A Peaceful Train Ride
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Inspired by historical events and an over-active imagination, this work of fiction was designed, developed, and produced by a single-cultural team of one religious faith and belief, sexual orientation, and gender identity.
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"You are all very fortunate to be alive," Zoë said to the three demigods that Lou Ellen was attending to with her magic in the spacious backseat area of the limo that the Huntress had stolen. "Atlas does not normally hold so much back."
She was met with a trio of groans, Thalia, Nico, and Bianca all smarting and sore from all the broken bones and torn muscles they were working through.
"Hey, Lou?" Percy asked from the passenger seat.
"Yeah?"
"Can you make saltwater?"
"Yeah…"
"Cool."
Percy climbed into the back of the limo with the others. After Lou used her magic to conjure a bowling ball-sized sphere of saltwater, Percy took it from her control and started to apply it to the di Angelo's fronts and to Thalia's back. With his own healing powers through water, most potent through salt water, he healed all of their bones and all of their muscles, took care of the soreness, and was able to do something of a scan on them to check for any other injuries.
Other than Thalia's body showing signs of PMS, everything was fine.
"Thanks, Pris—I mean, thanks, Percy," Thalia said, catching herself.
Percy cocked a brow but moved on. "Thanks, Lou, for the salt water."
"Any time."
"Dad, that was awesome."
"I can't help but wonder what kind of frightening headway we would've made in the West Indies if you had that power back then."
Percy snorted. "We would've conquered the world."
"Aye, we would've."
"Would've sent the Kings what was left of their fleets in a couple of boxes."
Bianca laughed. "Aye, and you would've sunk the fleet off the coast of Florida and went on to become the greatest pirate that ever lived!"
Percy's smile was nearly wiped off his face and his darkened almost to black. "Yeah…I…I would have, I suppose. Would've saved all my crew, too, and you, and Kingston would've been spared…"
The jovial atmosphere of the limo instantly evaporated.
"Jake, I…that's not what I meant…"
"It's Percy, and…I know…that's not what you meant."
The son of Poseidon climbed back into the front seat with Zoë, who swallowed heavily, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the steering wheel. Percy closed the window, sealing the front off from the cabin.
Zoë offered her hand to hold, but Percy just turned his head away.
In the back, Bianca asked Lou Ellen, "Is he okay?"
Nico and Thalia were equally concerned.
"Is he okay?" the witch asked incredulously. "Bianca, is a guy that just had both his legs and balls blown off and woke up a few days later in a hospital just to be told that everyone he knew and loved had been killed okay? Is that guy okay?"
"Yeah, stupid question, sorry."
"But shouldn't he be better?" Thalia asked. "I mean, I'm his big sister, Nico's his son, Bianca's his other big sister, and Zoë's his wife—shouldn't he be better with all of us back in his life, here to help him with everything?"
"Thalia, when do guys ever accept help from anyone with their emotional problems?"
"…never."
"That's right, never."
"But—"
"Priscilla doesn't count," Lou Ellen said flatly.
"What about Cheyenne?" Bianca asked.
"She's the problem, on top of Jake's American patriotism and Virgil's unwavering masculinity and resolve. Percy's the amalgamation of four different people, and it gets harder to compartmentalize all of that with each life, but none of them are compatible enough to merge into one stream. Percy can't figure out how to be Percy."
"Is there anything we can even do?" Nico asked.
"Pray."
What Lou Ellen didn't tell anyone was that she'd read Percy's aura, and it was in the exact same kind of flux that was like that of Thalia's.
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Other than the tense silence, Nico with his head bowed and hands clasped in prayer, Lou Ellen idly running her fingers through Kira's fur, Thalia absentmindedly polishing her spear, Bianca lost in thought, Zoë splitting her focus between driving and worrying about the reincarnation of her wife, and Percy stuck in the ever-present identity crisis that kept coming back despite how many times he thought he'd made peace with it all, everything was just fine in the limo.
Until the Blackhawk appeared in the rearview, flanked by a pair of Apaches.
"We're being followed," Zoë said.
Percy saw the helicopters and was thankful for the distraction. He slid the window to the cabin open and got everyone's attention. "Three helicopters, all military."
