Disclaimer: I own nothing. I decided to cut out Zeus's chapter, because the whole Charmed thing wasn't working. I couldn't right this chapter with it still there. I hope you forgive me. enjoy the chapter and tell me what you think.
Hades P.O.V
Sally Jackson was one of the most unique mortals to roam the planet, I thought to myself. It was little wonder that my brother loved her, at least for a while. I was immensely glad that she was only his best friend now, because I didn't want to compete with the extraordinary woman. I couldn't just lock Poseidon in the Underworld… Zeus would get pissy.
The rest of the year passed in what I'd call semi-alright. I went to school, which I hated immensely and oddly felt that I knew most of the stuff already. Why couldn't they teach me anything useful?
"Because your thousands of year old and have more knowledge than they do," Hestia said with false charm. I chuckled, this book was good for her. She was usually so quiet.
I also spent a lot of time with my Mom as well. Mostly we talked, about, well anything and everything. I also hung out in the underworld a lot to.
"Didn't he shoot you repeatedly the last time he went to the underworld?" Aphrodite asked curiously.
"Yep," I said popping the p, "You aren't messing with me?" I asked Hermes, who was currently reading. He shook his head, ah fuck.
I spent time chatting to Charon, met Persephone and Demeter, fixed the cable and spent once a week watching 'Two Broke Girls' with Uncle Hades. Which after sulking initially, realised whom my friend Stephy was and that he couldn't make me leave or kill me because every time he tried Persephone and Demeter got pissy.
"Yay, I have cable," I cheered, with Demeter.
"Wait, you watch 'Two Broke Girls'? I love that show," Aphrodite gushed before stopping, "Is no one worried about this being what were most excited about?" My brothers looked at each other for a moment before deciding.
"Nah," they chorused…. I'm sleeping with idiots.
After I moved Aunty Demeter off of her cereal phase and on to peach vodka we were good though. She now drinks more than Mr D. would if he were allowed to. She was a fun person to be around when she was drinking and really nice so it didn't matter.
"Peach vodka? As in vodka made from peaches?" Demeter asked excitedly, "Ooh gimmie, gimmie," Dionysus conjured her a bottle and she threw the cereal box over the back of her chair and popped the cap.
"Skull, skull, skull, skull, skull," we all chanted. She tipped the bottle to her lips and sucked it down. You could see her struggle as the alcohol burned her throat, her eyes water and her hands shook. The empty bottle crashed to the floor and we cheered, that was probably the coolest thing that my sister has ever done… ever.
This week though was what I had been looking forward to. Today was officially the start of the last week of school. Thank the Gods, I thought as I disentangled myself from my sheets.
"Your welcome," some of the more immature Gods said. Cough-Poseidon-cough.
"I really need to stop drinking peach vodka with Aunty Demeter," I muttered, remembering the really weird dream I just had. Grover was being chased through Florida before hiding in a wedding boutique and asking me to come save him. A Cyclopes was calling him his darling.
Aw… what the fuck is it with members of the female specie and their thrice-damned need to coo at everything that they find adorable. It's really annoying.
"Percy," a childish voice called before there was a booming feeling, as seven foot five inches of Tyson jumped on my bed. Speaking of Cyclopes, I thought to myself.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What exactly does it mean, speaking of Cyclopes?" Hera asked in a defeated tone of voice. The kind that said here we go again.
"Hey buddy," I said giving him a hug "Is it breakfast time already?" You may think that it's a bit rude for me to speak to someone about my age like that, but Tyson, no matter how big or scary looking is a big kid on the inside.
"Being a Cyclopes he probably is," Poseidon said shrugging. I went along with it because other than Hephaestus who was agreeing with him anyway, Poseidon spent the most time around them.
"Yeah, Aunt Sally is making blue waffles for you and she's getting me peanut butter sandwiches," he said excitedly, jumping off the bed and racing into the kitchen. We found Tyson at my school before realising that he was from the wacky world of myth like me.
"Wacky world of myth, gee thanks Percy," Hestia mumbled.
"So, do you think we get jackets," Artemis said… we burst out laughing at that.
He wasn't dangerous, he was about four emotionally and as we found out later… homeless. So he lives with us now, because of this the assholes at school give me a lot of shit. They don't know what he is, just that he'll cry if you call him a freak long enough, bastards. A shadow outside my window caught my eye.
"Oh great," Hera groaned, "I hate foreshadowing." Well your screwed I thought to myself this entire book is one great heap of it one after another.
"Annabeth," I muttered. What was she doing here early; we were supposed to spend time together after school. I invited her up because I was considering fessing up about Luke. I didn't think I could though, I didn't know if I could talk about it.
Hermes voice shook as he read the part about his son.
"Chiron wants me to keep you away from camp for as long as possible," Mom said after hugging me good morning. I sighed and looked at Tyson, what was I going to do with him when I went back to camp? I didn't want anyone to hurt him.
