okay now ten minutes after i finished the last chapter it is now 11:38 pm. Yay!
Stiles shot up with a choked sound as he struggled to keep the noise from waking anyone up. This turned out to be a futile effort because as soon as he sat up arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him back sown, and he could feel them leaning in support. It's been 4 and 1/2 months since he helped his new serce. Soon after they had done the same ritual that Stiles and Scott had gone through. If anyone were to actually take all boys DNA at once it would show that somehow Stiles was a mother of three, who were all about the same age as him. Their features had changed like Scott's had. Jackson's blond hair darkened to dirty blond, and his eyes were whiskey colored like Stiles'. Issac kept his curl but his brown hair had darkened to Stiles jet black, and his eyes also changed to Stiles' whiskey eyes. Ever since the ritual the 4 boys were like peas in a pod. It was rare for them not to sleep in the same bed. Stiles had joked that if he didn't know any better he'd say they were werewolves. None of them cared. Though they all agreed that they felt better when they were together. Especially when Stiles had nightmares.
He gripped the arms tightly as he took deep breaths. "It's alright Stiles, we're here. We're safe." He often had more nightmares than sleep. He kept seeing his killings in vivid detail, along with the fear that his family would run away from him. But most of all he dreamed of what could have happened if he hadn't killed all those men. Those dreams are what convinced him what he did was right, what made the sleepless nights worth it.
"Thanks." He stopped and cleared his throat. "I didn't mean to wake you." He heard three scoffs and felt a three way head slap headed his way. He ducked and hid his small small. As much as it was rare for them to not sleep in the same bed, the moment any of their parents found out they knew it would come to a very quick end which was something none of them wanted.
"I wish you would smile more." This came from Issac who struggled not to duck his head after he spoke. Stiles had been working on his confidence and self esteem. Stiles turned and smiled a full smile that immediately vanished when Issac shook his head.
"I don't mean the fake one, I mean the little smile you do when you are truly happy." Stiles was confused. A smile was a smile. He nodded any way.
"We have the most loving brother anyone could ask for, but heaven knows he can't show it like a normal person." There were noises of amusement from all sides.
"But I wouldn't trade it for anything."Jackson said quietly. Stiles snuggled into his sons arms, and smiled before drifting away. He was loved.
Stiles didn't know what in the world possessed him to follow this girl into the bathroom. He had known what he'd find there. He'd been minding his own business talking with Issac about sarcasm and it's very many good qualities when he'd felt this overwhelming sadness and longing defeat. He knew this feeling. He himself had felt it, had almost given in. In fact he had planned to do it not shortly before he met Scott.
A gasp drew his attention to Issac who stared at Stiles in horror. Issac was a a Light magic user despite everything, with strong masking and tracking skills. His life had been so steeped in masking himself, and avoiding his father that it ingrained in his magic. He could make himself untraceable. Scent, sight, hearing, touch, all those he could fool. He coudl be standing next to you touching your arm and you wouldn't know it unless he wanted you to. He was also a water power manipulator. Yeah see Technically Issa was also his half brother because Issac's mom had an afair with the same man Stiles mom had one with. Now he was also his son. It was complicated.
He could tell you where every body of water was in a 500 mile radius and counting. They were still working on extending the range. He could probably live in water, never coming up for air if he wanted. He could understand and talk to any sea creature much like Stiles could with land and sea creatures. And every now and then, he'd get a glimpse of someone's past. He couldn't control it, it happened when his magic felt like it was something to see. Which was why he was staring horror struck at Stiles.
"Stiles.. you almost...?" He couldn't even finish the sentence. "Lepene why?
Stiles couldn't look at him. He wasn't proud of it, what he almost did. "You know how we discovered that I've been able to feel others emotions all my life before i unlocked all my magic?" Issac nodded.
"Before I met Scott, before I met you and Jackson, the main emotion I was around was John Stillinski's." He waited for it to click but he could feel the confusion in all of them. He didn't blame them. Next to their own fathers his must seem angelic.
"Well every time I'd wake up I could feel his hate and avoidance of me. Every day I came home to a cold anger so..." There were no words to describe how desperate he'd wanted to get away from the loneliness, from the feeling of never going to be loved. "I couldn't take it any more and I had decided to end it, because what more harm could it do? I had everything set up and then I met this wonderful brown eyed boy who I just needed to be around. Suddenly I had a reason to live, suddenly the silence and rage didn't hurt as much as it used to. Then I met these twin boys, and I had 2 more lights in my life. Which is why if I were to lose you I'd soon follow."
Stiles was slammed into the locker by Issac who huddled him.
"That bastard, and you! Don't you ever even think about it. You are not allowed to go!" Issac clung to him and ignored the funny looks he got. Stiles just stared down at the beautiful curly hair and smiled his little smile.
"Non voglio indugaire dopo l'ultimo muore." Issac brought his head up. (I will not linger after the last one dies)
"What's that?"
That's my promise to you and the others." Issac shifted about to ask, when Stiles felt a spike of pain rise and fall in seconds. Suddenly everything slowed as if everyone was running in deep water. He turned to look at the bathroom cursing himself for forgetting. It's like he couldn't run fast enough to her, he could feel her soul, her very essence slipping away and knew he was too late.
