So, this is just a fun little idea I had. Not necessarily a pairing between Percy/Diana, more like a series of snapshots that show their journey (more Percy's than Diana) throughout this new life far from the supernatural world.

Let me know if I should change the category of this story, by the way. I wasn't sure whether to have it just be a regular PJ fanfic or have it be a crossover (Justice League or Young Justice). I settled for Young Justice, but I'm just a tad bit worried about exposure for this story cause I don't know how large the audiences are. Would've just put it in PJ but didn't want to include a canon that isn't strictly PJ.

Don't know how often I'm going to update this, not really a priority, just a little fun project I wanted to start. The oneshots will vary in length and tone, from fluffy to dark and intense, but it should be fun all the same.

Also, the beginning of every chapter will have the definition of a made up word or phrase that I've come up with. It'll always relate to that chapter's contents, and I thought it would be just kinda fun for me to do and you guys to read.

Enjoy this first installment.

Spacestain

(noun)

The creation of an immortal legacy or mark that all expanses of the universe will feel.

Blue.

That's all he saw.

Not a navy blue. No. What he saw was… lighter than that.

Maybe a baby blue?

No.

It was sky blue. Sky blue with little wisps of white scattered in his vision.

Oh.

He was looking at the sky.

That made more sense.

The second observation he noted was that everything hurt.

One of his eyes felt like it was twitching, the right side of his lower chest probably contained at least a couple broken ribs, and if he looked down he wouldn't be surprised if he was missing his entire right hand.

Not the best situation.

"Ohhh fuck." Percy groaned. He strained his neck and looked side to side.

He was in the fucking ocean.

Why wasn't it healing him?

Percy sighed and let his head fall back into the water below him. This wasn't good. Why couldn't he remember how he got there?

The soothing motion of the ocean allowed Percy to simply rest. To float as a speck of practical nothingness among the great unknown. The calm waves rocked him back and forth. Back. Forth.

He simply floated for a few minutes, allowing his mind to wander and his body to rest. Perhaps his body was just too far gone for his healing powers to be effective, but Percy doubted that. For some unknown reason, the water was simply not his friend. And for that reason, Percy needed to move.

Again, Percy strained to look around, searching for an answer. And find an answer he did.

There, maybe a few football field lengths away, was an island. A layering of sand before a comfortable amount of trees and greenery greeted him. Percy could've thanked his father right then and there, but he needed to get there first.

Perhaps Percy could've submerged himself into the depths of the ocean. Maybe he could've called for a creature randomly dwelling in the sea around him. Or maybe he could've tried to simply will the sea to move him. But... for some reason, Percy knew that in this moment, the water was not his ally. It might as well have been the inanimate, non-moving entity that it was to every regular mortal. And for all these reasons, Percy knew what he had to do.

Feeling like he was going to cough up blood at any second, Percy struggled to begin the art of swimming that was almost second nature to him.

Eventually, after what felt like an eternity due to his slowed and pained movements, he reached the sandy shore. He clawed his way deeper into the beach before flopping down to rest. Man, he was fucking tired.

He closed his eyes, the bright sun still managing to pester him through his shut eyelids. All he wanted to do was rest, but he was on a random island in the middle of nowhere and he was pretty much a walking dead man.

The dimmed light flickered, before it practically fully disappeared.

Percy hesitantly opened his eyes, just barely able to withhold a groan of frustration.

A circle of armored women stared down at him, an assortment of spears, swords and arrowheads aimed at his face.

It was always the eternal man-haters.

"The Lasso of Hestia compels you to speak the truth," one of the women said, although he could barely hear her over the rhythmic thumping in his ears. Granted, the women had been generous enough to tape up his wrist, put some sort of gel on his eye, and patch up his lower chest. But still, he was a little more than uncomfortable.

"The what of Hestia?" Percy asked, his hand coming up to rub his throbbing eye. Nobody responded.

