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By the end of the day Percy had made his alliances with: Apollo, Hermes, Nike, Hypnos, Hephaestus, Hecate and Tyche.
He didn't have to make an alliance with the Hades cabin since all he had to do was ask and Nico jumped, wanting to protect Percy as per the norm.
And finally, the day came.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"Yes."
"Your wound's barely had enough time to close."
"It closed completely yesterday, and I'm okay."
"Are you sure?"
"Nico."
"Sorry, it's just…." Nico didn't finish his sentence.
All he could remember was the dreaded night before….
Flash back.
Nico laid down to sleep.
He dreamed he was in an hospital. Then he spotted someone to the left of him, walking down the halls.
He had no idea what to do, so he followed him.
They kept walking for a while, and Nico took in the stranger.
He was about 180 centimeters tall (again, sorry that I'm not to familiar with using terms like 'ft.' I know the conversions but I just cant picture it. it's easier done in centimeters. Sorry.), with black feathery hair. He could see, from the behind a.k.a where Nico was due to the stranger's fast pace and Nico's inability to call out to shadows in his dreams, that the stranger was Italian. He wore brown boots, skinny black jeans and an aviator's jacket which looked remarkably like his- oh.
He started panicking, he'd seen Percy, the boy who never cried, crying after a dream about this, who knew what he'd do.
The man kept walking, all the way into the ICU (intensive care notinfant care).
Nico's heart started beating out of his chest. who was the man visiting, and where was Percy!? Suddenly it hit him, like a train hitting a gas tank, Percy was the one in there.
Older him opened the third door to the right and walked in.
He followed only to stop in horror. There was Percy, only he wasn't exactly Percy.
Be it his comatose state, his patient's clothes or the eight years added to him, Nico would never know.
Older him knelt down and clutched Percy's hand.
"Hey, Perce," greeted other him, "I-I just wanted to let you know that everything's okay. Yeah. I-I talked to your other half a-and I'm scared, okay. Just the fact that the other half of you was able to-to form a corporeal figure…" he broke down crying.
The sight made Nico's heart ache.
As if watching older him cry wasn't bad enough, he also had to look at Percy in his comatic (idk if that's even a real word. If not then substitute it with comatose. Thanks) form.
He took Percy in.
He was pale, even paler than Nico had been before he'd stopped spending so much time in the underworld, down where the sun doesn't shine. His black hair was splayed. He was on a drip. He was wearing the normal attire for patients, a white gown. He was also very thin.
It all irked Nico, but what made him even more sad was when he looked at Percy's expression and saw all the pain in it.
He tried to feel for Percy, but he couldn't even reach half of him, only about a quarter.
Other him screwed his eyes shut in concentration. He could practically feel the waves of energy being transferred from older Nico to older Percy.
He felt a bit of Percy's life force return to him.
Older Nico sighed painfully, "I guess all that's keeping you alive now are your ties to the ocean."
He held Percy's hand again, and this time Nico looked at it.
It looked pale, dainty and frail, but what he noticed most were the veins. Where, on a normal person, you'd expect to see faint blue lines, on Percy were thick, blue, glowing, ones.
Older him gently placed Percy's hand back under the covers before turning to leave.
The scene changed and he was in the living room of some house.
There stood older him and a woman.
The woman was dark-ish skinned, with brown messy hair and golden eyes.
Hazel.
The two were talking.
"I know it hurts Nico. It hurts all of us, okay? Percy wasn't just our hero, he was our friend, none of us enjoy watching him in a coma, not even sure if he'll live or die," she said, soothingly, but with some force.
"I-I know. It-it just hurts so much," older him sobbed, "A-and the worst part, sometimes I-I wish…"
"that Percy had never fallen pregnant with Sebastian?" hazel voiced.
Nico could only stare in shock as older him nodded.
"A-And I know that if Percy was here he'd slap me, call me an idiot for thinking that, b-but he's not here a-and I don't know what to do."
Hazel looked at her brother sympathetically, pulling him into a hug.
And the dream had ended.
After the dream, Nico'd barely even been able to look at Percy without feeling shame in his heart. How? How could he wish that his youngest child had never been conceived?