He found her in a stall half laying in a toilet where she had drowned herself and cut her wrist for good measure. He heard the screams of a couple of students who followed him, and wished he could scream like it was his first dead body. He made himself crouch and feel for a pulse knowing with a familiar numbness that she was gone, that the things that made her her were gone. He turned to the still screaming students.
"Go get a teacher!" They kept screaming. "I said go get a teacher!" 'Useless children' forgetting he was the same age. Standing up he stalked over to them. He sort of felt guilty for enjoying this but-
SLAP! the screams cut off as they turned to see Stiles bringing his hand down from slapping the boy in front of him.
"Are you done? Go get a teacher!" They ran out casting terrified looks behind them. That boy was a freak. He didn't even scream. 'Not natural' their minds whispered.
Stiles didn't bother to watch the children run off. They were so young. Better they left anyway. Too young for this. He crouched beside her and tried not to touch her. He knew police protocol. He's read up on all the protocols in California as so as he understood the dangers that both he and John Stillinski faced. He studied her face. Strawberry blond hair soaked with toilet water and with clouded green eyes staring sideways. He touched her pulse point and sighed. She could have lived well into her eighties if she hadn't been driven to this.
He felt Issac and the others poke the bond, and didn't blame any of them for not following him in here. It was a gruesome scene, and Stiles was the only one not really effected by the dead body. No, he didn't care about the gruesome body. It was watching her soul spill into the ground slowly that got to him. He sent back a reassuring nudge and sat down on the cold tiles waiting for the adults to get there.
Lydia Martin. That's who the girl had been. That's all he cared to know. He knew what she looked like, he didn't want to hear how people remembered how kind she was, or how snobby she was. They didn't know her. Her soul the one thing that could define her, was gone, so what could they tell Stiles about her? Stillinski sr. hated/ resented him even more after that, drinking more, staying away until soon he never came home. Stiles had gotten worried despite trying not to be, and followed him one Saturday only to find that he had started staying in a motel room closer to work and the local liquor store. The feeling of abandonment and worthlessness that he'd already felt intensified. He didn't cry but he was never quite the same around adults again. Where before he was wary but gave the benefit of the doubt, he now distrusted them almost completely. He became even more attentive to his boys because he was never ever going to let them feel this pain more than they already had.
For the next 1 and 1/2 years things were as peaceful as a town with magical creatures could be. That being avoiding the Hale pack, pretty a few dark fairies, and a couple of other violent creatures. Issac lived with Stiles by themselves. Stillinski at least had the decency to keep the lights and water on every month. Stiles however did the rest of the housekeeping. Jackson practically lived with them too, with only one day visits to his mom a week. At least when she was in town. Scott spent the weekends. He liked to say that Stiles was sharing custody with Melissa who was so busy with her job she never actually called the Sheriff to check he was there. Compulsion also helped that. So they were basically a independent family. The boys tease Stiles that he was a mom and dad rolled in one. So yes it was as peaceful as it could get.
Then they met Hades. It was an accident. Really.
Stiles had been reading an old book. So old that it was falling apart at he seams, and he had to wear doctors gloves to handle it. That probably should have been a sign to be cautious but then again if he had he wouldn't have met the man. He had been reading on the various gods that were said to exist. One god stood out to him. Hades was a misunderstood creature Stiles felt. He was lonely. His brothers had cheated him. Which may have been a normal thing for brothers that didn't really love each other, but to trap him in a dark pit for eternity, to be hated. to be cursed at, just because of his job was a bit...extreme in Stiles eyes. All he had for company were souls of the dead either in torment, in punishment, or so in paradise that they ignored him. So it made perfect sense to Stiles that he had gotten desperate an trapped Persephone in the underworld with him.
However when he had read how he had tried to woo his new wife, he shook his head. She was the a goddess of spring. Spring was new life and bright colors. Hades was the god of death. Death's main color was black. And according to the book he underworld was a a pit of the colors black and green. Bright green of Greek fire. Fire was a bad hing or the plants of spring so it was understandable that she resented having to leave the upper world where she was used to sun light to the world of darkness.
Stiles mind had soon gone of on a tangent, and soon he had created a list of changes to the underworld that he felt both Hades and Persephone could live with. He wrote several ideas. Like instead of several different lines of dead people that took up most of the Underworld, Hades could create one building for each category and place them wherever he chose. Create an instant transport that took the newly dead soul to the building it belonged, before it would be transported to the right Field. Make it magically endless, it could be a hut and still fit all the souls it needed. If he converted some of the now open room to fields of wheat flowers or something, maybe ask Apollo for a bit of sun, he could make it her style. He could leave streets of obsidian or whatever color he chose between the field as a way to express himself in it. Maybe if he had crops and fields, she could tend to them in the winter. He could aslo decorate the palace differently.
