Hello! This is Posiedonsfavoritedaughter again, with a new story! The story will occasionally have song lyrics, but it is NOT a song fic! its kinda set is the-not-too-distant future, after Percabeth gets out of the pit-that-shall-not-be-named.I'll fill in some details in an ending authors note. have fun!
Me:WAIT!
Readers: What? Me: I NEED TO JUST SAY I DONT OWN PJATO. IM A TEENAGE GIRL FOR GODS SAKE!
Percy POV
"I feel the salty waves come in
I feel them crash against my skin
and I smile as I respire because I know they'll never win"
I open my eyes as my alarm clock starts playing "New Perspective" by Panic! At The Disco. I've got to thank Leo for the music option, it's much better than the old beeping. The digital numbers take a minute to sit in my head before I can read that it's about 8 o' clock in the morning. I reach over to turn it off, but it seems like someone placed it farther away than it was yesterday. Huh, I think, I don't remember moving it that far from my bed.
"That's strange…" I mumble, but slap my hand over my mouth. That's defiantly not my voice, it's too high! Gods, I swear if Travis and Conner pumped Helium into my cabin again, I'll kill them! I stand up, but my feet don't hit the floor when I swing them over the side. This is just getting freaky now. I stretch my feet and stand up to work the kinks out of my joints, but immediately grab my boxers to keep them up when I raise my arms above my head. Why in Zeus's name are my boxers too small?!
I run to my bathroom to look in the mirror to see what in the name of the gods is wrong with me. As soon as I see myself, I wish I hadn't. I'm at least a foot shorter, my hair is even messier than usual, and there are familiar bruises on my skin. Please tell me this is a trick mirror that Tyson put in my cabin to mess with me.
"No, no, I have got to be imagining this…" I mumble as I look myself over, turning and inspecting my face in the mirror. Cautious, I poke a bruise on my cheek, but yelp as soon as I touch it. That bruise hasn't been in that place since I was… Oh gods, I know whose face this is. I'm familiar with this face, because I lived with it my whole life. I, Percy Jackson, have officially gone back to the age of 9. So not cool.
"WHAT THE HADES!" I hear a voice shriek, and turn to see a girl standing in my cabin's door frame. Her curly blond hair is down to her shoulders, the familiar grey eyes blazing as she stands in a too-big nightgown. My eyes widen and I blush as I try to hold up my boxers with one hand.
"A-Annabeth?" I croak, and her eyes soften as she looks at me.
"Percy?" she says quieter, and suddenly races towards me, decking me to the bathroom floor. The wind gets knocked out of me, and I stare into her eyes as she looks at me
"What did I do?!" I say breathlessly as I try to get oxygen back into my lungs.
"Nothing. Everything. Something. I don't know what really, but I know something you did is involved with this whole disaster." She growls, and I push her off me finally before getting up and running to my dresser to get some pants.
"Listen, I don't think I did anything, so don't blame me just yet. Now c'mon, help me find some pants." I say as I ruffle through my clothes. Too big, too big, too big, all too big now! I think, before pulling out a pair of drawstring sweatpants. These will do for now. I hop into them, pulling the strings as tight as possible. Dang, was I scrawny at 9, I think again, but yelp when I pull too tight and it presses against a bruise on my side.
"Fine, I'll blame you when we know you did something." She comes over next to me, but suddenly stares at me.
"What?" I say, a little curious why Annabeth is staring at me. It reminds of those times mom would look at me when she found a new bruise Gabe gave me. Whoa, I shouldn't be able to remember that. I usually don't remember a lot from when I was 9. I search my mind for more memories when I was 9. Images pop into my head, my ninth birthday spent hiding in my room away from Gabe, those times Gabe hit me when he was drunk, the times mom and I spent in Montauk. The memories are all fresh in my mind. This is so weird. I barely remembered any of that yesterday. Then again, yesterday I was 22 years old, not 9.
"Percy, where did those bruises come from?" Annabeth asks me, and suddenly feel my face get flushed and I start shivering a little.
"Gabe. I think we got turned back to when we were 9, and this is what I looked like at 9. He hit me a lot." I mumble, and feel Annabeth's eyes burning into every visible bruise, on my chest, my back, and even a few on my face and neck. Cuts and scrapes are analyzed by her eyes too, and I whip a shirt over my head and pull it down over my chest so less of the bruises are exposed.
"Oh." She whispers, and I grab her hand, pulling her towards the door.
"Let's go see Chiron." I say, but mutter quickly, "And hope to Zeus no one else is outside."
We enter the Big House, only to see almost all of our friends already there. Well, it looks like them. I can tell who is who only by small features, like Jason's scar or Leo's elfish appearance. Chiron stands in front of them, and turns to see us standing there. Annabeth's in a nightgown covered in cartoon owls and I'm just in sweats and a huge shirt, so I bet we look ridiculous.
"Not you as well…" he sighs, and rubs his temples with closed eyes. I shrug, and look at my friends. Piper and Leo are looking at me weird, no doubt wondering about the purple bruise that takes up my cheek. Jason, on the other hand, is just staring at the floor with his head in his hand.
