Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures. It was only so long before Hazel Levesque found her way to a very torn Percy Jackson. Should he quit while being ahead or…
"I, Percy…"
This was very weird.
"I'll do everything!"
Will and Jason asking for his expertise was, well let's face it, expected. It wasn't such a big stretch, all things considered, those two were hopeless idiots, but this? He was playing with fire.
"Please."
"I am not sure," he let the words hang in the air.
"I, I don't know where else to go." A pair of quivering lips were thrown in for good measures.
Percy sighed. This had been a common phrase of late. "I feel honored. I do but -"
"All I am asking is to put in a good word. He needs this."
Uncertain the son of Poseidon scratched over his chin. The request was easy enough.
"In return, I'll get your boys a treat. Just give me till next campfire."
"Deal," he agreed after a short pause.
"Thank you so much!"
Reluctant Percy shook hands with the devil.
"You won't regret it."
One last time, he thought, then they're on their own.
"Just don't tell your brother," Percy added.