"Do not attempt to lie, it will only make your life more difficult."

"Is that a threat?" Percy asked, looking up to see that the lasso-bearer (or whatever the fuck she was) stood a few steps below a woman in blinding golden armor and a tiara gleaming with jewels. This woman was seated in a large throne of bronze, and the look she was giving him was one he didn't wish on anyone. Thankfully, he had faced down the most menacing of immortals. He wasn't intimidated.

"No." The lasso-bearer responded. "It's a promise." Percy took a few moments before he shrugged his shoulders.

"Fair enough." Percy said. He rolled his shoulders in an attempt to relieve himself of some tension. Despite his physical appearance of stoicism, he was very much concerned over what was about to occur. "Let's get this over with."

"I am Queen Hippolyta, voice and leader of the eternal Amazons," the figure adjusted herself to sit straighter in the throne. "How did you find this island?"

"I don't know." Percy's mouth seemed to speak for him, the muscles of his face moving before he could even react.

Well that wasn't good.

Also, eternal Amazons? Weren't they still on good terms with the demigods of Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-Blood? What the fuck ever happened to Hylla? And when did they migrate to this random island in the middle of nowhere?

The lasso-bearer seemed to scrutinize him, glancing at Hippolyta questioningly as if to ask if the lasso was malfunctioning or something of the sort.

"What is your name, male?" Hippolyta asked. Now, Percy had been called "male" a surprisingly large number of times, but this one didn't have the malice he usually felt from the Amazons and Huntresses he had interacted with. Instead, there was a hint of indifference. As if he was a gnat that was only slightly annoying her.

"Perseus Jackson. Never call me Perseus. Only Percy." Percy responded. He could feel a pressure in the back of his mind, egging him to answer the question as clearly and succinctly as possible. "Son of Poseidon. Savior of Olympus. Slayer of Kronos. Bane of Giants. Former Praetor of Rome. One of the Seven."

Curse this stupid lasso stupid fucking stupid motherfucking lasso (Sorry Hestia).

"Savior of Olympus?" The lasso-bearer questioned, a question similar to the ones Percy heard mumbled among the crowd of Amazons. Or was it Amazonians? He didn't graduate high school, sue him. "Why does he lie!?"

"Quiet, Diana. You know the lasso is incapable of failing to entice the truth out of the subject." Hippolyta silenced quickly. She sat up and narrowed her eyes at Percy, seeming to focus on a single title. "One of the Seven?"

Percy knew that Hippolyta had a feeling of what his answer was going to entail.

"One of the seven prophesied demigods to save Olympus from the rise of the Giants. The others were Frank Zhang, Jason Grace, Piper Mclean, Hazel Levesque, Annabeth Chase, and Leo Valdez. All of them are now dead." Percy said as if he was reciting it from a sheet of paper. Man, this lasso was really good. Either his willpower had disappeared entirely, his injuries were too impactful in his resistance, or his subconscious found that there was no need to fight these questions.

He was leaning towards one of the last two options. Had nothing to do with his pride. Not at all.

"Impossible!" Diana accused. Percy merely shrugged his shoulders.

"So the Prophecy has passed?" Hippolyta questioned. Percy cocked his head at this.

"Of course," he answered, cocking his head in confusion. "How did you not know? Reyna told me that the Amazons helped her a lot in fending off Orion. And where's Hylla?"

Hippolyta didn't deign that worthy of a response, apparently. She sat back in her throne and seemed to bite her bottom lip in worry.

"Mother." Diana looked towards the Queen. "How is any of this possible?"

Queen Hippolyta stared down at Percy, her gaze unmoving and impenetrable. Percy stared straight back.

"It seems we have much to discuss."

Percy's head hurt.

That was the foremost conclusion he could come to.

Everything was just so fucking confusing.

