"Are you okay?"

"Don't ask that when you couldn't care less about the answer."


It was now February and Valentine's Day was in exactly fourteen days and love was in the air. Couples were snuggled together in the coffee shop so Percy was avoiding it for a while. Being single sucks. Everyone was disgustingly happy and the nineteen year-old could not find any joy in it. At all. Percy knew something was wrong.

One, he usually took joy in watching people fail at asking someone out, fumbling over their words. As mean as that sounded, it was actually a nice pass time.

Two, he didn't go to bed last night or the night before (or the two nights before that) and he was exhausted.

The problem?

For some reason, Percy could not actually go to sleep. Every time he tried, he ended up staying wide awake despite really truly wanting to just relax. So, he spent those nights outside, walking around the streets of Beacon Hills, and he was glad that none of the werewolves found him like that. They worried too much already.

"What's wrong with you?" Derek demanded the second he walked into the Hale House.

Well then.

"What the hell does that mean?" Okay, that came out snappier than he meant to but Percy was running low on sleep and he was pretty sure he had more coffee than blood in his body.

Derek raised an eyebrow at him, "You smell exhausted."

"Exhaustion has a smell?" And, yeah, Percy actually sniffed his shoulder real quick before shrugging, his voice carrying no emotion, "I'm fine, just had a rough night."

"Hm," Derek nodded, not prodding anymore, and turned to the TV in front of him. "Scott and Stiles are in the kitchen making soup."

"Soup?" Percy shook his head and made his way to the kitchen, not waiting for the Hale's response.

"No, wait, Scott, don't hold it by the sides!" Stiles' shouting could be heard as nineteen entered, "No, you're going to hit-"

Then, Percy suddenly found his vision blurred for a moment by a brown substance before he was met with the teenagers' wide eyes, "What?"

"Dude, do you not feel the heat?" Stiles flailed his arms, running over with a worried expression. He looked over the green-eyed man, "That was boiling hot soup! You should feel in pain!"

"Hot… Soup…?" Percy looked down and raised an eyebrow when he noticed his clothes were soaked. Huh, he couldn't feel… That… "Derek?" His voice was toneless as he called the alpha over, "I think we have a problem."


"So, what, he can't feel anything?" Jackson said as he watched the nineteen year-old. Percy was sitting on Derek's recliner, face completely void of emotion and eyes blank. It was a bit unnerving to see him like that, not saying anything and not reacting in the slightest when someone tried poking him. He had changed earlier into some of his clothes since he had a spare in his gym bag ad, although Derek's clothes fit him kind-of, Jackson's fit him perfectly.

"Exactly!" Stiles got up so fast, he actually flailed around in circles for a moment before faceplanting on the carpet.

There was a beat of silence as everyone looked at Percy and the nineteen year-old just blinked at them, "I'm not supposed to laugh, am I?" When he received no answers except put out sighs, he got up and knelt beside Stiles, "Are you okay?"

But Stiles pushed his hand away, getting up on his own, "Don't ask that when you couldn't care less about the answer."

Instead of saying anything, the nineteen year-old just nodded and got up again, sitting back down on the recliner. He just listened as the pack talked and Derek called Deaton, asking the vet to come over and check on their condition because they were pretty sure the green-eyed man wasn't sleeping.

"Well, he is definitely cursed, that's for sure," Deaton muttered after shining a light in Percy's eyes and getting no reaction. "Give me a bit to search through my books for more information about it. Keep an eye on him."

"I'm not a baby," Percy spoke up but there was no emotion in his voice and he wasn't looking at any of them.


"Okay, dude, he is starting to freak me out," Stiles said as he watched Percy walk upstairs to one of the spare rooms in the loft. Every since finding out Percy was cursed two days ago, he had started staying with Derek so that the Hale would be able to keep an eye on him all day.

"Yeah, he doesn't sleep," Derek sighed, leaning back on the couch. "He just sits here in the living room all night listening to a recording on his iPod."

"What does he-" Stiles was cut off when Percy's voice could be heard from upstairs and papers were thrown down the stairs and in the hallway.

"Οι Θεοί το καταδικάζουν!" It sounded like the nineteen year-old meant to be angry but it just came out louder than his normal voice. That's what was probably bothering him. Because Percy couldn't put the emotion he was feeling in his voice because he couldn't actually feel them.

"Is he speaking Greek?" Derek looked at Stiles for confirmation.

The Stilinski sighed with relief, "Oh, good, I'm not the only one hearing it."

"Everyone could hear that," Someone from the pack muttered from the floor of the living room.

"Why is he speaking Greek?" Derek wondered, ignoring the person.

"Because I'm a frustrated Greek demigod who is, right now, an emotionally constipated rock," Percy was suddenly at the doorway, watching the two with glowing green eyes. "Oh οι Θεοί μου αποκάλυψα ακριβώς το μυστικό μου σε σας μέρος?" He smacked his own face lightly, his expression not changing in the slightest.

"Greek demigod?" Stiles' eyes widened before he flailed his arms, "Oh, my God, that makes so much sense!"

Percy just looked at him before attempting a sigh (still didn't work), "I'm the son of Poseidon, the god of the sea. Ta da."

Okay, yeah, it was supposed to be serious but, when Percy actually said 'ta da' with a monotone voice, everyone lost it.

They'll freak out about this later.


Translations:

"Οι Θεοί το καταδικάζουν!" - "Gods damn it!"

"Oh οι Θεοί μου αποκάλυψα ακριβώς το μυστικό μου σε σας μέρος?" - "Oh my gods did I just reveal my secret to you lot?"


Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I know I've been posting a lot but it's because this story is my favorite to write and it's coming to an end (sadly). However, there is going to be one-shots posted once this is finished.

There's, as of now, 45 chapters here and I'm pretty sure people are getting tired of reading so much, lol. So, the one-shots are going to be pretty much like this, just with a different title.

Tell me what you think of the idea! I'll start accepting prompts now so I can get the chapters prepared. :)

-Jones