It was said to be a massive stone palace with Greek fire everywhere, with the feeling of dreading dead infused in the walls. Maybe if he kept the outside of the palace the same black stone, with the outside of it keeping that dreary death feeling, but on the inside he could infuse it not with dark death, but the freeing feeling of people who had accepted and welcomed death. He could paint wall murals with a red background but black vines and white flowers in a part of the castle. Some night and day murals, or hey maybe a room just for her. He could have grass and flowers and a garden in it with birds and squirrels, and a piece of sun to to shine down on it. And a queen bed in the middle of the room shrouded in shadows so that at night she could see the garden but could sleep without glaring sun in her face.
He wrote his reasoning and ideas and plans as if he would actually be able to do any of it. It was spread out all over the kitchen in a chaos only he could understand. His sons had given up after 5 minutes of watching him going off muttering about how'their mom got crazy about research'.
Rolling it into a scroll like bundle he lit it on fire with a lighter siting on the kitchen table. The ashes whirled before sinking into the ground. If the god existed he would get he papers, if he didn't...well the ground just got a lot more fertilization. Issac poked his head down the stairs.
"Is it safe to make a sandwich again?" Stiles laughed a loud joyful sound that sent all the boys scrambling to the kitchen. They wanted cherish this sound, it was a rare treat.
Stiles is twelve while the other three boys are 11 btw
Stiles had forgotten about the ...letter..for lack of a better word. After garnering no response he continued on with his life figuring the god just didn't exist. He had helped a honest to god unicorn give birth, had built the fairies some tiny houses in his back yard out of hardened clay. He had a little village back there. There were strets running through out the back yard weaving in and out of the garden plants, he had two story houses, one story houses and buildings for storage do that they could store food how ever they wanted.
He and Issac had completed cleaned the rivers and streams in Beacon hills and the counties around it, to the point he water was crystal clear and not muddy brown. They had just started branching out into the ocean surrounding beacon hills. It had the added bonus of allowing the boys to have their first vacation without any one the wiser. They could transport themselves instantly after all.
All the brothers had signed up or Lacrosse so as to get more exercise. And Stiles added on to the martial arts and staff training, by adding yoga. So far the boys were a ton more flexible than what they had been. They were the only ones that liked coach Finstock. Stiles had thought the man was hilarious, and had smiled brightly after one of the man's bad jokes. That had sealed it for the others.
Scott had finally gained control controlling temperatures, and it helped the boys greatly when they got too hot during Lacrosse. All they had to do was brush against Scott and their temperatures would decrease. It wasn't hard. Lacrosse was a contact sport after all.
So everything was normal. Until it wasn't. They had been eating in Stiles kitchen, talking silently via their bond, laughing every now and then when they felt a presence hurtle towards them. They immediately stopped eating, each grabbing two guns from under the table. Well stiles grabbed his favorite shotgun.
When Hades appeared on top of the table he was faced with 7 guns from all sides. He stared at the children who'd obviously been eating not too long ago and raised an eyebrow.
"This...is not what I expected." Stiles stood from where he'd been eating.
"Who are you?" Stiles leveled a blank stare at the man standing on his kitchen table, aiming his shotgun at the god's chest.
"A better question is who are you? I received a letter from one of you." He brought a familiar bundle of papers. Stiles sighed.
"I sent those to you almost a moth ago. I figured you weren't real after a bit." Hades took a step as if to get off the table but was stopped by the sound of 6 guns cocking instantly.
"Those won't hurt me. You know who I am, what I am. I'm a god." Stiles glanced at the guns before looking at Scott who nodded. Soon the bullets were celestial bronze. He switched his gaze to Hades.
"They will now." Hades drew back and glanced at the guns. Interest gleamed bright for a second causing Stiles to cock the shotgun in his hand.
"So they will. May I remind you that it was you who wrote me?" Stiles barred his teeth.
"That doesn't require a visit."
"I wanted to thank you." Stiles stared at him intensely with blank whiskey eyes, which were really familiar. He seemed to be find an answer to an unsaid question.
~Let him down, but watch him carefully~
Suddenly all the gun weren't aimed at him. Hades again raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Interesting. As I said before I wanted to thank you. I took our advice and made some changes. By the time that my wife returns all the changes should be made.
"All of them?" Stiles was shocked. He'd thought, if the god was real, he'd maybe use a few but all?
"Well they were really good, and as you said in your notes, it was changes that both myself and Persephone could live with."
"When you say all...?" Hades chuckled.
"Endless buildings, fields and a new inner decorations." Stiles smiled slightly.
"I'm glad I could help. I hope she enjoys it, and that it improves your marriage." Hades sighed and nodded.
"I hope so too."
"Well now that you've said what you came to say, have a wonderful eternity." Stiles waited patiently for the man to leave. Hades' next comment made all 4 freeze.
"Where are your parents?" Stiles' face frosted over.
"Dead, Motel." Stiles.
"Dead, out of town." Jackson.
"Both dead." Issac.
"Dead, and at work." Scott. Hades hmmed absently.
