Hey Guys! Olly is back, baby!

I am so sorry that I went on an unexpected hiatus on the account. I had recently joined
( and got out) of the army, COVID19 decided to hit and I had fucking writer's block. But on the plus side. While I was gone a lot of ideas came to mind, most of which I had written down so I got a lot of one-shot/mini fics that I hope to turn into multi chapters fic.

Oh and one more thing….I finally managed to get an AO3 account. Turns out that I got my invite a year ago..oops. Anyway, my AO3 is Greaser_of_Olympus. And now onwards to the story!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Percy Jackson. Also, this is before/during ToA mainly because I only read the first book.


Percy pov

Why does fate love to play with me? Seriously, what did I do to them to make my life their damn soap opera? I didn't even know they existed until I was 12!

It was late august. Fall had just started. I was walking home from school minding my own business (I WAS I SWEAR!) when I saw him across the street going down an alley. My heart stopped cold in its chest. To be honest, I thought I was seeing things, and yes even demigods see things that aren't there, mostly out of paranoia and fear. But after seeing he was dead for years, you can understand my hesitation. Standing at the same 6'1", sandy blonde hair, surfer build and ice blue eyes with the scar on his eye going down his face was none other than Luke Castellan, son of Hermes. I raced across the street and followed down the alley as quickly and as carefully as I could. Luke seems to have just gotten out of some fight. The clothes he was wearing were torn and dirty, not to mention covered in blood. And he was muttering to himself.

"Gotta get away, can't let them find me. Gotta go," Luke mutters. What happened to him? He turns a corner. I quickly followed him only to be grabbed and pinned up against the wall. My sea-green eyes meet his icy blue. He immediately backed up, surprised and terrified. "No. No, please don't hurt me." I felt my heart drop and my insides turn to stone. The Proud Hero of Olympus and Leader of a rebellion was in front of me having a nervous breakdown. "I'm sorry. I'll behave, please! Please! I'll be good, don't hurt me!" He begged me, dropping to his knees, eyes unseeing.

"Luke, it's me, Percy. I'm not going to hurt you no one is." I tried to calm the demigod in front of me but he keep begging me, body shaking. His voice was getting louder and it was only a matter of time before the cops come.

I panicked and did something dumb. I punched the panicking man in front of me, effectively knocking him out. He fell in a heap at my feet and I carried him to my house. I quickly and carefully yanked off the dirty clothes he was currently wearing and stopped horrified at the wounds on his body. It looked like he went through a fucking paper shredder! There were stab wounds on his left thigh, his right wrist had been broken and incorrectly reset, and the large claw mark on his chest that started on his left shoulder ended right hip. That isn't even the worst part. One of them is the fact that I could see the whip marks on his back. The second is that he tried to patch himself up with goddamn duct tape and gaze. Luckily some of the wounds looked to be old while others looked almost fresh. I quickly raced out of my room, grabbed my hidden stash of ambrosia and nectar as well as the first aid kit, and began patching him up the best I could. Luckily for me, I hang out with the Apollo kids so I pick up a few things. Once I was done, I grabbed my black long sleeves and a pair of gray sweats. Took me a minute to get him dressed but I did it. Now he is semi-peacefully sleeping.

Fuck, what was I going to do?

The first thought that came to mind was that I needed to tell Annabeth. But I couldn't. Annabeth and I had a really bad argument and we broke up. She would most likely tell the Chiron who in turn would tell the gods. And who knows what they would do to him. Then I thought about telling my mom but I refused to drag her into anything related to Greek Mythology if I could. So my last option was to simply hide him. Somehow.

Thankfully having a Sea God for a father did pay off.

You see, after the Giant war, he gave me a cottage in the woods in case I wanted to get away for a while. No one knows I have it but him and even he can't get in without my permission. Luke could stay there until I figured out a plan. I quickly grabbed my car keys to my dark blue Ford F-150 truck (another wonderful gift from my dad), picked the still unconscious Son of Hermes up bridal style, loaded him up, and headed out.

My mind began to race. How is he alive? I watched him die. So how did he cheat death himself- wait! Sometime after the Second Titanomachy, Thanatos, the God of Death, got kidnapped. Any and every soul in the underworld was allowed to roam free back to the mortal world. Luke must have escaped just as Hazel did or someone could have gone and dragged him out.

Hang on, if that's the case, then why didn't he come back to Camp Half-Blood? Annabeth would have been angry sure (and let's face it, as well as most of the camp) but still we would have tried to help him. Hermes and his sons would've been happy to see him again. After knowing and seeing he was dead for so long-

Wait, how long has he been alive? His clothes were layer and filthy, his nails uneven and dirty, his hair longer, and his eyes. I can only remember him with stubbornness and mischief but now they only seem broken and destroyed. Like the fight was ripped out of him. Honestly, it was terrifying. Luke must have been on the streets for a long time. Meaning he has been alive longer than any of us know. Not to mention anyone who was on Kronos' side would probably murder him and the Gods could see him as a traitor (Zeus is an asshole. Period. Point. blank) and kill him on the spot.

I pulled myself out of my thoughts when I heard shuffling and mumbling next to me. Luke's waking up. Just in time too I thought to myself as I pulled up to the cabin. It is a beauty I have to admit. Stand tall at two stories, dark oak stacked neatly on top of each other, chimney a deep gray color, cobblestone pathway leading up to a set of steps. I was so busy admiring it that I never saw the fist coming towards my face till it was too late. Pain erupted near my face as I quickly exited the truck cursing.

"Fuck! What are the actual Hades?" I hissed out as I made my way to him only to hold him as he tried to crawl away. Any anger that was left in my body quickly went away at the sight in front of me. Frightened, injured from whatever fight he just got out of, and weak from hunger, dehydration, and/or lack of sleep. Chaos, what happened to him? "Luke, stop. It's me. Percy," I said softly. I watched heartbroken as he slowly turned towards me.

"P-Percy?" Luke whispered. I had to take a moment to breathe before answering just to stop my voice from breaking.

"Yeah Luke, it's me." I reached down and helped him up. "C'mon, we need to get you inside. You're still hurt." I felt him weakly struggling in my hold. I heard him whisper something. I had to strain my ears to listen. I wished I didn't.

"You're not real. You're just another hallucination. You're not real."

I felt my heart break. I can't even imagine how long he had been alive with no one to turn to. But I had to know. Was he kidnapped? What did he mean by another hallucination? Did they drug him? I have a lot of questions. Ugh, the fates love messing with me, don't they? I can worry about it later right now. I need to get him inside. I walked forward quickly and carefully to not scare him. He was working himself into another panic so I simply grabbed him. Picking him up bridal style again, I carried him up the stairs to the mahogany door. I open it to a spacious living room. I looked over and saw he was on the verge of passing out again so I simply adjusted him in my hold and carried him up the spiral stairs towards the guest room. Once I managed to open the door, I gently lowered him down onto the bed. I quickly heard back down the stairs, went to the kitchen, and grabbed a bottle of water, and some fruit. I went and placed 'em down on the nightstand next to him. Afterward, I headed downstairs and plopped down on the couch.

I know I should probably stay with him but I just couldn't. Not right now. He needed time to heal. Whoever hurt him is going to pay. I just needed to find out who.


First thing first. Yes, most of my stories will have grammar and spelling errors. And honestly? I wouldn't have it any other way.