Chapter 6
PERCY POV
(A/N Civil War is owned by Marvel, which is owned by Disney. All the characters you know are owned by Rick, who owns himself.
Percy looked up from Annabeth to see Chris, Clarisse and Meg return, followed by a fourth person who looked vaguely familiar, but Percy couldn't place from where. Then it clicked. Lester Papadopaulos. "Apollo, please don't tell me you got de-immortalized again."
Lester/Apollo laughed. "No, Percy. I have assumed this form because it is the one that is the most familiar with this place. Now, what seems to be the problem?" Percy glared at the god, who in turn paled slightly. "Ah, yes, silly question. I assume you are going to ask me, being a master of healing, if I can help with the birth?" Percy had to bite back a retort, something along the lines of so help me Poseidon I will rip out your immortal jugular and feed it to a shark if you don't help Annabeth! Instead, he settled for another glare. "Right, well you see, I can't help with the delivery per se, however I could postpone it. I assume, Will, you did all the correct rites. Apollo looked over at his son with a smile. Will nodded his head, probably exhausted from having no sleep for over a day and performing intensive healing magic. "Good boy. If that did not work, we have to assume it is Hera's doing." Percy could have sworn he heard a thank you, auntie uttered under the god's breath. My brilliant aunt (If weapons were allowed in the infirmary, Percy could have cut the sarcasm with Riptide) has likely got my cousin hidden away somewhere. This will probably require a quest, and in the meantime, I could freeze Annabeth. She would not be affected by the pains of labour, however she would not be able to do anything else. While doing this, you could send some demigods on a hunt to find Eileithyia."
"I'll do it." Clarisse, uncharacteristically quiet the entire time. "I owe Owl-head too much to not do this." Percy noted the distressed look on Chris's face as the words were said, and he looked over to the Son of Poseidon. Percy nodded, he had an inkling of what Chris had planned, and the best thing for him to do if Clarisse was going was to go with her.
"Wait." Annabeth voice issued from her pale frame in the bed. "I can't ask you to do this, Clarisse." At this Clarisse reddened.
"Look here, Brainiac. You and Percy have done enough for the rest of us, several times over. I'm going to go find Eileithyia, beat her up if I have to, and come back to see your kid. Got that?" Annabeth, defeated, sank back into the bed.
"Alright, Apollo, I'm ready." Before Apollo could cast the incantation, Percy reached over and kissed her head.
"I'll be here for you. Remember, never again." Annabeth nodded, and Apollo muttered under his breath, though loud enough to hear.
"Σίγουρα δεν εμπνέεται από τον εμφύλιο πόλεμο μετά την πιστωτική σκηνή." (A/N I was going to have a civil war reference from Percy or someone, but that came out two years later. Sue me for having fun with google translate.)
Annabeth seemed to settle back, and a far more peaceful expression came over her face as her steely grey eyes closed. A moment of panic came over Percy. Is she asleep? Isn't that bad? Did Apollo mess up the spell? The god must have seen the expression on his face because he chuckled. "No Perseus, she is fine, merely… out. She will not be affected by dreams, nor will she age. I can remove the spell again at your discretion."
"Wow Lester, that's almost like you're being helpful." Meg chimed in from the doorway. Percy gave her a pointed look, but Apollo simply laughed.
"It is the least I could do. This camp helped me in my darkest time, and I only want to repay the favour. A sacrifice or two would be welcome though…" He gazed around the room. "No? Ah well. When you need me to remove the spell, pray to me, and I will come." With that, Apollo winked, shot finger guns at Meg, and dissolved into small golden lights that drifted out of the doorway.
