"Bianca!" Percy gasped, rushing up the hill towards Thalia's tree. Thankfully, he could see three people at the top, and was happy to find Bianca, Grover, and Clarisse. So Luke had spoken to her after all. He felt a weight lift from his chest and reveled in it.

At the top of the hill, the three of them turned at Percy's shout. He slowed as he approached them, breathing deeply as he took them all in for a moment, making sure they were prepared and unharmed and…

Oh. He could sense them all pretty equally. That was a surprise. Apparently his growth through the last year had strengthened his bond to the nature spirits in Camp too, because he could sense Grover far better than he could the year before. Why hadn't he noticed earlier? Probably because he was kind of more focused on getting the Di Angelos to Camp and the upcoming quest (now quests) and their claiming and Luke and Annabeth…

Speaking of which, he could also sense a presence behind one of the bushes that grew nearby, but out of sight of his path and the group's position. He considered outing said presence, but ultimately decided not to draw any attention to them, focusing on the group in front of him instead and pushing the knowledge of an inevitable confrontation to the back of his mind for now. He could deal with that then. For now, he genuinely wanted to encourage Bianca and the other two. It took a lot of effort, but he forced himself to smile.

It had already been a long summer, and he hadn't even been back from school a week. Typical.

"Percy," Bianca said, confused but pleased. It was far warmer than any expression she'd given him in his first life. Clarisse glared at Percy, but not with the vitriol he remembered, so there was that too. Grover just looked… tired. Percy understood that. Grover had confided that he hadn't slept well before their first quest in the other timeline, too. Which Percy could relate to. Bianca looked tired too, now that he looked closer. Clarisse didn't, though Percy would put money on her just hiding it.

"Glad I caught you," he said, annoyed at his body. He'd spent a lot of time fighting recently but not running and he was obviously not used to it. Something he'd overlooked.

It would be fixed. Very soon. One way or another.

"Look, you just got here and are going on a quest, and that sucks," he knew that from experience, "but…" he held out his hands. Brows furrowed, Bianca opened her palms underneath his. He set a prism-maker in one hand and a stack of drachma in the other. Her eyes opened wide, probably at the sight of all that gold. He was glad he'd come up then. She was new and likely hadn't been given a prism-maker yet. That had occurred to him when he'd thought about making sure he had his own that morning.

"Keep this. I know I'm on my own quest. I know I'll be on the other side of the world. But if you need help, please call me. Do your best to get through. One drachma should be enough for a normal call, but if it won't go through, you may need incentive to have Lady Iris break through whatever barrier is blocking you. Or me. I'm going to the Sea of Monsters, so it might take two or three drachmas*. Although, you can give up something of great value to you instead of a drachma as well. The higher you value what you give up, the more she'll work at breaking through boundaries. Though I have heard that children of Pl… um, Hades can sometimes call specific metals or rocks to them, so that might also be an option."

Bianca blinked. "I… just… Percy, what?"

That expression… For a moment, he just saw the girl he'd watched die on the quest to save Artemis—young and scared and confused but also excited at the prospect of finding something new. A pang of pain shot through his heart. He had to accept that she might die before he could get to her, even if she called him and he hadn't even explained that but… she needed to be able to do most of the quest on her own.

And yet, he couldn't just send her off. Not when he could interfere without severe consequences. Percy grabbed her still outstretched hand, trying to get across how much he meant his words. She looked surprised. Probably because she didn't have context. He pushed aside his own annoyance at himself and his 'dive in head first' attitude and focused on what he wanted to say.

"You can do this. You have a strong team. Clarisse can fight just about anything and I'd trust Grover with my life—like I know you already have." He nodded to a surprised daughter of Ares and Grover, who just looked on determinedly and nodded back once. "The thing is, anyone can have a problem on a quest. There's a reason they're so dangerous. If you get into a fight you can't win—and I know it would have to be one Hades of a fight…" he paused, blinking. That had been almost as awkward as saying the exact same thing to Hades himself. Which he really didn't want to think about, so he just cleared his throat and moved on. "If that happens, get to water. If it's connected to the sea, that will be better. I can be there in minutes because of my ability to water travel.