"Mercenaries," Nico instantly recognized from his time as an Italian Master during the Renaissance.
"Agreed. Suggestions?"
"Can't destroy them here," Thalia said, referring to her lightning powers and all the innocent people of the DC metropolitan area.
"Maybe we can head to the Capitol Building, and then blow them up in such a way that they go careening into Congress," Lou Ellen suggested with an easy smile.
"An excellent idea that we'll have to pass on for today."
"But think of all the Templars that we'll kill!"
Percy paused. "Do you know of any Templars in Congress?"
"Well, no, but I'm pretty sure there's lots."
"…I'll look into that later. Any other suggestions that don't involve the potential deaths of others?"
"There!" Bianca pointed at a parking lot, and Nico's eyes widened in recognition.
"We can park there and head underground," he said, picking up where his sister left off. "Subway."
"Eat fresh," Percy said on reflex, and then he turned around before anyone could see his blush. "Zoë, do it."
The Huntress shot across two lanes of traffic in a limo, smiling because she saw Cheyenne's blush once again, causing there to be many applications of breaks and several sets of horns, though luckily no accidents and deaths. Zoë didn't bother with proper parking, just whipped into enough of an open space, and then she bailed, everyone following suit.
Just in time, too, because one of the Apache's fired a missile that destroyed the car, sending shrapnel flying everywhere except at the important people, as was customary. A nearby mother with her sister and her daughter were not so fortunate.
A fiery door cut them all down as they tried to get into their vehicle.
Only Percy saw that out of the corner of his eye, and it caused a strange, horrified shriek to leave his mouth. For a brief second, the whole of his eyes turned a solid yellow before reverting. He yanked the Sword of Destiny out and discharged a stream of energy that connected with the helicopters, rooting them in place. With a downward flick, the multi-million-dollar machines plummeted straight down and broke.
They weren't destroyed in a fiery explosion of metal, but they were damaged and dented in such a way that they could be made flyable again with enough work.
Everyone else watched that with a shocked look, and those looks morphed soon after. Nico, Bianca, and Zoë had seen such episodes of righteous fury in Virgil, Jake, and Cheyenne, and so they were happy to see something of their past loves still lived strongly in Percy. Thalia was still uncomfortable with modern Percy when compared with Peter, the two being so drastically different. Lou Ellen, however, was deeply troubled.
Amon had just made his presence known.
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That was the second time everyone had seen the Sword of Destiny in action, the first being when Percy dueled Atlas. Questions had arisen, then put away in favor of broken bones, but now they were back. The shriek wasn't really a priority, everyone attributing that to Cheyenne, except for Zoë who knew that was Cheyenne. Lou Ellen's priority was talking about the burst of demonic power.
So when everyone was seated on the passenger train heading West, there was a flurry of questions ready to be hurled at Percy, but restraint was exercised because they were all adults and could recognize when someone did not want to be questioned.
"I sense…curiosity…"
Before the cabin could explode with voices, Percy pulled the Sword out of its sheath.
"This is the Sword of Destiny. It is a Precursor weapon, probably the most powerful one, because it is the amalgamation of three other Pieces of Eden: the Sword of Baron von Wolff, which nearly destroyed Camp Half-Blood over 800 years ago, the Staff of Hermes Trismegistus, which has no relation to the Hellenistic figure, but was somehow able to keep the mathematician Pythagoras alive for over a hundred years, and the Spear of Leonidas—"
Zoë flinched at the name, and then flinched again when she heard the next name.
"—which was used by Leonidas himself and then by his granddaughter, the Spartan mercenary Kassandra, who was the ancient progenitor of our own Assassin Brotherhood through the child she had with Jake Swallow, a boy called Elpidios, who was the ancestor of Aya of Alexandria, known to us as Amunet, the husband of Bayek of Siwa, with whom she started the organization called the Hidden Ones, which became the Hashashin, which became what we are today."
While the names Aya and Bayek were completely lost to everyone, including Zoë, Amunet was not at all lost to Nico, Bianca, and Thalia, and it went unspoken that Percy, as Jake, was directly responsible for the founding of the Assassin Brotherhood. That was kind of heavy for the three Assassins, knowing that their father/little sibling founded their livelihoods.
