Blood ran down his arms as the sharp leather of the reins dug into the fragile skin, but he couldn't care less. His main concern was for the steed beneath him who fought the howling wind with every ounce of strength in her beautiful body.

"Little one this is suicidal!" Pyra shouted, her voice echoing in his mind. She snorted in pain as the wind caught her left wing, wrenching it painfully.

"If we don't continue my son will die!" Theseus shouted back, his voice faint over the raging wind.

"And if we don't land now we all die!" Pyra argued, squealing as a branch, propelled through the storm collided with her chest.

'I don't care!" Theseus shouted back, kick his heels into the mare's sides. The horse responded to the urging and she lowered her head, wings rising once more as she did what she could to get them through the storm.

Jason was shivering against his chest, as rain pelted them, feeling like small pebbles from the way the wind threw them.

"If you won't stop for me will you stop for the colt? He's just a foal. And you are scaring him."

"He'll live." Theseus growled, peering through the rain and clouds to try and find any sight of the blue Mustang they were searching for.

Pyra huffed, shaking her head, straining against her bit. She ducked her head, trying to rip the reins from her rider's hands. Theseus fought back only to yelp as the mare folded her wings. His grip loosened as he grabbed for mane to steady himself

"This is enough Theseus! I'd die to defend Nico but this is pointless! We can't see through the storm. We could have flown over the car and missed it. Olympus is close and I can sense your father. He can find Percy. And if we find Percy we find Nico. Now please little one. Think for once in your existence."

"But..."

"Nico has Luke protecting him. I was with you when you bought Luke. I heard what Ares said. The boy is a fighter and Percy has already defeated a Fury. Nico is a fighter too. This storm will keep Zeus from finding them too. They will be fine. Now I need rest before I fall from the sky and kill us all. So we are stopping at Olympus."

Theseus was silent as Pyra winged her way towards Olympus, Jason was shivering and whining softly against his chest. Theseus sighed, wrapping his arms around the small boy and releasing the reins, Pyra knew the way on her own.

"You okay?"

Jason glanced at him. "I just want to go back to Camp."

Theseus had no answer for that though guilt gnawed at his stomach when he saw the fear in the soft blue eyes. He pulled Jason a little closer, rubbing his arms soothingly.

Jason hid his face as Pyra was buffeted sideways by the storm, her ears flattened and she kicked out in anger.

"I swear I'm going to kick Zeus and Poseidon in their sweet spot for this!" She shouted.

Jason whined as the horse finally found solid ground beneath her hooves, she landed roughly, dropping her shoulder and Theseus had to once again grab for mane to keep from going flying. Pyra stumbled, nearly falling to her knees before regaining her balance. The wind still howled but the rain wasn't so stinging. Thes peeked around and noticed that they were in a somewhat sheltered garden atop Olympus that he knew well.

"You can look now. We've landed."

Jason peeked out as Theseus dismounted. He grabbed Pyra's reins, pulling them over her head. "Thanks girl."

She shot him a dirty glare. "You are very lucky I love you and that little colt. Or else I'd have bucked you off the moment you suggested I fly into a storm. Or before you put that on my back," She shot Jason a dirty look as the Roman slid to the ground.

Theseus hushed her, patting her neck. "Wait here. I still need you. I'm going to have to drop the kid off. I don't want to have the whole 'We must not let the Greeks and Romans meet' lecture thingy." He grabbed Jason by the back of his jacket and dragged the boy towards the door of the golden mansion nestled in the garden. He didn't bother to knock. He didn't have to.

"HEY SUNSHINE!" He shouted, ignoring Jason flinching at the noise. "Get your ass down here before I let Ares babysit your baby bro. If you don't get here before I count to five it will be Aphrodite!" Theseus looked up the golden staircase and began to count. "One, two..."

"Gods Thes. Do you want the poor kid traumatized?" A mess of blonde hair appeared at the top of the stairs and yawned. "I was about to go and annoy Arty."

