(A/N) This past is for Finnick created by W. R. Winters.

Finn: Past

Fear – It was supposed to be a routine trip, a fun outing, a reward for getting through another school year, a chance to spend time with his mother, a chance to be out on the water and basically everything else that Finn enjoyed. What it wasn't supposed to be was winds that felt like they were trying to rip the boat apart, waves that slammed against the boat trying to knock it over, spray so high that Finn got completely drenched, and it wasn't supposed to raining drops so big that Finn felt a sting every time they hit his bare hands. In short, there wasn't supposed to be a tropical cyclone on his boating trip.

He clutched the boat's rails with both hands as he heard his mother yelling for him.

"Finn! Finn! Where are you?" she screamed.

"I'm over here Mom!" Finn screamed but he felt the wind steal his words away.

His own voice blew past his ears and he knew his mother wouldn't have heard. Even if the wind hadn't been so strong, he doubted she would have heard anyway but he knew that she would be looking for him.

Suddenly, a loud crack of thunder sounded overhead. The noise was so loud that Finn let go of the deck railing to clap his hands over his ears which throbbed in pain. At that exact moment, a wave slammed into the other side of the boat and tipped it so far over than Finn felt himself falling. He knew that his mother had seen him too.

"Finnick!" she screamed terrified.

She only used his full name when he was in trouble or he had scared her so bad she was going to cry.

"Mommy!" Finn screamed reaching towards the way he thought was up.

He couldn't tell what was happening on the boat once he hit the water. Finn was a swimmer. He had been swimming before he could run but this was different. He was cold and scared and his ears pounded and he didn't know where he was or where his mum was and he felt numb and he couldn't move and everything seemed to hurt. Then the waves were playing catch with him and Finn couldn't get his bearings. He wished it would stop so he could swim away. Eventually it did stop but Finn wasn't able to move.

Finn knew the moment when the water closed around his head. He could feel his hair streaming up around him. He was sinking. Finn waved his arms around in a desperate attempt to move up. He knew which way was up but he couldn't get any closer to the surface. He couldn't drown. He couldn't die. He wanted to do so many more things. However, despite his struggling, Finn grew colder and more afraid. His movements slowed down and became sluggish. Against his will, he felt his brain shutting off as his lungs screamed for air. In a few seconds, Finn was unconscious.

While he was unconscious, Finn thought that he heard a voice talking to him and it was calling his name.

"Hello." Finn thought.

"Hello Finnick." a voice said.

"I don't like that." Finn stated immediately.

"Don't like what?" asked the voice amused and confused.

"Finnick." Finn replied, "Call me Finn."

"Alright Finn." the voice said with a chuckle.

"Where am I? Am I dead? Are you God?" Finn thought in quick succession.

"You are not dead Finn." the voice said amused, "And I am your father."

"My father?"Finn wanted to say, "I don't have a father. I only have a mother."

However, Finn could feel himself getting pulled deeper and deeper. In a way, Finn was relieved. Feeling meant that he was awake again and being awake meant he could move. Finn tried to move his arms and legs the way his mother had taught him but he felt as if he was treading water rather than slicing through it.

"Not good." Finn's groggy brain thought, "I need air."

His lungs were starting to burn again when he felt a pair of hands, maybe more than one pair, grab at his clothing and pull him to the surface. All at once, Finn broke the water and came fully awake. He could feel the breeze blowing past his ears and his wet hair flopped down into his face. He was soaked through but he was alive. Finn heard waves breaking on a shore and that was the way he swam. When his feet touched the bottom, he swam a few more feet then crawled the rest of the way out of the water. He was annoyed to find that he had come out on sand but stronger than his annoyance was his fatigue. Finn hadn't been tired when he was in the water but now he could barely move. He crawled a few more steps before he couldn't hold himself up anymore and flopped into the sand.

When Finn awoke, he was lying in a soft bed with a light quilt covering him. He wasn't cold or tired anymore but he didn't know where he was.

"Hello!" Finn called out.

"Hello." a voice answered him.

Finn could hear hooves making their way to his bed.

"Who are you?" asked Finn.

"I am Chiron, the activities director here." the voice told him, "Who are you?"

"I'm Finn." Finn replied, "Where am I? Where is here?"

"You are in the infirmary at Camp Half-Blood which is on Long Island Sound in New York." Chiron explained, "We found you unconscious on the beach and the dryads who had found you just saw you lying there all alone. Where did you come from?"

"I don't know." Finn replied, "All I know is that I was on a boat trip with my mom and we got hit by a typhoon and then I fell overboard and a voice told me that he was my father and now I'm here. Have you seen my mom?"

"Unfortunately no." Chiron told him gently.

Finn's face fell as he thought about where she could be. Was his mom safe or did she fall overboard like he had?

"Did the voice mention who he was?" asked Chiron.

"No." Finn replied.

"I see." Chiron replied thoughtful as he began to pace.

"Are you riding a horse?" asked Finn curious.

Chiron stopped pacing and turned to the boy.

"I am a centaur young man." Chiron explained slightly annoyed but more confused, "I have the body of a man from the waist up and the body of a horse from the waist down. I am not riding a horse as you can see."

"Well yes…" Finn replied, "…and no."

"Could you please explain?" prompted Chiron.

"I can see your point since you explained it to me." Finn told him, "But I can't see in general because I'm blind. Can you see how that might be a problem?"

"I can imagine." Chiron mused, "It appears the orientation film may not be sufficient in your case. I suppose I will have to explain your lineage to you."

"What about me are you going to explain to me?" asked Finn.

"Your lineage, or who your parents were." Chiron told him, "One of your parents was a mortal, that would be your mother, and your other parent was a god. You father was one of the Olympian gods, a Greek god."

"Like in the Disney movie Hercules?" asked Finn.

"Those gods but more real, more mature, more serious." Chiron tried to explain so the kid didn't get fried.

"So now what?" asked Finn.

"Well, if you go out into the human world, you will be attacked by monsters." Chiron told him, "You will stay here and train. As we don't know who your father is, we will put you in the Hermes Cabin once you have recovered."

"Okay." Finn replied trying to sound less confused than he was.

"It will take time to adjust." Chiron said sympathetically, "I will leave you to get your rest Finn. Good bye."

"Good bye." Finn called as the clopping receded and a door was pulled shut gently.

Finn laid back and tried to stay awake to think about what he was told but his eyes refused to stay open. He quickly dropped off to sleep as if a spell had been cast over him.