Jay - Secrets
He stared at his reflection as he sat alone in his room. It was the only time when he let his exhaustion show, when he was alone. Whenever he had a moment for himself, but not enough time to go sailing, he would grab the battered wooden kitchen chair that had been his grandfathers and sit in front of the mirror on the inside of his wardrobe door. Then he could think about everything or nothing at all. He watched as he let it all drop and the haunted look returned to his eyes. Sure it was difficult, being the leader, but keeping all the secrets was even harder. Hera had told him everything. All the things the team weren't meant to know. Aparently, they had to retain a certain level of innocence to defeat Cronus, but knowing everything required to bring about Cronus' defeat would tear that innocence to shreds. A Catch 22.
So, he got all the knowledge that he could instruct them with at the right time. They all followed his word to the letter; after all he was their trusted leader who would defend them to the end of time. They didn't know just how much. Because, although seven heroes would defeat Cronus, not all seven would survive it. Jay knew that he was going to die for this, for them, for her. That was another thing he knew. Hera had asked Persephone to place a block on Theresa's mind, so that she would only see what they wanted her to see. Amongst everything that the gods had done this was the one thing that made him the most furious. Sure, he would die. In essence, by telling him everything, Hera had sentenced him to death and they both knew it. But he would not allow them to mess with the mind of one of his team, especially not Theresa.
He sighed, he looked so much older in the mirror, with all his facades stripped away. He knew too much. He knew that certain websites were fixed on Odie's laptop so that they looked like broken links, Aphrodite had been instructed to keep Archie and Atlanta from getting together so that nothing could happen in that respect, Neil was encouraged in his self-centred nature so that he spent so much time loving himself that he didn't have time to look elsewhere and Herry was distracted by working out and food. Hera trusted him to keep an eye on Theresa. This morning Hera had told him that they had started to put something in their food and water that would balance the team's hormones somewhat and reminded him that, under no circumstances, were any of them allowed alcohol.
His head was beginning to ache. Of course he knew this was wrong. He did not deserve to be their leader, let alone their friend, if he was letting something like this happen to them. All he do was trust that Hera was telling him the truth, though he saw no reason for her to lie. It was killing him inside, but he had to push through, he had to endure. The weight of the world was resting on his shoulders, but he was still going to save it. If there was one thing he wasn't, it was cowardly. His suffering meant nothing if he saved the world, the world that had his team and Theresa in it. That was the only thing that mattered.
And with that, I declare the Mirrors drabbles complete... But there's always the possibility for companion pieces! I have a few ideas... Let me know if you have an opinion on that. Now, (as promised) here I'd like to make a couple of thank yous. Firstly, to dazzeling diamond, I wouldn't have been able to write this baby without you, not the least because you initiated my CotT obssession. African-Titan, your reviews and messages have provided inspiration and endless entertainment. (P.S. Gareth WILL NOT DIE!) Also, a great big thanks to the rest of my darling reviewers: .Invisible-Nobody. and 4evacrazy.
Oh, btw, a final review would be lovely! Thanks for all your support!