Thes grinned. "Pithy showed up at my place with this!" He shook Jason lightly. "I'm giving it to Nico for a toy. But I need to talk with my father for a few minutes and..." He grabbed Jason's arm and pulled the sleeve back so Apollo could see the brand. "that makes it a bit difficult to cart him through Olympus. Not to mention I don't have my bondage toys on me so he might open his mouth."

Apollo blinked, yawning again. "But I'm sleepy. And Romans are mean to me."

"They also knew you couldn't be changed you were so perfect." Theseus added, knowing Apollo's fascination with being complimented.

The Sun God purred happily, walking down the stairs and studying Jason. "He's my brother?"

"Pithy thinks so. He found him and kidnapped him. He's a bit spunky so leave his handcuffs on. He tries to bite and kick at first but he'll settle in. I'll be back in ten at the max. Can you handle him?"

Apollo frowned, noting the dripping wet clothes and the shivering boy. "Poor baby. You must be freezing. Let's get you in some dry clothes and see if you're hungry." Apollo cooed, wrapping an arm around Jason. The smaller boy looked to Theseus who nodded at him.

"He's shy. He didn't really talk to me until his life depended on it." Theseus explained.

"We'll fix that right up. Come on little bro. I'll take care of you. It's my job." Apollo's friendly smile seemed to calm Jason and the little Roman took a few hesitant steps after him. Theseus was already out the door.

Jason gulped a little as Apollo guided him up the stairs. He remembered the discussion Theseus had with the scary guy who'd knocked him out and then started jabbing him with needles. Being a sex slave was so not his idea of fun. He began to resist, dragging his feet and trying to twist free of the man's hold. But his brain was still slow and fuzzy and he was pretty sure his hand-eye coordination was shit from it. Especially when he managed to punch himself in the nose instead of Apollo.

"Easy kiddo. Easy. I'm not going to hurt you."

Jason whimpered, twisting around. "I don't want to be a sex slave." He whined.

"You're not my type at all little one. I don't fuck my siblings unless I'm really drunk. And I'm totally sober right now. Unless Spongebob was right and you can get drunk off of ice cream." Apollo began to sing softly. "Oh, I'm a goofy goober, yeah! You're a goofy goober, yeah! We're all goofy goobers, yeah! Goofy, goofy, goober, goober, YEAH!"

Jason just stared, as he was lead upstairs, all the fight leaving him as confusion replaced it. He found himself being lead into the bathroom, but it all returned when Apollo locked the door. He whimpered but Apollo hushed him.

"You soaked to the skin little one and you smell like wet horse. A nice bath will help. I've even got a rubber hydra!" Apollo picked up a squeaky toy of a seven headed beast and squeaked it.

Jason tried to scramble away, only to cry out as he was picked up as if he weighed as much as a sack of potatoes. He squirmed and thrashed, trying to bite and kick but he was eleven and no match for the strong twenty year old God that held him. He felt his shirt being hauled up, followed by a rip of the fabric because of his handcuffs.

"Stay still and I'll let you take your jeans off on your own and I'll turn around while you get your underwear off." Apollo soothed, managing to catch Jason's foot and get one boot off before the foot nearly kicked his head off. "You really are making this difficult. Stay still or I won't give you the bath crayons!" He got another kick or that, but he did manage to free one foot from the sock despite Jason's flailing.

"Quick kicking! Or I'll take away the strawberry bubble bath!" Apollo threatened, getting the other shoe and sock off despite the struggles. He got a hold on Jason's waist and lifted the boy up the grab his jeans and yank them down, which Jason didn't take to kindly too and doubled his kicking, one foot narrowly missing Apollo's groin.

"Behave! Or I'll get more of the sedative!"

That made Jason freeze, whimpering softly.

"Good boy!" Apollo praised, patting his head like he was a dog.

Jason stayed perfectly still as his jeans and boxers were pulled down before he was placed gently in the bubbly water, surrounded by the smell of strawberries. He eyed Apollo nervously as the God removed his shirt but he had nothing to worry about as the tanned muscled chest became visible. Apollo simply picked up a cup from the little shelf beside the tub and began to carefully pour water onto Jason's head.

