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A/N: So here is next equally short chapter. Sorry for delay, but I can only write this when I am in a certain mood. Which as you can tell does not strike me all that often I think the next chapter should be a lot quicker in coming, but knowing life it might not. So hope you enjoy or like or whatever.
Percy gasped as he shot awake. The blackness crashed around him as his dream faded into the night. His right hand instinctively reached for the glasses he normally kept on his bedside table but met with only air and then the edge of the bed, his palm making a dull thunking sound that echoed strangely through the room. Stinging faintly the fingers curled through the darkness for a moment before holding still above the ground.
He no longer had glasses and had no bedside table to keep them on. He was no longer home. He no longer had a home. He let his hand once again fall to the bed's edge, focusing on the slight pain the contact made.
He inhaled and felt the air move into his lungs and through his blood. It had a different timbre then his old room's atmosphere. It was somehow not as comforting, foreign. Even the nighttime felt foreign here. The darkness didn't cling to his skin in quite the same way. But actually, it was he who was the foreigner. Intruder in someone's discarded room, in someone's abandoned life. But it would be his life soon. He would make it his.
He untangled his sheets from his sweaty legs and drew them around himself, shivering into their comforting familiarity. He'd thought that this was going to be difficult, but it wasn't. Just different. Sighing, Percy collapsed back, only to jump again when a shriek sounded from beneath him. It was just the bed creaking, he reassured himself. His old bed hadn't done that, though. And it had sagged in the middle. This mattress was unyieldingly firm.
Percy tossed, shifting when the mattress dug into his elbows or knees. Finally he grew tired of moving and simply stared at the blackness above him, waiting for it to fade. Waiting for the cracked ceiling of his new apartment to come into focus. Waiting for his new life to begin.
A/N: All done! I know not much has happened, but I really wanted to build this. Also should there be a romance? Any thoughts as to who and how would be most appreciated.