A/N: This is SLASH! Not explicit or with both people. This is Percy talking about things. When you reach the end you may wonder why I put it under this pairing, I did it that way so nobody would be blindsided by the (non-explicit) Slash that this fic contains. I don't want to get anything along the lines of "You didn't warn me/us", even though I did. Hope you like it. Also hope I rated this right. Just because of the mention of sex, I made it T. No Beta.
Warning(s): Talking about a SLASH relationship, Cussing, Hurt/Comfort.
P.S. For all my regular readers: I am working on my other stories as you're reading this. But I found the quote when I pulled up The Bloody Battle to work on it. It go stuck in my head and this came out.
I don't really fear Death. It confuses people. Worries them? Maybe.
Sure I've been scared of dying, after everything I've been through, who wouldn't be! But that's just worn off now.
Maybe I've seen too much.
Maybe I've lived too much.
Who the fuck knows.
I do know a small part of it.
Luke.
Part of me ripped away when he died. I just had to stand there and watch it. Let somebody else take my place. I get it! I do. It was never me. It was him. Had to be him.
HA!
That right there sums it up. It was him. Had to be him. There's a part that wishes it hadn't been. But I know I would never change it.
Luke.
I'm going to see him again. Nothing and nobody can stop that. You can't stop the Fates. I don't even want to know what would happen if you tried. Maybe if they could find a way that didn't involve ending… well humanity as we know it!
Okay! There may, I repeat MAY, be a small part of me that would do it even if we all died or ended up slaves. But just a small part.
Does that make me a bad person?
I don't think it does. I mean, people all throughout history have done the stupidest shit to be with other people. And those other people are willing to go along with it too. Most of the time.
Did I love him?
Yes.
Did I sleep with him?
Yes.
Had sex with him too.
I don't regret anything. And this may seem mean, but I don't care how anybody else feels about it.
\o/\o/\o/
I had been talking to my lap, not wanting to see the reaction to my words. The cushion next to me shifted and a hand landed on my head.
"I get it Son."
I looked up trying to figure out if it was the truth.
I sighed. "I miss him Dad."
A/N: This was based on a quote I read. Can't remember where I got it from. Don't know where they got it from either, but it said it was from Peter Pan.
The Quote: Because to die would be an awfully big adventure.
This kind of came out differently than I planned, but I like it.
Reviews are great. Constructive criticism is welcome. And Flames will make a wonderful campfire to tell this story by.