Misty Azalea Fairy: Aww I love the interactions between Koios, Kronos, and Phoebe it's such a nice change to the king and general interactions in Confused be Time. And I have a feeling this Zeus situation will be very funny. / I think that the Titans have spent so long alive that they've just learnt to get along like actual siblings. Kronos sort of like the little brother who's protected by the others even though he can beat them up. And him just putting up with them all the time because he actually sort of likes it. Yeah, the Zeus situation will be.

rhaella13: This chapter is so sweet... we get to see a somewhat softer side to the ruthless titan king. I'm like 90 percent sure that Kronos will end up with Lydia (I ship it after this chapter). Percy sent a letter to Zeus, did he? That should be entertaining xD. Is there a a latin or Greek class in their High School? Seeing Kronos sit through that class would be hilarious. The next chapter also looks depressing (all your stories make me feel sympathy for the Titans). Peter Hale is the Alpha Werewolf, right? Well. I have nothing else to right. Happy Writing / Yeah, Kronos isn't always an asshole. Unfortunately there aren't those classes, but there is some stuff involving latin in Teen Wolf. The Titans need sympathy - all they were trying to do it get back to the top, and everyone would do that if they had the chance. We'll find out who the Alpha Werewolf is this chapter :).

ShadowsClaw: Oh yikes. Great job, Percy. XD Are we going to see a high-school age Zeus? That would be hilarious. / There's a barrier around Beacon Hills, remember? Kronos said it in the first chapter.


Chapter 8

"By the way, McCall," Danny said as he picked up his pack after the game, patting Kronos on the shoulder as he did so. And Kronos didn't miss the slight tightening of Danny's hand – Jackson's other best friend was known to be gay. He smiled to himself, glancing at Scott. "Apology accepted."

"I didn't apologise," Scott said.

"Every time you got the ball tonight you passed it to me," Danny explained.

Scott shrugged. "Every time I passed the ball to you, you scored."

Danny smiled. "Apology accepted," he repeated.

"Well," Kronos mused, standing there in nothing but a towel – the same as Scott. "That went surprisingly well."

Scott nodded. "Yeah, you only nearly shifted like ten times."

Kronos scowled at him. "Call it I.E.D.," he dismissed.

"What's I.E.D.?" Scott asked.

"Intermittent Explosive Disorder," Kronos said dryly. "I get angry quickly."

Scott snorted. "A werewolf with I.E.D."

Kronos rolled his eyes, about to answer when the lights suddenly went out. His eyes narrowed. "Well, that can't be good."

Scott put his deodorant away, glancing around. "Danny?"

Scott frowned, making his way to the lights and flicking them. "Nothing," he muttered.

Kronos scowled at the light switch. "Maybe it cut out," he suggested. "A fuse or something?"

Scott shook his head as a lacrosse ball rolled out of the showers, rebounding against a locker. "Danny?" He whispered, making his way to the lacrosse ball and picking it up. He edged around the corner of the showers and gasped. "Thank God! Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea what's been going on?"

"Scott," Kronos said sharply, his eyes narrowing at the man who rounded the corner to stand behind Scott. The Titan growled, moving to stand beside Scott, inhaling the same scent he'd smelt at the school when the Alpha had been stalking the corridors.

"I really don't get lacrosse," the man commented.

"It's you," Scott breathed.

"When I was in High School we played basketball. There's a real sport. Still, I read somewhere that lacrosse comes from Native American Tribes and they played it to resolve conflict," he extended the lacrosse stick he held in his hands, studying it. "I have a little conflict of my own to resolve, Scott, Kronos – right?" He asked, eyes flicking to Kronos. "That's your name?"

Kronos growled. "What do you want?"

The man placed the lacrosse stick down against the wall. "But I need your help to do it," he continued.

"We're not helping you kill people," Scott growled.

"Well, I don't want to kill all of them," the man said. "Just the responsible ones. And that doesn't have to include…" he trailed off, glancing at Derek.

"Allison," Derek filled in.

Scott turned to face Derek, his eyes widening. "You're on his side?" He demanded. "Are you forgetting the part where he killed your sister?"

"It was a mistake," Derek stated.

"What?" Scott exclaimed.

"It happens."

"Scott," the man said, "I think you're getting the wrong impression of us. We really just want to help you reach your full potential."

"By killing my friends," Scott hissed.

"Sometimes the people closest to you can be the ones holding you back the most."

"If they're holding me back from becoming a psychotic nut-job like you… I'm okay with that."

"Right," Kronos said, raising his hands up slightly as the man started towards them. "Stop. Who are you?"

The man sighed. "Really?"

"I literally first shifted this Monday," Kronos snapped. "And no one's told me anything about what's going on. Yes, really."

"I'm-"

"Peter Hale," Scott cut in, his eyes narrowed at Peter. "Derek's uncle."

"I'm the Alpha," Peter continued, his tone flat.

Kronos nodded slightly. "And the one behind us is Derek? Just a small assumption."

Peter shook his head slightly. "Yes, he's Derek. Really, Scott hasn't told you?"

"No," Kronos snapped.

"Then… maybe I could try to show you things from my perspective," he said, his nails lengthening to claws.

Scott took a small step back and Kronos' eyes narrowed. Peter shot forwards, digging his claws into the backs of their necks. Kronos' eyes widened and he moved to get Peter away from him, to defend himself, but Peter had already stepped back. Kronos choked out a gasp as the pain hit him, grabbing the back of his neck as he crumpled to the floor. He groaned, his vision flashing briefly into one that was thermal sensitive and back.

Derek, looking down at him, widened his eyes slightly at the sight of the flashing blue eyes.

