Hey it's me PoisonBones, just coming in to make sense of the 2nd chapter. I've had a couple come ask me why Apollo didn't just work his magic and fix up Artemis in like two seconds. I can explain that. In the books, after Percy and Ares fight and Percy stabs Ares through the ankle, if Ares went back to Olympus after that, why didn't Apollo just fix his ankle up like that? I'm thinking maybe Apollo either can't use his abilities on other gods/goddesses because they're immune to it, or it's forbidden. Just lightening that up. This chapter is about Apollo's revenge (I plan to be truly evil to Hera MWAHAHAHAHAHA) Please enjoy!

Hera's POV

How long does it take to blink? Try it. Not long right? Now split that time in half. That's about as long as I had to register who had stormed into my garden before the searing pain started to fill my shoulder and black spots danced in front of my eyes. I think Apollo had thrown me into the marble column to the left, but, believe it or not, it's pretty hard to make sense of that kind of stuff when your arm feels about ready to fall off. I hardly had time to feel my wound out when another explosion of pain burst through me, this time in my lower jaw. Apollo's blonde hair was tousled, and his piercing blue eyes were swimming with fury.

Blood began to rush from my nose, and it was steadily making its way down to collect upon my upper lip, before rushing in river across mouth and to the end of my chin. I inhaled the blood that was filling my mouth as Apollo kicked me in the ribs repeatedly, causing me to cough and wheeze. He pulled me up roughly by the shoulders and slammed the side of my head into the column and then without a pause, put his foot firmly on my ankle, and practically turned it in a 360 degree turns. I couldn't bite my tongue anymore, I wailed in pain. Apollo put his hand over my mouth and removed his foot from my ankle and slowly lowered me to the ground slowly.

He laid me down on my back, and I could feel every broken rib, every popped vessel, every forming bruise. Apollo stared down at me. "Hera, that was for my sister. I have broken 8 of your ribs, your ankle is broken and the muscle is torn from the bone. Your shoulder is dislocated and you have a concussion." His voice was bold and clear, with an explaining tone. My breath hitched in my throat, I was horrified. Apollo had not been beating without thought. He had known what he was doing; he knew what he was doing to me. He had known exactly where to kick and where to hit to cause as much pain as possible without killing or paralyzing me. He was the god of healing after all, and with no doubt I knew he had every crevice of the human, or in this case gods, body engraved into memory.

He disappeared from my sight. He was leaving me here to be in pain alone. And I was. My shoulder and my head were both throbbing with an incredible misery. And my ankle burned. It felt as though so someone had shoved my entire leg into Hephaestus' many forges.

Though it hurt to move, I jumped quite a bit when someone touched me. I shifted the best I could to see who it was, and I was puzzled beyond explanation.

Apollo was bent down beside me, cleaning my open cuts with antiseptic and stopping the bleeding. Why was he helping me? He had just beaten me senseless and he was helping care for my wounds?

"Apollo." My voice came out as a raspy and small squeak. Not to intimidating if you ask me.

"Hold still." My step-sons voice was quiet but firm; and I held still for a full five minutes.

"Apollo?" My voice was slightly stronger this time, and I was smug on this fact, being as earlier I had sounded like a mouse that had been put in the microwave.

Apollo looked up at me, a look of anger and annoyance present on his handsome face. "What?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm fixing you." He looked back down at his delicate work

I was so confused. Why was he helping me? "Why? I thought you would just leave me here to wait for whoever comes this way next."

He looked back up, his gaze catching mine. He was no longer irritated, and a strangely calm and tense expression was set into his face. "You did that to Artemis."

"Yes. So why not do it to me?" His face tensed to the fact where it was obvious he was restraining himself from hurting me more.

"Because I will not sink to your pathetic level." He spit the words out at me. He was silent a moment, and then he lifted me from the ground.

"What are you doing?" I gasped as pain shot through me like waves.

"I'm finished with you, and if I have to listen to your voice for even a minute longer I will be sick." He carried me into my garden home. He walked down the marble hallways with me in his arms, holding me bridle style, but purposely making it uncomfortable. He turned a corner and pushed open the door to the bedroom. Holding me 3 feet above the bed, he dropped me. I hissed in pain as my body hit the firm mattress.

Apollo disappeared in a flash of light, leaving me alone in my own silence.

Zeus POV

Down on earth, I don't know how mortals react to the note of their son's anger, knowing that the worst they could do is murder. But up here, when one of my sons is angered, the best thing you can do is lock them in a padded room with a straight jacket on. Because with great power comes great responsibility. And in case you haven't noticed, none of us really have any responsibility when we're in a good mood. So guess what happens when one of us gets angry? Our sanity goes down the drain and we explode. Or implode, I don't really know how it works, none of us has ever gotten that pissed before.

But this was a chance for that lesson, because Apollo was angry for a specific reason.

When Hermes told me about Apollo's state of mind, we had gone straight to Artemis, trusting that she should know the reason. We had found her staring at the ceiling, bruised and bandaged, with worry etched into her usually stoic face. She had told me what happened. She told me everything, down to the last detail. But I wasn't angry at Artemis for ruining Hera's statue or at my son who was no doubt ragging on my wife. I was angry at Hera. How dare she assault my children for something as petty as a statue. But I would not punish her, I was pretty sure Apollo had done that already. No, I would give her my mind and leave things be. The last thing needed on Olympus right now was two angry, and quite powerful, gods upset with each other.

I had sent Hermes back to his quarters and told him to stay put, and leave Apollo alone at all costs, while I went to investigate the crime scene.

There was god's blood on the large marble pillar, but that was about it. Not much to go on. I marched into her home and brought myself to her bedroom door. Rolling my neck, I took a deep breath and stepped inside. My wife was laid back on the bed, and as I entered her gaze came to me.

For a moment, I said nothing, just stared down at her. Then I spoke.

"I am disappointed in you Hera."

"I suppose you know what happened?"

"Ever little detail."

"What did you expect me to do?"

"Forgive and forget?"

"She decapitated my stat-!"

"I will not let something as worthless as a statue come between the people I am in charge of, and especially not my own wife and our daughter."

"She is your daughter, not mine."

"You are the goddess of family. You are no less of a mother to the twins as you are to Hebe."

"I refuse to accept that burden."

"They are not burdens," I was disgusted with Hera's behavior to those two, "They are some of the most wonderful children you will ever chance to let your eyes grace."

"They are no longer children Zeus. They are adults, and so is everyone else around here."

"If everyone here is an adult, and we act like adults should act, then something somewhere went terribly wrong."

"I merely taught her a lesson, like adults should learn."

"I have heard enough about your petty morals Hera. Now this dilemma shall slide for now, but by Gaia's green grave if I hear another word of this I will lock the three of you in a room together and make about your feelings."

Hera was speechless for a solid thirty seconds before she spoke again.

"You wouldn't."

"Try me." With that snide remark I left. I wasn't going to visit the twins, they both needed their rest. I hadn't done much to solve this issue, and I didn't intend to do so further.

All I could do now was pray that Nemesis and Hades would show me mercy.

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