"Well that's a rock and a hard place," Dionysus muttered, "Because even if he did, there wouldn't be a lot of people that would be anything less than cruel to him."
"Percy could persuade them to act differently," Hestia said confidently. I however hesitated on agreeing, mortals were some of the cruellest beings in existence.
"I'll pack after school," I responded. Annabeth, I suddenly thought. Was she here to keep me form going or to get me there quicker? Mom glanced at the clock and shooed us out the door.
"Knowing Annabeth, probably help him get there quicker," Athena said thoughtfully.
"I don't think so, she strikes me as someone that would disobey Chiron," I responded.
"Yes, but if she didn't know and was chased by monsters since leaving home, then she would," Hera said logically. Athena beamed at her and she, shakily returned the smile.
"Hey freaks," a guy shouted at us. You'd think by now that I am able to name these assholes, but the fact was I simply didn't care enough to remember their names. One spoilt little rich boy acting like he's the most badass thing to walk the earth and you've seen them all.
"If they get to annoying I'll turn them into jack lopes and hunt them," Artemis said staunchly, "Cause I refuse to listen to a bunch of pre-adolescent boys cause trouble." At least I wasn't the only one to muffle my laughter at the irony of Artemis defending a boy.
"Don't listen to him," I assured Tyson as he began to sniffle, "He's a dumb-ass."
"Well that's one way to deal with it," Hermes chuckled, "I wonder whose kid the Cyclopes is?"
"OMG, wouldn't it be totally cool if Tyson was Percy's brother," Aphrodite squealed, "And then they could go to camp and Percy wouldn't be alone, cause he'd be sharing a cabin."
"Yeah, it doesn't work like that in real life," Athena said. Now would it be ironic if she were wrong.
"What did you call me?" he demanded. Something that has more syllables than you have brain-cells I thought. "Hey I'm talking to you. Just you wait until gym, my new friends and me are gonna pulverise you. There from Detroit."
"Oh, yes, because he totally can't scare the crap out of us," Apollo said sarcastically, "He's really going to be scared of people from Detroit."
"Fuck my life," I murmured. Just what I need right now cannibalistic giants, not to mention that Annabeth was running around here somewhere, I'd have to figure out what to do about Tyson and I was going to miss Broke Girls…. Fuck. My. Life.
"He sounds like his most upset about missing his TV show," Hestia exclaimed, "Why am I not surprised?" Was this good for me, or bad? Hell, maybe he's like Poseidon. Percy could be the type of person that grows on you.
"From what I know about my son, it's a definite possibility," Poseidon said tiredly, I pecked him on the cheek and he grinned… manipulative bastard.
The school Tyson and I went to was a 'progressive' school, which meant teachers wore what they wanted, we called them by there first names and sat in beanbag chairs instead of at desks. Which if they weren't complete and utter morons would have been really cool. There idea of assessment was to have us play unsupervised in the playground after reading 'Lord of the files'.
"If Percy could be fucked with these idiots I'd be getting popcorn and watching the smack down," Hestia chirped.
"Aunty H, after this well go watch cage fighting," Ares promised. The things that happen in this family… they didn't bare speculating on.
Gym wasn't going to be fun, thanks to my little trip through time and space, changing the way I see the world the mist wasn't a problem. This meant that I was able to sword up for the impending confrontation. No dirty jokes please.
There was many snorts of suppressed laughter, many, many snorts.
"Does anybody else need something more said about time and space," Athena said, "Because it's driving me nuts not knowing."
"Yeah, well I'm not looking again," Apollo said shortly. No, I don't expect that he would be.
The giants quickly spiralled out of control. Why people didn't realise that they had written names like Marrow-sucker, Bone-Cruncher and Gods forbid, Joe-Bob. Dodge ball just took on a camp intensity.
"Is no one else worried?" Athena said. We just looked at her strangely.
"Why?" Dionysus finally asked.
"Because fighting in a gym full of mortals with cannibalistic giants made him think, 'Oh, this is just like camp'" she responded, "Seriously, we send our kids here?" We all shifted uncomfortably.
"We will destroy you Percy Jackson, for Kronos," the ugliest said throwing the squishy ball with enough force to crash a hole in the wall. I have never been so happy to have Tyson present than I was at that moment.
"Yeah, there is nothing better that Cyclopes help when you're in trouble," Poseidon said seriously.
"Tell me about it," Hephaestus agreed, "I would be so behind without them."
"They smell funny," he said scrunching up his nose at the giants and catching balls aimed at the other students. My brain was working overtime; we had to get the mortal out of here before they became giant food. Not matter how amusing it would be to see some of the assholes eaten.
"No, no Percy, let the bad mortals be eaten," Hera cooed. My sister is freaking scary, on every level… I wonder why Zeus married her?
