Will You Save Me // Jercy AU

5~ Where's The Spatula?

Jason's POV

I gently lifted him off the bed taking extra care to not hurt him, he wrapped his arms around my neck.

'I've been here so many times and yet I still can't get used to the size of this place' he joked, trying to keep my mind off of him I guessed. I decided to play along, he was obviously pretty uncomfortable.

'Heh, me too and I live here'

He flashed me a quick smile before going back to his staring. We finally arrived in the kitchen and I set him down on a stool before making my way to the fridge and opening it.

'What do you want to eat Perce?'

He looked down, rubbing his arms.
'I'm not really hungry Jase'

I snorted
'Very funny, you slept through lunch you must be hungry'

'Jason I tell you, I'm not hung-' his protests were cut off by his stomach growling- loudly. I raised my eyebrow at him.

'Not hungry you say?'

He looked down sheepishly and I grinned.
'I can make pancakes?' I asked. Percy looked up immediately

'For dinner?' he seemed gobsmacked. I laughed.
'If you want'
'Can we make them blue?' he asked, his voice barely a whisper

'I'm sorry?' I said.

Did he just ask you to make them... Blue?

'It's, uh, something my-my mum used to do' his voice caught on mum.

'Of course' I said gently and his genuine smile was definitely worth it.

Percy's POV

Despite my nausea I couldn't help but anticipate the blue pancakes, I hadn't eaten blue food since my mum died.

We spent about half an hour in the kitchen, making a huge mess. The more it grew the more my nerves grew, I knew I wasn't at home but I couldn't help but expect a beating for such a mess.

'Percy?'

Jason's tender voice shook me out of my daze.

'Hmm?'

'I just said that I need to make a call, can you look after the cooking please?'

'Yeah, whatever you need man'
I turned my attention to the stove where our pancakes were cooking.

Realising I needed a spatula, I began searching all the many drawers for one. After opening my 5th draw I realised I wasn't going to find it anytime soon so I decided to find Jason.

As I limped down the corridor I saw him go through I started to hear a voice speaking.

Jason

'.... No don't you fucking put me on hold-'

I was surprised, Jason never swore- he must be so pissed. I took a tentative step forward, about to ask him what was wrong- all thoughts of pancakes put out of my mind when he started to speak again.

'Finally, I've been on hold 3 times'
He paused- he must be listening to what they're saying.

'Yeah, I know this isn't an immediate emergency but I have just as much right to speak as others'
'Mmhmm yeah'
'Well, I'm calling to report abuse- child abuse'

I couldn't believe my ears.

He's reporting it, fucking shit, chill out I bet he's only reporting to get your pathetic ass out of his house.