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Percy stepped off the bus after Grover. He still had a terrible uncomfortable feeling of everything.
When the Fate had said that he could change everything he believed actually not that it meant everything.
The deadly round about complained that they would be late for meetings and so on.
Different times, same old New York living, thought Percy little happier. At least that had not changed.
"Percy, when we come back, maybe we should..." began Grover nervously. "Di immortales! This is not good!"
Absent Percy wondered how he could have missed exactly how different it really was with Grover when he said such expressions.
Percy looked over the four lanes that Grover in his terror had pointed to. And sure enough, there sat the Fate as neatly - and scary - as always and the span of the next thread of life.
No matter what people said, it still looked like giant socks for Percy.
"Do you think we could use those socks as silver tape to the bus if needed?" Percy asked innocently.
Grover looked like as if he would faint just thinking about it. "Absolutely not, Perce!"
Percy held up his hands in one: take it easy gesture. "Sure, sure. Just a suggestion. "
"Not a good one," said the satyr not amused at all.
"It's good to have a backup plan," Percy defended himself.
Although he must admit that it used to work particularly well for him. He grimaced mentally when he thought of some of the backup plans. Like the time he would pick up the two daughters of Hermes and would bring them to the camp's security. If anything went wrong, they would wait until reinforcements arrived. They had been hunted by at least twenty monsters and Percy had not meant to blow up a part of Texas in the air and fled from there in a stolen ice cream truck. Not that the two children had complained during that part of the journey, so Percy had patted himself on the shoulder and called it a successful mission and a job well done.
Grover took Percy's arm and the son of Poseidon came back to planet earth again.
"Come on, Percy. Let's go into the bus and wait there instead. "
"There are thousands of degrees in there," Percy pointed out and watched as the bus spewed out a lot of black smoke. "Look, Grover. There is a Go in there, "said Percy and tried to stop his best friend from cling onto the bus.
"Where!" exclaimed Grover before he could stop himself. Then he added: "And it is said not drive in?"
Percy rolled his eyes. "Where did you get that idea? Everyone knows that it's called Go in as safe as pigs fly. "
"Pigs do not fly," said Grover immediately.
"Have you actually seen a flying pig, G-man?"
"Uh... no. But I bet you do not have seen one either. "
Percy shook his head sadly. "One day you will learn the truth my friend. One day. "
"I do not look forward to it," Grover muttered and shook his head and Percy grinned back.
This time Percy dragged Grover against the Fate instead of away from them as Grover had made the transfer time.
"See, there's plenty of food there," said Percy and pointing at a fruit stand in front of the three old women. The fruit stand was filled of apples and ripe cherries. There were walnuts and apricots and jugs filled with cider. The Fate would not be able to support themselves if they continued like that, he thought when he saw the pristine baskets with food.
Percy saw how Grover's eyes light up and he could not imagine how angelic choir sang behind the satyr. Percy amused themselves short with the idea of gods and goddesses stood and sang in a choir with Apollo, god of music, as director.
"It sure looks good," Percy nodded when he realized how hungry he actually was. Travelling through time apparently makes you very hungry.
Grover mumbled something that sounded like: "mohmmm", and stared longingly at the white cloth over the stand.
Percy rooted for a few dollars in his pocket and he walked closer to the Fate, and not to forget: all the food.
He picked some apples and paid one of the women the money. She virtually shrugged the money out of his hand. Someone here has definitely attitude problem.
Grover asked if he could buy the cloth and the Fate stared at him until he seemed to change his mind. Satyr half dragged, half pushed Percy back to the bus between the cars that drove on the roads.
"Hey! I wanted to have cider too! "
"You can get it at the bus terminal Percy," Grover assured him.
"Okay," sighed Percy after a few seconds of thinking. "But you pay."
"Deal." Grover looked relieved to get Percy away from the Fate.
Hum, Percy thought, Grover had been a lot more panic before. What had changed it?
Percy felt that his hair stood up in his neck. Gently, he turned around and looked back just in time to see that the three goddesses cut a thread of yarn.
Not good. Not good at all. Exactly giving time it felt as if he could hear the sound of it when the thread was cut off despite the four files of traffic.
"Percy..." said Grover slowly without turning around. "Do not tell me what I think happened actually happened."
"It did not happen," said Percy automatically.