Apparently, the Amazons he had been interrogated by were an isolated group that resided on an island name Themyscira, hidden by magic similar to Ogygia. The only person in this group of female warriors that had been in recent contact with the mortal world was Diana, and she still had no idea about any of Percy's exploits or the recent happenings of the mystical world.

Oh, and on top of that, Diana was a superhero. She was a member of a group of other superheroes (the Justice League? Not a bad name, he supposed) and their base was in fucking space.

Yeah, that one took a little while for him to wrap his head around.

Wonder Woman.

What a fucking world he lived in, huh?

The Amazons had been kind enough to give him a small hut on the edge of the more urban area of the island. It wasn't pretty, by any means, but it had a bed under a straw roof, so that was enough for him.

Queen Hippolyta had ordered for one of the Amazon's healers to visit him every day to aid him in his recovery. Once he was fit to leave, he would do so. How, you may ask? He had no fucking clue. He didn't even know how he got there. For all he knew some spiteful god had sent him flying into the fucking ocean and he had just floated along until he had accidented upon this island.

Although, had had to admit it was probably one of the better islands to be stranded on. Themyscira was beautiful, and even that was an understatement. Lush, green grass and shrubbery lined wide, sandy pathways that trailed from one end of the island to the other. Various flowers and plants with eye-popping color were scattered among the green. Calypso would've loved to see some of the plants (although, there was no moonlace in sight. The titaness would've been proud of that particular fact).

Besides the actual natural aspects of Themyscira, the city and civilization was astoundingly advanced and modern even with the classic Ancient Greek touches. For this, Annabeth would've been extremely excited. Percy almost had to calm himself just thinking about Annabeth bouncing up and down at each and every unique building. There was an urban area strictly for living arrangements and then other areas scattered around the island that pertained to the more... aggressive side of the Amazonian culture (they were warriors, after all).

Houses that somehow looked both modern and classic stuffed the designated living area, most of the buildings containing large glass windows with various aspects of the houses (window linings, doorbells, fences, etc.) having silver and gold tints. Now that he thought about it, the houses were extremely similar to those on Mount Olympus. Minus the palaces and monuments, of course. Actually, the Amazons did have a few statues here and there praising Zeus (yuck) and Artemis (or Diana to the Amazons).

Besides the houses, Percy spotted a large arena not unlike the Roman Colosseum, a dining Pavilion that was extremely massive compared to Camp Half-Blood's, an archery range, and a few other structures pertaining to combat and education. Still, Percy knew that he hadn't seen nearly everything that the magical island had to offer. He'd probably roam around later on in his visit just to satisfy his curiousity.

Percy sighed, leaning against the rusty basin below and gazing at himself through the slightly broken mirror that was provided to him. His face was slightly bruised, his right eye almost swollen shut. His eyes still held the same glow, though not nearly as much as they held a few years ago before he had undergone all the shit that came with being Percy Fucking Jackson.

At least he didn't have a full-blown beard. Sure, he had a little stubble, just a little hair attached to his sharp jaw, but if he had to guess it had been under a week since he had shaved. That was good. He wasn't missing too much time. If only he could remember how he had become so beat up in the first place.

Percy transferred his gaze to the basin filled with water below him. His fingers twitched in anticipation. He took a deep breath and reached outwards toward the water, his fingers curling in desperation.

Nothing.

There was no tug in his gut, no familiar sense of power and jubilation.

His manipulation of water simply wasn't working.

Was he mortal? Fully mortal? Was that what happened? Had some deity cursed him to live without his powers, without his heritage?

Percy should've been happy, honestly. Should've been relieved at the prospect of his life not containing the gifts and curses that came with being a powerful demigod.

Instead, all he felt was sorrow. He wasn't melancholy due to his lack of power, the absence of what had given him respect. That wasn't it. It was hard to explain how comfortable he felt within his mind and his body once he found himself to be truly familiar and in control of his powers. They weren't just a tool that he could use whenever useful. No, his powers had always felt like they were a part of himself.

Now, he felt… broken. Incomplete.

