So I was reading Percy Jackson's Greek Gods and Percy Jackson's Greek Heroes, when this idea came to me, and I was feeling generous. Although I'm afraid I didn't get Percy and Annabeth quite right… It'll just be a couple of little one-shots, so enjoy! Lights…cameras…action!
DISCLAIMER: I am neither Rick Riordan nor Hyperion/Disney and lay no claim to any of their works.
Percy and Annabeth were just relaxing together under the shade of Thalia's Pine when Annabeth, head snuggled comfortably into his chest, pointed upwards.
"Percy, you know the story about the Golden Fleece?" "Umm, yeah?"
Annabeth straightened and scowled. "Seaweed Brain." Then she chuckled at his indignant frown and went back to her earlier position.
"Krysomallos was the flying golden ram that saved Helle and Phrixus from their stepmother, Ino, who was trying to sacrifice them to the gods. Helle fell into the sea on the way, but Krysomallos flew Phrixus to Colchis and was sacrificed to Zeus, thus his fleece was placed in the grove of Ares. The Golden Fleece. Remember?"
Percy smiled sheepishly (couldn't help myself). "Sorry, I still don't know what you're saying." Annabeth sighed. "He was the result of when Theophane, a princess, met with Poseidon in the form of a ram."
Percy was nodding, then froze. His lips formed into a silent oh. "So—so you mean…" It was too horrible to finish.
Annabeth nodded. "Yes. That," she pointed again at the Fleece, "is—was—your brother."
She left that hanging for a moment.
Percy nodded and gulped, smiling weakly and doing his best not to look upwards (or throw up). Internally, he was thinking Oh. Oh gods. OH GODS.
Fin