Howling Sea

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or PJO

Chapter 1

Sighing I look around the understocked fridge for anything that might be able to hold me over until I finish this gods forsaken chemistry homework given to us by Mr. Harris. If I didn't know any better, I would've assumed he was another monster sent by my uncle to torture me. Instead, it turns out that he's just a dick.

Slamming the fridge shut I make my way over to the counter before deciding just to grab an apple. Biting into the apple I hear it crunch as a I make my way to the staircase back up to my room hosting my dreaded Chem Work. Stupid prick teacher giving us work over Christmas break. This dude really has no soul. My feet slowly dragging the rest of me up the stairs instead of the murmurings of the police radio my brother hooked up in his room I'm instead greeted to him pounding repeatedly on my door.

"Come on Percy, get out of bed. This is huge news." His insistent pounding made it seem like he was trying to break down the door while also thinking I was sleeping in my room instead of standing right behind him.

"So," I start off before taking another bite of my apple letting the crunch work in adding to my surprising him. "You done trying to break down my door yet? Or do you want to give it a few more minutes."

Jumping what must have been a record for him, he stumbles backing into my door and grasping his chest as if I just gave him the world's biggest heart attack.

"God man." Wheezing out the words, he trails off gasping for breath trying to regain some sort of calm as he waits for his heart to stop racing. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

Rolling my eyes, I let him catch his breath as he bends down and puts his hands on his knees fully trying to breathe normally again. Letting him take his time I chow down on my apple again finishing it off before hearing my stomach gurgle again.

Damn still hungry, really need to talk to dad about the food situation.

"Listen are you actually going to tell me what has you so worked up, or can I go back to the torture that was given to us by Harris?"

Seemingly able to speak coherently again he nods before running his mouth off this time at a mile a minute. "The police radio in my room has been going off like crazy. They found half a body of some 20-year-old girl out in the woods. You, me, and Scott are gonna go into those woods and find the other half."

Nodding and taking in what he says, I decide fuck it. This will surely be more enjoyable than Chem. "I'll do it on one condition." My stomach gurgles again as if signaling my condition and stipulation to this agreement. "We get McDonalds first and then go see Scott and I'm in."

He seems to deflate a little bit at my demand and actually looks worried for what is his most prized possession and the thing I think that if it was legal, he would try to marry.

His Jeep.

"But man come on. I worked so hard on actually getting that thing up and running."

"Deal or no deal bro." Raising my eyebrow I look at him knowing he'll give in to my demand.

Grumbling to himself in defeat he nods his head before looking up at me with looks of absolute pleading. "Just promise me that you won't ruin my interior."

Shooting him a thankful smile I look at him and laugh a little. "Of course, man I'm not a monster. I put just as much work into getting that car up and running as you did."

Outside of McCall Household

Chowing down on my burger I look at my brother as he decides that the best course of action is to hide himself up on top of the roof of porch over Scott's house.

"Dude if he hits you with a baseball bat, I'm going to laugh my ass off at you." Bits of the burger come shooting out of my mouth as I gave him his warning.

Waving his hand dismissingly at my comment he instead hoists himself on top of the porch before looking at me with a smirk.

"Percy, come on man. You have to have some faith in me. Plus are we completely sure that Scott actually owns a baseball bat? It's not like he actually plays any baseball."

Rolling my eyes at his shitty excuse I look down at my phone where once again Scott hasn't picked up. And this lack of him actually answering the gods damn phone is why Stiles is in the predicament he is in now.

"Exactly he isn't answering so how else are we going to get his attention." He actually looks smug as he thinks this through before handing me some pebbles to toss at the house.

Yeah, he thinks that what his genius plan needs even more is to rope me into it and have me toss rocks at the house until either Scott or Ms. McCall answer the door. Yeah, I don't know why I couldn't just ring the doorbell or knock on the door either. But if Stiles gets hit by a baseball bat during this, I will laugh my ass off at him and soak in the enjoyment of actually being right.