An epiphany reached him, niggling at the back of his mind. Percy reached into the pocket of the cotton trousers the Amazons had provided, and lo and behold, his fingers met cold metal.

Anaklusmos. His trusty friend was still with him, at the very least.

Percy uncapped the pen and almost cried out tears of joy when he felt the familiarity that came with wielding the perfectly balanced blade of the sea. In a place of unknown, he at least had Riptide.

The Celestial Bronze xiphos gleamed in the rather dark hut. It was nearing dusk, that Percy could tell, but the sun shone through the singular window he had and glanced off his sword. It was almost ethereal, but Percy was probably being dramatic.

"Nice sword." Percy spun around on a dime, his battle-hardened instincts and built in ADHD allowing him to have the tip of his sword at his intruder's Adam's Apple in an instant.

"Oh, shit." Percy lowered Riptide, settling it on his bed to ease Diana as much as possible. "Sorry."

He honestly would've been more profuse in his apology, but he was too relieved and distracted by the fact that his instincts as a warrior were still present. He'd have to test the extent of his demigod-ness (?) later.

"It's alright. It was my fault for not alerting you to my presence." Diana replied. He smiled weakly and nodded. The Amazon stood awkwardly in the doorway for a moment, leaning against the frame and staring intently at Percy. He only slightly squirmed. Although she had shed her armour for more casual clothing that consisted of a white tank top and a pair of cotton trousers not too dissimilar to his own, she was still only slightly intimidating in her stature. "I didn't realize you had one when you washed up here."

"Oh, yeah." Percy smiled and touched the cap of his pen to the tip of the sword, transforming it back into the inconspicuous form of a writing utensil. "Comes in handy."

"I'd imagine." Diana said, looking enamored with the weapon. "Can I see it? If that's not a problem, of course."

"Sure." Percy tossed it over, Diana catching it easily. She brought it closer to inspect, turning it over and just generally looking at it in awe. "Just take the cap off and it'll turn back into the sword."

Diana did just that, the sword nearly skewering one of her fingers as Riptide shone once more. Wonder Woman (Percy still couldn't get over that name) gave the xiphos a few test twirls and slices, interchanging it between her hands.

"It's a beautiful blade." Diana said, capping it and handing the pen back over to Percy. "A little light and slightly longer for my taste, but a great blade nonetheless."

Percy chuckled, "Yeah, Chiron said that it's best in the hands of a child of the sea."

"I still can't believe you had the privilege of learning under the same teacher of Achilles and many other great warriors." Diana admitted, smiling without spite. "Honestly, I'm finding it hard to believe more than half of the things you regaled us with."

Percy could do nothing but smile awkwardly and rub the back of his neck. He never really did well when complimented.

"Trust me, I can't believe most of it either. Feels like everything I've done has been a product of circumstances and allies." Percy winced with the urge to smack himself. Allies was an insulting term to the spirits of all his fallen friends and comrades. "Speaking of allies, I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you're a superhero! And you know other superheros! How have I never heard of this?"

"You tell me." Diana laughed, her pearly whites lighting up the room that was now fairly dark due to it being only a few minutes before the sun officially set. "We often find ourselves in the news, so I'm actually as curious as you are."

A conch horn blew loudly overhead, the bassy noise most definitely reaching every hidden corner of the island.

"Ah, that would be the reason for why I was here in the first place." Diana said. She smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of her arm. "That horn just signaled that dinner will be served soon. Queen Hippolyta sent me to remind you to go to the Pavilion less you go through the night starving. I… may have gotten sidetracked."

"It's fine." Percy smiled. The more Percy talked to her, the more he felt like Diana wasn't an immortal Amazonian princess. She just felt like any other demigod he had come across. She felt like a friend. "We can shelve this conversation for later, It feels like I haven't eaten for weeks."

"That's entirely possible." Diana laughed once more.