"In the Precursor facility under the island of Thera in Greece, the Precursor AI called Aletheia used the systems of the facility to bond the three Pieces into this one. Aletheia called it the Sword of Destiny, declared her purpose to have been fulfilled, and then self-destructed, destroying her software and hardware by collapsing the facility and bringing the ocean down on top of her. The exact limits and functions of the Sword are unknown to me, other than it can do everything its three previous forms could do."
"And the helicopters…?" Thalia prompted.
"Justice. They took innocent lives with their carelessness and paid for it in a way that didn't endanger others."
"How did Jake Swallow end up in Ancient Greece?" Zoë asked.
"Jake decide to sail for Greece in 1716. Along the way, he encountered Chrysaor, bested him, and raided his trireme. Amongst all the treasure, there was an Apple of Eden that sent him, his crew, and his ship all back in time."
"Ah. That explains that. Poseidon had been deeply intrigued and Zeus wanted you brought in for interrogation, but the Fates put their feet down on that."
"Good to know. Anything else?"
Lou Ellen raised her hand. "Can we have a quick chat in private."
"Sure." Percy gestured for everyone to leave, and everyone was slow to do so, especially Zoë, who stared at Lou with an unreadable expression.
"I'm not going to do anything to him. He's my boyfriend, not my husband. Against our religion."
"He's my wife."
"And my father," Nico cut in icily. "Now get out."
Zoë stared down at her nose at the ten-year-old son of Hades, cast one more look at Lou, and then filed out of the cabin, Nico shutting the door behind him. A shimmer appeared over the door and windows, obviously a spell to block prying ears and eyes.
Now alone and protected by Lou's privacy magic, the young witch looked at Percy and said a single word, "Amon."
The air of the cabin chilled and grew heavy at the demon's name, but the effects quickly faded away.
"Yeah, Amon," Percy confessed. "That woman with her sister and her daughter, it…it reminded me of what Zoë and I were going to do after Christmas Eve that night in 1800, how we were going to start trying for a baby with a piece of magic that Zoë found. We were going to have a girl first, and three years later we were going to have twin boys. Seeing those three, the door cutting them apart, it…it triggered something. Like a memory I don't even have. It felt like I was watching me and Zoë and our daughter die…"
"Wrath," Lou Ellen said. "You felt wrath, and wanted nothing more than to maim and torture those mercenaries until they were begging you to kill them."
"Yes."
"Amon grows stronger with your sins."
"Yes."
"I can exorcise him." Lou Ellen said it so confidently, like she'd been researching this.
Percy smiled. "If God wanted Amon gone, He would've done so when I prayed for Him to do it. Amon is my prisoner and I his warden for a reason, and I will keep him imprisoned until my Boss tells me he's to be transferred back to Hell."
Lou Ellen hummed, satisfied with that. "Why did you lie about the Sword? That whole conversation answers the whole Isu/gods/Jesus thing."
"Right now we have more pressing things. After this quest is over and we're looking at some uninterrupted down time, I will tell the others—oh shit."
Lou paled. "What now?"
"I told William I'd be back for a status update on the Brotherhood on September 1, and here we are at the end of December."
"Oh…oops?"
"Not your fault," Percy said, referring to how her teleport from the Gateway back to camp had somehow caused months to pass by. "For now, we need to focus on the quest."
Lou Ellen nodded, agreeing with this sentiment.
The train suddenly rocked as if hit by something and they heard Nico bellow in his prepubescent voice,
"Quello è mio padre!"
Percy sprang up and slammed the door to the cabin open, revealing the sight of Nico pinning Zoë to the other side of the aisle, rage etched across his face while the Huntress stared down her nose at him, eyes glittering with a twisted amusement. Clearly, they had been arguing about Virgil and Cheyenne, and Zoë had popped something off, which set Nico off. Bianca and Thalia stood off to the side, the looks on their faces saying that they were ready to get involved when necessary.
At the sound of the door slamming open, Nico hissed, "Please, let me kill this whore, Father."
Percy fought down Cheyenne and Virgil's immediate hybrid reaction of grabbing Nico by the ear and spanking him silly because of what he'd just called Zoë. He grabbed Nico's shoulder and pulled him into the cabin, shutting the door and leaving them alone, but not before punching Zoë in her stomach, making her go urk!
