Uncovered Secrets

I'll Fix you Love

Horror.

Frank noticed things. He noticed how after war.... The mood is gloomy. He noticed how some campers would look to empty spots at their tables, spots that should be filled. He noticed that things were darker. He couldn't see it, but he could feel the sadness in the air, he could feel it every time he woke up, every time he walked to the mess hall for breakfast.

Everyone reeked of sadness, agony, their eyes haunted, scars that will never heal.

But the one with the most gloom...sadness, agony, was Percy Jackson. His strong, determined, Sarcastic, hyper, Beautiful leader. His eyes were the most haunted. Frank wished he could save him, but he doesn't even know where to begin.

He doesn't understand where all this horror came from. But he wants to.

He noticed the signs before they even knew who they were up against. When Percy had first collapsed on the ground after running through the tunnels and the little Tiber. He'd seen the eyes that no child should have. Cause that's what they were, children. Children who grew up to fast. Those emeralds eyes held so much hidden pain, and if Frank didn't have the eye of a hawk, he wouldn't have noticed it. But Frank notices the little details.

He noticed the way Percy slightly flinched whenever someone raised their hand in his direction. And maybe later on, he brushed it off as Tartarus. Percy had gone through Tartarus, of course he wasn't completely ok.

So Frank ignored it. Until it started getting worse. Percy didn't sleep at night, he thought he was being discrete, but Frank knew. He'd seen him sit at the beach for hours upon hours during the dark night.

Frank had seen the horror in Annabeth's and Nico's eyes when they got out of Tartarus, and the amount never even came close to what Percy's eyes held. He saw how Percy fought and struggled to hold onto that strong façade he made for himself.

But soon after, he stopped smiling as much, and Frank was determined to make him smile again, to laugh again. To enjoy living again.

So when lunch came around, Frank decided to go against the rules this once. Just kidding, he asked Chiron first -_-. He sat down at the Poseidon table, acting like it was completely normal, looking up at Percy's shocked face, smiling softly at him.

"Hey Perce. Nice weather we're having huh?" The corners of Percy's mouth twitched, and Frank was satisfied. He didn't expect him to just get better like that. this was going to take time, and he was going to help him the entire way.

He grinned at Percy, who shuffled back to his food awkwardly. I'll fix you, don't worry.

The second day he sat with him; Frank had a request.

He stabbed his barbeque ribs, shoving it in his mouth.

"So, I was wondering if you could teach me to use a sword? I mean, I can use a spear and the bow and arrow, but I think knowing how to use a sword would be amaZhang." He grinned, emphasizing his last name. He chuckled to himself as Percy covered his mouth with his hand to hide the slight smile that appeared on his face. "So, what do you say, Percy? Will you teach me how to use a sword?" He held out his hand, waiting. Percy looked at him amusedly. He pretended to consider it before snorting, standing and shaking his hand. "You got it, Frank, I'll teach you how to use a sword. But I'm warning you... I won't go easy." Frank gulped and nodded.

But all the pain he was soon to be in, was worth it.

Because at that moment, Percy gave him a soft smile, his eyes even softer as he gazed upon him.

Frank and Percy had gotten considerably a lot closer. They sat together during meals, sparred together, talked together. Frank loved talking to the shorter male. That's his favorite part of the day, when they'll go to the lake, or the beach, or Zeus's fist, or just stay in Percy's cabin and curled up besides each other and talk about anything that came to mind. It was during one of this when Frank found out that Percy's first stepfather abused him.