"More demigods can't go on your quest with you—there's a reason only three typically go—but if someone shows up to help, it doesn't tend to trigger that particular problem. So, you do that for me, and I'll do that for you. If I get into a bind I can't get out of, I'll call you, okay? Maybe fresh eyes can help me find a solution. Let's both come home from this."

Clarisse snorted and looked away. Grover looked down, likely worried about losing more demigods and friends (not having that empathy link was… more frustrating that Percy thought it would be). Bianca just blinked in surprise.

Then she burst into tears.

Which was definitely not what Percy had been expecting. He dropped her hand and stepped back. Bianca didn't seem to mind.

"F-for as long as I remember, I've always been the one to take care of everyone. The older sister, the mature one, the leader of the quest." Percy nodded, trying not to look as uncomfortable as he felt. It wasn't so much the crying itself (he was used to campers crying) but more why, and the fact that he really didn't know. For the first time in a while, he was tempted to try and read her emotions, but managed to hold himself back.

That was a slippery slope he refused to approach unless absolutely necessary. Like figuring out if Luke had stolen the Bolt this time around.

"N-no one's ever offered to h-help me carry that burden," she finally clarified.

Oh.

Oh.

"Leadership?" he asked, starting to see where that was coming from.

"Parent," Bianca said. "And… and I think that's different."

Percy winced at the presence he knew was listening in, but once again returned his focus to the girl in front of him. Nodding, he patted her on the back. She leaned into his touch. He was kind of surprised that Grover hadn't said anything at this point, but then he was the empath of the group, so maybe he knew something Percy didn't. Also, he really needed to stop projecting the Lord of the Wild onto this much younger satyr. Was he doing that to the other campers too? He hoped not. He'd been trying to avoid it.

No, focus. Stupid ADHD.

"It is different," he finally decided to say, keeping his voice quiet and supportive as he fell into the familiar role of Camp Director. "Thankfully, this team doesn't need a parent. But it could probably use a leader. Not that Clarisse or Grover couldn't lead," he nodded at the other two, who looked on with varying expressions of interest and offense. "But this quest was given to you. All three of you will be needed to fulfill it, but you will need to lead it. And maybe this is a good time to figure some things out. Your team is here to support you, and, like I said, I know I'll help as much as I can."

She nodded and looked up, a new resolve entering her dark eyes. "Thank you. I'll help you too! And, you're right. We'll all come back from our quests."

Percy felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders as he returned the nod.

"Yeah, yeah," Clarisse seemed to finally reach her breaking point. "Enough of all this mushy stuff. Let's go, already."

Percy withheld a snort and nodded instead. "Right. Jalbwa, no chingu**."

Everyone looked strangely at him for that, and it took him a moment to realize he'd gone a little too far into his director mode and added on what he tended to for his kids in the future.

"What?" Clarisse asked, blinking.

"Oh," Percy said, shifting nervously. "Sorry. It's Korean. Kind of an Anglified version… ish. It became popular…" no, it hadn't become that popular yet. Not as an actual saying. Sure, anyone from Korea would understand but it wasn't a common phrase right now… he thought. "Um… you know what? It means good luck. So, good luck." It was actually a very informal, heart-felt way of wishing someone the best, but this had already gotten awkward enough.

Bianca looked a little relieved, and awkward herself. Cheeks darkening, likely with second-hand embarrassment. "Thanks, Percy. Good luck to you, too."

"Great. Now let's go," Clarisse said, grabbing Bianca's backpack and physically hauling her past Thalia's tree.

"Uh… bye, Percy!"

"Bye Bianca, Clarisse, Grover!"

He expected Grover to return the call, but the Satyr just waved nervously. So Percy decided to call out, "You got this, Buddy!"

"Go on your own quest, Prissy!" The daughter of Ares called before Grover could say anything. There was the Clarisse he knew. Shaking his head fondly, he watched them go for a bit before turning around and bracing himself for another hard conversation. Sure enough, after only a couple of steps down the side of the hill, he heard a quiet voice.

"Am I a burden?"

Oh, yeah. This would not be fun.

Taking a deep breath, he turned around calmly and faced Nico Di Angelo, sitting behind the bush with his arms around his knees, hands clasping a figurine and a deck of cards respectively.

