Percy lay on the sofa in his living room, with the same boredom that had been looming over him for the last few weeks. He wasn't used to doing nothing and the ADHD wasn't helping. for the last few days all that he had really been doing was watching classic Disney movies that he had grown up with. It was nice and a little melancholic, but who was he kidding he wasn't an indoor person! He belonged outside doing things!
It didn't help that the house was always empty. After his mom had died Percy had been living alone with nothing to live for. That is until "he" showed up, his almighty father Zeus. At first Percy thought the man would take him in and give him a new home. Oh how wrong could he have been! Zeus didn't come to Percy to help, he came to GET help! You see, most fathers ideas of a favour is asking their kid to fetch milk first thing in the morning, but no! Not with Zeus, with Zeus it was all "Here's the thing your a demi-god and I want you to go hunt down monsters for me, don't worry you probably want die." and it wasn't even that! the real thing that got under Percy's skin was the fact that he never once thanked him. He had been doing the mans dirty work for three years now and believe it or not the jerk thought Percy should be the grateful one. Ok so the guy hid him from all the other gods to stop them from killing him but if it was going to be such a hassle why even bother having an affair (especially on his particularly psychotic wife).
Percy would never admit it but he was lonely. But seriously, there was apparently this whole camp where other demi-gods went to, but he couldn't. "Why?" you ask, well that's because Percy is always going to be Zeus's useful little secret. And after he had pretty much been kicked out of every school in New York he couldn't even make friends with mortals.
Gods, Percy was bored! he almost wished his father would come give him an assignment. He instantly took it back when he noticed his father's reflection in the TV. Percy turned around to face the king of the gods.
"Hi dad."
"Perseus" the god responded. Percy practically flinched at his full first name. If one of them was to put on sunglasses you wouldn't see any similarities in the two men. Whilst Zeus was a tidy mad with blond combed back hair, and always dressed in exquisite suits, his son proffered to dress as informally as possible and until recently had the scruffiest cluster of black hair in the world, but Zeus had fixed that by making it so that the boys hair would always look tied. Which Percy quickly fixed, Zeus's fixing by cutting his hair so that it was only an inch long (so now he looked a bit like a cross between a kid out of Juvi and Robert Paterson).
"So," Percy started beginning to feel an uncomfortable silence "do you have a job for me? Or do you just want to know how I'm doing?" there was a tint of sarcasm that Zeus didn't appear to notice.
"I do. It would appear that there are possible children of Hades going to a nearby school." there was a distinct edge of distaste to the idea of his brother having children. Hypocrite. So it would seem that Zeus wasn't the only one of the big three that lacked restraint.
"Where do I find these kids of Hades" Percy asked, a little exited about meeting other kids of the big three.
"They go to a school by the name of Goody. Their names are Bianca and Nico di Angelo. Bianca is 18 and Nico is 16, seeing as you are in-between their ages you will have to grab them outside of their lessons."
"What should I do if they do turn out to be demi-gods?"
"Simply relay the information back to me and I will decide from there." Percy was a little worried about what his father might do to the poor guys, if his suspicions were true.
"Wait, don't they send satires and groups of demigods from Camp Half-Blood to check these things." Zeus nodded.
"But I get the sneaking suspicion that the other gods on Olympus are hiding things from me."
"Ok, then on a more worrying note. What if they instead discover who I am?" For a moment their matching eyes met. The only trait that they shared was their pure, electric blue eyes, both carrying a beautiful yet threatening gaze (no matter what emotions they really felt). Zeus broke the gaze by simply answering.
"Don't. Get. Caught." Percy let out a heavy sigh. This man would be the death of him he could swear it.
"When do I start?" Percy half asked, half grunted.
"Tomorrow 9 o'clock. You know where the school is?" Percy simply gave a grunt to confirm. And without another word the king of gods was gone.
Father son bonding what a truly beautiful thing.
Thalia had been arguing about what to listen to on the radio with Grover for about half an hour. for a very passive guy he was surprisingly defensive about his music.
"I am not listening to The Carpenters!" Thalia yelled a the satire for the millionth time.
"Well I don't won't to listen to Green Day. So let's compromise and listen to Jimi Hendrix." Thalia took her eyes off the road for a moment to stare at him in absolute disbelief.
"In what world is Jimi Hendrix a compromise for Green Day!?" and they continued their argument. Annabeth was impossibly reading a book in the back of the car as if she wouldn't even hear a nuke go off (well that's a daughter of Athena for you).
Thalia hid it well but some part of her really wanted to meet the de Angelo's soon. In hope that the daughter of Poseidon would finally have someone as her equal.
