Disclaimer: I own nothing. I thought that I'd switch between points of views during the story but it won't always be one chapter Percy, one Luca. If I haven't changed the point of view at the top it's still in the point of view of whoever it was in the chapter before. I hope I'm not confusing you. Enjoy and review.
Chapter 2 – Luca's P.O.V
I woke to sun, a distractingly female Percy and an empty bottle of rum. I should have been so hung-over that the rising sun should have made me want to take an axe to my head. On second thought, considering that how Athena was born maybe I shouldn't joke about that. Either way it seemed that some god somewhere decided to take pity on me.
At least that was what I thought until a scantily dressed nymph in a maid costume burst in and introduced herself a Jilly. The mansion that Percy's father had provided apparently came with water nymph servants who delighted and adored serving there princess. It was amusing to watch how her nose would curl up every time they called her that.
"Princess you should be in bed," she said physically shooing us so we were both firmly tucked into the comfortable double bed.
"Not a princess," she protested with a firm pout. Jilly ignored her, and whirled out saying something about breakfast. I went to lift the covers and she snorted before I could get out of bed. I started. Somehow I didn't think she had snorting in her.
"What?" I asked pausing.
"I wouldn't. Jilly says bed rest and she will wrestle you back into bed if she sees you," Percy warned. I looked at her like she was crazy.
"We just took on a divine war and week long battle with the Titan's army and you're scared of a nymph?" I asked in disbelief. She shook her head.
"No, but one, Jilly is crazy," she explained, "And two there are four more of them. There's Jilly, Megan, Amber, V, and Rose. Getting out of bed isn't worth the hassle at the moment. Maybe later when they've calmed down. Not to mention mum would be disappointed." That last bit I understood. Though she would never get angry, nobody wanted to face Aunt Sally's disappointment. It was just to heart wrenching.
"None of those names sound Greek," I said changing the subject in a silent agreement to let it go. She scooted down and made herself comfortable before answering.
"There not. I argued over having servants with dad, one of my arguments was that they'd stick out to much. Having a bunch of beautiful female servants with Greek names might be a bit much. So they picked new names and moved in while I was busy arguing. I never should have said that I like people to think for themselves," she sighed, "So tell me about boy-me, the one from your world."
So I did. I told her about how male-her, how he was a genuinely good person. If somewhat clueless and to selfless for his own good. His stupid moments, his funniness and stubbornness, and the fact that he and Annabeth were so in love with each other that it was practically sickening.
"Eww," she cringed, "Annabeth? My Wise Girl? Boy-me was fucking the girl I think of as my little sister? That is so wrong." I chuckled.
"Fucking precludes the fact that either of them realised that they loved each other more than the air they breathe," I informed her, "And I don't think that my Percy would have fucked her until after marriage anyway." She got that blank confused look in her eyes that I had only seen on the unknowing dead.
"Stop, that doesn't even make sense to me right now," she said as if it were truly incomprehensible.
"He was too noble to ever be like that until he got a ring on her finger," I said faintly amused myself.
"That doesn't even make sense to me right now," she repeated shaking her head.
"And you're different?" I asked truly wanting to know how the two differed. So much has changed, part of me wanted her to be just like my Percy and the other half knew that there was some pretty big differences between worlds. I, for one had been a god hating psycho that hosted Kronos. She turned to me with wide eyes, wearing a serious and solemn expression on her face before clearly enunciating two words.
"Sex good," she says as if a devout quoting the words of her chosen god. There was a moment silence and then I burst out in hysterical laughter, in the background there was a dull thud.
"Percy you're my step-daughter and I love you but there are just some things that I don't need to know – ever," I register being spoken but I can't concentrate. I keep laughing until my stomach hurts and my eyes water and then suddenly I wasn't laughing anymore just crying. Big wracking sobs as all the death and carnage of the war finally fall down on me. Panic floods me, because I just couldn't… I couldn't stop. I… no? Why? A hand rests on my head for a moment before strong male arm wrap around me and I'm pulled against a warm chest.
"Just let it all out," the male voice said again. Paul, my brain chimes. Percy's step-dad Paul. I'm still crying hysterically but I can't make it go away. My whole body hurts and it feels like I'm breaking into tiny pieces and there all floating away.
Percy lay her head on the back of the shoulder I'm resting on, the side of her head resting against mine, and her hand took the one of mine that wasn't clenched tightly in the folds of Paul's shirt. He calmly starts to recite something that I recognise as Shakespeare. It was soothing and eventually I cried myself out, body still convulsing occasionally with tearless sobs. Paul still didn't let me go when it was finally over. I felt like I had been stuffed with cotton wool and my head was going to explode. He looked down at me with something like pride before placing me back in the bed, before shooting Percy a look that I couldn't quiet decipher.
"It's better to get it all out sooner rather than later," he said in a warm tone, moving my hair back from my face. "It never get better or goes away if you don't," that was said sharply, but the glace he threw in Percy's direction said it wasn't directed at me. I felt so tired. Percy just gave him a wan smile before crawling under the covers with me.
The next two days were regulated to bed rest, broke by showers and bathroom breaks, and even eating was done in bed. The only people we saw were Paul, Aunt Sally and Jilly. The small candy apple red haired water nymph was certainly as crazy she said, and if she was right about the petite bundle of crazy then I was suddenly was weary to meet the other nymphs of the household. We had a marathon of Doctor Who and pretended that was the only reason why we in bed the entire weekend.
"Why is she insisting that I should stay in Percy's bed," I muttered when the girl in question was in the shower. She being Jilly, and decided to sneak up and answer.
"Because you're a lucky girl," she purred, "And you should be there as long as she wants you there." Well, I thought blankly. Jilly wasn't at all creepy… and was she insinuating what I thought she was. I put that out of my mind, I didn't know if that kind of craziness was catching or not but better safe than sorry. Still at Monday morning I was sitting at the dining room table eating breakfast with the others.
"Don't the nymphs eat with us?" I asked. The others shook their heads ruefully.
"No, they eat in the kitchen but it isn't from lack of trying," Percy responded, "They think that servants shouldn't eat with the people they serve. Something about impropriety. Of course skinny dipping Saturday is still a go every week." Skinny dipping what? I decided that I wasn't going to ask.
"And you can't make them change their minds?" I said ignoring her previous statement.
"Sally couldn't even manage it," Paul said smiling wryly. Aunt Sally, who informed me that I was to keep calling her that or else, blushed.
"I'm not that good at convincing people to do things," she mumbled in a somewhat adorable way.
"Yes you are," Paul and Percy said together automatically. I let out a small chuckle. I didn't doubt that Aunt Sally knew it too.
"Anyway," Percy continued, "We need to go do some shopping. If you're going to stay here we need to get you some decent clothes. Mine are too small in some places and swim in others." She was right, while I was taller than her, she was ridiculously curvy compared to me.
"That would be nice," I admitted, "But I don't…" She cut me off.
"If you finish that sentence with 'have any money' I'm going to be… displeased," Percy said softly. I repressed the urge to snort, because really I should have seen that coming. "And taking you out isn't going out of my way. I have to drop into the city and pick up some paperwork anyway," she said waving away any protest I could have made. I was about to learn that all this, the mansion, the money and even the midnight blue mustang that I hadn't seen yet, all of it came with a price.
I have a vague idea about where this is going, but my fingers sometime have other ideas. Does this ever happen to anyone else. You look back and read what you've written and it's totally different, and you think 'Hey I wasn't writing that at all… but it's good.' Eh, anyway review and tell me what you think.