And with that, they left Percy's tiny little rented hut and headed towards the center of the island. Away from whatever had caused him to be there and towards the future unknown.

Dinner was a rather casual affair. Percy could tell that even with possibly a hundred Amazons, everyone was family. They joked, they laughed, they roughhoused. Honestly, they looked more tight knit than Camp Half-Blood and somehow more organized than any of the Roman cohorts at Camp Jupiter.

Percy was on the outside looking in, but oddly he was okay with that. Themyscira wasn't his home, these women weren't his friends. This wasn't his family.

But that was okay.

He could appreciate the moment for what it was. He could look in the past and feel that bittersweet pit of nostalgia. He could look ahead and yearn for a future where he could be apart of something similar.

A family.

When was the last time he had felt like a part of a family? The easiest answer was on the Argo II, traveling with the Seven. His mother had passed away from cancer shortly after the Second Giant War, and although Paul still kept in touch it wasn't nearly as intimate as before.

It felt like the seven were destined to fall. In the span of a couple years, it felt like every single one of his close friends dropped like flies. Every. Single. One.

Obviously, the hardest hitting loss was Annabeth. But…

Perhaps Percy was just numb at this point. It felt like it had been so long since they had died. How long had it been? How old was he? 22? Yeah, 22 felt about right.

Man, he was getting old for this shit.

But that didn't matter. Percy could only pray to the gods above that he would find tranquility sometime in the future.

The island was almost completely dark now. Dusk had taken the island by storm, but his surroundings were no less beautiful. Torches that were more than likely enchanted to some extent lined the pathways of Themyscira. Stars littered the non-polluted sky above. He could see the moon a ways above the horizon, shining as bright as Percy remembered. Maybe even brighter.

Percy left the winding, warmly lit pathways, but the lack of fire didn't worry him. He knew where he was heading. He was only slightly lucid when he had left the place. And even if he didn't know where to go, he had a feeling that the moon shone so brightly, he would find his destination no matter what.

After a few moments of maneuvering around natural obstacles, Percy made his way to his destination.

The beach.

The beach he had crawled to, like a regular mortal that had almost drowned in the great depths of the ocean. Like he wasn't the greatest demigod Son of Poseidon in the last thousand plus years.

What an embarrassment.

Percy shucked the sandals the Amazons had rented to him off to the side. His toes dug into the sand, his mind fluttering back to childhood moments with his mother on Montauk's beach.

Shoving those memories to the side, Percy almost gingerly made his way to where water met sand. Kneeling at the shoreline, Percy let the calm movements of the sea flow through his fingers.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. His hand tightened into his fist. He searched for that all-too familiar feeling deep within himself.

Nothing.

Fucking nothing.

And then…

Something.

He opened his eyes, almost afraid of what he would see.

A ball of water, albeit a sloppy one, hovered in the air a few feet above the ground. Right in front of him.

For a moment, Percy stared at it.

And then it was gone, the water flopping back into the ocean as if it had never happened in the first place. That tug in his gut was gone in an instant. As soon as his control over water had been exuded, it had been extinguished.

Percy's feeling of pure joy devolved to frustration just like that.

He collapsed into the sand, sitting down with his vision on the horizon and the stars above. Perhaps the glittering dots above would sufficiently soothe him.

"So you really are a son of Poseidon." Percy didn't even have to look to know who had joined him on this escapade. Only a pair of meetings and Percy already felt all too familiar with Diana.

"Apparently not." Percy sighed. He felt Diana's presence hover next to him for a moment before she joined him in sitting in the sand. "I don't know what's wrong with me right now. I'm so weak I can barely hold my control for a few seconds."

"Still, it's impressive." Diana commented. Percy merely scoffed.

"You're a literal superhero. I don't think what I just did should qualify as impressive to you." Percy said. His thoughts drifted back to their earlier conversation. "Oh yeah, what exactly qualifies you as a superhero?"