Percy sighed, mentally apologized to Annabeth and Luke before striding over and sitting down next to his cousin. That wasn't an easy question to answer. Because in a way, every relationship was a burden, but the good relationships were well worth the burden. However, Nico didn't need to hear that. Not in his mindset. The philosophy would probably interest him when he was older, but now, he was a ten-year-old kid who had just heard the one figure he really looked up to talk about… well, that.

The thing was, he didn't want to lie to the kid either.

"Depends on what you mean as 'burden'. A weight someone hates carrying?"

Nico seemed to think about that, not looking up as he slowly nodded.

"Then, no," Percy said. "I think your sister wanted—still wants—to make sure you're safe, but was very young when she had to start doing that all the time. She wasn't prepared, and she tries her hardest, but sometimes she doesn't think she's doing it right, or doing enough, and that gets tiring. That isn't your fault. It isn't her fault either. It's honestly more of a failing of the adults around you who should have helped."

The son of Hades finally looked up, his dark eyes sad but thoughtful.

"What adults?"

Percy slumped a little. "I was afraid you were going to say that. Alright, let's go this way. Bianca mentioned both of your memories are a little spotty. How much do you remember of your life before you came here?"

Nico opened his mouth, then paused and frowned again, this time in confusion. "I… we were at a hotel for a couple of months. And then we were brought by our father's lawyer to school…" he faded off as some pieces clicked. "Oh."

"Yeah," Percy nodded. "Probably one of your father's servants. On that note, do you remember your mother at all?"

The tween bit his lip and looked down, thinking hard, before shaking his head. "No. I mean… there was something before the hotel… but I can't remember what!" He suddenly looked panicked as he turned to Percy. "That's not 'a little spotty'! Why don't I remember?!"

The older demigod held out his hands placatingly. "It's probably something your father did to keep you safe. We can talk to him later, if you want. But the thing is, demigods can't be raised by their godly parent. It's one of the rules everyone in our pantheon has to follow. Especially for us Big Three kids. Being around our godly parent—or any god, though to a lesser extent with others—calls to our divinity. It can awaken parts of us our bodies aren't prepared for, drive us mad, or hurt us badly without meaning to. Gods can be selfish, cruel beings, but very few actively want to hurt their children like that. So your father had to do something to protect you. I don't know the details on what—you'd have to ask him—but my guess? Something happened to your mother and your father did what he could to save you.

"Anyway, back to my point. So… um… the thing is…," he tried to think about how to say what he needed to. "Do you know what 'parentification' is?" he finally settled on. Nico's eyebrows drew together and he shook his head. Percy nodded. "It's taking a child and putting them in a parental role, usually by the people who should be taking care of the children to begin with, often for long or extended periods of time. Children are still developing emotionally and mentally, though, and aren't meant to be in a role like that, so it's considered a form of abuse. You know what abuse is, right?"

Nico's eyes had flown wide in horror, and he nodded slowly. "When a parent hurts their child?"

Percy tipped his hand back and forth. "Abuse isn't strictly from parent to child only. For instance, bullying is a form of abuse, often from peers or sometimes even people younger than the victim. But, yes. It's when someone repeatedly hurts someone else–especially someone they should respect or protect–to get what they want. Do you see why 'parentification' applies?"

Swallowing, Nico nodded, looking down again, his face still twisted in horror. "So… Bianca…"

"Yes," Percy said, not unkindly. "But something you have to realize? It's not your fault."

"But… I'm the one she was taking care of."

Percy shrugged. "You deserve to be taken care of. Everyone here does. That doesn't mean it always happens. And she still wants to see you happy and healthy. That's why you're not a burden. Everyone involved is really doing the best they can with what they have.

"But that's why you're here now. Some people might be scared of you because of who your father is, but even they still want Bianca to succeed. Even they don't want to see you hurt. You can find good people here you can rely on. And maybe you and Bianca can talk about what kind of a relationship you want when she gets back—what will be best for both of you. That's probably why your father sent you here." Okay, Percy had no idea if that had even factored into Hades plans, but he'd give the guy the benefit of the doubt and a positive footing with his son. If the god ruined it, well, that would be all on him.

Nico looked like he was biting the inside of his lip, and shifted uncomfortably.

"I don't… like people," he muttered. "I try to be happy and nice, I do! But… making new friends is hard."

