Two stories in one day. Hm, impressive for me. Well, I disclaim HoO and PJatO and Dust Bowl Dance and all that.
I always thought this song would fit a meeting between Luke and Hermes, so here it is. Set between The Battle of the Labyrinth and The Last Olympian. I tweaked the lyrics at the end to fit. Sorry this is short.
Luke wrapped his arms around him and stared out into the Connecticut fields. He told himself he'd never come back. His father left him. His father left him and made his mom the way she was. Luke told himself he'd never come back. But he did come back, a fourth time, fighting Kronos inside of him, and his mother didn't even know he was here.
Luke sighed and sat down, legs dangling off the edge. He had left when he was nine, and he truly didn't want to come back. But he did. This was one of the places where he felt safe, this porch, before all the demigods and his father and Kronos and the Styx.
Luke bowed his head. How could he have done this, to Annabeth, to Thalia, to his family?
Luke knew that this would get him killed. But at the time, he was so angry...A voice, his voice, the hated voice, rang out. "Why?"
A bolt of red-hot anger, not Luke's, but one fueled by Kronos, forced Luke to stand and turn, glaring at his father. "Because you hate me. And all your children."
Hermes looked away, and that bolt grew, overcoming all of Luke's other feelings. "Look at me! Look at what you have done to me!" He roared. He could see Hermes eyes rake across the scar running down his cheek. "All you gods are greedy. You are disgraceful and awful. How can you love what you have, your wealth, your power, when you stole it from the ones before you? All of you, you most of all, are just liars and thieves, telling us everything will be alright when it won't!"
"Luke, no, it isn't like that...I know you Luke, you aren't like this..."
Luke drew his backbiter from it's sheath, balancing the sword in his shaky hands, directing the point between his father's eyes. He knew his own would be flickering gold. "You haven't met me. I was never your son."
Luke stabbed forwards with the sword and his father disappeared. Luke knew now that his father would tell the Olympians that he was the host of Kronos. He had nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
Onward.
Well yes sir, yes sir, yes it was me
I know what I've done, 'cause I know what I've seen
I leveled my weapon, sword flashing in the sun,
I said, "You haven't met me, I was never your son"