"Pardon?" Diana raised an eyebrow in Percy's periphery. He shrugged.

"Like, what exactly can you do, I guess?" Diana cocked her head at that, a slight smile on her face. Illuminated by the moonlight, her beauty was even more striking than he had earlier perceived. It was the type of beauty that was similar to Aphrodite's in that it was practically intimidating.

"I can't do what you just did, I'll tell you that." Diana said grinning, before a sense of seriousness came upon her. "Perhaps it's not what I can do, but what others cannot."

"What do you mean?" Percy stitched his eyebrows together in confusion.

"Yes, I have what some would classify as super strength. I can fly, I can react faster than other humans. My lasso and bracelets certainly contain a divine element. But I don't really think that's what makes me a superhero." Diana said. She smiled and hugged her knees closer to her. "I realize this sounds cliche, but intentions have everything to do with what I and my colleagues do. Similar to how you utilized your abilities in your quest to aid your comrades, the Justice League and I use our… unique qualities to help those in perilous situations."

Percy sat on that for a moment, his gaze unwavering upon the pale light that glinted on the water's surface. For a handful of minutes, all that sounded between them was the calming rocking of water.

"I understand." Percy finally said. "The last thing I wanted was to lead my friends into a war. Two wars, actually, but… I only lead because I needed to lead. I only fought because it was fated that I would. The mortal world doesn't have the necessities to fight back against what we fought. And that's exactly why we did it."

Diana nodded in agreement, "I don't mean this to be offensive, but that's exactly why I want to help the regular mortal world. While you were forced into your position, I want to help others exactly because they can't. What I do doesn't feel like a responsibility, it feels like a privilege. I'm honored to do what I do."

Percy smiled at that, his eyes moving from the ocean to the sky. His vision flickered among the stars, almost automatically focusing on the constellations that Annabeth had taught him.

"Do you know your constellations?" Percy asked softly. He glanced at Diana for a second, who had followed his gaze to the glittering dome of lights.

"One of my instructors spent two weeks ingraining them into my mind," she chuckled. "But that was a couple decades ago. I can only remember a few of the major ones."

Percy pointed towards the sky, his finger stretching out to a constellation he was all too familiar with.

"What about that one?" Diana scrunched up her eyebrows, staring at the constellation in thought.

"I don't recognize it." Percy's lip twitched, a ghost of a smile haunting his features.

"The Huntress." Percy said, his arm falling to his side. His hand started to trace random patterns in the sand. After all these years, his ADHD was still apparent in his everyday motions. Thankfully, he had learned over time how to sufficiently satisfy those twitchy desires through visually subtle motions. "Artemis herself created it for Zoe Nightshade after she fell to Atlas in our effort to put him back under the sky. She was… a hero. In every sense of the word."

"She was special to you?" Diana asked, a look of understanding upon her. Percy laughed. Like a loud, almost boisterous belly laugh.

"Not in that sense, no. She would probably try to skewer you if she heard you say that. No, she was the lieutenant of Artemis' hunters." Diana's eyes widened in understanding before she grinned. Percy's smile widened, his lips pulled from ear to ear. "She was a friend, one that I'll never forget. Her presence in the stars ensures that."

Diana's gaze lingered on the Huntress, her eyes softening the longer she stared at it. The calming, subtle sounds of the sea and Percy's fingers in the sand were the only noises that penetrated the rather comfortable silence between them. Maybe he was seeing things, but Percy'd like to think that he saw the crescent moon pulse brighter for a split-second.

"I think I'd like that." Diana said softly. Percy turned his head towards her, the Amazonian doing the same. "To do something so revered and good that I could be put in the stars. To be remembered for eternity, like your friend Zoe."

Percy stared at her for a moment, the determination in her eyes shining brightly in the shadow of the moonlight. He had no doubt that even if she wasn't placed in the brightly lit dome above, she would make her mark on this world. A mark to last lifetimes.

"I think I'd like that too."