"I long for the days where you weren't a psycho," I said. She just looked at me as if to say, 'You… are worried about my craziness? Fuck me'
"You guys aren't from Detroit," the idiot from this morning yelped.
"I never would have guessed," Hermes said, his voice laden with sarcasm.
"Tyson, get everybody out of here," I said quietly. He nodded in childlike understanding and started ushering out everybody out and catching or diverting any stray balls that came their way.
"He really is different for a Cyclopes? Isn't he?" Hephaestus grunted. (Does anyone else hate it when people grunt? It's like please, speak properly.)
I looked around the room and quickly found what I was looking for, a drinking fountain. It rattled ominously before exploding, blowing a hole right though the wall. I concentrated on wrapping the water around their feet and downing them long enough for me to kill them.
"I think," Ares said slowly, smiling, "That, that is cheating."
"Nephew dearest," Hestia said in the sweet way that she used to before we started reading these books, "Who really gives a fuck?"
"I'll never get used to that," Zeus muttered. Me either.
"What is going on," the couch shouted finally wising up to what was going on. Unfortunately I was the only one standing in the room that was flooded and suitably exploded.
"Ah, that can't be good," Apollo said. Artemis just face-palmed.
"Percy, run," Annabeth's hand grasped my hand and tugged me out of the building through the giant hole in the wall, Tyson running after us.
"Annabeth isn't going to be happy about that," Athena said tiredly. She better not cause trouble, I grumbled internally.
"Nice to see you… or not-see you wise girl," I said chuckling. She whipped off the Yankees baseball cap of invisibility and sneered at Tyson.
"This is going to wind up like when she tried to hate Percy for being a son of Poseidon," Hermes said, "Isn't it?"
"I reckon so," Aphrodite answered, "This should be amusing."
"What is that doing here," she stated prissily, reminding me of the first time I had met her. Not a pleasant experience.
"I'll deny I ever said this, but I'm happy that my daughter and your son are friends," Athena said to Poseidon. There was dead silence….
"Please tell me that you saw that coming and got it on video?" Hermes asked Apollo. Apollo nodded as we listened to the playback in awe. This... this was going on YouTube.
"Annabeth," I said harshly, she flinched. "This is Tyson, he's a friend of mine. Didn't we have a talk about discrimination before?"
"Ten drachma's she apologises," I said cheerfully.
"Ten she doesn't, her mother is one of the stubbornness people to ever grace the planet," Poseidon responded as Athena harrumphed.
"Sorry Percy, I've just had bad experiences with Cyclopes," she admitted. I just stared at her; she didn't seem to be getting the idea.
"Thank you," I said holding out my hand, but Poseidon just smirked.
"Don't have ten on me, I could give it to you later," he said cheekily, "Or you can take it out in trade." The rest of the room had one of three reactions, cooing, wolf whistling or face-palming.
"I'm not the one that you should be apologising to," I said, she blushed in shame before turning to Tyson.
"Good, she knows when she's wrong," Zeus said, "That is the most common problem with your children, they always want to be right and can't admit that thy aren't."
"Your one to talk, Drama King," I teased, successfully cutting of the rage filled rant that Athena was about to unload on us.
"I'm sorry," she said through gritted teeth. She knew it was the right thing to do but what ever she had suffered at the hands of other Cyclopes had made her a little irrational. It was okay though she would get over it eventually and wind up a better person for it.
"I hate it when he's right," Athena mumbled.
"Well get prepared to hate him non-stop, then," Hestia said, "Because he's almost always right." Ouch, that's going to take some getting used to. Especially for the us in the book, that isn't forewarned.
"Can I go with you?" he asked adorably. Annabeth hesitated before nodding, which was when I actually looked at her properly. She was cover in monster dust, dirty and even a little bit of blood.
"Is she alright?" Athena asked. Nobody answered, because nobody knew.
"Camps in a little more trouble than Chiron is letting on, huh?" I asked. She told us about all the trouble that she'd been facing on her way from San Francisco as we made our way out of there. It sounded like Luke was just starting up.
"It's fine," Apollo murmured to Hermes. He had turned pale at the mention of his son. I didn't know which was worse, if Luke was doing everything of his own free will or if it was all Kronos forcing him. I could even begin to imagine how he felt.
"We need to get to camp," she said. I nodded; Clarisse had left two nights ago. She paid Mom to watch the girls for the summer, just don't tell Mom because she was against payment and wasn't aware she was receiving it. "I really didn't want to do this but were going to have to call the Grey sisters, got a drachma?"
"I wonder what's going on at camp?" Dionysus asked. We looked at him for a moment in stark disbelief. He hated camp; I thought he would like it if it burnt to the ground. "What?" he demanded, "I have children there to, dumb fucks."
With that he snatched up the book and began reading.
Done, sorry it took so long. Review and tell me what you think? Oh and thinking of righting a fanfiction series, Freaking out the Romans, where the Romans read instead of the Gods.