"Hi." I say and wave halfheartedly. Piper looks at me and sighs then tries to pat Jason on the back, while Leo tinkers with a few pipe cleaners and paper clips. So no one is in a good mood, I think. But we all snap to attention when we hear the door slam open, and two very angry demigods storm in.
"Jackson! What did you do?!" They both yell, and I almost immediately recognize them. One is a boy in an aviator's jacket that looks two sizes too big and has shaggy black hair, so I recognize him as Nico. The other was harder to place, but when I thought about the only girl with jet black hair, eyes outlined to the point of looking like a raccoon, and piercing blue eyes, I knew it was Thalia.
"Why do people always assume I did something?!" I say in defense, and cross my arms. But when Thalia rushes towards me with her hand raised to strike me, I flinch and instead cover my face with my arms out on instinct.
"Stop!" Annabeth yells, causing me to flinch again. You're a hero, Percy, I remind myself, act like it. Thalia stops right before she would have hit me, instead glaring at me.
"Excuse me? Can we stop for a second and have someone explain why you're all 9, and I got stuck at 7?!" Nico says, and I see Leo cover his mouth from laughter. Nico's voice is unusually squeaky and high, and his face gets red as he yells.
"Yeah, Death Breath is right! Why am I twelve again? I'm a hunter, I should be 15 forever!" Thalia yells, electrify arcing off her fingertips as she gets angrier.
"It seems that the goddess Hebe has seen to it that you are," Chiron squeezes the bridge of his nose, "cursed, to put it simply. Nico, since you were already two years younger than everyone else, you are still two years younger than them in this form. Thalia, do not address Nico like that, and since you were 3 years older than everyone before your death, you are now 3 years older than them in this form. This means our friend Hazel should be about…" Chiron thinks for a moment but gets interrupted by an IM that flashes into the room.
"WHAT IN MY FATHERS NAME IS HAPPENING? IM SIX!" A little African-american girl screams from the other end. Her golden eyes are flashing as she scowls and a young Asian boy stands behind her looking uncomfortable.
"Awwww, Hazel! You're adorable!" Piper coos, and Hazel still scowls but a blush comes to her cheeks. One of the many things that will make Hazel blush: complimenting her in any way, shape, or form.
"As I was going to say, Hazel should be 6. Hello, Hazel and Frank." Chiron says calmly. The Asian boy waves with an awkward smile on his face. Yep, good old Frank Zhang.
"What are we going to do?" Annabeth says, sounded almost… defeated? Gods, I never thought I'd hear her talk in that tone of voice.
"What do we always do in times of trouble?" Chiron answers in a question.
"We go on quests." Annabeth answers, now sounding more confident as it dawns on her what we have to do.
"Exactly. Now Leo, please check your ship for any kinks. Piper, please get new pants and shirts for everyone. Thalia, go threaten the Hermes cabin for a drachma loan. Nico, go check on other campers to see if anyone else was affected. Jason and Annabeth, use the Pegasus to fly to Camp Jupiter and pick up Hazel and Frank. Percy, I need to talk to you." Chiron instructs everyone, motioning me over to the meeting room. I follow him and he shuts the door once we are inside.
"I will give you five minutes to explain the bruises and why you flinched and protected your head when Thalia approached you with her hand raised to strike. You have never done that before." Chiron states. Taking in a shuddering breath, I tell him about Gabe, and how I usually was covered in bruises at 9 because of him.
"Perseus, why have you never told anyone of this? We could have helped." Chiron states sadly when I finish, and I feel myself a bit taken a back.
"Because I don't want help. I managed for myself. And I always will. I defeated Kronos. I saved Olympus. And I think I can deal with a few memories." I stand up straighter as I talk; laughing to make it seems like a carefree sentence.
"Percy, do not lie to me. That man scared you. What is your freshest memory as of now?" Chiron asks, and the color drains from my face. Leaving my mind blank, the first things that pop up are the last few days… and foggier memories. Gabe; breaking a beer bottle and aiming for my head. Gabe; screaming at me about how worthless I am. Gabe; finding new ways to crush my spirit while my mom isn't home. I start shivering, and I barely notice as Chiron approaches me.
"Don't hurt me!" I scream when he goes to put his hand on my shoulder, stepping away from him quickly and backing into the corner of the room. I collapse in on myself, holding my head in my knees.
"Just as I thought." Chiron mumbles. He trots over to me and leans down to place a gentler hand on my shoulder, causing me to look up.
"See?" I gulp in air and then barely laugh, "I-I'm perfectly fine."
YAY! First Chapter! i hope you like it, and i can ensure you that it will be a humor story as it progresses, i just needed to show that as an example as how the demigods will act, clearly remembering and almost having *flash backs* of when they were younger. So, Hazel is 6, Nico is 7, Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Leo, and Frank are all 9, and Thalia pulls in as oldest at 12. This story is going to have the pOV's: Percy, Annabeth, Thalia, Leo, and an occasional Third Person kind of view. ALL THE CANON PAIRING WILL BE USED PLUS ONE OF MY PERSON PAIRINGS... drum rolls please... LEICO! i just love it a lot 3. Plus, it would be any real kissing or intense junk, because .9. Don't expect anything like that, ya little perverts -_- please review! Reviewers get virtual cookies (::)-(^u^-)