Picking up the pebbles he tossed down at me I sigh before picking one up and letting it ping off the house. "Hey Stiles. How many do you want me to actually toss at the house? Like I know I need to do more than 1 for your crazy plan to work but how many it too many. Like at what point does it stop being from a shitty 80's romantic comedy and become creepy like a shitty 80's comedy?"

Lowering his voice to that of just a whisper he motions for me to head into the bushes underneath him as he lowers his voice to that of a whisper. "I don't know man. However many you think fit. And when we get home, we need to talk about your opinion on 80's movies you clearly need to watch more because they don't suck man."

Shrugging at his opinion on 80's films I take another pebble from my stack and ping it against Scott's window. This one actually manages to get his light to flicker on as he walks past the window as I see his shadow slink across it. "I think I saw him move past the window. So at least we both know that he's up there. And no, I stand by my opinion on 80's shitfest movies. I mean have you seen some of the stuff they get away with in those films, criminal charges played away for laughs."

Snorting at my reasoning he gives me a look of disbelief before motioning me to wing another pebble at this time a downstairs window trying to draw Scott closer to us. "I can't believe I'm getting a lecture about criminal charges played for laughs from the guy who literally blew up the St Louis Arch. I mean come on man that's just the tinniest bit hypocritical."

Sputtering a response in indignation towards him the front door creaking open has me shut up as a I crouch down into Scott's bushes even further trying to blend in and hugging my burger bag closer to me trying not to get any branches or leaves into it.

The footsteps from Scott inch closer and closer as I hear the floorboards of the porch creak as Stiles probably tenses up in anticipation for this moment. The breathing from Scott becomes more and more clear as he grips the handrail right above me with his one hand that I can see.

Deciding that, right at that moment was his best option Stiles swings down below screaming at Scott as I hear Scott scream back at him. "AHHHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHH!"

Instead of hearing laughter from Stiles I just hear him grunt as he swings harder than expected and falls on top of me which causes me to crumple down to the dirt from the sudden surprise extra weight.

"Dudes get off me man, you're crushing my sack." I grumble as I begin to push him off my burgers and off me.

Hearing my statement Stiles pops off me and looks mildly concerned for a minute before he realizes that I was talking about my sack of burgers, not my bodily region.

"You really need to work on communicating better. I thought we actually accomplished something when you finally stopped swearing at me in Greek." Not even giving me a minute to respond he swings his attention onto Scott who was staring at us looking extremely confused. Not that I blame him. "And you. Why do you actually have a baseball bat?"

Hearing that Scott actually did have a baseball bat I begin to laugh to myself as I pull myself off the ground and join my brother and friend on the porch.

"What do you mean why do I have a bat, I thought that the two of you were predators. No, you know what screw that. Why are you two outside my house at 11 at night?" Scott looked mildly annoyed at the two of us. Not that I blame him, I mean how else would you react if at 11 at night some guy was tossing pebbles at your house, and another dropped down from above to try to scare you.

Stiles being the one to be the reason that we're all out here altogether decided to take lead on the explanation. "Well about half an hour ago they found a body in the woods."

Not getting it Scott looks even more confused. "What like a body of water like a lake? Shouldn't that stuff already be in the woods."

Throwing his hands up before running them over his head Stiles gives me a look asking me to take over before he goes crazy. "No, you fucking dumbass. A dead body."

Shrugging Scott looks confused as to why that would matter for us. Sure, murders weren't common in Beacon Hills, but that's still wouldn't be the reason for this. "Ok and? That's sad and all but still isn't a reason for you to be coming over at 11 at night just to tell me."

Keeping Scotts attention on me as Stiles mimes strangling him from behind, I explain to him why we're actually going on this mission. "Nah we came here for how they found the body. It's in half. They only found the bottom half of the body. And Stiles wants us to be the ones to find the top half. And before you ask no you don't get a choice. Now get in the Jeep."

