Me: I apologize, I have become obsessed with the SPN BB!Verse… There will be time skips, like a month at most. But this will be wrapped up in like two three chapters.
Disclaimer: Chocolate Covered Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Balls, try saying that five times fast.
3rd Person POV
*At the Dumping Ground*
It turned out that pretending to be dead with a bad head injury wasn't the best idea. Being lugged around like a piece of trash didn't help either. Soon she was completely out; unconscious would be a better choice of words. Not even when she was dumped onto the ground unceremoniously woke her up. Gabe, meanwhile, had been caught. But it seemed that Kronos had made all of his cronies put a fake tooth filled with quick killing poison in their mouths so that, when Gabe bit down on it, the poison was released and he could tell any secrets. Gabe was dead within minutes.
"Check the bodies," the honey blonde haired woman ordered.
"What's the point in that Athena?" Ares questioned, "They're dead."
"Do it anyways."
Ares grumbled but did as Athena ordered. It was a good thing they did too. Thalia's weak heartbeat quickly put Ares into action. He grabbed his shoulder radio and quickly ordered for them to send Apollo, their onsite medical man, and call an ambulance. Athena moved over and quickly checked Thalia's breathing while their blonde medic ran inside.
"The ambulance was already on route, they'll be here in a few minutes," Apollo glanced up.
"Which Carton kid is this?" Ares asked gruffly.
"Don't know yet," Apollo answered, "I'm guessing she's one of the ones taken as a kid so we'll have to wait until she wakes up."
"I hate waiting."
The ambulance was soon here and they took Thalia straight to the hospital, where she wouldn't wake for two years.
*With the Kids*
Kronos was angry, very angry. So angry that even the older kids had grown nervous. They all knew that Kronos was bipolar, but never before had they seen him go from being incredibly happy to downright terrifying in a millisecond. Percy and Annabeth had taken to hiding the younger kids whenever the door even gave the slightest hint of being open. Maya was usually the first to be hidden, with Kara's help. Then Kara would randomly pick a spot in the children. It took them a bit to realize that Gabe never showed up again, but it didn't stop them from hiding the younger kids.
"Where do you think Gabe went?" Will questioned Percy one night.
"Don't know, don't really care," Percy replied trying to brush out Annabeth's hair with his fingers.
"Do you think Thalia managed it?" one of the younger kids questioned.
Kara froze, her finger's freezing in Maya's bluish hair.
"I don't know," Will said, "Her injuries were pretty bad and Gabe wasn't being gentle."
"What are you saying?" Annabeth demanded.
"That Thalia might be unconscious… who knows when help will come?"
The atmosphere turned grave and the young boy slowly moved away. Sighing silently, Percy finished brushing Annabeth's hairs with his fingers and began to braid it. Kara moved over from where she was standing next to Aine.
"All we can do now is wait," Kara said.
*At the Station*
"Thalia Grace, age seventeen. Daughter of Zeus and Amara Grace, her younger brother is Jason Grace. He's one of the milk carton kids too, he's fourteen. Amara died a few years after Jason was born, car crash." Hecate rattled off to Poseidon and Simp.
"Give the information to Zeus and tell him what hospital Ms. Grace is at," Poseidon replied handing back the tan file.
With a nod Hecate walked off. Poseidon leaned back in the swivel chair and ran a hand down his face. To his left Simp plopped down onto one of the cushioned-but-not-really-cushioned chair. Silence reigned around them, broken only by phone calls and the copy/fax machine beeping. Right next to them the printer started, causing Simp to start and Poseidon to reach for his tazer. They both looked sheepish when they noticed it and Poseidon quickly got up and grabbed the paper.
"What is it?" Simp questioned.
"They found the missing page of Kara's journal, the last entry before she was taken had been ripped out," Poseidon explained.
"Why are they faxing it to you?" Simp questioned.
"They're not, they're faxing me when I should meet them and where."
"When are we going?"
"Now."
*At the Channing's Mansion*
A butler met them at the door, opening the huge maple oak front doors. There were carvings of leaves and branches all the way up the door. Inside was huge and grand. Marble flooring and a gigantic staircase with two flights on the right and left made their way to the next story with a balcony in the middle, looking over the entryway. In the middle of the huge entryway was a dark oak table with an ornate vase filled with a bouquet of different colored roses.
A voice from the balcony cut into their viewing.
"I'm glad you could make it," a soft feminine voice cut through.
Looking up they realized just how beautiful Mrs. Channing is. Her hair was the color of Kara's, caramel, but curled like Maya's. Her face held more of Maya's structure, soft with slightly rounded cheeks, but had Kara's curved pink lips. Her eye color was Maya's, the color of aquamarine, but had Kara's almond shape. She was wearing a blue skin tight dress and black heels.