Images flashed through Kronos' mind: Peter screaming in a shower as he washed off blood; men splashing gasoline over the Hale House; the fire and people screaming as they burnt.

Kronos was panting when the images faded, curled up on his side on the floor with Scott twitching beside him. He spat out blood, forcing himself up on trembling arms. Oh, Kronos knew what Scott would say. But Kronos, on the other hand, had been through nearly exactly the same. He'd been in Othrys when the Black Fortress had started crumbling down around him, as Greek fire raged at every corner – had seen his siblings, nieces and nephews dead on the floor, often burnt beyond recognition.

He shut his eyes, inhaling deeply before daring to speak. "Scott?" He asked.

Scott gasped as he opened his eyes, taking in a deep breath. "Kronos?" He panted.

"Here," Kronos said, reaching down to grab Scott's hand and help him to his feet.

They staggered back to the benches in the locker room, dropping down heavily onto them.

Kronos tossed his head back. "Holy shit," he muttered, staring up at the ceiling. He was honestly more irritated by how weak he was still. Something like that done by a mortal shouldn't have him so tired.

"Yeah," Scott breathed. "Oh God."

"I don't think he has anything to do with this." Kronos groaned at the thought of Chaos taking a special interest in him and Scott.

"Scott," Stiles suddenly said, running around the corner into the locker room and almost toppling over. "We have a huge problem."

"Trust me," Scott said. "We know."


"Peter Hale!" Kronos yelled, throwing his lacrosse gear down. "It's fucking Peter Hale!"

Koios peered around the corner, frowning at Kronos. "Elaborate?"

"The Alpha. The one who bit me. It's Peter Hale."

Koios' eyebrows furrowed. "The catatonic invalid in hospital?"

"Not anymore."

"You're sure it's him?" Phoebe asked, her eyes narrowing sharply.

Kronos nodded. "He just stood in front of us and showed us how he was trapped in the fire. Koios… it was like I was back in Othrys," he pressed. "The screams – the burnt bodies." He shook his head slightly. "I went to Tartarus, Peter was stuck in a catatonic state. It's not so different."

Koios' jaw tightened. "Stay there," he ordered, pointing to the couch as he took out his phone. "Chris," he said into the phone, causing Kronos' head to jerk up.

"What?" Chris Argent's voice asked, filtering through the phone.

"My son found out who the Alpha is," Koios said quickly. "It seems that Peter Hale isn't as invalid as we thought."

"How?" Chris demanded. "How did he find out? Is he there?"

"Yeah," Koios said lowly, "he's here. Pretty shaken up, but he's here."

"Put him on the phone."

Koios handed the phone to Kronos, who put it next to his ear. "Hello?"

"Kronos, what did you see? How do you know the Alpha's Peter Hale?"

"It was after the lacrosse game. He was in the school. I just saw him – I know it was him, because I've seen him in the hospital, my father took me to see him – and he shifted right there. Turned into the same thing that I saw at the school before."

"That's good enough for me," Chris said. "We can take it from here."

He hung up then, and Kronos glanced at Koios. "How'd I do?"

"Good enough," Koios huffed, scanning Kronos over. "You good, little brother?"

Kronos rubbed the back of his neck. "Once this heals I will be," he murmured, looking at the golden blood glistening on his fingers. "Let's hope Peter's not clear-sighted."

"We'll work with the Argents," Koios said lowly. "Find a way to kill him. Keep him away from you."

"Koios-"

"Make sure he can't hurt you again and-"

"Koios!" Kronos yelled, fisting his hands. "Just…" he inhaled deeply. "Look, I'm going to sleep," he finally said, ducking his head once he saw the expressions on the faces of his siblings.

"Kronos," Phoebe said softly, starting towards him, but he swatted her hand away.

"Good night," Kronos said flatly.


Everyone who watches Teen Wolf will know who the Alpha is.

Preview for next chapter: Percy gets the response from Olympus; Kronos' request for a date to the upcoming Formal gets formed down; Scott and Stiles find out Kronos is bisexual (Greek Mythology - no immortal is straight, people); and Kronos looses control over his Werewolf side at school.

"Kronos," Percy called, jogging up to him with a grin. "Hi," he greeted. Kronos ignored him, strolling down the corridor towards the exit. "Okay, hi. I'm great thanks. You? Awesome – hey," he reached out and grabbed Kronos' arm. "You know we're here for a quest, right?" He asked, lowering his voice slightly.

Kronos glared at a student who pushed into him before he returned to Percy. "Do you really think I care?"

"Yeah," Percy said, not missing a beat. "Because then we'll be gone sooner." He lifted an eyebrow. "So, you'll tell us what the Hades is going on around here, right?"

"No," Kronos dismissed, shrugging him off.

Percy groaned. "Come on, Kronos," he pressed. "You've got to help us here! I thought we agreed on a truce."

"Only a cease-fire," Kronos corrected. "Not a truce."

"Same thing," Percy muttered. "Look, we know next to nothing about what's going on other than that you're a werewolf." He paused. "Actually," the demigod added, "that reminds me." He dug about in his pocket and took out a crumpled piece of paper. "The response the gods sent us," he said, letting it drop down into Kronos' hand. "I think you'll be interested to see what they said."

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Kronos sighed. "The Formal is now in two days." He gestured to himself. "Do you really think I can go like this?"

"Oh Chaos," Koios breathed. "You're actually going to that thing?"

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"Is it a male?" Koios asked, following Kronos to the door.

"No," Kronos said.

"Female?"

"No," Kronos repeated.

Koios' eyebrows furrowed. "Both?" He asked questioningly.