"Here!" Apollo gave him the squeaky hydra which Jason took, his head bowed low as he tried to hide his blush at being treated like a big baby. He couldn't remember a time when someone had bathed him. Unless you counted Lupa picking him up as a pup and dropping him into the river then licking him dry. After he'd come to Camp he'd been in charge of his own care. So in some way it was sorta nice as Apollo held out three shampoos to him.

"Which one do you want?" Apollo asked.

Jason cocked his head to the side before pointing to the red one. "Can I have cherries please? If it's not to much trouble?"

"I wouldn't have asked if it were any trouble." Apollo smiled at him and Jason found himself returning it.

He tensed a little as the cold shampoo was poured onto his scalp but soon relaxed as Apollo gently rubbed it into his hair.

"How does that feel? Warming up?" Apollo asked and this time Jason smiled back readily, listening as Apollo began to hum. "Eyes closed little one. It's no tears but we don't want the dirty water in your cute little face." He tilted Jason's jaw back and the little Roman felt warm water wash over him as his hair was rinsed.

Jason began to toy with the hydra toy as he opened his eyes as Apollo found a washcloth and scrubbed his back clean.

"You can play with it."

"I'm eleven. I don't play with toys." Jason dropped the toy and began to squirm again though to his relief Apollo was rising the soap off and grabbing a large fluffy gold towel.

"Up!" He called closing his eyes so Jason would stand up and take the towel without complaining. When the Roman was wrapped up tight Apollo's blue eyes opened and he reached out, easily scooping Jason up and carrying him out of the bathroom ignoring his complaints. Jason found himself yawning as he settled his chin on Apollo's shoulder, not wanting to fight anymore. He felt safe. His body relaxing as he realized Apollo wanted nothing more than to take care of him.

"Stay awake a little longer sweetie. We need to feed you." Apollo bounced him lightly. "The sedatives are still in you system. I told Pith not to use them if you had an empty tummy and not to give you the full dose but as glassy eyed as you look I'm guessing he didn't listen."

"Two shots." Jason agreed, holding out his right arm so Apollo could see the twin tracks of needles.

"That fucking idiot. I told him one needle max! No wonder you are so out of it and weak." Apollo sat him down on the kitchen counter, Jason sliding forward a bit until he righted himself. He blinked trying to remember what Theseus had given him on the ride over here. He remembered something stinging his arm when he'd thrown a fit about flying into a hurricane. After that he was sure it had gone dark, and when he'd woken up Theseus was muttering something the clouds blocking the moon even though the sun hadn't quite set before he'd fallen asleep.

Jason didn't really notice Apollo leaving until something warm and yummy was being forced between his lips. He lapped it up like a good boy, blinking when he realized he was being fed warm broth from a plastic toddler spoon. He grumbled a bit, his stomach felt like it was in knots but he was still hungry so he opened his mouth and let more be spooned in before his dignity kicked in, and he turned his head away.

Apollo huffed. "Jassie baby you need to eat."

He kept his head away.

"Here comes the airplane!" Apollo tried making a little buzzing noise and swooping the spoon down. Jason turned his head the other way, mouth firmly closed.

"Come on Jason!" Apollo frowned, bumping the spoon into Jason's lips. "Two more bites and you can have a cookie!"

Jason just glared. Apollo grumbled, opening his own mouth and eating the broth. "Look it's yummy!" He scooped up some more and tried to airplane again.

"Why is Nico's sex toy sitting on the counter, naked, with you shirtless feeding him?" Theseus asked walking through the door. "If this is one of those baby roleplaying games? Because if it is I'll be pissed. I want him a virgin for Nico."

Jason whimpered. "Help!" He tried only to get a pacifier shoved in his mouth. He promptly spit it back out at Apollo who picked it up, washed it under the sink, and shoved it back in his mouth.

"Bad Jassie! We don't spit binky!"

Theseus sighed, shaking his head. "He's 11. Not a baby Apollo."

"But he's so cute! And Zeus never lets me see my babies! Do you think I can keep him? Please Thes!"

"No. I'm giving him to Nico. You'd scare the poor kid."

Apollo pouted, but disappeared out the door, returning a moment later with freshly washed jeans, a black T-shirt, and a rain jacket. "He's about the same size as Michael so these should fit." The God snapped his fingers, and Jason found himself fully dressed.