"Very funny," said Grover sarcastically but his words were drowned in the bus riders' cheers when the bus engine started again and all the smoke cleared.
They both took a seat at the back of the bus.
"This is serious" muttered Grover unfortunate.
"No, I'm Percy," said Percy automatic.
"And that means?"
"A teacher forced me to read the Harry Potter," said Percy quickly. He had actually been forced to read the series, but not by a teacher but by Annabeth. She had said: 'You may be the Olympus savior and everything whatever that means, but you are also my boyfriend and you must have basic literary skills.' Then she had planted the first Harry Potter book in his hand and he knew better than to complain.
"Oh. Sore. But Percy, what happened over there... it's not good. Really not good actually. "
"I understood it at about that time as Santa's old elves began to sting too big Christmas socks, Grover," said Percy.
"As I'm your protector... ", plowed Grover.
Percy had a vague memory that Grover had said something about it the first time he had experienced this bus ride. He must have fallen asleep after this time or something because he don't remembered that he had fallen asleep the first time.
Urg, this will be really weird with everyone: the first time, this time, the second time, first ... and so on.
"...It means that I have to protect you, Percy. It's kind of my duty. So I hope it's okay..."
"Um, sure Grover. You can come home with me and protect me and what all that means, "interrupted Percy.
"And I... wait. You said it was okay? "
"Of course. I never thought anything else, "lied Percy, waving away the memory of what he had done last time.
"Good. Good, "repeated Grover eased. "Then we're in agreement."
"Seems like it."
Grover threw still an uneasy glance through the window and then made a kind of sign of the cross with his fingers as Percy now know was a symbol to wean evil.
The rest of the bus trip was devoted to silence, which gave Percy plenty of time to think.
Had these Fates any knowledge that he was a time traveler? It did not act as if they knew something. But after living for a thousand years, they should have had time to practice their theater campaigns, so it was hard to tell if they just pretended or not.
And what would he say to his mother about this situation? 'Mom, because I actually are twenty-four years old, I have the right to drive, just so you know that. And did I mention that I am twenty-four years old? 'Excellent talk right? Note the sarcasm.
Normally, he would have asked Annabeth for advice, but they had not even met yet, according to her.
Same thing with his other friends.
I take it as it comes, Percy thought at last. What else can I do?
Once they step off the bus at the bus terminal, they took a taxi up to Percy's Street.
They went into the building and Percy rooted around for his keys for a while and he was about to open the door before he stopped himself.
"Hey! I never got that cider!" said Percy accusingly, glaring at Grover.
Satyr rolled her eyes at him. "Just go in into the apartment Percy."
"Sure. But that does not make you less guilty, your goat. "
Grover looked puzzled, but Percy did not care about it then, but opened the front door at the same moment.
The apartment looks like a pigsty without exaggeration.
At a table in the living room sat Smelly Gabe and his poker friends and playing, well, poker.
Oh no, thought Percy. He had quite forgotten Gabe! Where was Medusa when he for once actually needed her?!
"What is that smell?" asked Grover and frowned his nose and he looked as he have eaten some bad tacos.
"Come on," muttered Percy and pushed Grover against the bathroom which was the nearest door from where they stood.
"Hey! Brat! ", shouted Gabe and Percy stayed with a grimace. Grover looked confused before the lights went up in his eyes.
"Oh."
"Yes, oh," repeated Percy. "Stay here Grover," said Percy and pushed almost his friend into the bathroom.
"Hey! It stinks here! "
"Ssssch! Be quiet for a while Grover. "
Percy walked quickly into the living room and stood a little bit away from the men who sat around the round table. Yikes, this stench is not something he had missed.
"What do you want Gabe?" asked Percy tired.
Gabe's eyes narrowed. "Watch your tone boy. And you own me money. "
Percy was terribly sure he did not own Gabe something else. He conveniently forgot to think of the lack of monsters, but Gabe weighed up to it just fine.
"I don't have any cash," said Percy as he had done the last time.
"You took a taxi from the bus terminal," said Smelly Gabe. "And you probably paid with a twenty dollar bill. And got six, seven dollars back.
"In ordinary cases, then yes. But the bus broke down on the road and there was a fruit stand nearby so I bought a lot of healthy fruit, "said Percy. "You can get them if you want, instead of money."