"Okay. Here."He handed each one a glass beaded bracelet that were identical except for the color. One was sea green, one tsunami blue, one fire red, and one just crystal clear. The boys stared at the color in shock, How could the man have known? Silently they switched the bracelets around until the colors matched with the person's element. Stiles was sea green, Issac tsunami blue, Scott fire red, and Jackson clear. Jackson was a grey user as well, with air power. He could fly if he tried, as a result of being able to control air currents. This allowed him to be able to stop objects, and people as they moved through the air. He could find Issac too, because he could sort of 'see' when their was a gap in the air currents from where an object or person was.
"I would like it if you would come and see the progress, maybe give me some pointers. You don't have to decide now, those bracelets are transporters. If you think 'I want to go see Hades' it'll take you to the outside of the underworld. "
Stiles nodded and Hades disappeared. Stiles turned to the boys as soon as the presence vanished.
~What do you think?"
~I think that if we go we should be cautious.~ Issac said.
~And I think if we go we should take weapons.~ Of course this was Jackson.
~I agree with both~ Scott's answer settled i.
~Alright, we'll go tomorrow. Pack light, with collapsible staffs in accessible places, and knives in their positions.~
~Okay.~ They thought in unison. Stiles smiled his special smile and finished aloud.
"Alright let's go pack and then it's bed time. Jackson can you get the dishes? I 'll pack your bag." Jackson nodded and hung back as they continued up the stairs.
With a twist of his mouth and a flip of the wrist the dishes soared over the trash cans, dumping the leftover food in before they made their way to the dishwasher. It was with a satisfied look that he ran up the stairs to join the dog pile that he knew was going on.
The next morning they were up and had already done their exercises and yoga. They went through a few katas and ate a light breakfast before they left. They got into a tight circle their backpacks brushing against the others, all facing outwards as the best defensible position.
With the preset code sentence the disappeared, only to reappear in an alley beside a building. It looked like they had just stumbled onto a couple of gang kids about to mug 3 kids. Without hesitating the 4 boys started moving.
There were 5 gang members but that was okay. They'd had worse odds against worse threats.
~Jackson protect the kids and trip em' up when you get an opening.~
~Issac go untraceable and take em' down. Scott turn the heat up!~ Stiles gave directions as he brought his staff down on the leader of the gang. He spun and kicked his leg out causing the man to fall, he completed them moved by slamming the blunt and of the stick down hard on the man's skull. He moved on and slammed the staff in between his legs. He's felt the sadistic lust as soon as he'd appeared in the alley, so he deserved it.
He looked around to see the rest of the gang was down only to find the three kids had aimed weapons at them, well one of them was preparing to throw crushed metal can's at them, and glared.
"What is your problem? We just saved your lives and you aim weapons at us?" The boy slowly lowered his arm as well as the other boy, but the girl narrowed her eyes and continued to aim the knife at them.
"Why did you help us? Did Zeus send you to kill us?" Stiles stared at the girl and bit back a cuss.
"So you are a demigod too." She lowered the knife a fraction.
"Too? You are demigods? Who are your parents?" Stiles raised his eyes to the sky. He'd known for a while that they couldn't remain low key, but did it have to be so soon?
~Do you want to tell them?~ H asked the boys behind him without turning around.
~I have a feeling they won't react well if we don't tell them.~ Unhappy agreement lowed through all them, unknowingly having identical expressions. All whiskey eyes were resigned and sad. It caused Annabeth to feel a little guilty, but she pushed it away.
"I am Stiles, son of Poseidon, grandson of Demeter."
"I am Issac, son of Poseidon.
"I am Scott, son of Hephaestus."
"I am Jackson, son of Zeus."
The three demigods stared in shock. The black haired boys mouth opened and closed before he stepped more like stumbled forward.
"I am Percy, son of Poseidon."
"Well... this is unexpected." That was the understatement of the century. This discovery was interrupted by the princess looking girl.
"If you all have different fathers , then why are your eyes the same color?" Stiles wanted to groan. Why couldn't she just leave it alone? Jackson felt his frustration, and stepped forward.
"We share the same mother." There was an implied duh hanging between them. She flushed angrily opening her mouth.
"That's not possible. You are all around the same age. The chances of it are practically zero." She hissed her hair bushing up like an angry cat's. Percy stood there looking unwillingly amused as she was challenged.
"Well doll, it is possible because we all share the same mother." Jackson smirked the smirk that made you want to slap it off, and he knew it.
"What's her name? Or do you have to think a moment to make one up?" She smiled as if that won her the argument. Stiles felt his mouth curling up in a sneer. It was mirrored by all the boys, and surprisingly Percy.
"Our mother's name is Stiles Stillinski, and he is right here." Her smirk widened and nodded like that proved her point. Even the boy with horns on his head was looking at her strange.
"Like I said, that is impossible. He's a boy." She flicked her hair over her shoulder happy that she was right and that they were wrong. Stiles could feel her overwhelming superiority, and disdain for them for even arguing when she was always right. He stepped forward until he was nose to nose with her.
"Look princess, they are my sons. You live in a world where the Greek gods exist. What's so hard to believe that they might be mine?" She didn't move though she swayed backwards a little.
"Because, boys don't do that with each other. That would be wrong." Stiles widened his eyes as he realize what she thought had happened in order for him to have sons. He couldn't help it. He laughed in her face. An ugly crossed her delicate features.