"Why do we allow her to live?" Nico seethed. "She is a temptress, a deceiver, sexually immoral-"
"A replacement for your mother," Percy supplied neutrally.
The shadows of the cabin shifted and writhed as Nico's eyes bored into Percy's.
"How can you possibly love her when you had Mom, especially when that love is tainted, perverted, wrong, and false?"
"Because Cheyenne was a hurting, damaged, crying child all her life, and when Zoë came along, healing finally began. It could have stayed platonic, as sisterly or motherly, but Cheyenne chose to make it romantic and sexual, and Zoë accepted it. Cheyenne's emotions and feelings carried over as strong as Faris's, Virgil's, and Jake's."
"But those feelings are wrong. They are sin," Nico insisted, almost desperately.
"That is…" Percy struggled for the right words. "That is the difficult part….I am not totally Cheyenne anymore. Obviously, I'm not a woman anymore-"
"But you are courting Lou Ellen, are you not, Father? And is she not a witch?"
"She is a witch," Percy affirmed, "but not the kind of witch that worships Satan. At worst, she is a wiccan, and at best, she is like us, gifted through God with extraordinary powers. And yes, we are courting."
"But Mother-"
"Do not think I have forgotten my Claudia, boy," Percy said, raising his voice as he increased the intensity of his gaze. "Do not think that I have not lost sleep over these ponderings, whether I am betraying Claudia by courting Lou Ellen. I have found a small comfort in the fact that our vows were fulfilled, and that death has done us apart, which really begs into question what this means for Zoë and I since she is alive, and I have all of Cheyenne's memories and experiences."
"It was a wrong and false love, a fake marriage," Nico ground out. "There should be no qualms or questions, only the realization that it was a relationship founded in sin, and therefore should be forgotten. You should part ways forever as soon as possible."
"Giovanni Cavaliere da Roma," Percy said evenly. "Speak honestly with me, son."
And it was not Percy Jackson's eyes that bored into Nico's but Virgil's, the strong, unwavering, unshakeable, immovable, loving, benevolent, expecting eyes of an authoritarian father that demanded the truth, and would then render judgement based on that truth. Nico had been under those eyes many times, as had his sisters, and the real fear and terror of those eyes was not the pain of the rod, but the crushing disappointment.
Nico swallowed heavily, sweat breaking across his forehead. He could've used the shadows to teleport himself anywhere and everywhere to escape those patient, unyielding eyes, but respect for the man he called father rooted him in place, and would keep him rooted for all time if it came to it. When it came to these situations, Virgil would just sit there and stare silently until the object of his gaze started speaking.
Maria, now Reyna, had once attempted to push her father's silent stare to its limit, hoping to beat him in a battle of attrition, only to give it up about three hours later after she was left starving and sitting in wet clothes and a chair after her bladder gave out on her. Even an accident was not enough to make Virgil relent in his silent demand of answers, and Nico had no need of the bathroom right now.
Swallowing again, Nico started glancing everywhere and biting his cheek.
"Giovanni," Virgil said quietly and sternly.
Nico swallowed for a third time, and he honestly thought he was going to choke on that wad of saliva, but his throat managed.
"I—that is, as Nico—I…ah…er….Well, Bianca and I are out of our time, you see. We were born before WWII, when the Axis Power were coming to, well, power. Since Hades is my biological father now, he obviously couldn't be around, so that left me to be raised by my other mother, ironically named Maria, and Bianca, my b-big sister. A-As far as Nico goes, ah, he has no real father, and no one to have taught him how to be a man—conventionally, anyway—and, uh, just a mother and a big sister, just feminine influences….Erm, I—as Nico, I mean—I…engaged in…traditionally…feminine practices like playing with dolls, playing d-d-dress up, having, erm, tea p-p-parties…"
Nico was so red in the face, so much sweat dripping down from his hairline, that one could've thought him struck with fever. Virgil just continued to silently stare at his son, knowing exactly where this was heading, but reserving his voice.