Gabe snorted only of disgust. "Keep your fruit for yourself. I eat only food that is to a real man. "
Percy hid a grin behind his hand. Obviously, Gabe say no to fruit. And Gabe is so far from being a real man as one could get.
"Hey, Eddie," said Percy suddenly when he saw his old housekeeper.
"What?" asked Eddie and looked worried at Gabe.
"You ought to rethink your circle to prevent a deeply immoral dilemma", Percy advised and tried to use as many big words as possible to intentionally confuse Gabe.
The son of Poseidon went out of the room without having checked what Eddie's reaction was. He had at least tried now, right? Percy had never been especially fond of and delighted, wait correction: he had always hated Gabe's mates but Eddie had not been as bad so Percy had at least given him a fair - possibly a bit cryptic - warning.
After he got Grover out of the bathroom, they finally sat in Percy's bed.
Or it used to be Percy's bed that now had become more like Gabe's personal trashcan over the school year.
"Percy, you must understand it's not safe for you here," began Grover.
"Was it the bad smell, or the pig in the living room which revealed that?" Percy interjected sarcastically.
"It was not what I meant, I mean that it is not safe anywhere here," tried Grover.
Percy began to feel sorry for his friend who apparently tried to think of a way to say the big news without actually saying too much.
"I'm a demigod," said Percy.
The reaction was priceless. Grover's eyes got bigger and he turned pale only to the hairline. And on top of that he began to talk nonsense.
"You should not know that! How can you...! This is not good, not good at all! I told Chiron we were too obvious. We might as well throw him in a corpse bag and handed it to the lord of the underworld! But Chiron said..."
"Whow, stop one second," interrupted Percy. "What was that by throwing me into a corpse sack?"
Grover sighed. "Was that all you heard?"
Percy nodded stupidly in response.
"How long have you known...?"
"Do you mean that I am a demigod?"
Grover looked around horrified. "You really should not say it so loud, Perce."
Percy shrugged. Grover was probably right. But when had it ever stopped him?
"I've known it for about a year," Percy decided to lie about that. He felt really awful about lying to her best friend, but he could not just say, "I have known this for a little more than twelve years, and yeah, I'm really twenty-four years old. Just so you know. "For the talk is going to end so well.
"Percy?" came a voice from the doorway that Percy knew more than well.
"Mom," said Percy happily and cared for a moment not about Grover and that he would probably feel embarrassing later.
"Hello, Percy, I'm so hap ... oh, I did not know you had a friend over," said Sally Jackson when she opened the door.
For a moment she looked slightly embarrassed about the mess which made Percy angry. Everything was Gabe's fault!
"Uh, hello Mrs. Jackson," said Grover troubled over the silence.
"You must be Grover," smiled Sally. "Percy told me so much about you in his letters."
"Has he?" said Grover temporary surprised and Percy blushed slightly.
"Mom," said Percy quickly, "Grover is my protector."
"Really," Sally said more subdued and avoided carefully her son's gaze, "So you come from...?"
"The camp" concluded Grover at her.
It was probably here that Percy should say something like: "What camp are you talking about?!" but Percy had no desire to lie more than necessary. "So when will I go?"
"Do you know that?" exclaimed Sally.
"You've never been the best liar, mom," said Percy. It was actually true. Unfortunately, it was a capacity that her son had inherited.
"Percy," Sally said with tears in her eyes, "I wanted to tell you and I'm sorry that I never said anything about it, but it's too dangerous."
"He knows that he is a demigod," added Grover helpful.
"He's doing what!?" said Sally surprised.
This discussion will bring a lot of surprises, thought Percy. Well, not for me then, but for the others.
"That said, you are not the best liar and I usually see strange things ... Monsters similar things. After a few years I started to put two and two together, "said Percy, trying to sound as credible as possible.
"Percy, why did you not say anything?" Sally asked. "I would have done something then. I can be the first to admit that I never wanted to take you to the camp, it could mean that I never got to see you more, it would be a final goodbye..."
"Sally!" roared Smelly Gabe from the living room. "Where is my dipping sauce?!"
Hum, thought Percy, he remembered that Gabe at least had the decency to get up and go here the first time. Maybe he was still bitter that he did not receive money from him.