"So you are homophobic." She glared icily, not noticing both Percy and Grover moving away.
"Well hate to break it to you, they are not my sons through sex. They are my sons through a magic ritual." Her glare melted and her mouth formed an 'o'. He dismissed her and turned his back on her. She was prejudiced know it all, and not worth his time. He smiled at Percy who smiled back warmly.
"So what are ya'll doing next to the entrance of the underworld?" Percy stiffened.
"I'm here to get my mom." He said right as Grover said "We are here to get Zeus lightning bolt."
The Stillinski's looked at them before Stiles nodded as if coming to a decision.
"Might as well start from the beginning." They all ignored Anabeth's protests. What followed was a long story full of anger at his stepdad for ever laying a hand on him and his mother, grief of watching his mom disappear before his eyes, hope that he could get her back, and life and death adventures. When Percy finally wound down, the shock of his mom finally being gone, discovering he actually having a dad caught up and tears streamed down his face. He tried to wipe them while turning away but Stiles momma instincts caused him to hug Percy before he could. All the Stillinski boys surrounded Percy as he cried. Percy crumbled and let them hold him while he rode out the shock.
When Percy finally calmed down, Stiles addressed something that had been bothering him.
"Why do you have a bolt of lightning in your backpack?" Percy's eyes furrowed in confusion.
"I don't." Even as he said it he was reaching for his backpack to check. He shook it, and then tilted it so that Stiles could see it. On first look there wasn't one in there. But he could feel it. He knew he could. He reached for where felt the strongest sense of lightning. His touched a shield and gasped as the electricity sang. He pulled it out before handing it to Scott who stared at it for a minute before quickly dismantling it. Anna beth tried to stop him, ,but was stopped by Percy. She glared sharply at Percy who glared right back.
"Just because Luke gave it to you isn't a good reason to not take it apart." All the boys in the alley shot her look to see her flushing red. It seemed that Percy had hit the nail on the head. They snorted in sync.
By now Scott had taken it apart completely and in the middle of the shield, lay Zeus bolt.
"I- I didn't put that there." Percy was stuttering as he turned to the group of boys, two of which were his brothers, in hope that they believed him. His fears were for nothing because they smiled at him reassuring the young boy.
"It's okay Percy, we believe you." Grover who had until now remained silent said. Percy turned to him and relaxed.
"Thanks man."
"I for one am not sure. You probably did all this to show up my mom and Zeus." Annabeth's face was twisted as she sought to hurt Percy. He had humiliated her, and challenger her. Like he was the smart one. Percy's face was a mask of grief and betrayal. Stiles felt rage like he hadn't felt sense he'd killed the twins sorry excuse for guardians.
"Oh shut up you stupid blonde." He ignored her shriek of rage and slashed his hand across his throat in the universal sign for stop talking. He ripped one of his sleeved off, carefully wrapping the bolt up and handed it to Jackson.
She fell limp to the ground as she was put to sleep. He saw Grover's worried face as he looked between Stiles and his charge.
"She's only asleep." He looked relieved, nodding his thanks. I twas with a thoughtful look that he watched Percy's shoulders slump tiredly. He was so young. Too young for this. It was like the weight of the world had settled on his shoulders. And in a way it had. Percy's world lay on a shaky scale. His mom was kidnapped, his stepdad had painted him as a psychotic juvenile, he discovered he had a dad, and that that dad was a god, and on top of that he was constantly attacked. So yes, Percy's world was on his shoulders. He came to a decision and could feel his sons groan at him silently.
"Lepene, really?" Jackson sighed when a mental glare was aimed his way.
"He is family. We help family Jackson." Jackson gave a shrug and nodded when he felt even more disapproval through the bond. He hated it when his mom felt disappointed in him. Stiles continued.
~Issac, can you and Scott go talk to Hades and explain Here let me give you a memory to give to him." He transferred a line of silver to Issac's head. Also something they had stolen from Harry Potter.
`~Sure ma.~ Scott nodded silently as he hovered next to Issac. He didn't like strangers.
"Percy, I can fix this for you. Do you trust me?" Percy nodded slowly. This boy was his brother, and he'd never had one before but it seemed nice. "Would it bother you overly much if your stepdad died?" Percy hesitated before shaking his head.
"With my luck though he won't die till I'm fifty." He said miserably. Stiles curved his lips slightly and Percy felt like he'd been handed the world.
"Everything will be alright in a few days. Now go to sleep."
"Slee-?" he collapsed as Stiles knocked him out. He turned to Grover who bleated nervously.
"You gonna knock me out too?" Stiles chuckled at the brave goat, who was shaking in his boots.
"No. I'm going to send you and princess home while I take care of Percy's problem." Grover went to protest but was cut off.
"Look, I need someone to watch her. I don't trust her, I don't liker, and I certainly don't want her rushing off spouting everything she knows, putting my family in danger. You know what? I can fix that."He turned and concentrated on her prone form.
