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Percy jackson would be the first to admit the world was unbelievably fucked up but this.. this was new.
A fully grown man, in clothes that had percy’s brows furrowing. I mean, gods above was that like.. a skirt?
And everyone around him seemed to not notice it at all. Like he was a normal guy. It had to have been the mist.
Considering annabeth hitting his side when he stopped walking in complete and utter surprise. He supposed, if nothing else. He wasn’t the only one witnessing this. “Are you?” He asked, mostly rhetorical but annabeth cuts him off anyways. Pushing past him.
“Excuse me!” She calls towards the man in the weird outfit. He’s got a sword hanging at his side. “Hello.” Annabeth calls, trying to catch up with the man who keeps trying to randomly stop people on the side of the road. Annabeth catches him, her hand goes out to grab him and Percy jumps in. Separating them a second before the man pulls out the sword.
The people on the street don’t so much as flinch. Percy wishes he was as lucky as they were.
“Where am i?” The man demands an answer. And gods above percy debates on just.. stepping into oncoming traffic. Seriously, the gods needed to pay him so much more to deal with everything that happened.
“New york” percy says.
“New what?” The man repeats, sounding confused. “Where’s ithaca? I need to go home. I need to see my wife.”
“Ever heard of google maps?” Percy asks before he can stop himself. Honestly, it’s a little mean considering demi-gods couldn’t even use technology anyways. And if this man were like them in any way (which the mist seemed to be promoting) then he wouldn’t know what that is anyways.
“Google huh?” Percy goes to say something again. But Annabeth hits him hard in the arm. It gets him to shut up at least. “What’s your name?” Annabeth asks.
“Nobody.” Is the mans response. Percy snorts. “What are you, the myth of Odysseus?” He means it as a joke. But the mans face falls and he jumps back to avoid the sword being swung in his face. “How did you know my name?” The man— Odysseus demands.
“Oh my gods.” Annabeth says breathlessly, a smile on her face. “Percy that’s—“
“Yeah i’ve gathered. What the hell are you doing in the future?” Percy asks
“What?” Odysseus says.
“Odysseus!” Someone yells, the man looks in time to catch someone else running to his side. “Polities” Odysseus says when the man polities speaks “where are we?”
“Who the hell is he?” Percy asks, pointing at polities.
“My— partner. Yes, he’s my partner..” Odysseus says quickly.
“Wait you’re gay?” Percy asks.
—-
Percy wraps an arm around his girlfriend's side and drags her far enough away from the two others. “We need to help them.” Annabeth tells him.
“Help them? How? We don’t know time travel, do we?” He asks. She looks at him with a glare. “Come on seaweed brain, they’re probably here for a reason.”
“Wise girl, whatever reason they’re here for is so above our understanding. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Doing this? What, you mean helping them? Come on seaweed brain. What’s the worst that can happen?”
“I can think of a few things” he retorts. But sighs, relenting. “Fine. We can help them get to camp but after that we let Mr D deal with it. Deal?”
Annabeth just rolls her eyes. And if percy wasn’t so smitten and trustful of her he’d walk away. Instead he interlinks their hands.
—-
If you asked percy whose fault this was, he wouldn’t know who to blame. His fault? Maybe. His godly parent was Poseidon afterall. And it was well known him and Odysseus had… problems, to say the least.
“Ody, don’t threaten the kid.” Polities tried to soothe odysseus.
“Your dad killed all of my men.” He says angrily towards percy, blade pressed up against him. He really wished he knew where annabeth had ran off to right then. The way Odysseus spits the term dad really spooe volumes.
“Well i never said he was a good guy” percy says desperately. “It’s not my fault i am his kid.”
“Greet the world with open arms.” Polities says pointedly.
“I threw an infant off a wall Po, I think I'm way past that.” Oddyseus responds.
“Yeah well Zeus is a bitch, and he’s not an infant.” Polities pushes between the two of them. Pulling the blade away from percy. Percy breathes a sigh of relief.
“Oh zeus? That guy hates me. Though i did make him and the gods pay child support.” Percy says. “No hard feelings.” He promises Odysseus as annabeth finally makes her reappearance.
“Anything interesting happen?” She asks, looking at percy.
“Nope!” Percy says, popping the P and so clearly lying.
“So, i talked to camp, they said we can take the boyfriends here there, and then they’ll deal with it.” Annabeth tells him.
“Sure it’s gonna be safe?” Polities asks them.
“Nothing with us is ever safe.” Percy says. “Literally ever” annabeth adds.
“Aren’t you both like 14?” Odysseus asks, concerned. “20” they both respond at the same time.
“Where are your parents? Aren’t you children of the gods? Why don’t they protect you?”
Annabeth shrugs her shoulders. “It’s just how it is.” She says.
“Before we got them to pay child support, they didn’t even claim their own children.” Percy supplies helpfully.
“So nothing ever changes” polities says.
“Not with them, no. Now come along lovers, we got a long journey.”
“We’re not—“ oddyseus goes to argue, but is shut up by polities grabbing his arm. A silence envelops the group.