Title: Silver Lightning

Author: Izzy Blackwell

Genre: Romance, Adventure, Family

Rating: T

Pairing: Sherlock/ John Greg/Molly Mycroft/Anthea

Warning: Slash, violence, implied sexual content.

Summary: Zeus's daughter has gone missing near Scotland so Hera commands John, son of Apollo and Greg, son of Athena to go and rescue her. But they have to hide all this from Sherlock and he's not happy, nope, he's jealous actually, as is Mycroft.

Chapter Three: Here on out


John woke up at his usual time. Knowing Sherlock, it didn't matter if he tried waking up earlier to try to sneak out. He needed to act as normal as possible to try to keep Sherlock away.

When he walked down though there wasn't anyone there. Looking around to make sure there really wasn't anyone there, John took a moment to worry. Could it be that Sherlock was actually going to listen to him? Nope. There was no chance. No demigod had that kind of luck in times like these.

With a sigh John grabbed his coat and went down the stairs. Just before exiting the flat he considered if he should use the Mist now or wait until later.

Later he decided. Since he wasn't going to go to work anyway John decided to walk some of the way here.

.:~*~:.

"Damn that's cold...I will never get used to Shadow travel," Percy said as he hopped off of Mrs. O'Leary. Nico followed suit. Though he could Shadow Travel by himself, using a hell hound saved his energy.

"You get used to it," Nico commented as he looked around.

"Doubt it. Not all of us adapt to the cold like you do Ghost King," Percy replied.

"Don't you readjust your body temperature when you go into the water?" Nico challenged.

"That's different. I can't feel anything wrong with the waters temperature. It's all good to me," Percy shrugged.

"Whatever Nemo. Lets start looking around," Nico said.

"Right," Percy said getting into leader mode. "Remind me again who are we looking for?"

He was just told by his father that soon he'd be helping out Hades's son with a quest, that he needed to be careful. Not just of monsters but of who he trusted. Whoever they were dealing with was complicated and had the Gods on edge.

"Daughter of Zeus," Nico replied as they walked through an open field.

"I doubt you're talking about Thalia," Percy said.

"Nope. Zeus has another demigod child but this one's different," Nico answered.

"Different how?" Percy asked.

"Her mother was a witch," Nico said.

Percy frowned, "Isn't Hazel's mother a witch too? What makes this demigod different?"

"Hazel's mother isn't really a witch...not in that sense anyway. She could see through the mist and was sort of a Seer. An Oracle...this demigod's mother was an actual Harry-Potter-kind of witch," Nico replied.

"Mix that with Zeus's blood and powers and you have one heck of a threat that most likely has the Gods on edge," Percy said.

"Right. Because dad was barely allowed up in Olympus he's still a bit of a freelancer. He's heard what the other Gods have to say and think but he's not on the same page as them. He and your father and Zeus know more than they're leading on. My father only told me what was necessary. The less we know the better, according to him. But what he did tell me...we'll find our answers if we find this demigod," Nico explained.

"If?" Percy asked.

"Like you said. Gods on edge...let us hope there's a demigod to rescue," Nico said with a grim expression. Then he shook his head, "Isn't Thalia supposed to be here? Helping us find this demigod?"

"She'll meet us here. She had a bit to do for Artemis before coming here. She said to meet at Stone Henge. That's were one of the portals is," Percy replied.

"We're losing time just standing here. You go to Stone Henge and wait for her and then have Mrs. O'Leary find me. I'll start looking around for any possible sign of anything out of the ordinary," Nico said.

"I don't know if you should go alone," Percy said worried.

"Don't worry about it. I'll be fine. I'm just going to look around. We can't waist time. We have no idea what this is. Could be serious, could be nothing. We won't know until we find out. Find Thalia, then come find me." Nico said and then walked under the closest tree and disappeared under its shadow.

.:~*~:.

Sherlock knew that he was walking on very thin ice right now.

