Percy Jackson/Teen Wolf Crossover - Season 3

Episode 9 - The Girl Who Knew Too Much

I flicked my hands, sending the blood on my knuckles flying onto the concrete floor of the garage. The tough leather of Uncle Noah's heavy bag had slowly worn down my skin and had finally broken it. Why we had a heavy bag but no gloves was beyond me, but my hands had become pretty stalwart over the years, so I thought maybe I would have been able to get through my little anger management exercise unscathed. I grimaced and pulled my hands back into a fist, watching the red and raw skin stretch over the bones of my hands.

I closed my eyes and took in a deep breathe through my nose before unleashing another barrage of punches on the bag. I sunk low for a hook to the body before coming up with a hook to the head from the same hand. Grimacing, I pulled back for a second before launching an overhand right at the bag, anger and frustration fuelling my strikes.

Everywhere I went, death seemed to follow and it was starting to sink in. For the longest time I had been morbidly able to think of it as a natural part of being a demigod and so the deaths in the war had never felt like they were my fault, they had weighed heavily on me, but ultimately, I knew that death via monster was often the fate of most demigods. And then I'd moved to Beacon and the deaths hadn't stopped. And these were mortals. Was I cursed? It wouldn't be out of the realms of possibility that someone could curse me, immortals weren't exactly known for their forgiving nature and I had pissed off a lot of immortals.

I finished my thought driven volley of punches with a hard right hook. I sunk into a squat, resting my hand in front of me to hold my body up. An admiring whistle broke through my clouded head and heavy breathing. "Some decent shots there, Perce. Ever considered taking up boxing?" Uncle Noah smiled at me from the garage door, his car parked outside on the small driveway we had in front of the house.

"Nah, swimming is the one for me." I grinned up at him, "I thought you had another hour on shift?" I asked glancing up at the clock.

"We had a call in, something at the school, [murdered police waman] said she'd cover it and to go home, apparently i've been stressing them out trying to solve these murders..." Noah rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "And it's always better to approach a problem well rested so I took her offer." Uncle Noah looked as if he'd still rather be at the station.

"Anything new on the case?" I asked, not really expecting to get anything useful.

"No," Noah said forlornly, "And even if there was I wouldn't tell you." Noah gave a weak smile as he waggled his finger at me. "This is the worst part of the job... When you can't do anything about the problem..." Noah took a seat on the step into the house.

I nodded solemly. "You feel you're responsible for the helpless and it completely sideswipes you when you're the helpless one..." I took a seat next to him.

Noah gave a small smile. "New York really did a number on you, eh?" I gave a light chuckle in response. "I'm gonna hit the hay, I recommend you do the same." He lay a hand on my shoulder and left upstairs.

"Yeah, maybe..." I muttered. I rested my elbows on my knees and slumped over on the step. In a way, Uncle Noah and I were in complete opposite situations, he didn't know enough to help, and I know more than anybody else but can't help. At least not in a way that would be meaningful.

I had a few theories on werewolves I'd been running through my head, I figured werewolves were sort of territorial creatures, seeing that there was a lot of them in and around Beacon Hills, even before all this stuff with Scott happened, from talks with Derek last year I got the impression that Beacon Hills was very werewolf heavy. Being that they are territorial, they'd probably had fights with monsters who'd tried to come to Beacon Hills before, and seeing how monsters don't die, they would probably remember having their legs gnawed off by a werewolf and choose not to come near Beacon Hills again. However, the Darach was something more in my league, if you think about it, a druid is worshipping nature spirits or gods... And last time I checked, half of my family were nature gods.