Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or Percy Jackson and I do not make a profit off of this nor do I intend to
The second that he stormed out Stiles knew exactly where he was going, the one place in the world nobody would find him, the one place where nobody in Beacon Hills would think to look, the old Hale house. After Peter possessed Lydia so he could resurrect himself nobody really went in there and Stiles really did not want to be near anybody right then. When your entire world comes crashing down around you and you learn that your own parents lied to you for years, that your father was a god, and that he didn't do anything to save her when she died alone in the hospital. Knowing that he didn't have a lot of time before the sheriff sent people after him to search for him Stiles needed to move fast. After leaving Beacon Hills there was only one place Stiles knew that he could go without being in danger from either werewolves or whatever other monsters were out in the world. He discovered that he finally belonged somewhere, somewhere where there were people just like him, somewhere where he could be surrounded by something that had only been a lie for so long, somewhere where there was a family waiting for him. While Stiles really wanted to get to New York the one thing standing in his way was a lupine, undead, psychopath who Stiles trusted about as far as he could throw him.
"Hello Stiles."
"Hey Peter, now I'm in a bit of a rush right now and I'm not really in the mood for the thinly veiled threats and sarcasm."
Just then a voice rang out, the voice of somebody who Stiles dreaded seeing but was his ticket to a nice relaxing vacation in the Hamptons, "STILES!"
As Percy made his way through the trees and into the clearing Peter's gaze fell upon him and he took up that evil grin that Stiles was only too familiar with. "Oh hello Perseus, now isn't this an interesting development? But returning to your request Stiles for now on I'll rely on open intimidation and snark, a change of pace is good every once in a while."
"Who the hell are you?" Percy managed to choke out, visibly concerned by the use of what was obviously he full name.
"But if I told you that would ruin all the fun, let's just say I'm familiar with your actions along with another interested party. Now if you please excuse me I must go because I really don't feel like being run through with three feet of bronze today." and with that Peter turned on his heel and walked out of the clearing, not before flashing his eyes at Percy, Annabeth, and Stiles.
"Who was that and how did he know you?" Percy asked, visibly angered and shaken by his encounter with the ever-cryptic Peter Hale.
"You just had the pleasure of meeting deranged undead murderer/morally ambiguous psychopath Peter Hale."
"Well great, just fantastic. Now I have another crazy person following me and trying to kill me."
"If it makes you feel any better, he'll only kill you if it benefits him somehow"
"Yeah, because that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside."
"Okay, just calm down. Seeing as none of us want to die right now we should probably get going."
"That's why it took us so long to get to you, we've arranged for some transportation to get us to camp." Percy said as he peered over Stiles' shoulder, looking for something in the distance.
"I still think you shouldn't have contacted them, there are other ways to get to camp." Annabeth argued
"What are you guys talking about? How are we getting to-" Stiles trailed off as he saw them coming. He saw a herd of brilliant white horses, but that wasn't the strangest part about it. These horses weren't even horses, sure they had the legs of a giant horse but they had upper the bodies of humans. They would be a sight to see even if they were fully human. They ran in bellowing and smashing their heads together clad in paint-splattered t-shirts and carrying paintball guns in their hands. "Wow." That's all Stiles could say as they ran, no galloped, up to the trio.
"Hey Percy! What's up, who's the new kid?"
"Hey Larry, nothing much right now, were just trying to transport Stiles here to camp as quickly as possible and I don't feel up for shadow travel right now and I really din't want to scare Stiles off before we get to camp so I really don't want to call Nico."
"Okay, one trip to Long Island coming right up, we will reach our destination in a few minutes so climb up hold on tight." The horse guy, Larry, said.
After he got on Larry's back "Wait, a few minutes how is that poss-" was all Stiles was able to ask before he shot off at a speed that should not have been possible.
A/N Sorry it took so long for this to come out, I've been dealing with writer's block and a really busy schedule so it's been tough to write consistently. I know that this chapter wasn't very good but I needed to put something out to get back in the swing of things.