Theseus glanced between the God who looked like a kicked puppy now that he realized his little guest was leaving, and Jason who was glaring at him.

"The storm is pretty bad right now and Pyra is about ready to bite my dick off if I ask her to work anymore today. So I'll make a deal with you. If you can lend me your car for a few hours, and I will have it back before the sun rises, you can keep Jason for the night."

"Can I please!" Apollo bounced happily, looking like an excited puppy. "I never get to see my babies and I like kids! I'm the protector of children and Zeus never lets me play with cute babies. I'll take good care of him! I promise!"

Thes chuckled softly, "Sure. Just keep his handcuffs on and if you decide to go to sleep tie him up. I don't feel like having to track him down later."

"I can do that!" Apollo pounced on the demigod, hugging him tightly. "Thank you Thes! You don't know how much you mean for me. You're only immortal, not a God. You don't know how much it hurts to see a hurt child and know you can't do what you were born to do because your king is an as..." He looked as Jason. "The rear end of a donkey. Zeus is a donkey rear end."

Theseus smiled slightly at that, shaking his head. "Fine. Just keep him out of sight. If Zeus sees him, he'll kill him."

"He'll be nice and safe with me." Apollo agreed, grabbing a roll of duct tape since someone had spit out his binky again. This time when it was forced into Jason's mouth it was secured by a few pieces of the silver miracle worker.

With one more shake of his head, Theseus left the room. His head ached and he felt like vomiting but he knew it was just from worrying about his son so much. His father had been a little surprised to see him but the big doofus had bought his lie.

The conversation went like this.

"Hey Dad. I was just spying on Percy's house and I saw a few of Hades's minions hanging around. Where's Percy so I can arrange a guard to babysit him?"

"Those bastards better not lay a finger on my baby. He's in Montauk. It's where he was conceived and his mother takes him occasionally."

Theseus had bolted off before his father could ask why he wasn't in Atlantis where he was suppose to be or how he knew where Percy lived... But something else nagged at him. He knew what but he couldn't do anything about it until Nico was safe. After that he was going to lock his bratty son in his room and then go and investigate the person he'd seen.

He'd been running through the halls of Olympus, searching for his father, figuring he'd be near Zeus's room so the brothers could easily have their usual shouting match. Only for with typical Theseus's luck, he ran straight into a cutie. A very tiny, very adorable cutie. A cutie who was currently lying on top of him. He got a glimpse of beautiful hazel eyes, a delicate, almost feminine face hidden behind a mess of light brown hair. A cutie who had whimpered in pain and fear when Theseus had tried to touch him.

"You're hur..." He hadn't even finished the sentence before the boy had gotten to his feet and bolted, disappearing around a corner. The King of Athens had considered following him, but Nico's plight forced him to hurry back to Apollo's.

But now behind the wheel of Apollo's Sun Chariot, which had morphed to suit Theseus's taste in the form of a snarling 1970 red Plymouth Roadrunner, he could think. He'd never seen that boy before. And he had been a boy. 15 or 16 at the most.

Curiosity spiked Theseus vowed to investigate further, after Nico was safe of course. So he was left to muse about that adorable face while he drove.

Luke was pulled from sleep by a very interesting situation. Percy and Nico had disappeared from his side but he could feel them sitting on either side of his leg, whispering. He decided to fake sleep and see just what happened.

"He's been sleeping forever!" Percy whined.

"I don't think we should have let him sleep. Isn't that bad with concussions?" Nico murmured, poking his leg. .

"Then wake him up!" Percy hissed.

"How? We've been shaking and poking at him."

"Should we kiss him?" Percy asked, remembering Luke's advice from the other day.

Luke soon felt two soft pecks to his lips, one from each of his little boyfriends. He shifted a little but showed no other signs of waking up. At least to the two boys.

"Now what?" Percy asked.

"I saw something in porn once when the Doctor was trying to wake his coma patient up. He took his pants off and gave him a blowjob and that worked."