"I will in a minute," shouted Sally back. "Percy," she said quickly, "how about we pack our things and get out to Montauk for a while? Grover, you may of course join us. "
Percy was considering it carefully. Last time the trip had almost ended with death for all three, but on the other hand, they would avoid Gabe's interruption. If only he could convince his mother that it was best if she took him to the camp before it got too dark...
"Okay," Percy nodded. "We can talk then."
Sally looked relieved. "Thank you that would help a lot. If you just wait here..."
"Go," said Percy frowning. "But, mom, you should not let Gabe ..."
"I know," sighed Sally. "Believe me, Percy, I know." The door closed behind her.
"You really have a kind mother, Percy," said Grover.
"She's the best," agreed Percy without a moment's hesitation.
Fifteen minutes later they were on the road to Gabe's Camaro and then straight to Montauk, but were stopped by Gabe.
"Not a scratch on my car boy," warned Gabe Percy as if it was he who would drive.
"If you know our laws and actually have a basic knowledge of mathematics, you should know that I'm twelve and not allowed to drive," said Percy with as straight facial expressions as possible.
Gabe's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Gabe," Sally began nervously.
"Look boy ..."
Suddenly the screen door slammed so hard it whacked him in the butt and sent him flying up the stairs as if he'd been shout from a cannon.
Both Jackson's turned to Grover that lowered his hand.
"I thought it would be best if we got out of here as soon as possible," bleated satyr.
"That's probably true," sighed Sally. "Come on boys. All men on board. "
Percy realized that it was one of the things that he loved about his mother. She could be calm in the strangest situations.
When they came to Montauk they opened all the windows and started the usual cleaning routine.
Percy insisted that they should talk as soon as possible so they sat down at a barbecue and started a warming fire. The light gleamed and seemed to be reflected in the moonlight.
It was a wonderful evening. Too bad that it would be destroyed with a lot of heavy talk.
"All right, Percy. You know you're a demigod and you know the camp, "Sally started.
"Yep," agreed Percy.
"And you know you have a protector, Grover..."
"I change my first yep."
"The truth is, Percy, that you need to be protected against, yes, you guessed. Monsters. They are out there and will take every chance they get to... to kill you, "concluded Sally quietly obviously struggling with the thought that her son was in mortal danger.
"Mrs. J?" asked Grover. "Can I have a Coke?"
Sally nodded and Grover took up a used jar and chewed gloomy on it.
"Is that healthy?" asked Percy.
"Well, uh, I'm like a..." began Grover and interrupted his chewing.
"You are a satyr", concluded Percy for his friend.
"How did you know?!" said Grover surprised.
"You walk as if every step hurts, but is fine when it's enchiladas in school. It made me suspicious and it did not take long to figure out what you are, "said Percy.
Okay, so of course, he had not figured it out so the first time until the evidence stared him straight in the face, but there was a good explanation, right?
Grover blushed in embarrassment.
"Do not be sorry for it," Percy consoled. "You're still my best friend. Even if you have a lot of hair on the legs and hooves on your feet. "
"Thanks Perce... I think," said Grover hesitantly.
"Oh, it was nothing," said Percy unconcerned.
"Grover?" Sally asked then, "do you think that Percy can wait another year?"
"I'm sorry to say it, Mrs. Jackson, but Percy emit a fragrance that would attract all the monsters in the state," said Grover. "He would already be... uh, gone if it were not for that man."
"I was afraid of that answer," Sally sighed softly. "But maybe if I choose a school far enough away…"
Grover shook his head. "There came a fury to Yancy Academy and almost killed Percy."
"Aha!" cried Percy suddenly when he remembered what had happened so many years ago from his point of view. "You acknowledge that Mrs. Dodds existed!"
"Yes, of course, Percy," Grover began but was interrupted.
"Wait a minute boys," Sally said. "What do you mean it was a fury in your school?"
Percy and Grover shared a guilty glance. Percy wondered how his mother could still, despite his age - mentally then - make him feel as if he had caught with their hands in the cookie jar.
Soon enough they found themselves tell about Mrs. Dodds, or as she really was, a fury.
"Well, I thought she was a regular mathematics teacher who had made it her duty to make my life unhappy but then when she started to grow wings and sharp teeth and claws, I thought it was best to start think differently" Percy explained. "Long story short: She tried to kill me, but failed, Grover was a lousy liar, we bought fruit of three old ladies, did Gabe angry, drove to Montauk with you mom, and abrakadabra: a story about a nasty math teachers trying to extinguish a guy but fortunately failed."
