UnKnown Powers (An UnOrdinary/Percy Jackson crossover)

Chapter 8

Rosie's POV

So that's what it's called. I had wondered what my ability was actually called. Aura manipulation... I can do a lot with that. My dad of course had a slightly different ability to me but it was the same concept so I can begin with developing the skills that he used first. Although, come to think of it, what if Mummy doesn't want me to use my powers? What if, after all my years of practice, she thinks it's too dangerous? What do I do then? All my hard work throughout my entire life...gone?

Isen's POV

Hold up. Aura manipulation? That can't be right. I thought all abilities were at least slightly different unless two people were directly related, siblings for example. But anyone else... it was always called something else. So aura manipulation? John?

Blyke tapped the back of my hand with his fingers. I turned round to look at him questioningly, determinedly ignoring the flutter that went through me at the prospect of his hand on mine. He rolled his eyes and grinned,

'You've been staring into space for the past 2 minutes. Anything you'd like to add to the conversation?'

I blinked. 'C-conversation?'

Everyone burst out laughing as I sat there awkwardly, my face a tomato. The disrespect!

Paul was the one who recovered himself first. 'I'm sorry Isen, just, it's been such a serious afternoon and we all needed something to joke about.'

Okay then. I guess I'm just something for them to laugh at, a joke at my expense. I sniffed, looking offended, causing everyone to lose it again.

Once they had all regained some semblance of dignity, I decided it was high time I was included in this conversation. I cleared my throat. 'So... what were we talking about?'

Percy, who had previously been lying on the ground after laughing so hard, sat up and kindly explained for me.

'We were just discussing how things were going to work with Rosie, you know, how powerful she might be, how much she knows about her powers and, of course, where we go from here. She is from your world, but we don't know if her being Paul's-, 'he said, gesturing to Paul, swatting him in the face in the process, 'Paul's daughter will mean she isn't allowed. We are also trying to decide whether or not it is safe to let her go to Camp Half-Blood but everyone appears to have different views so we need a tie-breaker. I think I would be epic for me to show her the lava climbing-wall, the canoe lake, the cabins, everything! And there are lots of young kids there too!'

Sally cut in. 'I think it's completely unreasonable to send a 7 year-old to a camp where you spend your days trying to impale each other with spears. She should not be exposed to that sort of violence yet, I would much rather wait a few years.'

'But Mom,' Percy protested, 'Annabeth went to Camp Half-Blood when she was 7 years old.'

It was Paul's turn. 'I'm sorry Percy but I have to say I agree with your mother.'

Percy shot him a withering look. 'Yeah, only because you're scared to get on her bad side again.'

Paul flushed pink, confirming Percy's accusation. I turned to Blyke, wondering what his say was on this whole... predicament. Blyke made a big show of clearing his throat before saying,

'I think swords and lava walls sound wicked.'

As Percy nodded his head solemnly, I fought against the urge to roll my eyes. Of course he only wanted to go for the lava. As usual, it was up to me to solve everything.

'I think,' I began with an air of self-importance, 'I think that, of course, violence is to be expected at Camp Half-Blood,' Sally nodded at me encouragingly, 'so it would be the perfect opportunity for Rosie to become accustomed to the reality of having an ability, while still in safe...ish hands,' I finished with a smile, trying not to fall victim to the utterly betrayed look Sally was giving me. Blyke grinned at me and Percy gave me a thumbs up before rushing off to tell Rosie that she was going to Camp Half-Blood. I jumped up, fully prepared to leave straight away but Sally was having none of it.

'Oh no, you are not leaving now, it's far too late. You and Blyke are going to have dinner with us and then you're going to stay the night, this topic is not up for discussion.'

Blyke began to protest but I nudged him, indicating he should shut up. I was surprised and pleased that feeding us was her only demand, I didn't expect her to give up Rosie so easily. Blyke still didn't look impressed so I muttered 'come on, it's free food' and he relented because, seriously, who doesn't want free food?

That night...

I looked up at my best friend sleeping on the sofa from my rather sad position on the floor. Earlier, after much cheering on from Percy, Blyke and I had arm wrestled for the spot on the sofa, which was utterly unfair, because strength is not my strong suit. I stared at his tranquil face, which was a complete contrast from his usual frowning expression, and tilted my head to admire his perfect jawline, his long eyelashes, his chiselled nose. Looking back, I suppose that was a little creepy, ogling my crush while he slept, but I couldn't watch him while he was awake, could I? I actually rather like having my ribs intact, shocking I know. I silently chided myself for falling so hard, for longing to be with him when it could never be possible, he liked Remi... didn't he? Hadn't he said he wanted to spend the summer with me? Had I misinterpreted that? What if, what if he- I told myself to shut up for daring to hope, accidentally saying it out loud, and, to my absolute mortification, received a deep chuckle from Blyke.

I lay there frozen, flustered and drowning in self-consciousness as I panicked, wondering if he had caught me staring. Who was I kidding, of course he caught me, he must have been awake the whole time!

He sat up, leaning on his forearm, and I had to look down to stop myself from staring at his extremely defined muscles that were visible even through his shirt.

'So,' he started, more than a little awkwardly, 'guess you couldn't sleep either.'

I shook my head, still flushed.

'If I'm honest, I have no idea what we're doing,' Blyke admitted, to my amazement, 'I'm just going along with it and I'm sure we'll muddle our way through it in the end. We always do... you always do.'

My heart swelled at the compliment, I gave him a grateful look and muttered 'thank you', attempting not to let my gaze linger on his lips, but clearly I failed because he gave me a light laugh before rolling over, ending the conversation.

I was still extremely mortified, but reassured that perhaps we would be okay... hopefully. 

Camp Half-Blood, here we come.

I decided to put a little bit of romance in, what did you think? Tips? Again, sorry for not updating last week but thank you so much for waiting and I hope you enjoyed the update! :)