Beacon Woods

The headlights from the beat-up Jeep we're seated in light up the 'Welcome to Beacon Hills Nature Preserve' sign as Stiles guns the Jeep through the woods and down the beat-up dirt paths of it. Eventually he settles down and manages to find a secure place to park while also providing some cover for the Jeep incase our dad comes bye.

Stiles basically leaps out of the drives side door as Scott, and I slowly get out from the passenger side doors and step into the darkness that is the Preserve/Woods.

"So, wait. We're actually doing this?" Scott still looks confused as if he thinks Stiles and I are actually just messing with him and we'll both just laugh and tell him it's nothing but a big joke.

Stiles decides to take the lead this time. "You're the one that's always bitching nothing good ever happens in this town Now something good actually does and you want to chicken out?"

Stepping away from us Scott looked mildly hurt at Stiles's comment before opening his mouth and raising his arms in a peace-making sign. "Well, I was actually hoping that I would be able to get a good night's worth of sleep before practice last night."

Continuing my march through the woods I snort at Scotts comment. "Yeah, because Coach Finstock is actually going to play you. You'll be riding the bench all season. The only worse odds I would give are Stiles actually getting a date with Lydia."

Puffing out his chest Scott tries looking even bigger as he steps up to me trying to stare me down. "I'll have you know that not only am I playing this year but I'm going to be a first team starter too."

Stiles walks up to Scott as a distraction to try to get his attention off me. Patting him on the back he angles him further into the woods. "That's the perfect spirit. Everyone deserves a dream, no matter how unrealistic that dream actually is."

Laughing at Stiles and his comment we head further into the woods searching for the half of the body that wasn't found earlier. Wait why am I actually in the woods searching for a body without knowing which half it is.

"Stiles you never actually told us, what half of the body are we actually looking for?"

He stops in his tracks and looks thoughtful for a second before just shrugging and continuing on deeper into the woods. "Huh. I actually didn't think of that?"

Looking over at my brother Scott looks even more confused. "And what if whoever killed and then chopped them in half is still out here in the woods."

Stiles now begins to rub the back of his neck and starts to speak with a stutter and fumble his way through his responses. "Well…um, that is also something I didn't happen to think of."

"Great to know that you have completely thought this through with all the attention and planning that you always have bro." Slapping him on the back we continue on our journey that gets dumber and dumber every minute we continue it.

Hiking up the hill we speed up even more eventually coming to a light jog which causes Scott to fall behind us as he bends over and fumbles around in his pockets. Picking out his inhaler he takes a few quick pumps as he tries to relegate his breathing and actually calm down.

Still wheezing he looks over at the two of us before motioning to the flashlight that Stiles was using to light up the trail for us. "Maybe the guy who's the wheezing asthmatic should be taking the lead with the flashlight. Just to control the pace somewhat."

He then fully leans back onto a tree to regain his breathe as he pumps his inhaler even more. Rolling his eyes at our asthmatic friend's complaints Stiles urges him to continue on with us. "Come on Scott, this could be the discovery of a lifetime. Imagine us three high schoolers managing to find a half of a dead girl in the woods. Imagine the girls we could get with that."

Continuing our search, we halt when up ahead we see a group of people older than us searching out in the woods armed with flashlights. They're probably searching for the other half of the body too. Looking around I see a fallen over tree log and nudge Stiles as the two of us jump behind it leaving Scott to find his own hiding spot. Looking around he eventually decides on some bushes that are near where we're hiding as he huddles down and try to appear smaller.

Out of the three of us Stiles grew tired the first of nonsense hand signals as we try to figure out what our next plan should be. Moving behind me so he is closer to Scott Stiles tries to whisper at Scott before he has to turn it into a really bad stage whisper.

"Scott. Come on man catch up." Then not even leaving him a chance to respond he nudges me and we both take off into the woods the only sounds being the creaking of branches and the faint sound of an inhaler being puffed.