"Why does he need his pants off for a blowjob? I don't even think we have a hair dryer. " Percy asked confused but Nico was already tugging at Luke's boxers, a determined look on his face.

Luke was quite content to see where this lead but Jag had to interrupt, with her deep warning bark. He shot up, all pretenses of being asleep vanish as he yanked his boxers back up, and grabbed for his jeans.

"Get dressed!" He ordered Nico and Percy who scrambled to obey. He pulled his slightly damp shirt over his head and peeked through a curtained window, cursing at what he saw.

The sun was just starting to break through the stormclouds, casting a dim light onto the beach, but it was enough that Luke saw a familiar creature between the Mustang and them. The Minotaur was sniffing at the car, his hot breath steaming up the car's windows, as it tried to detect if they were still inside.

"It found us." He whispered, grabbing for Nico's sword. "We need to get out of here."

"How? We have to go through it to get to the Mustang." Nico asked.

Luke's eyes scanned the beach. "I'll distract it. You two make a run for the car. Get it started and run the fucking bastard over."

"And ruin my car?"

Luke huffed, "Fine, then we get eaten."

Percy was quiet for a moment. "What about my Dad? Won't he help us? We are right next to the ocean."

"Gods don't care about us Perce. We are disposable to them. Just pawns in their little games."

Nico shook his head. "Papa loves me and he wouldn't let me get hurt. Watch!" Nico bolted out the door before Luke could grab him.

The Minotaur's massive head turned, as it scented Nico, his scent no longer muffled by the cabin.

"Nico!" Percy shouted, grabbing his dagger and chasing after the younger boy.

Luke looked at Jag. "I'm protecting suicidal idiots." He grumbled before following the idiots, the Shepherd on his heels.

Nico was kneeling, one hand pressed against the earth, his lips moving but Luke was too far away to hear the words. Percy stood protectively in front of him, dagger drawn as the Minotaur charged.

"Fuck!" Luke cursed and did the first thing that came to mind. He flung himself between the cuties, only to have the Minotaur's wide hand collide with his chest so he went tumbling head over heels, landing in a heap near the cabin. He heard something snap, followed by a searing pain in his leg. Through tear-filled eyes he was forced to watch as Percy and Nico fought the beast alone, his broken leg keeping him from helping.

Percy ducked under the same arm that had taken him out, striking out like a viper, his dagger sinking into the creature's calf before Percy nimbly dodged the bellowing beast attempts to grab him. The Minotaur tried to grab him but the earth beneath his feet shook and cracked as Nico kept whispering, his eyes closed but somehow knowing when to make the earth shudder so the Minotaur would stumble as Percy weaved through its legs, slashing and stabbing.

The Sea Prince was red faced and panting when he finally seemed to realize he was only weakening the Minotaur, not killing it. Something blazed in his eyes as he surged forward one more time.

Blood oozed from the giant's cows legs and it bellowed again as Percy nimbly ducked around it this time sinking his dagger into the beast foot and shouting "Jag! Fass!"

The dog which had been watching everything rocketed forward, teeth bared, barking and snapping as she launched herself at the Minotaur, her teeth sinking into his left hand and locking in place, refusing to release even when the monster began to flail, shaking his entire arm to try and free himself. But Jag wasn't letting go until she heard Percy ordering her off, which the Son of Poseidon had no plans of doing.

Percy had stopped behind the beast, his back to the ocean, eyes closed. Luke felt his breath leave him as a huge wave rose up, thousands of gallons of water rushing to obey Percy's will. With an almost lazy flick of his hand the water shot forward, parting around Percy and Nico and began to swirl around the Minotaur.

"Jag! Aus!" Percy commanded, and the dog instantly dropped to the ground, hackles raised and growling. "Heir!" Percy called and Jag loped over to heel, her golden eyes locked on the Minotaur still.

The water swirled chest high around the Minotaur, strands climbing over the creature's head to form bars, so the beast was in a little cage.

Percy's green eyes seemed to blaze as he stalked forward, his dagger clenched in his hand.

"I want to make a deal." He stated coolly, ignoring Luke and Nico staring at him like he was crazy.

Luke groaned, wishing for once he didn't have a thing for troublemakers.