Percy withheld a scoff. That was so like the cousin he remembered. "Yeah, it can be," he said instead. "But you met me, right?" Nico nodded slowly. "And Grover too."

"Um… he just kind of showed up and was a better choice than the monsters following us from school," the smaller boy muttered.

"But you still trusted him." Nico nodded again, albeit reluctantly. "You don't have to trust everyone you meet to begin with, even here. Actually, I'd advise against it, but… maybe give them a chance. Some people will let you down, sure, but you'll also find good people to lift you up too, even if it takes a little while. You just need to meet enough of them. For now, set your boundary of how much time you'll put into trying to make friends, and how much time you need on your own, and you can change that up later if you need to.

"I'm not gonna lie, it won't be easy, but it will be worth it." He held out his hand. "So, are you willing to try?"

Nico just stared at the offered appendage for several seconds before setting the figurine in his right hand down and reaching over to shake Percy's. "Okay. I'll… try."

Percy grinned. "Good. I can see why Bianca's proud of you."

That had just the effect he wanted as Nico blushed. "I… um… what?! Sh-she didn't say that!"

The time-traveler shrugged. "She didn't have to. It's in how she talks about you."

Nico looked down. "You think so?"

Percy nodded. "Yup. One hundred percent." Okay, he was actually maybe only 80% sure, but Nico didn't need to know that either.

"Um, did… you mean what you said earlier?" Nico suddenly asked, changing the subject so fast Percy blinked and leaned away a little.

"What?"

"About helping her and everyone coming home?"

Oh. It was that talk. Joy.

"I did," he said slowly.

"Do you promise to save her?" he asked, pleading. With those bright and hopeful, but simultaneously dark and desperate eyes staring up at him, Percy could remember why he'd had a hard time refusing the first go around. Fortunately, he had more experience this time.

"I can't promise that," he said softly.

Nico looked stung and Percy had to withhold a wince.

"What?!"

"Nico, Bianca shouldn't have been responsible for you like she was. That wasn't your fault, but in an ideal world, it wouldn't have happened at all. You should have had your mother and you both would have grown up with her, hopefully happy. But life isn't always like that, and Bianca stepped up. Was that fair to either of you?"

The son of Hades looked pained when he thought back on their conversation and shook his head. "No."

"Can you see how asking me to take responsibility for her is just as wrong?" Nico cringed and Percy shoved the guilt away. Nico just had a way of making him feel like he'd kicked a puppy sometimes. As he grew older the son of Hades learned how to take advantage of it. It had always been one of his most terrifying traits.

"I wasn't asking you to take responsibility," he muttered.

Percy raised an eyebrow skeptically. "You wanted me to promise to bring her home safely. That's asking me to take responsibility for her. The thing is, I will be across the world trying to keep my own team alive for our quest." He was tempted to ask Nico if they were less important than Bianca, but decided not to, having the suspicion the kid would say yes and then withdraw if he did. So he went with something else. "What I can promise is that I will do everything within my power to help her when she calls me. And that's all I can do."

"But what if she dies?!"

Normally, Percy wouldn't have much of a consoling answer for him… and honestly still didn't, but he did have a point he could make this time, albeit a bitter one. "Then the world will likely end because the gods will go to war and we'll all be fighting each other and trying to survive anyway."

His words had the desired effect of making Nico draw back in shock. Percy didn't feel much satisfaction knowing he'd been right about the kid not looking at the larger picture. He was ten and sheltered. Of course he wouldn't.

Percy still felt like he'd kicked a puppy. Again.

"I can't tell you how to feel," the son of Poseidon said as he stood up, brushing his pants off. He still had to stop by his cabin and grab his backpack, and he was already running late. "That's for you to decide. But I can tell you that I will do everything I can to make sure she survives. I don't know if that will be enough, but it's more than what she had before. If that's not enough for you, I recommend you train to get stronger so you can support her. But just remember, you need to talk to her about what she wants when she gets back. Okay?"

Nico looked troubled. "You said 'when'," he murmured.

Percy nodded. "Yeah, I did. I want to believe we're all coming back, even if that's naive.

"I need to leave but… don't sit here for too long, yeah?"