After everything he pulled to keep John safe from Moriarty and his men, Sherlock knew he's broken their friendship. Well, perhaps not broken, but at least hurt it. Hurt it very badly.

When John made the proposition of forgiving Sherlock completely, his heart soared with hope. After going practically his whole life being a self proclaimed sociopath, meeting idle people who he mostly deleted afterwards, to going as far as saying he hated about a third of the worlds population for being stupid, his feelings for John confused him.

But despite what he feels(he's in denial that he's in love or anything near that), he can't risk just letting John go into any situation blindly after everything he's done to keep him safe.

Which was why he was following John from a safe distance.

It was pretty normal from their usual routine. John woke up at his usual time and got ready without delay or hurry. Of course Sherlock made himself scarce.

Before going to work though John stopped by his old hotel where he stayed before sharing a flat with Sherlock. Once he made sure the coast was clear, he followed John inside. Using the reflection of one of the windows as he hid in a hallway adjacent to where John was, Sherlock was a bit confused as to what John was getting.

That wasn't the only odd thing however. The person behind the counter was fuzzy. Sherlock didn't know how else to explain it. It was as if he, someone who didn't need glasses, suddenly donned on a pair for someone with terrible eyesight. The person was blurred with that feeling and it was causing Sherlock's mind to hurt, but he kept on looking. For John. What confused him was that the blurry lady behind the counter handed John a pair of Dog Tags.

After stashing his dog tags carefully into his breast pocket John jogged a bit of the way to work. Instead of going into Surgery, John walked right past there and headed for the parking garage next to the hospital.

John walked in and what puzzled the hell out of Sherlock was that after walking passed a pillar, John vanished!

.:~*~:.

"What is it you see?" a raspy ancient voiced asked.

"The Gods have sent the son of Apollo and Son of Athena to search for the Daughter of Lightning who the prophecies speaks of..." a monster replied.

"There is more. What else is there?"

"The son of Hades and the son of Poseidon have arrived, but it's the son of Hades that approaches the Lightning Child sooner."

"What needs to be done?"

"Without the Death Demigod, the son of Poseidon will be lost."

"What of the adult demigods?"

"They are strong but have a metaphorical Achilles heel that can be used to your advantage my lord."

"What?"

"Mortals...oh how they care for some mortals. Capture them...imprison them...hold them with the Lightning Child..."

There was a crackling of evil laughter that made the ground shake, "Make it so..."

.:~*~:.

Anthea(real name is classified unless necessary), was given the duty of watching over Sherlock while Mycroft was too busy actually doing the government's work. It was probably the only time she wasn't using her mobile.

It wasn't watching over Sherlock that was the tricky part, it was keeping the Holmes brothers from asking too much questions about two certain demigods.

She thanks the Mist every day for it's powers. When either John or Greg go out to do something supernatural they always use the Mist(thank the Gods), but there are somethings that happen that needed her input.

Like how either man would be walking and as they passed a blind stop for what should have been a second, they disappeared completely. Anthea knows that it's the Gods work that they're doing, and can't help her boss's(and somewhat lover), obsession of keeping tabs on anyone important to his little brother, but damn if it didn't irritate her when she couldn't give Mycroft a good enough answer. She only felt a bit guilty when she used her Persuasion Speak to get John and Greg out of trouble. She thanks her mother profoundly for such a gift.

She was aware of both John's and Greg's trip to New York. There was a bit of an uproar as far as rumors went. She didn't know the details but she knew enough. John and Greg are on a quest, and they'll need her help if they wish to keep their secret(and hers as well) a secret for much longer.

She sat in the office with monitors following both John and Greg, and apparently Sherlock as well.

John was of course oblivious(though she knew he knew deep down) that Sherlock was following him. Then John uses the Mist to cover himself and a portal in the Garage to get to Stone Henge. In order to keep them safe, as well as Sherlock, her boss, and perhaps England, if not the world, she'll need to ask the details of the quest and help any which way she can.

