Hi guys, I hope you enjoy the fic. It's my first for this fandom, so please don't expect too much. :-)
Percy Jackson shifted nervously in his seat in the psychiatrist's waiting room. He had been recommended this establishment after he had been taken to the police station last Saturday night after a slightly drunk night out, claiming that a hippocampus had been swimming around in the Hudson River. Percy knew that it was true, because he had spoken to the creature - and what's more, it had spoken back. But nobody had believed him, even when he'd offered to take the nice police lady to see it. He realised now that the police officer was probably refusing out of principle and experience with drunks. Oh well, he concluded, he was here now and he just had to stay out of sight of water for the half-hour psychiatrist's appointment, so he could give the impression of a perfectly normal twenty-nine year old guy.
Mind you, he didn't really need to be a perfectly normal guy. Percy had talked to his bisexual flatmate Leo about Dr di Angelo, who had had appointments with him before. In Leo's own words, the doctor was 'one damn fine guy'. From what Percy had heard in the gay bars of New York City, Dr di Angelo had an attractive mop of shaggy black hair, melancholy dark brown eyes and smooth olive skin. So, by all accounts, Percy's perfect man. But Percy felt that trying to start a relationship in a psychiatrists office would be the wrong move to make, so he decided to play it cool.
"Mr Winchester?" The attractive brunette receptionist poked her head around the door of the waiting room, smiling at a very tall, tired-looking man with long brown hair. "Hello, Sam, Dr Novak is ready to see you now." Percy wrapped his hands around the arms of the chair and stiffened in his seat, knowing that he would soon be in a room with 'a gay guy's dream' (according to Leo). The twist was that nobody had yet identified the doctor's sexuality, so Percy was planning to be more reserved than normal when getting the lowdown on his doctor.
"Mr Jackson? Dr di Angelo will see you now." The receptionist click-clacked briskly down the corridor with Percy trailing nervously behind her. The woman stopped at a solid oak door and pressed the intercom. "Sound-proof," she said in a reassuring tone to the young man in front of her. "So if the situation gets really bad, the whole place won't know about it!" The intercom crackled and the brunette opened the door. Percy took one look at the man waiting inside and knew instantly that this was either going to be the worst or the best half-hour of his life.