The dark-eyed boy didn't look happy, but he did nod. Percy smiled and turned to leave. He knew it was time to let the boy stew on his own. If he pushed anymore, it would probably only hurt Nico more in the long run.

Speaking of running… he waited until he was a fair distance away from Nico before he broke into a sprint. His teammates were probably already finished loading the ship—a ship he hadn't even seen yet. He didn't even know where they got a ship. Weren't the Greeks supposed to have navies? Why hadn't he ever seen one?

And also, he really, really needed to work on his running.

xXx

"Where have you been?" Annabeth asked as he came huffing and puffing up to the pier. The pier that had just kind of appeared the night before. Or that morning, he wasn't entirely sure.

He sent a mental thanks to his dad.

The boat at the end of the pier looked… well, a little under the weather. He could tell Annabeth wasn't exactly happy with it, and Luke was walking around said boat, staring at everything with a sort of horrified awe.

Still, they'd obviously been busy with supplies as there wasn't much left to load. Not that they had a whole lot they'd need for a trip that would likely take them a couple of days at most, but this was Annabeth's first quest, and Luke's first quest after his failed one, so it was understandable that they wanted to be prepared.

"I wanted to wish Bianca and her quest good luck," he said, wheezing more than he'd like.

Annabeth just looked at him, one eyebrow raised.

Percy raised an eyebrow in return. "What?"

"You're wheezing and out of breath."

"And?"

"I… guess I just didn't expect that," she muttered, face going red, not with embarrassment, but likely anger. She never had liked to admit she'd made a mistake.

"Wait, did I just hear you went to wish the other quest well?" Luke asked, looking confused as he walked up the pier.

That took the time-traveler by surprise. "Yes."

The other's confusion deepened. "Why?"

Percy couldn't help but be confused at his confusion. "Why shouldn't I? I mean, we all want everyone to come back… right?"

"Of course we do," Annabeth said, a little too quickly.

The time-traveler eyed her. "Wait. Do you… not like her?" He frowned. That didn't quite make sense either. His fellow questgoers seemed to be confused at his actions towards her, not their own.

"No," she said, sounding frustrated. "That's not it."

"Gods don't act like that."

Annabeth gasped. "Luke," she whispered.

"What?" he asked.

Percy shook his head, reaching down for the final bag (potatoes, he thought) and hefted it with more than a little effort. "I told you I'm completely mortal," he said, walking up the gangplank, "no matter my memories". That burden he'd just lifted by talking to Bianca seemed to return ten-fold, and he was suddenly very tired, going on a quest with people he both did and didn't know, who couldn't seem to treat him like another demigod. He didn't need to tap into his emotion sense to get fear, puzzlement, and shock from them at more or less everything he did.

He realized that by telling Luke his past (and by Annabeth figuring it out), they'd stopped seeing him as Percy. Instead, they saw a typical Greek god, just without powers… and he'd really like them to stop. He wasn't that bad.

Was he?

He really hoped not…

He really tried not to be…

Yeah, topic change. Now. Thank you, brain.

Continuing up the plank, he expected to feel right at home the moment he stepped on the boat, like he always had. But… he didn't. It threw him off so badly, he stumbled as soon as he set foot on the deck. Annabeth nearly ran into him standing frozen, reaching out to the ship and only barely getting anything in return.

"What's wrong?" Luke asked worriedly from behind.

Percy frowned. "I've been on boats before… I can control them. But this one…" He could still sense it, but sluggishly. Which made no sense. He'd sailed complete wrecks before, far worse than this; as in they would have sunk (and in some cases had sunk) had it not been for his power. His frown deepened. That development would make this trip far more difficult. Why had it happened, though? He… had a couple of ideas but nothing concrete.

Then again, he hadn't had to use a boat for centuries. Maybe he'd just forgotten?

Or maybe the Fates wanted this to be a challenge. He wouldn't put it past them but… he didn't really get that sense.

"I don't like this boat," Luke was saying. "It's practically falling apart. Whose idea was it to use this anyway?"

"It was a gift… from Lord Ares," Annabeth said through gritted teeth. "In payment to the leader of our expedition for supporting his daughter in going on the other quest."