"When we were in the Lotus Casino I still…sometimes did things…and put on clothes that were—that are, uh—I did things that boys usually don't do…and I…noticed some of the other boys trapped in the Casino….I noticed them in a certain way—Father, I-"
Virgil held up a hand for peace. "You are not gay, and you are not a sissy. You are my son, and against my hopes for you, a Master in the Assassin Brotherhood. You are a hunter and killer of men, a destroyer of kingdoms and empires. Most importantly, you are a disciple of God and Jesus, and filled with the Holy Spirit. Pray, study, ask questions, learn, and grow into the man you want to be."
Tears streamed down Nico's face as he launched himself at Percy, as a son to his father, and he had a good, chest-relieving cry to the point that he actually fell asleep. Percy maneuvered his son around so that Nico's head was resting in his lap. He produced his Bible and said nothing when Lou Ellen poked her head in a few seconds later, and when she saw that everything was alright, she filed in, the other girls right behind her.
The air in the cabin was obviously one of expected silence, and so they all were. Lou Ellen got comfy and settled in for her own nap, resting her head against the window, Bianca and Thalia following shortly thereafter. Zoë abstained from sleep, not that she required it through her oath to Artemis, but she did observe the quiet time. She reached out with her feet and entwined them with Percy's, pulling out her own little book to busy herself with.
They rode the train in wonderful stress-free, monster-free silence until the train reached the end of its line, that end being a snow-covered railyard somewhere in the Midwest. They disembarked, everyone besides Lou Ellen making a quick use of the facilities while they had the chance for indoor plumbing and toilet paper. When asked by Thalia, and backed up by Nico and Bianca, as to why she didn't use the bathroom real fast, the witch just smirked and declined an answer with a snicker.
"Best you not worry about it," Percy said simply to the questioning gazes that befell him.
That was enough for Nico, but the two girls felt their curiosity burning within, getting the sense that the answer to their question was not so simple as Lou Ellen was just really good at holding it.
Zoë already knew because Lucy loved to gossip.
The septet trudged through the snow, four aimlessly looking around for means of transport West to Mt. Othrys, modern-day Mt. Tamalpais, one just happy to be here with her puppy, and the other casually humming a sea-shanty as he waited for the Lord to put the answer right in front of him.
"Hey, kids!" a friendly hobo said, warming his hands by a dumpster fire.
"Hello, my friend," Percy greeted amicably, as if he'd known this hobo all his life, making only Thalia look at him strangely since that was definitely not a Peter thing to do.
He had been mostly antisocial, totally because of her and Jacob.
"You kiddos look a little out of place here in this winter wonderland."
"A bit, yes. We're trying to get to California to join our family for the holidays, but we've managed to stumble into our own movie. You know how it goes, cancelled flight, a few kind strangers offering a lift, a train having no more track, and here we are."
"Well, aren't you some lucky ones!" the hobo laughed. "I happen to have distant family of my own in California. She's in a spot of trouble but Dad won't let me go and help, says she got herself into the mess she's in and it's up to her to get herself out. Before I got shutdown, though, I'd already done my homework and found a train heading to Ol' Cali—that one there!"
The hobo pointed to a cargo train hauling cars. Emblazoned on the side was the train's logo, SunWest Lines—Fast as the Sun's light!
Percy went walking right for it, Bianca turning her head back around to see that the hobo and his trashcan fire had both vanished without a trace. Looking at the train logo one more time, and examining what had been said, she made an Ohhhh face in realization of what had just transpired.
"Dummy," Nico chirped.
"I can still thump you."
"Not while I'm here," Percy said over his shoulder, only halfway joking.
They all picked a car for themselves, except for Zoë, who settled in with Percy in the backseat of a Bentley Mulsanne, champagne excluded for the duration of its transit. Once everyone saw Percy and Zoë together, they didn't bother Percy anymore.
"If you antagonize my son again, I will let him beat you within an inch of your life."
Zoë shifted a bit in her seat. "That was unbecoming of me. I apologize."
"Mm."
"I've come up with an idea," the Huntress stated proudly.
"Mm," Percy hummed again, this time unimpressed and even slightly annoyed because he knew that this idea was not going to be something he was okay with.
"Lou Ellen can have you all to herself Monday through Wednesday, and I can have you Thursday through Saturday. And Sunday is all yours."