"Thank you for coming so quickly," Mrs. Channing continued walking down the left staircase.
"We're just glad you contacted us. One of the Milk Carton kids were found alive," Poseidon told her, "Gravely injured though. She's still unconscious but we're hoping that when she wakes she will be able to tell us where the rest are."
Mrs. Channing's hopeful face fell again and she sighed.
"I'll take you to the sitting room, we can talk more with Jonathan there," Mrs. Channing said.
Mrs. Channing led them to the sitting room. It was a carpeted room with a lit fireplace and a few white couches and armchairs surrounding a glass coffee table. Mr. Channing was sitting in one of the armchairs with a newspaper in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Mr. Channing had Maya's dark hair, with the bluish tinge as well, and Maya's rounded Disney like eyes.
Sitting on the ground, reading what looked to be the fifth Harry Potter book, was a young boy. He had brown hair and greenish brown eyes. As soon as the boy noticed them his eyes flickered up and narrowed in on the two police officers.
"Jonathan, we have guests," Mrs. Channing said, her tone almost condensing.
"Calm yourself Isabel," Mr. Channing replied, slowly setting down and folding up his newspaper, "Beau go play with Adam."
Beau, as the boy was now named, quickly scurried out.
"You said you had part of Kara's journal," Simp said, getting to the point quickly.
"Just a page," Mrs. Channing answered, twisting a white handkerchief in her hands.
"It was her last journal entry. Her journal is incredibly important to this investigation."
"We would also like to look through her room," Poseidon said, "Her's and Maya's."
"Do you have a warrant?" Mr. Channing asked in a gruff tone.
Poseidon handed him the state issued warrant almost absentmindedly. It was taken roughly and Mr. Channing started to read it while Mrs. Channing looked between the two of them with an unreadable expression.
"Do you have the journal page?" Simp asked.
Mrs. Channing nodded silently before gracefully getting up. One of the maids came in, wearing the normal black and white outfit, and placed a tea tray in the middle of the glass coffee table. The maid scurried out, going back into the kitchen. A couple seconds later Mrs. Channing entered again, looking flustered. In her hands was what looked to be a piece of paper with blotches on it.
"I apologize for the terrible penmanship but it seemed that my daughter was writing hurriedly," Mrs. Channing apologized handing over the piece of paper.
"It's alright," Simp assured taking the proffered piece of paper.
"Looks legit," Mr. Channing interrupted handing Poseidon back the warrant.
"I'll show you to their rooms," Mrs. Channing said.
"Thank you."
The duo followed Mrs. Channing out while Mr. Channing went back to his newspaper. They walked up the flight of stairs and walked to the right. One of the door peeked open and greenish-brown eyes poked out. A little squeak was heard and then the door closed sharply. A small sigh escaped Mrs. Channing.
"Who's Beau?" Simp questioned.
"He's my… nephew," Mrs. Channing answered, "He and the girls were close."
"How long is he here?"
"Just another week, he lives in France but flew over for the summer."
"I take it he's not… doing well?"
Mrs. Channing shook her head and left it at that.
"Maya's room is across the hall, this is Kara's," Mrs. Channing said, "I trust you can take it from here."
"Yes, thank you," Poseidon answered.
"I just want my daughters back."
Mrs. Channing turned and walked back down the hall.
Kara's door was the same as the others, maple with designs. Opening the door showed that she had a clear view of the garden outside. She had one of those circular window seats and white curtains. Her walls were painted cream with pictures on the wall and a few quotes on wood things. At first they couldn't find her bed, but then they realized there were two stories to her room. The bottom was clearly where she would hang out with friends. There was a few beanbags and comfortable chairs placed strategically throughout the room and a desk by another window. A few tables with random knick-knacks placed on them were around the room as well. There was even a bar, filled with soda and food, off to the left.
They went up the twisting stairs to the top and found her bed. It was placed in the wall with a glowing fish tank surrounding it. To their right was a walk in closet and to the left a bathroom. Across from the bed was a little alcove where a purple beanbag was placed and a few writing utensils and books. There was a light above it, still on, slowly moving from one color to another.
"You check downstairs I'll look up here," Simp suggested.
"You just want to go through her closet," Poseidon retorted.
"I have a few teenage niece's. I've had to grab things for them before."
Me: You don't want to go through them searching the house, I don't… but I figured that I would at least have them going to Kara's room. Plus I wanted to add the last three sentences and it wouldn't make sense without them going to her room anyways.
Review here: I'm bored…