I've been gone for ages! Work went well, though, so that's all good. Offered a part time job! Score! Okay, hope you'll all review (I got a load later than usual. Maybe I should just keep back chapters.) Seems to get me more reviews. Hmmm… It's okay, I'll still go fast. Please review and the Poll, please do the poll. You get 3 choices! Funny thing: Percy's winning, which I didn't suspect. Thought Luke would lead or Apollo (who I got some great feedback for, which is great. Worked a long time on Apollo. And yes, that lisp buggered my computer. Happy you understood it though. Please review and its Medusa time! Oh, and due to popular demand, a whole more of Percabeth!
"My hair is, like, totally soaked!"
Grover whined. "Do you guys know how long it took to get it straightened?"
Percy shook his head. He didn't know. "No, how long Grover?"
"Like, hours."
Annabeth grinned, before catching Percy's eye and blushing. Percy wondered about that, but he was having trouble trying to stop his hair falling in his eyes. Stupid hair, Percy thought as he brushed it away again.
The bus had just got hit by a lightning bolt for no real reason, so they had to walk through the rain. Percy had a note in his pocket, (it had just appeared there), but it said very little. Just: "Call me."
Annabeth was still trying to figure out what it meant.
Annabeth stopped, crashing into Grover, who fell over, getting mud all over his jeans.
"Noooo! These were Gucci!"
Percy hauled a screaming Grover off the floor. "What is it Annabeth?"
Annabeth started sniffing, but she didn't need to. Percy could smell it, clear enough.
"Are those hamburgers?" Percy asked, walking away from Grover and looking heroically awesome as the camera panned out.
Grover noticed this too and got into a tritagonist pose, slightly behind Annabeth, but very visible.
Heroic music started playing.
"What's that music?" Annabeth asked, looking behind her.
Grover turned off his IPod and put it away. "Sorry, felt like we needed music."
"At least it wasn't 'Katy Perry'," Percy muttered.
Grover heard him, or at least part of it, because suddenly 'Teenage Dream' was blaring.
Annabeth gritted her teeth and tried to ignore it. "So, Percy, what do you think we should do?" She looked at him expectantly.
Percy looked to see if she meant another Percy, but he was the only one there.
"Err, let's go check it out."
"Auntie Em's Garden Gnome Emporium?" Grover read out.
"Sounds tacky," Percy muttered.
"Sounds fucked up," Grover agreed.
Annabeth made her way up to the door.
"Guys!" Grover hissed.
Both Percy and Annabeth turned around. "What?"
Grover shrugged, his hair fast becoming an afro. "It sounds like a trap."
Annabeth nodded. "Yeah, yeah it does, but they have cheeseburgers, so who cares?"
She went up and knocked on the door.
Percy pushed his hair out of his face again, before squaring his shoulders and trying to act poor and helpless.
The door opened, and a tall woman dressed in a veil that came down to her feet (Middle Eastern?) looked down at them.
Percy barely had time to register the elegant hands, before she let out a scream of excitement.
"Poseidon? Is that you?" She asked happily.
Percy was weirded out again, even more so than discovering his friend was gay (Grover had told him on the bus, as if he didn't know that already), his teacher turning into a horse, and discovering he could control water and stuff. Ergh, and Luke sharing a blanket with him. He'd never forget that.
"Err, I'm Per-"
"-seidon," Auntie Em (it had to be her) finished. "Don't you remember me?"
Percy groaned. His dad really had been a bit of a man slut; first his mom, now some random Gnome lady.
She looked at him. "It's me, Medusa."
Percy blanched.
Annabeth started to choke.
Grover fainted.
Medusa looked at Grover. "Is that… Pan! I though you were dead!"
Percy looked at Grover, pointing over his shoulder. "Who? Grover?"
Annabeth hit Percy's arm. Percy looked at her, but so too did Medusa.
Her eyes narrowed (or Percy was guessing they did). "Athena." She stated.
Annabeth looked like she was going to be visibly sick.
"No, she's not Athena!" Percy pleaded, not quite sure why he was saying this.
Medusa didn't seem to be able to understand either. "What do you mean Possy?"
Percy cringed at the pet name, but knew he had to buy time. "Can I talk to my… family, Meddy?"
She smiled through her veil. "Of course, Possy. Oh, and I know why you don't want to use that other pet name." She meowed like a cat, before winking.
