Title: Half Whose?
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not.
Summary: PG; BtVS/PJO. At least Buffy was on familiar grounds there.
Notes: Double drabble, challenge response. Contains spoilers through The Last Olympian.
Buffy was mentally listing male Greek-type names from old Gilesian lectures-- the ones she remembered, anyway-- when the elevator from the Empire State Building opened onto a gleaming walkway. Beyond it rose a mountain dressed in parks, temples, houses, and a palace: the eternal city of Olympus, currently a little worse for wear. Several buildings were undergoing reconstruction, the marble structures as crumbly as any ancient ruin she'd toured with The Immortal, hinting at recent near-apocalypse.
At least she was on familiar grounds there.
Blindingly beautiful people bustled everywhere; several nodded to Annabeth, Percy, or Chiron as they passed. No one stopped them, though, until they reached the palace gates, where a lone woman stood waiting.
Dawn froze, clutching Buffy's arm at the sight of her.
"Dawn?" Buffy prompted, but her sister-daughter simply shook her head, speechless.
Chiron halted beside them, inclining his head with respect. "Hecate."
"Heck-a what?" The name sounded weirdly familiar.
"Goddess of night, magic, and the crossroads," Percy hissed in reply. "She helped Kronos, though. What's she doing here?"
"Welcoming my daughter," Hecate answered, coolly.
Buffy gaped. Oh. Crossroads, night, magic: duh. But, still-- a goddess? That goddess?
Willow was going to freak at the news.
-6/?-