Then her mobile started beeping, which practically gave her a heart attack. She tentatively picked it up and gasped in horror. She quickly turned to the computers and began typing, but all that did was prove her horror.

Giants, snake monsters, and other creatures in all three cameras. In the Garage where John just jumped a portal to, snatching Sherlock. One in the morgue at St. Bart's shoving one Molly Hooper to the ground where she hits her head and is unconscious. And the worst to her, in a private building office, where a witch just killed everyone except Mycroft, but knocked him out and carried him someplace.

Anthea ran towards the car, ignoring the driver and getting in herself. She needed help, and help was in Stone Henge.

.:~*~:.

"What shall we do with them?"

"Use the woman and the older one to distract those pathetic heroes at Stone Henge."

"And the thin one?"

"He will be brought to the caves...with the Lightning Child. He is the clarity she needs."

"Clarity my lord?"

"She has great power, and she can find greater power, but the ancient witches have cloaked this ancient magic very carefully. With the blood of a god and blood of a witch, the Lightning Child will be able to see, but she needs the eyes of a mortal to see through, for magic eyes are forbidden to lay witness to such magic."

"What makes this mortal so special my lord?"

"His mind...What used to be his greatest asset will become his downfall."

"Any special treatment to these mortals, sir?"

The ancient one smirked, "Let them see..."

.:~*~:.

Sherlock at first blinked about 134 times, but then refused to blink at all.

His kept telling himself that his mind had been playing tricks on him, but that didn't seem to be the case. He hadn't been drugged, he hadn't taken any drugs, and never has this happened to him before so he doubts it's because of this sleeping and eating habits.

A creature...a real mythical creature had attacked him, and dragged him like a rag doll towards some underground cave whose entrance opened up magically in front of him in the middle of that Garage.

He's placed in a cage that is then hovered over a magma pit.

He's a bit stunned to comment. It takes a minute before he starts looking around for details. From anything he can remember that wasn't deleted for what he thought was irrelevant and useless, these monsters are Greek.

From his angle and height he can't tell much other than that. He really is out of his element. Sherlock Holmes was a man of science, not myth. He closes his eyes and does some breathing exercises. Panicking will do nothing but cause trouble for him. He needed to stay calm. With his eyes closed he can tell that they go from speaking English with an America accent(odd), to Greek, to just snarling and hissing at one another.

Hours seem to pass by. Time is odd there. At some point he can't be sure if it's been days or hours or minutes.

But he's tired, his head is throbbing, he's actually hungry so it might have actually been days.

His cage is lowered and he's manhandled out of it. He's then dragged, but it didn't matter if he kept his eyes opened or not. Things were fuzzy, some creatures, though he knew were right in front of him, were as if they weren't there. He hated this place. His eyes weren't useful, so his mind wasn't either. Oh, what a sickening feeling.

He's then shoved into a room. This one much cooler. Sherlock rubbed his eyes and tried, now out of habit not actual need, to deduce anything useful from the the room. Once his eyes had adjusted though he saw that he wasn't the only prisoner. He also saw that he was getting the royal treatment compared to the other inmate.

It was a girl, barely in her twenties, black hair, pale skin. There were a set of keys on her side and one of them belonged to a Chevy car, so she's American. Her clothes were torn, dirtied, and bloody...oh God the blood.

Sherlock has seen some pretty sick things with the criminals he's gone after. He's seen some true evil when he faced Moriarty. But this...this was completely out of the pages of Steven Kings mixed with Edgar Allen Po...

The girl was being sustained in midair by a pair of bear traps enclosing each of her wrist. Digging into her skin, her pale skin getting paler as fresh crimson, yet darkening black blood gushes from the wounds. She was in a spread eagle position, her ankles too, had a bear trap each. Her mouth seemed to be gagged by a cloth with some sort of chemical that burned her skin, almost literally by the vapors that let out every now and then. If that wasn't bad enough, she had wooden stakes stabbed through her abdomen.