Percy wasn't sure what was going on, but he sure as hell was going to find out.
He dragged Annabeth and Grover aside. He looked at Annabeth.
"Okay, what is this all about? And is that, the Medusa, like turn you to stone, one?"
Annabeth was more pale than he'd ever seen her. "Yes."
Grover came round. "She thinks I'm Pan!"
Percy looked around. "Who the Hades is Pam?"
Annabeth shook her head. "Just some loser satyr god who no-one cares about. He tried to get his old fame back by being lost, but no-one really cares about looking for him. Sort of like 'I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here.'"
Grover piped in. "It's true. To be given a searcher's license is a punishment. To spend your whole life looking for some dead guy. I mean, who cares?"
Percy nodded. "Great, one down. Now why the hell am I calling her Meddy?"
Annabeth scowled as if she was jealous. "Your dad used to go out with that slut. My mom found them in her temple, turned her into a monster, exactly why she was so angry to see," she did air quotations, "'Athena', i.e., me."
Percy nodded. "But if we just tell her we're demigods…"
"Then she'll turn us to stone." Annabeth supplied. "Our protection is the fact she thinks we're immortal otherwise she would have killed me there and then. No, I'm thinking we get in, win her trust, then kill her. But how…?" Annabeth looked at Percy slyly. "Hey, Percy? How'd you like to really meet Medusa?..."
Percy was clean and groomed by Grover and his handy Ken/Barbie make up kit and sent off.
Sure, Annabeth was so jealous that Medusa was stealing her Percy (she could get her own), but she was willing to overlook it because she'd be dead soon. And it really was no surprise that Percy was being mistaken for a God. He looked like one, and he reeked of even more power than before. You almost vibrated in his presence, but in a very willing way. Annabeth thought back to the Sex Ed classes the Nymphs had taught her and wondered if she was old enough to apply it into context yet.
They made their way up to the door, plan formulated.
Percy was now Poseidon. He'd flirt and get Medusa to go to dinner with him, then kill her.
Athena (Annabeth) and Pan (Grover) would be his crew and watch his back for him.
Percy made his way back up to Medusa.
Medusa looked at him, before inviting him in, taking his hand.
"So, Possy, why are you so young? You must be eleven?"
Percy smiled an eye shattering smile (which Annabeth's heart rate seemed to hit astronomical levels from) which stopped Medusa and everyone else in their tracks.
"Well," he began, his voice coming out deep (for a twelve year old), soothing and rich, so persuasive, he could have asked everyone in the room to eat each other and Annabeth wouldn't have even got a fork out. Then she could have that little Sex Ed moment with Percy…
She snapped herself out of it.
"I was fully grown, but you, Medusa, you turned me back to what I am in your presence; a child, not worthy of your love or beauty."
Medusa melted as he took her hand. Funny thing was, she could see Percy's face, disbelieving, not quite sure how he was doing any of this. He didn't know how powerful he was, and not just in his water abilities.
"Should I take my veil off, my love?" Medusa asked. "So you can see me properly?"
The rooms tension levels heated up. But Percy deflected it once again.
"No, my love. I'd rather wait until tonight."
Annabeth nearly drew her knife. She wished Percy would promise her sex!
She could just imagine it:
Percy and Annabeth were all grown up, no Medusa, no Grover, just them. Percy was looking fantastic in his tux, towering over her, no, not that much, yes, little bit less, perfect, he was taller than her by quite a bit but not to the extent he'd sit on her accidently. She was, no shorter, yes, perfect.
Okay, he kissed her hand. And led them over to a table.
"You're looking beautiful tonight, Annabeth." He told her, his voice a deep purr, suggesting greater things in a few hours.
But Annabeth was all dressed up, a knock out, and confident. No flustering for her.
"I'm glad you think so Perseus. I could say the same for you."
She picked up her glass of diet coke, watching as Perseus looked down, his black hair falling in his eye. She reached over and brushed it out of his face, feeling the silky texture before trying to withdraw her hand. Perseus grabbed it, before kissing her hand, starting to move up her arm.
Things were moving much faster than Annabeth thought they might. Perseus got up from the table, taking her with him, moving his kisses up her neck (and they felt like miniature explosions, by the way) before reaching her lips. Annabeth's hands went for his shirt-
"So, Possy, we shall go into the other room. Pan and bitch face can wait here."
ARRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! FUCK YOU MEDUSA! Annabeth almost screamed. She'd just gotten to the good part of her sex dream and she'd been interrupted! She fumed as Percy went walking into the dining area with Medusa.
Percy didn't know how it was working… but it was.
Medusa was eating up the flattery, completely forgetting Percy couldn't see anything behind her veil (thankfully).
Another problem: Percy thought he'd just promised her sex. Now, besides the fact he considered himself too young, he didn't want to do anything with this monster. Let alone if she looked at him and turned him into stone. That would be the last straw. Stuck, eternally, naked, in gods know what pose. That would really suck.
She led him to a table, plastic, with hamburgers and fries on the table. Percy sat down as she went and brought out a dinner table delicacy: Milkshake.
She poured it in like a fine wine, and Percy just had to smile like this was all normal.
Finally Medusa sat down and started eating, with a knife and fork, and Percy was obliged to do the same.
"So," Percy began, remembering he was Poseidon, "how have you been?"
"Oh, just killing this guy and that guy."
Percy tried to smile. Great… "Yeah, you're still fiery." Percy thought is sounded lame, but Medusa sucked it up.
"My question to you…" Medusa said. "Why are you travelling with that bitch and the tree hugger?"
"What? Annab- Athena? Oh, well-"
"I thought you hated her? She ruined me and you're 'chillin' with her?"
"Well, A.) No-one uses 'Chillin' and B.) Yeah, I suppose."
Medusa looked angry, and Percy knew what he'd just said.
"Look, love, it's not because-"
"Love? You promised never to call ME THAT AGAIN!"
Hades, Percy's dad had really woven himself a relationship net. Little wonder he didn't return into it.
"Yeah, sorry. It's been over 3000 years, right?"
"3000? Try 4000 you disrespectful creep!"
Percy's date was going very, very wrong. He scanned for Grover and Annabeth.
Where are you guys?
Pan (Grover) and Athena (Annabeth) looked at a milkshake machine.
"So…" Grover began, "Athena, do you like vanilla?"
"Sure Pan," Annabeth agreed. "It's quite good."
Percy's date was in the 'do not call' category.
"Wow, you're nothing like I thought you were. I mean, the pictures I took of you from the tree behind your house say nothing about your personality!" Percy tried.
"You've been stalking me!" Medusa shrieked.
"What's your name again?" Percy lost stuff when he was scared.
"Medusa!" Medusa shouted.
"Okay, calm down!" Percy shouted. "I was joking!"
Medusa calmed down and they both sat down again. Then Percy had the brilliant idea to keep the date running smoothly.
"So, my friends. Can they come watch to prove I finally scored?"
"What! That's disgusting!"
Percy was getting angry at this dominant monster lady.
"Y'know, I've had a streak of dating frigid, ugly, evil women, and judging by you, my streak is still goin'..." Percy muttered.
Medusa stood up and stared hurling stuff at Percy.
Percy was hit in the face by a burger. He hit the ground heavily, Riptide (in Pen form) skidding over the floor, out of reach.
Medusa came over Percy.
"You bastard!"
"Whoah, like, did everything just taste purple for a second?"
"ARGHH!"
Medusa tried to stamp on Percy's face, but he dodged, getting up and sprinting for his sword.
He slid over a counter as Medusa slashed at his back.
Percy hit the ground heavily, feeling his back bleeding. Percy groaned. Since when did she have talons?
Medusa gripped Percy by the throat and lifted him up.
"You can't be Poseidon! Too weak!" Medusa shrieked at him.
Percy nodded (or tried to). "You're right. I'm his son, Perseus."
She turned purple. "Then why are you here?"
"OK, I gotta be honest with you. I'm dating you because we, Annabeth , Grover and I, have this bet about who would date the ugliest chick around. I promise to give you 25% of the money if we can skip the making out and the sex."
Medusa was so stunned she dropped Percy. He rolled, scooped up Riptide, uncapped it, and jumped, swinging it around and taking her head off in one clean slice.
She started evaporating as Percy breathed heavily, dropping Riptide and leaning on his knees.
And this was all the Gods fault. Athena had created her and Dad had been bonkers enough to go out with her. Percy spied some parcel equipment and a Hermes voucher.
He wondered…
Annabeth and Grover came running in, weapons drawn.
Annabeth came closer. "Percy, what happened? Is she… dead?"
Percy looked up at her, ignoring the hair that fell in his eye.
"I need to send a package."
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