Gabe: Un-Petrified
A/N: You know? Like "Herbie: Fully Loaded"? Err…anyway… I don't own anything (except for the fake museum); all rights go to the one and only HALEY RIORDAN! jk, they go to his daddy. R&R!
Percy POV:
So, here I am. Middle of the night, and I'm standing infront of the Manhattan Museum of Unusual Art (A/N: made it up…). Why, you ask? Why is the ever-so-awesome Perseus Jackson standing in front of a museum? Well, because now that the war is finally over, and the gods are pretty bored on the 600th floor, my dad felt pity for my old step-dad.
I know. I don't get it, either. One day, my dad's all, "I'll blast you to smithereens for hurting Percy and Sally!" But the next day, and that day was today, he can be, "Oh Percy, he doesn't know about this world, so I got Hecate to make a potion to un-petrify him!" Seriously, the gods can be pretty bipolar at times.
Slowly, I reached for the Pull bar on the door. Even though it was the dead of night, I had a feeling the museum wouldn't be locked.
Swish! Without even knowing, I fell through the unlocked museum door, and a small orange vial slipped out of my pocket. Quickly, I grabbed the potion stuffed it in my pocket, not knowing if the Mist would cover a 17-year-old boy "sneaking" into a museum. I did not want to be on the news again.
In the dim light, I saw a hallway labeled "Donated Artwork". My footsteps echoed though out the building as I walked closer. This was it. I was going to re-meet my 40-yr-old nightmare. Smelly Gabe.
I caught my breath- (I know, pretty cheesy for the Savior of Olympus) there sat the petrified Gabe Ugliano, poker chips in hand, mouth wide open. Ha, best Medusa reaction ever.
"Well, Gabe… uh, how goes things?" I mentally slapped myself. How goes things? What the Hades was talking to a statue going to do? "Erm, I don't know if you can hear me, but it's Percy Jackson, and I'm g-going to h-help y-you..."
I found myself choking on those last few words. Even if no one could hear me, I never knew I would find myself saying that.
Lifting my hand from my pocket, I uncapped (no, not Riptide) the vial, and splashed the orange liquid on Gabe's stone face.
With that, color began to return to his face. Then his hair, then everywhere else. Damn. It actually worked.
Gabe's blood-shot eyes snapped open, but I didn't move. He studied me for a moment, maybe wondering how I've gotten so awesome in the last few years. But probably not.
"Jackson." He snarled through yellow teeth. Hmm, I guess being a statue doesn't change a person.
"'Sup Gabe. How goes it?" I said, trying my best not to laugh. To think that he scared me years ago.
"I thought I got rid of you years ago!" he yelled, rising from his stone poker table.
"Hmm, no hello? I thought being a statue for five years would mellow a person out, but I guess not," I said, fiddling with my pen. "But you might want to consider being less loud. They've got cameras all over this place."
Smelly Gabe looked like he was about to rip my head off. "You did this! You turned me into that… thing!"
"Now, now, Gabe. Let's not start pointing fingers. But don't worry; we'll explain everything once we get to the apartment," I said, trying to keep my voice calm, while trying to get him out of the museum. Gods, I hope he doesn't run off to the police once we get outside.
"Yeah right!" he scoffed, "That's my apartment. And once I get back, you'll be gone for good!"
I stifled a laugh. I couldn't wait to see his face once he meets Paul.
"C'mon Gabe. Don't make this hard. I have, erm, friends that I want you to meet."
If Gabe was going to be this way all night, he's going to have swords and arrows in his ass by the morning. Thalia, Annabeth, Nico, Grover, and Clarisse were waiting for us back at the apartment. They were extra proof. Why? Oh, I guess I left out one thing. Apparently, Poseidon also wanted me to tell Gabe the secret. Yeah, I know. Pretty bipolar.
A/N: Yay! Done with first chappie! Sorry if it was short, but I wanted to end the chapter with the "pretty bipolar" thing. Also, I need some ideas for what's going to happen at the apartment, so PM me, or just leave your ideas in a review. More reviews = Quicker updates! (Probably on weekends)