He sent cords of his magic into her skull, feeling around for memories to do with they recent events. When he found the he snagged them and started weaving a tight compulsion around the memories. She wouldn't be able to remember what just happened unless she was in his presence, even then she couldn't say a word about it. Satisfied with the job. He nodded to Grover. He twitched his finger and they vanished.
"Okay, first things first. Issac and Scott I changed my mind. Wait a minute while I take care of Percy, kay? I need to make this look like he escaped from kidnapper." Ideas zoomed in his head as he thought of and discarded ideas in seconds. He finally settled on one and smirked.
What followed would go down as America's most famous kidnapping escape. Stiles had glamoured himself as a tall man with wild looking blond hair and crazy eyes. He had unfortunately had to injure Percy. Bruises a cracked rib, and a concussion. He made sure Percy was asleep for that part though. He woke him up once he had finished. He explained to the by what was going on, who had agreed. He had hacked into abc's network and had Nationally broadcast a video posing as Percy. Being a psychotic with heavy delusions, he didn't notice Percy 'waking up' and 'escaping from his bonds'. This ended up with Percy hitting his 'kidnapper'over the head with a pipe, 'knocking him out'. He apparently didn't notice the camera in his panic and was later contributed to his concussion. He had ran out of the camera's view as the nation watched in shock as the boy they's been accusing of murder escaped an apparent psychopath. Cops were dispatched and soon found him clutching the pipe.
The video was ran several times, for the next three days. But by then everything was fine. As promised.
Stiles walked into the empty lobby, heading straight for the bored man slouching on his desk. He waited patiently for the man to raise his head. Stiles face, it's usual blank slate when not angry, or with his sons, looked around. Looks like Hades really had taken his suggestion.
He cleared his throat when the 3 minute mark past. The man continued to ignore them slouching over a fashion magazine. He cleared his throat again for good measure. Just to be sure he was being ignored before he took action. Obviously he was being ignored because he didn't raise his head the third time Stiles cleared his throat.
~Well I tried.~
~Yes Yes you did.~ Scott sounded entirely too happy. Stiles fondly shook his head. They had this absurd idea that he was bad ass when he was angry. Ridiculous.
~Issac if you'll do the honors?~ In a rare moment of vindictiveness, he smirked and he pulled on the power that was always with him. A hard stream of water sprayed on the man and his magazine causing the colors to bleed, and the man to splutter. Charon blinked water away from his eyes, the first thing he saw was the very expensive magazine he'd been reading destroyed in ruins. He looked up to see 4 boys, all with dark hair and whiskey eyes. The only difference he could see between them was style and shade of hair, and body type. Brothers he guessed. Whatever the case they were dead meat.
"Can I help you vermin, before I kill you?" Stiles face stretched into a fake smile.
"Yes. You can let us through, Hades is expecting us." Charon scoffed.
"Hades doesn't expect anyone, little boy, so run away while you still have the chance." Stiles was so over this. With a flash and a bang, Charon was cowed and soon scurried through a side door to take them to Hades. Stiles could hear the mental snickers of his boys, and sighed. It was ridiculous. He wasn't that intimidating.
He let them out at the proper entrance, rowing away faster than he ever had before. There was something wrong with that boy. He wasn't natural, and that was saying something considering where he worked.
The boys walked close together as they walked through the feilds that already had budding plants, with some spirits tending to them happily. They were almost to the blooming Palace when Issac was yanked of his feet and dragged down a side tunnel that the boys hadn't noticed. It was as if in slow motion that they turned and watched as Issac dug in his hands clawing and screaming, flashing back to his so called father. His nails were ripped away and they bled freely.
~ISSAC!~ Their mental shout vibrated the very earth above them as San Francisco experienced one of their worst earthquakes ever, as their magic whipped lashed out uncontrollably. There was a reason that Poseidon was called the earth shaker, and Zeus renowned for his temper.
At Olympus the 3 fates appeared before the Olympian court and spoke in unison in a creepy sing song voice.
"Family of souls
Mom sons and hearts
strong but torn apart
Kronos will try
however defeat is accomplished
By the rage of Whiskey eyes.
So is the Great Prophecy rewritten.
Their voices faded, and they cackled madly.
"Oh we will enjoy his arrival yes we will. The boy who protects , the boy of burning rage and protective fires, yes we shall."They sidled over to the wall giggling hysterically.
The Olympians stared at the spot where they had stood.
The Great Prophecy rewritten? Kronos defeated? The room broke out into war as the court scribe scrambled to write every thing he heard.
Back in the underworld
Shouting they sprinted after him, time speeding up as they raced after Issac. All of their magic lashed and writhed in desperate panic and rage as they watched their soul get torn from them. They managed catching up right before he went over the side of a great chasm. All three boys moved in sync. In his rage and panic Scott sent an endless angry torrent of flames all the way to the bottom of the pit, not knowing how knowing or caring that this was supposed to be impossible, His fire burned every living thing in their killing millions of monsters permanently. Jackson's magic grabbed Issac and threw the screaming boy into his arms. Issac struggled screaming a high pitched noise his magic projected all over the underworld. Hades bolted up and ran towards the sound.