Sadly, our sprinting was short lived as the sounds of a K9 unit barking and other flashlights draw us into a corner and trap us between the barking police dogs and a mess of trees too narrow for both of us to escape through.

Thankfully the dogs barking is being called off as one of the police officer's steps forward distracting the dogs and having the other cops being pulled away. "Hang on will you, everyone back away. These two moronic delinquents are mine."

Shooting our dad, a smile Stiles and I both look at him before we sheepishly smile and then look at the ground beneath us. Sure, I've fought Gods, Titans, and Giants before, but my dad still brings out my basic fears for my bad behavior in me.

He looks unamused as he strolls up to the two of us standing in the dark woods armed with just Stiles' flashlight.

Taking the lead, I try to smile to ease the tension as my dad stares down me and Stiles. "Hey Dad, lovely night, isn't it? What a beautiful night to be out enjoying life. I mean it's clearly um, such an um um …."

He doesn't buy my bullshitting. Cutting me off with his raising of his hand to get me to silence I stammer to an end before he looks at the two of us extremely unimpressed.

"Percy cut the shit. This isn't the kind of trouble you normally bring about. Destruction sure but searching for a body based of a call I got not it."

He then turns his attention off me to Stiles instead looking down on him. "Which does bring up the question. How long have you been screening my calls?"

Stiles begins to laugh sheepishly under our dad's scrutiny before slowly shrinking himself in an attempt to look smaller.

"Hehe, well I actually don't screen your calls."

Just continuing staring down Stiles our dad looks angrier and angrier as Stiles attempted to hide the truth in his statement. Sighing Stiles tilts his head in defeat. "Well not the boring ones anyways."

Dad just sighs at us before he searches around the nearby woods most likely for Scott. After about 15-20 seconds he manages to not see Scott which is a huge relief. Letting out an accidental sigh of relief about Scott not being found Dad turns back to the two of us and gives me a raised eyebrow meaning he heard my sigh. But at least Scott managed to escape.

"Now where's the third one in your little three musketeers' gang? Go get Scott out here."

"What Scott? Nah he wanted to get a good night's rest to prepare for Lacrosse tryouts tomorrow. Right Percy?" Stiles looks to be sweating a little from nervousness as he looks to me for pleading to take over.

"Yeah Dad, it's just us out here. No Scott whatsoever. It's just the two of us alone out here." I try to build up the lie Stiles had started yet sadly Dad wasn't buying our bullshit.

"Alright well since you too won't be any help to me." Dad begins to cup his hands around his mouth as he shouts for Scott to come out of hiding. "Scott! Where are you? Come on out Scott! I won't be bad."

Thankfully Scott's common sense prevails as he doesn't come out and instead is probably getting further away from the group of us. After shouting for a few more seconds and still nothing Dad turns back to the two of us and puts his hands on our backs and begins to push us towards the jeep.

"Alright let's go back to the Jeep you two. And when we get home you two are going to get a nice long lecture about respecting my privacy and not listening in to police chatter that doesn't involve you."

Heading back to the jeep through the woods, leaves crumbling underneath us the three of us go back to Stiles' jeep as Dad begins to mutter out the lecture we're about to receive. As we get back to the jeep dad opens the doors and makes us get in before handing Stiles the keys and looking down at us.

"I want the both of you to go directly home, you already have a lecture coming your way. You don't want to make it worse."

As if to punctuate his stares down at us the howling of a wolf just cuts through the entire silence and he nods and just heads back to the rest of the investigation as Stiles just turns the key for the ignition and the engine sputters to life.

Boom New Story Alert. Percy Jackson and Teen Wolf is something I always liked and I always thought that the universes could blend well together so here we are. Thanks of course to lildrummerboi for being the guy who bullied me into letting him be my beta. And a big thanks to Gbailey my friend who wrote the summary for this story.

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