Normally Sherlock wouldn't have felt any emotions, but by her wounds, and scars, and tears in her clothes, he could see her fight. And damn if she didn't put up a fight. All that, just to end up like this. People die every day, and will continue to die. That's what people do...

That's what humans were born to do. He's seen many others die. Some have even died at his hand. But this was different. These actual monsters did this to this girl, and for once, Sherlock feels a tinge of sympathy.

Maybe it's because he doesn't understand these monsters, and if he can't then she couldn't either. Having to die without understanding, and at the hands of things that are supposed to be just story!

"You aren't tied up?" a weak voice from the dark corner asked.

Sherlock stood up and walked toward the voice. It was another kid, a teenage boy. What the bloody hell was going on?

"No," Sherlock replied as he helped the boy who was just tied up.

Once free the boy stood up and stared at Sherlock with confusion.

"You're mortal," the boy stated, though it was phrased like a question.

"I am..." Sherlock replied slowly.

The boy shook his head, "You shouldn't be here."

"I don't think any one should," Sherlock said, looking back at the girl.

"Shit! Right...help me get her down," the boy said.

"What's the point? Even if we can escape, it'll be impossible to get passed these monsters with her body," Sherlock said, and even he knew that was insensitive.

"She's still alive," the boy said.

"That's impossible! If those injuries didn't kill her, then she should have bled out by now," Sherlock protested.

"Impossible? You just said monsters, so I guess you can see through the Mist. Look, I don't have time to explain everything to you. I can get us all out, but first we need to get her down," the boy said.

"Alright. What do we do?" Sherlock asked.

"You're tall. While I hold her up, you remove the bear traps from her wrist and then from her ankles," the boy instructed and then went to hold up the girl.

Sherlock couldn't help but wince as he removed the traps. If the girl was really still alive, he didn't know if that was worse than being dead. These wounds looked painful, he didn't want to think about how they felt.

"Who is she?" Sherlock asked.

"Her name's Luna. She's got information that many want...I guess they were trying to get it out of her. Seeing that she's still alive, she didn't give it to them. My names Nico by the way. Nico DiAngelo," the boy introduced himself.

"Sherlock...Sherlock Holmes," Sherlock said as he finished removing the ankle traps. Luna's body collapsed into Nico's hold. "Alright Nico...how do we get out?"

Nico walked back toward the darkened corner and held out his hand, "Hang on."

Sherlock took his hand with a confused look, but suddenly darkness overtook his vision, but he didn't pass out. He was very much awake, and felt as if he were just dunked into a freezing cold lake in the middle of winter after being in an ice box for a few hours.

When there was light again and Sherlock could see once more, he lost balance completely fell to the ground.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Shadow Travel does that to a lot of people...some even vomit," Nico commented.

"Where...where?" Sherlock couldn't even speak successfully yet.

"Don't worry...it's safe here. We're in a safe house at the edge of London. You got your sea legs yet? I need a little help here." Nico said.

Sherlock nodded and stood up after taking a few deep breaths.

"What do you need?" Sherlock asked.

"Stay here, hold her up. I need to get some supplies. I'll be back," Nico said as he ran off and came back just as quick.

He placed the supplies on the side of Luna that Sherlock wasn't using. Nico knelt in front of her and cupped her face, "Luna...Luna can you hear me? It's me, Nico. I need you at least semi-conscious...that's all I need. Semi-conscious..."

"N'co..."

"Atta girl...this is going to hurt, but we need to remove these stakes. But first I'm going to give you some ambrosia and nectar alright?" Nico asked as he took out a small bento box and opened it. He fed somethings to her which she slowly took.

"Okay Sherlock...we're going to pull those things out," Nico said.

"I'm not a lover of hospitals but I really think she needs one," Sherlock said with a frown.

"I know, but we can't. She's weak, I know, but those monsters really want her, and leaving here is far more dangerous than her dying on us," Nico said with a frown of his own.