And Stiles? Well he was seeing RED! He threw his magic into the pit grabbing whatever he could feel of the force that had tried to take his son away from. It tried to get away, slipping and sliding in his grip but Stiles' wrath was much stronger than some wannabe kidnapper. Once he grabbed all his magic could handle of whatever grabbed Issac, which was lot, he ripped it to pieces. He then shredded it and lastly he burned it with raw magic. He wanted it to stay down. When he had smashed ripped, and just destroyed all that he could, he scoured for more of the presence and found none. It was dead. And that was enough for Stiles.
He immediately turned and healed Issac who was still screaming in Jackson's arms, trapped in horrific visions of the freezer int he basement. Stiles finally just knocked him out just as Hades arrived.
"What happened?" Stiles was silent as he gently caressed Issac's face. He stroked his hair until his tense expression relaxed a little. He ignored Hades for the moment, knowing if he spoke to to the god he'd direct undeserved anger at the man.
"Scott I want you to take Issac home. Tuck him in and leave the light on in case he wakes up. Lock down the house, and then I want you to come back. Do you understand?" Scott trembled in repressed rage nodding tightly, not even near having let all of it out. Jackson and Stiles were the same, which was why they needed to get Issac home, and away from them until they calmed down.
He gently scooped up Issac and vanished silently. Hades finally lost his patience. He wasn't used to being ignored.
"Will someone tell me what just happened?" Stiles whirled, trying his hardest not to rip the god apart.
"What's happening is something in your pit just tried to take my son. So excuse me if I'm trying not to tear you apart!" He shouted that last part.
"Wh- what?" Hades stuttered running to the edge of the chasm. He sent his power into the pit, scouring for the presence he knew was there. He hadn't been to this pit since he put the Titan there in the first place, but he would never forget his presence. He looked and and looked but it wasn't there.
"Where is Kronos?" He turned and shouted at the boy standing there with a blank face and raging eyes that swirled angrily. Stiles scoffed.
"Was that his name? I didn't have a chance to ask, when I killed him." Hades gaped and nearly staggered over the edge. This- this boy had killed...? A mere boy had killed Kronos, King of the Titans?"
"Now if that's all I have some...business to get to." Stiles turned to leave but paused and as a though occurred to him. He turned back to the god.
"In 2 days I want you to put Sally Jackson in the woods near the Police station where she disappeared, looking dazed and confused with a full explanation as to why you kidnapped her. Yes I know your helm is missing. I'll find it. Are we clear?" Hades nodded dumbly. Stiles had just killed Kronos. Mama ain't raise no fool.
"Good." Scott had arrived during Stiles last demand and all three vanished while getting as humanly close as possible.
They appeared at the Empire State Building almost an hour later. They clung a bit longer, ignoring odd looks, and sneering insults at their supposed gayness.
"I love you all, you know that right?" Stiles whispered in their ears. "I love ya'll so much that there isn't really a word for it." He tightened his grip on them swaying back and forth before releasing slowly. They all whined low in their throats, but stuck as close as possible without hugging as they walked up to the man behind the desk. Stiles could feel the rage bubbling, repressed until he could get to the real targets.
"We are here to see Zeus." He looked up to see 3 little boys with blank faces staring at him. He opened his mouth to reject them, because the big guy was a little...agitated. He was interrupted by the tallest boy in the middle. He had a real pleasant smile that he could tell was fake from a million miles away.
"Please...don't test us right now. We've had a really bad day." The man closed his mouth and handed them a pass. He shuddered when they finally passed, not having realized how sweaty he'd gotten.
Stiles silently put the pass in and stood back as they hurtled upward. They annoyingly cheerful elevator cut out when Jackson ripped out the speaker with his magic. When Stiles raised a mental eyebrow he shrugged.
"It was annoying." They arrived with a ping as the doors opened. They glided across the floating steps, not faltering at the beauty of the place, single minded in their renewed rage. Their magic started to respond in angry waves causing all the palace creatures to scatter.
The doors slammed open and the gods turned to look at the intruders. What they saw, they didn't expect. Three boys stood their, power rushing off them in waves. The sitting gods could feel their hackles raise in alarm. Zeus slammed his fist down onto the arm of his throne.
"Who dares interrupt the Olympian council? Identify yourself!" He shouted sparks shooting off.
"I dare. I Stiles Stillinski dare. Do you know why I dare Zeus?" Zeus leaned back in his seat. Amused by the puny human growling like a wet kitten.
"Oh do tell us. We are so very interested." He purred sarcastically. The court tittered. Stiles eyes flashed as the marble under his feet cracked from the pressure of his angry magic. Zeus sat up straighter, now a little more alert.
"I dare, because it it your fault that my son almost died and is now catatonic from PTSD memories inflicted on him. Not only that, but you sent a freaking 12 year old to get your own damn weapon!" He shouted. Zeus stood to put this boy in his place for even thinking to yell at an Olympian, but was slammed abck into his seat by three magical forces.
"No. You do not get to speak. You will listen to what I have to say or I swear on the River of Styx, I will kill every last single one of you." No god moved as they stared in shock at how these boys had so easily retrained Zeus.