Both Sally and Grover stared at Percy.
"What?" asked Percy after a few seconds. "It was a good story."
"If you say so," muttered Grover.
"So now that we have agreed on it... dear, sweet, nice, mom..." Percy began.
Sally laughed amused. "What do you want to Percy?"
"When you had thought that I would go to the camp?"
The smile died out of Sally's lips. "Percy, first and foremost, you must understand that when you get there, you might never come back. Life here is too dangerous. And I'm selfish that I keep you here. But I always knew that one day you will become a hero, Percy. One way or another. "
"As my namesake Perseus and Heracles, and of all them?" murmured Percy low. He could not bear to see her mother so sad. "Mom, I will visit you as often as I can," he promised.
"Well then." Sally had tears in his eyes but still a determined gaze. "Then do we get to camp. But, Percy, your father..."
"I know he is one of the Olympians, just not who", decided Percy to say after a few seconds of consideration. "You know who he is, right?" He added later only for the sake of it.
Sally nodded. "Percy, I ..."
"Can we go now? To the camp I mean", asked Percy gently. "I do not want to hear about who he is now mother." Hopefully they would have time to talk more about it later if his plan went off without a hitch.
"Even so eager to get rid of your old mom?" murmured Sally teasingly but still somewhat sadly.
"I would never get tired of you," swore Percy. "But ... I have a feeling that something bad will happen if we do not go now. Like right NOW! "
"Then let's go now," Sally decided with a worried look in her eyes.
Soon enough, they were all three on the road again. It had started raining and the sky darkened by storm clouds.
"Maybe you should drive faster?" Grover suggested to Sally and she nodded still looking at the road with her eyes.
Percy looked back. He could have been swearing that there was something there... but this time they were on the way to the camp much earlier than the last time. He was just paranoid or something.
They continued to run with very high speed.
"Mom look out!" yelled Percy when he glimpsed something from heaven.
BANG!
SMARCK!
IO!
BOOM!
The car was floating in the air a few seconds before gravity decided to do its job again.
The car had exploded because of a lightning strike Percy realized. Again.
Thank you dear uncle, thought Percy sarcastically. Just what we needed. Gabe will not be happy. That though it is almost a good thought really... focus Percy.
Percy looked around and coaxed away safety belt. It rained in through large hole in the roof.
This should not have happened, thought Percy confused. Not yet at least.
"Percy!" cried Sally. "Are you okay?!"
"Yes, of course. One guy can't be more awake than of lightning streak, "said Percy and rolled his eyes.
"Food!" Grover moaned from his seat. He was unconscious and the blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Together Percy and Sally got Grover out of the car.
"Food!" groaned satyr again.
"Exactly!" exclaimed Percy. "Why did I not think of it before? Grover, there are lots of yummy tin cans dipped in enchiladas here, "attracted Percy.
"Food!" Grover moaned even higher.
"There are pancakes. Tacos. Decks!" shouted Percy practically in the ear of his friend.
"Percy, will that really work?" Sally asked, looking around with a watchful eye.
Grover blocked suddenly his eyes. "Pass for two of hearts!" He exclaimed before he began to sniff the air. "Monsters," he said frightened.
"Can you walk?" asked Percy.
"I think so."
"Can you run?"
"Not sure ..."
"Then we go fast then. In such case we must hurry, "said Percy.
They began to walk as fast as they could in the direction to towards the camp.
"If you come up to the top of that ridge in the pine, you are safe," assured Sally.
"Mom," said Percy sincerely. "You should turn back here. The monsters could not possibly be interested in you unless I am with you? "
"I'm not going to leave you now," Sally said. "Not until you are safe."
And Tartarus exclaimed.
A cow, no bull came running toward them mooing and howling with rage.
It was the Minotaur.
No, thought Percy. Not again. What is this, the third time? Though according to this chronology, it is only the first time, but no matter.
"...Pasifaës son," Sally said. "You have to give you away. I divert it."
"No," exclaimed surprisingly Grover. "I would never forgive myself if something happened to you. I am the protector so this is my job. "
Percy wanted to scream at them to not be dumb, they did not understand what will happen if nothing is done, but he bit his tongue and swallowed his words.