Percy stared at her. "Were you really expecting that to go over with me?"
"Not at all," Zoë admitted with a smile.
She offered her hand, and Percy took it in his own, a bolt of electricity running through him at his past wife's touch.
"You've managed to keep your hands," Zoë noted, referring to the calloused, muscular skin that Cheyenne had possessed from her years of swordfighting, gunslinging, and free running.
"Well, my lifestyle now isn't much different than what it was back in France."
"I truthfully do not know whether that is a good thing or a bad thing."
"A good thing. It means everything that you taught me still has a use.
"Everything I taught you?" Zoë asked suggestively.
Percy smirked. "Yes, everything."
"I do believe that I require proof of the veracity of that claim."
"Well, unless you can suck la bite as well as you can lick la chatte, you might find yourself put to the test."
"Oh, you should know firsthand how well I can work a sword, ma fille chérie."
Percy did indeed flush as some memories came back to him of some of Cheyenne and Zoë's kinkier nights involving some magical toys.
"Sure it's not a betrayal of everything you believe and hold dear to have sex with a boy?" Percy teased.
"That boy is the reincarnation of my wife," Zoë said stiffly. "That goes way beyond body."
Percy felt very relieved to hear those words, no doubt a reservation of Cheyenne's soul about whether Zoë would accept them romantically due to their present-day genitals, a reservation now eased by the Hunter's disregard for penis and vagina.
"Wouldn't this get you in trouble with Artemis?"
"Artemis is in trouble with me," Zoë sniffed. "She didn't immediately tell me about you when she met you in Manhattan two years ago."
"To be fair, I was twelve at the time and didn't know a thing about Cheyenne."
"I would've jogged your memory."
"And if couldn't have? If I had remained forever bereft of Cheyenne's life?"
"Why are you asking all of these unimportant questions?" Zoë dodged. "You do remember Cheyenne, you are Cheyenne, and we are together again. I understand that you are also other people which brings conflict to our marriage, and I understand that you are courting Lou Ellen Williams, the bedwetting daughter of Hecate-"
Percy frowned minutely at Zoë's deliberate mentioning of Lou's exceedingly minor bodily condition.
"-but all relationships have their issues, us being no different. However, I know that with enough time and patience, we will find a solution, and we will find a way that makes everyone happy. I love you, Cheyenne Nightshade."
"I love you, too."
The two leaned over and kissed on the lips.
Where Zoë closed her eyes for the kiss, Percy kept his wide open, his heart feeling like it was coming apart in his chest.
Two centuries and a few years more was the time between Cheyenne's death and now. Zoë had been left to ferment for twenty decades, her feelings of sorrow and longing left to stew and mutate. Where she had been possessive of her Cheyenne, seeing her as a beloved daughter to be cared for and looked after, she had also seen her as a most cherished lover, so cherished as to renounce her millennia-strong vows to Artemis in the name of marriage, after just a couple of years together—that, in and of itself, was abnormal—but now that possessiveness had turned into covetousness and obsession.
Her notions of a "solution" and "finding a way" were hollow and empty. All Zoë cared about was taking Cheyenne for herself and resuming their marriage where it was two centuries ago, everyone and everything be damned. It was touching in one respect, terrifying in another. What Zoë wanted was impossible—
—and there was no telling what kind of breakdown she would have when she finally came to grips with that.
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Where everyone else stayed up and busied themselves with something, having taken naps on the passenger train, Percy and Zoë fell asleep in their Bentley together. During the course of their rest, the Hunter pulled the Assassin into her lap and cuddled her until they both naturally woke up on their own several hours later. Zoë offered breakfast via her chest, just like old times, she said, but Percy declined on the grounds that he wasn't hungry.
Which was the truth, but also only half of it since because he knew the true nature of breastfeeding, was appalled through Faris, Virgil, and Jake that he'd done it, and felt betrayed and humiliated through Cheyenne because she went a whole decade of never knowing what Zoë was really up to.
Zoë was naturally a little bummed out that she didn't get the chance to breastfeed Percy just like she did Cheyenne, but she got over it real fast upon recognizing that the train had ended its run at a junkyard in a land without rain.
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