Ah. That made sense. That really was up Ares alley. The boat was, in truth, likely a response to Percy outing Ares to the council. Well, what was he supposed to do? Just let Ares get away with it all, like he had before? Yeah. No. But the best revenge was always living well and succeeding despite the underhanded behavior. Which Percy could do here.

He shrugged. "I can still control water. Even if we run into problems, we'll be fine." Annabeth and Luke exchanged glances. They didn't say anything, but Percy could practically hear them saying, 'That does not reassure me.' He sighed, supposing he hadn't really earned their faith yet. (Faith in him as a human, not as a god—he doubted he'd ever earn the latter from them, and wasn't sure he wanted to.)

"Do you have any other ideas how we can go on our quest without offending the God of War?" he asked.

Annabeth's face took on a pinched look that plainly stated her displeasure at being unable to see a way around the current predicament. Luke's jaw tightened, but he showed no other sign of frustration. Even now, he was good.

"No," they said together.

Percy nodded. "I couldn't think of anything either. So we take the boat and go. However," he looked to the daughter of Athena, "even if I didn't expect this minor complication, I would have wanted someone on our team looking into what to do if we lose this ship. Can I count on you for that?" She looked surprised, then thoughtful as she nodded.

Percy smiled, then turned to Luke. "Did you happen to acquire a raft when you saw the state of this… lovely gift?"

Luke blinked at him, completely blank faced, then coughed. "Maybe."

Percy smirked. "Thought so."

Annabeth looked surprised at the older blond. "You did? You were only gone for like… ten minutes."

Luke shrugged. "I knew where the inflatable rafts were kept."

The daughter of Athena looked thoughtful and impressed. Also, maybe a little twitterpated. Percy tried to ignore that last thought (along with the jealousy accompanying it) and grinned.

"Okay, so that's backup plan one, but we still need a couple of others, just in case." He had a couple of ideas of his own, but that would depend on context at the time. So he nodded when Annabeth did the same, and then he glanced at Luke again.

"Where are we putting the supplies?" he pointed to the bag over his shoulder.

Luke pointed ahead, looking tired. "That way. There were already some sacks there when we came on, so maybe we shouldn't touch those? Just in case they're another… gracious gift from our war god. They're about as good as the ship itself." He wrinkled his nose. "They smell… off. Like, rotten onion off."

Percy nodded. "Not surprising, so that's a good call."

He hurried below deck, annoyed at the sudden awful smell and the quick change from light to dark, and doubted they had electricity on the piece of junk they were currently putting all of their hope into. He quickly walked over to the corner where they'd put a couple of crates and barrels (actual barrels, they seriously needed to upgrade, though that might save them from taking on the stench), as well as some heavy-duty pottery and burlap sacks filled with food already. The obviously smelling ones were tucked away in a corner, away from the good food. He laid the potatoes next to the good pile, stepping aside to let Annabeth and Luke set their bags down before hurrying back up into the daylight and fresh air (they'd have to deal with that when sleeping in the cabins too… yay). Even after only a couple of seconds, he squinted a little. They'd need to fix that. Maybe he should get an eye patch? Hmm…

"Alright, is that it?" he asked when his two companions came back on deck. They both nodded. "We all have our personal bags?" He pressed, having to check because he didn't want to risk losing one of them to starvation on the seas or something. The other two nodded again, heading over to one end of the boat and holding up a backpack each. Percy had his own on his back, and he'd triple-checked it for the vitamins (as well as everything else). Good.

"Well, let's start this quest then!" With more effort than he would like to admit to—even for his current abilities—he reached out to the boat. It had a motor he started after some focus and concentration (although it sputtered and spit and would likely die on them very soon), and then they pushed away from the shore and were off to the Sea of Monsters. A year early.

That seemed to be a theme in his new life.

xXx

AN: *I just found out that 'drachmae and drachmai' are also correct and (according to my lovely beta) extra Greek. But because I've used 'drachmas' before, I will be a responsible fanfictioner and be as consistent as I can. But I can't help but feel like I missed an opportunity. TT . TT

**A very informal way of saying "good luck, my friend" or maybe 'hope you do well' kind of thing. However, I do not speak Korean. I did look up more than Google Translate, but I'm pretty sure this is in the wrong word order and again, super informal, but I want to say no offense was meant. I could see the Greeks doing something like that. ^^;

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