"Mom," he said. "It's your best chance. Grover and I can take us across the border ourselves. "
Minotaur roared triumphantly. It had been a track of them and now it was just seconds.
Sally nodded reluctantly. "But hurry. Percy, you need to contact me when you have come to safety. Understood? "
"Yes, Mom," said Percy eased. "Come on, Grover." They started to run or Grover tried to run but since he was still in bad condition from the explosion slowed them down.
"Grover," shouted Percy after a while. "Continue. I will uphold him. "
"No," said Grover quickly. "I'm staying with you."
Percy sighed. They had no time to argue.
Soon enough the bull guy catch them.
"Hey, your lump of flesh!" shouted Percy. "Yes, I'm talking to you. Come and fight with someone in your own size instead. "
Okay, the monster was several meters longer than Percy, but it was not important at that time.
Minotaur roared again and came rushing toward them both at full speed.
Percy made a gesture to Grover that he would jump away on his signal.
The monster ran straight ahead without folding and when it was about a meter between them, Percy decided it was time to do something if they didn't wanted to become small patches of grass.
They jumped away as the bullfighting made real.
Percy took off his jacket and waved it in front of the monster.
"Grover, walk up behind him," shouted Percy satyr who did as he said now that the minotaur had its focus in a different direction.
"Come on then!" cried Percy, waving his jacket again. The monster became mad and rushed toward the son of Poseidon for the second time.
Percy dodged again. He continued with that tactic a few times, hoping the monster would get tired.
But the minotaur seemed to have an abundance of energy today. Maybe because it looked as if it had been awakened in the middle of his sleep for the monster was wearing nothing but underwear's. And then it was really clear white Fruit-of-the-Loom-johns. Again.
And that was nothing compared to the awful smell that came from the minotaur. Had it actually bathed sometime in their life?
Grover played his reed pipe which he had taken from his pocket. Roots and branches curl around the monster but had no strength to hold it.
Percy swung the jacket again and the monster took the bait, though Percy happened to misjudge the distance, or the minotaur had learned his lesson now. Something slammed into Percy and there was hardly a scream.
Percy looked up from his spot on the ground where he had landed.
There was his mother, the monster's grip was slowly squeeze the life out of her.
Not again! Percy got up laboriously and wished he had Riptide, he would have ended the monster for an eternity since then.
Percy did not know what he would do, he took up a stone, but did not want to throw it in fear that it would hit his mother.
He had been to slow. Percy stood powerless as his mother disappeared in a flash of golden light.
She is not dead, he reminded himself. Not dead.
Although Percy knew it, he felt still sadness, grief and anger that his mother was away for the second time.
Percy turned toward the minotaur just in time to see Grover play a quick tune on the reeds barrel again, and nature had a fight when it tried to push it down to the ground, but the bull was too strong and broke away.
Percy could not remember that he had moved on, but the next moment he found himself cast on the monster's back and made a wild movement against the horns. The monster swung Percy himself, and he was thrown against a threaded. He was still in one corner.
Minotaur ran towards him and Percy did the first thing that came to his mind, and with a sense of déjà vu, he held the horn like a knife in front of him. Percy rolled to the side and drove the broken horn straight into the monster's chest. The monster weathered probes and appeared to blow off in the wind.
On shaking knees Percy stood up.
Grover stared at him. "How did you...?" He wondered, before he shook his head. "Forget it. Here, I'll help you. "
They walked up to the crest and stood by the pine.
Thalia's pine, thought Percy and felt quite lightheaded when all the adrenaline had disappeared from his body. It began to blacken his vision and weakly looked to have two shadows before the ground rushed toward him. Thanks Grover, thought Percy absent when he landed flat on the ground anyway.
There was a girl who was leaning over him. "He's the one. He must be. "
"Silence, Annabeth. He is still conscious. Bring him inside."
"What happened Grover?"
Percy could not discern what Grover said before everything was completely black and dark.
AN2: Not the world most important chapter, but the action has to start somewhere. And I'm sorry that I let the minotaur take Sally, but she did not fit into the story right now.
And I would just like to add that I am writing my other story at this moment. Sorry you have to wait a little longer.
Anyhow Be good
-Aveline