"...Are you sure she won't die?" Sherlock asked.

Nico gave him a bit of a smirk, "Trust me Sherlock...I know about Death."

Sherlock nodded and did what Nico told him. Together they managed to remove all of the stakes, as painfully gruesome as it was, and bandage her up. Miraculously, she didn't die after all. Nico fed her some more, but not too much of that stuff.(Could it be actual nectar and ambrosia?)

They gently placed her on the couch and let her rest.

"Where are were exactly?" Sherlock asked.

"Safe house...protected by ancient magic," Nico replied as he cleaned off some of this weapons which Sherlock just noticed.

"Who are you...really?" Sherlock asked.

Nico sighed, "You really are mortal, right?"

Sherlock nodded, "Last I checked."

"Well I'm not. I'm only half mortal...my father is Hades." Nico said carefully.

Sherlock didn't reply but didn't look like he completely rejected the idea. He was just overlooking everything that's happened.

"Why was I taken?" Sherlock finally asked.

Nico averted his gaze.

"You know what's going on...so tell me! Why was I taken? You and her I understand. You're both demigods right?" Nico nodded, "But me? Until today I considered this nothing but myth and story...so why take me?"

Nico sighed, "You're going to find out soon enough I guess. You're a bargaining chip."

"A what?"

"A bargaining chip...once the heroes made their move the monsters who captured you would have used you to to strike a deal," Nico answered.

"I...I don't understand. Why me exactly?" Sherlock asked.

Nico rubbed his hand over his face, "The hero sent to find Luna...He's the son of Apollo..."

"Yes? So?"

"I'm going to give you some characteristics of Apollo that he may pass down to his children. Feel free to tell me if he reminds you of anyone you know. He's the god of healing, was known for carrying around a golden bow and unlimited quiver of golden arrows and is one hell of a shot. He bright and warm, and has blonde hair and blue eyes..."

Sherlock's eyes widened, "John..."

Once again Sherlock replays everything in his mind, this time everything he remembers John telling him, and suddenly...everything made more sense.

"Where is he? Is he fighting these monsters?" Sherlock demanded, paling at the thought of John going up against these creatures.

"Don't worry. He's fine. He'll run into some friends of mine and be here within the next day or two. They've had a field day as well," at Sherlock's face Nico hurried to explained, "Other mortals were kidnapped too. They were all being held at Stone Henge were my friends were going, as well as John and his partner."

"Partner?" Sherlock spat, "I'm his partner!"

"His demigod partner. There's another demigod that's helping him on the quest of looking for Luna," Nico replied.

"...Lestrade!" Sherlock hissed, remembering how oddly chummy those two have been since John's disappearance.

"Yes well, compared to what they could have fought, the monsters that they did fight weren't too powerful. Plus they had numbers on their side. Then helped arrived from what I've been told...they're were driven to safety. They're currently at another safe house that belongs to Aphrodite. I'll send them a message letting them know we're okay and they can come over whenever it's safe. I'm sure they're worried about you." Nico explained.

"Why would anyone other than John be worried?" Sherlock asked.

"From what my sources told me those mortals kidnapped, knew you. I have no idea what's going on, but sadly, from now on, you, a miss Molly Hooper, and I presume your brother Mycroft Holmes are now involved in the Greek Mythology world...welcome," Nico said the last part with sarcasm.

"You should get fed and rest up...it only gets weirder from here on out."


I know about the whole demigods and technology thing but Anthea without her mobile? Impossible! I've got an explanation in the future so don't fret!

Like I realized how perfect a son of Apollo John was, and Greg of Athena, I realized how perfect Anthea would be as a daughter of Aphrodite! So I needed to switch some of the pairings. Still Sherlock/John, but now it's Greg/Molly and Mycroft/NotAnthea

And I finally had enough money to get my own copy of "The Serpent's Shadow"! Haven't started because I wanted to update!

So...um...please review :)