.

I capped Riptide and slung my blue backpack over my shoulder. I slowly spun, taking in the cabin's interior one last time and nearly forced myself to memorise it.

I hurried to the door and cautiously opened it, taking care to make it as silent as possible and that no harpies or demigods were outside. Seeing none, I sped out, almost sprinting to Thalia's tree. My wounds from the recent war hurt a bit when I ran, but I ignored it. I deserved it. It was my fault that Gaia rose. The nosebleed to end the world... seemed like something a book might have for a plot.

I was careful not to disturb Peleus, as I only wanted two of us to know where I was going. A few metres from the Camp's magical borders, I whistled for Blackjack. A few seconds later, he was there.

Hey, Boss.

"I told you, don't call me that," I softly hissed in a voice full of mock anger.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Got any doughnuts? He nuzzled my hand

"Sorry, Blackjack. Maybe next time. Actually, we could probably get some from my mum."

Your mum? Aren't you supposed to be in the infirmary? Won't the son of Apollo be really angry?

"One, his name is Will; two, yes, I am, but I left because I am bored and wanted to leave; three, you cannot tell anybody where we are going tonight, okay?"

Fine, Blackjack grumbled, but you owe me double doughnuts.

I laughed. Haven't done that in a while. Feels strange, alien. Like it shouldn't be there.

"Deal." I smiled "We are going to my mother's place." I hopped onto my pegasus' back, the backpack settling uncomfortably.

We set off, leaving Camp Half-Blood behind in the night.