The Moon's Lover

16

Percy PoV

It had been a long few months, down in Tartarus.

I had almost immediately been picked up by TF, short for Tartarus's forces.

"Perseus," The general had said. "You believe in our cause, yet you refuse to fight for it. What do you want?"

"Protection," I coughed. "My wife. Her hunters. A couple of other friends."

"Deal," The general had said. I later learned his name was Jeff.

Then I ended up here on Olympus, more specifically the council room.

I saw my wife. She looked tired.

She saw me, and I smiled.

She looked like she just wanted a hug.

I put my hood up and stepped to the front of the crowd, clearing my throat. "Attention! To those who wish to avoid the wrath of the forces of Tartarus, you may join us now. You will not be punished, and may choose to not fight."

"Who are you?" Zeus demanded.

"Why," I said. "I'm the moon's lover. Speaking of which, your loved ones will be protected, whether they're family or not. Mind you, we don't think you're all bad people, we just think you have a sucky leadership system."

Artemis understood what this meant and ran over.

Apollo fired an arrow with enhanced speed and a cement block tip.

I held Artemis and caught the arrow, throwing it back at him before flashing away.

Artemis yanked my hood back and kissed me.

I held her waist, and her arms went around my neck as we kissed.

Pulling out of the kiss, my lover sunk into my hug, her eyes shut.

I kissed the top of her head, then felt a wetness. But it was above her waist.

"Artemis, did anyone stab you?" I asked. My wife nodded. "Hermes tried to rape me after Ares failed, and when I shot him he threw the knife at me to knock off my aim."

I held her protectively. "I'm gonna kill those bastards, but let's fix you up first, okay?"

Artemis closed her eyes, and I carried her to my bedroom.

I laid her down and she took off her shirt.

I removed the gauze and tossed it in the trash, grabbing the necessary medical supplies.

I muttered a thanks to my superiors for requiring first aid in my training.

After finding the shard of metal in my wife's gut, digging it out, disinfecting the wound, and bandaging it, I put the medical kit back.

Artemis put on her shirt and grabbed my hand.

"Percy, I left some stuff back at Olympus," she said.

I smiled. "Have you taken a look at the dresser?"

Artemis bounded over to the furniture and dug around for something.

She arose victoriously, my hoodie in hand.

I chuckled as she put it on, the garment far too large for her.

She waved her arms around, the sleeves flapping wildly. I grinned and pulled her into a hug.

"Come on, Goofball. I wanna show you around," I said affectionately.