"Percy Jackson is 12 years old. 12 YEARS OLD! He should not be worrying about a god's death stick, or his mom being killed. But you all send him out to get a weapon you could have asked of any older demigod. A demigod with more experience, a demigod that actually knew what the %^$# he was doing!" He spoke as if he too were not 12 or younger, which did not go unnoticed by the gods.
"I then discovered that said 12 year old was my brother."Poseidon's eyes bugged in shock. "So like a good brother I helped him out." Jackson then threw the lightning bolt on the ground, it clanging loudly on the floor. Zeus winced with every bang it made until it came to a stop.
"So after I helped him I continued on my original journey. I was going to visit Hades, when suddenly something reached out and grabbed my son, Issac." Athena couldn't hold it in anymore.
You don't have a son." She stated this with complete confidence, a smug look on her face. She flipped her brown curls over her shoulder in a familiar move.
"You are just like your daughter, arrogant, always think you are right. Well, hate to break it to you sweetheart, but you are wrong. Issac is mine. As are the 2 boys behind me. Jackson, Scott, and Issac are all mine."
"So I had to watch as my son was dragged kicking and screaming to the point he had ripped his own nails out trying to claw his way away. All because, YOU ARE ALL SUCH STUPID WANNABE ADULTS WHO POSE AS GODS! ISSAC IS CURRENTLY TRAPPED IN HELLISH MEMORIES BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T GROW A PAIR AND SOLVE YOUR OWN PROBLEMS FOR ONCE! EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU DISGUST ME!" he breathed deep after he shouted himself hoarse.
Taking this as a sign of weakness Zeus surged upwards, swelling in rage. Scott turned and glared at the man as Jackson rubbed Stiles back.
"Sit your #$% back down, before I make you." He sparked flames from hand making Hephaestus' eyes widen as he stared at his son. They narrrowed at the boy who coughed weakly from yelling. He spoke in a deep rumbling voice.
"How can you claim to be this boy's parent" here he gestures to Scott "When I know he is my son?" Stiles glared.
"I am his mother." The forge god raised an eyebrow.
"I don't think that's possible, and besides if it were, I'd remember sleeping with a toddler." His mouth twisted at his own words mirrored by everyone in the room including the three intruders.
"It was a blood ritual. I am biologically all of their mothers. "
"Who is his father?" He gestured to the dark blonde boy who glared at him whiskey eyes swirling dangerously.
"Zeus is my father." Zeus inhaled sharply. Jackson barely gave him a glance.
"And this Issac you speak so protective of?"
"Poseidon." Poseidon's draw dropped. Hephaestus' furrowed his eyebrows.
"So you are both mom, and brother?" He asked confusedly. Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Don't worry about it. It's not your problem." The god narrowed his eyes.
"It is when you are the mother of my son." Stiles snapped up straight striding towards the god before the last syllable left his mouth. He was beaten by Scott however. He pushed up with his magic and hovered in front of the gods eyes within seconds.
"I am not yours. You were never there when I needed you, you are not about to take away the only thing I love in this world." Hephaestus scoffed.
"What? I wasn't here when you scraped a knee, when you cried over not getting enough ice cream as a child? And please. You have the mother I actually conceived you with. " Scott's hands sparked as he held his fire back from scorching over the man.
"A scraped knee? You think I would care about something that small? How about being beaten until I almost bled out every time? What about choking on my own vomit when he wouldn't let me breath? What about my ribs puncturing my lungs and drowning in my own blood? A scraped knee? Please." Scott tossed his head angrily at the now ashen god. He turned and flew back to Stile who who hugged the boy while glaring at the forge god.
Zeus and Poseidon shared a rare moment of synced thought. Were there son's in similar situations? Zeus coughed weakly before voicing their question. Jackson snorted.
"All of us have been used and abused by our so called fathers. Even Percy and Stiles." Zeus choked. His face purpled in rage.
"I'm going to kill him!" Poseidon and Zeus said in unison. Jackson cut hem off before they could get too worked up.
"It's a little late for that. Stiles already killed them. He just killed Percy's stepdad an hour and a half ago." They deflated, the rage leaving them as they stared at the boy who waved sarcastically before speaking.
"I came here for a few reasons. One, to give you your bolt back. Two, to tell you to back off my family. Three, to tell you that if you come near my sons and I without warning me first, i'll kill you like I did Kronos." With that parting shot all three vanished.
And once again the court descended into chaos.
Apparently the gods took his warning as serious as they should because they didn't mess him and his again, and they left Percy alone, as he reported when he did his weekly Iris message. So life carried on once again like it dies when you don't have childish gods interrupting. Issac's recovery was slow but it was getting there. He wouldn't be the same but he wouldn't be as bad as he was. which was all they could ask for.
They continued to clean the waters, but it was more of a coping method for Issac, because water calmed Issac down the fastest. Stiles could calm him better than most though. Water just helped majorly.
They also stepped up their physical strength to the point they could probably wrestle a werewolf and come out of it lightly injured. So It continued to be the usual at beacon hills for awhile.
And then they met Erica.