But that wasn't all that bothered him. seeing Percy in a hospital like that had triggered feelings he'd never wanted to experience. And as a result he'd spent a lot of time mother-henning Percy.
Percy sighed, "No, I get it. you're worried. But right now we have bigger things to worry about, namely beating a certain owl spawn at her own game."
Nico smiled and nodded, before heading back to his table.
Annabeth sauntered over to the Poseidon table.
"Hey, Perce. Just thought id let you know that for capture the flag tonight it's Athena verses Poseidon. I know it's short notice, but the Aphrodite cabin's still free if you want," she smiled sickly sweet.
Percy watched her smile with just an ounce more of fake syrup and the slightest smirk in his eyes, "Thanks Annabeth, but I've already got my own team. And FYI, if you want to trick me into not having a team, then next time don't let the Stolls find out, and who knows, maybe you'll actually have a shot at winning."
The two were always like this during capture the flag, competitive to the very fibre of their souls, each wanting to best each other so they could prove to be the better camp leader.
"Oh yeah? Well we have Ares, see how well Hermes and you do against war in all it's kinds."
"We have Tyche, see how well your logic prevails against luck."
"We have Zeus!"
"We have Hades, so unless Jason's always flying, he's not going to be safe anywhere during the game."
"We have Nemesis!"
"We have Nike!"
"Demeter!"
"Apollo!"
"Dionysus!"
"Hypnos!"
"Iris!
"Hecate!"
"Hebe!
"Hephaestus!"
"Urgh!" Annabeth cursed, all those teams had told her they wouldn't be playing.
Drats, she was screwed. Her team may've had numbers but Percy's team had strength and almost all of them had powers. On the bright side, Percy's team was smaller than hers, less than half of hers, the numbers of each cabin at camp being (in no specific order, please):
Zeus:1 (Thalia was not there)
Hera:0
Poseidon: 1 (Triton was not allowed to partake in the activities as he was a god)
Athena:10 (numbers at camp had depleted after the two wars)
Ares: 11
Demeter: 9
Apollo: 8 (again. Numbers had depleted drastically)
Artemis: 0 (the hunters were out)
Hephaestus: 3 (Leo had cried so hard after the war. They all had, of course, but he cried the second most since losing your only sibling was harder than losing all but two)
Aphrodite: 15
Hermes: 7 (there were four unclaimed campers left)
Dionysus:1 (he didn't really get out much, his only children being from before he was sentenced, and since one already died…)
Hades: 1 (mini-campers not included)
Hebe: 16
Tyche: 7 (they'd been really lucky in the war. Pun completely intended.)
Iris: 9
Nemesis: 13
Hypnos: 3 (they'd put all their enemies to sleep)
Hecate: 5 (their enemies were running around somewhere being 'good' little toads)
Nike: 5 (Nike is 'always' victorious. Unless they're swordfighting/swimming/canoeing/horse riding against Percy, of course).
After the war, seeing as no other gods had any half-blood children, they didn't build anymore cabins. But there was always room, and the gods were willing to extend the camp if the need arose.
So her team doubled his, and if they were all just mortals they'd win for sure. However, they were not mortals and Percy's team had the more powerful cabins. She was screwed.
Aphrodite had already been on their team, of course, Annabeth had just told Percy that so she could watch him get rejected by Piper.
"You're so going down!" she said, before turning around, her hair whipping behind her and hitting Percy in the face as she walked back to her table.
"You wish Wise Girl!" he called after her, before turning back to his own food, "you wish," he said the last one barely audible, so no one heard him but himself and his lasagna….
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911! Mayday mayday! Hueston, we've got a problem! SOS! Help! Did that get your attention? Good, cause this is important, vital, and it will put your happiness at stake! I had this idea for a story in which the gods are mortals from an AU and they have to come to the original dimension, a.k.a this one, and I was wondering what the pairing should be. Plz tell me, it'll be up tomorrow. Cause I'm really stuck for this, cause it's either going to be Percabeth or, my fave, Nicercy. Thank you. p.s. if you do this you'll get a shout out!
-httyd4eva
peace out yo ;P