Leverage and the Olympians
Challenge 26 heist #5 leverageland. The prompt was Mythical.
Here is a combination of two of my favourite things: Leverage and the Percy Jackson series.
How they’ve found out.
Nathan Ford: son of Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Strategy.
12 years old Nathan Ford was lying alone on his bed listening to some music from the radio. His father was probably down in the bar collecting debts from poor people or breaking some fingers.His school homework was already finished. He had done them hours ago. Really, there were so easy. He didn’t know why he had to go to school anyway. He was way more advanced than his classmates even with his dyslexia. Not that he wanted to anything these days. Since his mother’s death a few weeks before, nothing seemed to catch his interest. The thought that he had to still live 6 more years alone with his father sent chills down his spine. That’s when an idea came into his mind. Why not run away? He could definitely live by himself. His father helped him with nothing and he was auto sufficient . He jumped off his bed and ran to his closet. He picked up a rucksack and started filling it with clothes. When the bag was full he went to get the cash he had saved from playing poker. He put his shoes and jacket on and went for the door without regrets.
“Nathan Ford, you stop right there!” a voice stopped him from behind.
He slowly turned around. In front of him stood a long black haired woman with intense grey eyes. She was wearing a beautiful long white dress with gold decorations. She was absolutely beautiful.
“Who are you?” Nate whispered.
“I’m Athena. I’m your mother.”
“The Greek Goddess?”Nate was stunned. “But that’s impossible, it’s just a myth and my mother died weeks ago.”
“Yes, I’ve just heard about it. I’m sorry Nathan, she was a nice person. I sent you to your mother after she discovered that she couldn’t have any children. We met at college and she was such an intelligent and promising student. Unfortunately all changed after she met your father. I had warned her about him, but she was blinded by love.”
“So what, I was adopted?” Nate shouted. Everything seemed so surreal.
“You were a gift. My gift for your mother. Nathan, I know that living alone with your father won’t be easy, but I need you to stay here, safe. A big future is ahead of you. You’ll have to go through dark times, but that will only make you stronger. And when everything will seem lost, you will find some new friends and together you will do great things.”
“But I don’t want to stay here!” He whined almost crying, He hadn’t cried since the funeral.
“I know but you must. I’ll always be here, son. Don’t worry!”
He slowly nodded and dropped the bag.
“Good. Goodbye, Nathan. And remember, you’re not alone”
And with that she was gone, leaving Nate to wonder if it had really happened.
Sophie Devereaux: daughter of Aphrodite, Goddess of Beauty and Love.
“But Headmaster Andrews,” 14 years old Sophie whispered looking the man directly into his eyes “ you don’t want to give me a suspension”.
“Of course not, miss Devereaux.” He answered without knowing why. “You can go now”
Sophie gave a small triumph smile and left the Headmaster’s office. “That was easy!”
“That was very impressive girl. It’s being a long time since I saw one of my girls Charmspeak someone” A beautiful brown haired woman stopped her in the corridor.
“I’m not a girl.” Sophie spat back.
The woman gave a small chuckle. “Of course, you’re a woman now.”
“Who are you?” She asked annoyed.
“I’m your mother, Aphrodite.” She smiled.
“That’s very funny. My mother is who knows where. She ran away years ago!”
“That was your step-mother. You’re my child Sophie.”
Sophie looked unconvinced.
“I’m guessing that you have excellent grades in French but you’re not doing so good in the other subjects.”
“Anyone could read my report” she shrugged.
“You’re good at French because it’s the language of love and everyone of my children can speak it fluently. Unfortunately live every Greek demigod you’ve got dyslexia, that’s why you have trouble reading. You’ll get use to it.”
“That’s impossible! Why should I believe you?” she cried. “And if you’re my mother, where have you been all these years.”
“Oh, I’m sorry dear, but I could reach to you before. I’m here to tell you that you have a bright future ahead of you. You will once meet people that will make you feel safe. In the meanwhile, you can use your abilities in a better way, not just to get out of suspension”
Sophie just nodded. “Will I see you again?”
“I’ll come to you when the time is right. For now goodbye, my child!”
Use my abilities in a better way- Sophie thought. And she smiled thinking exactly how she was going to use them.
Eliot Spencer: son of Ares, God of war.
14 years old Eliot Spencer punched a guy at least three years older than him and who had several inches in height more than him.
“You stay away from my big sister!” he shouted kicking the guy in the groin.
The poor boy and his friend quickly got up and ran away frightened. “Okay, okay!”
Eliot clean his hands and his jeans and turned around intended to go back home.
“Yeah, you’re my son alright!” A man to his far right chuckled.
“Who are you and what do you want?” Eliot snapped.
The man was leaning on a large, black Harley Davidson chopper motorcycle. He was wearing black jeans, combat boots and a leather jacket and his eyes were hidden behind red tinted sunglasses.
“You’ve got quite a temper, haven’t you?” He grinned. “Well, I suppose that is my fault. I’m Ares, God of war and I’m your farther”
Eliot snorted. “You should lay off with the booze. It should stop you from talking non-sense”
Are smiled. “Not convinced, huh?” He picked up a baseball bat from the motorcycle.
Eliot backed away a bit moving in defense. “Oh, man. I didn’t mean to offend you!”
With a wave of the bat, it soon transformed into a sword. Another wave, and it was a shotgun, and then a two handed broadsword.
“Wow, I did you do that?” Eliot looked in wonder.
“That’s nothing for a God.” Ares shrugged.
“So you’re really are my father?” Eliot whispered. “Where are you been all this time?”
“I could come to you only now, son. You are a demigod, in you there is a great power. You are very strong and you will soon found out that it will be easy for you to learn hand-to-hand combat and how to use various weapons. You must train hard because one day you’ll be ask to fight the impossible. Can you promise me that?”
Eliot nodded. “You know I should kick your ass for leaving my mother before I was born?”
Ares chuckled. “I’m sure one day you will. I’ll see you soon, son. For now goodbye.”
Ares hopped on his motorcycle and drove away.
Parker: daughter of Hermes, God of Travelers, Merchants and Thieves.
A 15 years old Parker ran across the street and hid behind the corner into an alley. She took the wallet she had just pick pocketed out of her sweater pocket and check it for cash. 75$, not bad. She managed to steal his phone too. She should get good money for it too.
Satisfied with her conquests, she went back to the street. She could finally have a decent meal that day.
As she turned the corner, she bumped into someone.
“Sorry” she murmured without looking up and continued walking.
She soon felt that her pocket felt lighter. She started searching for the wallet, but she couldn’t find it.
“Looking for this!” A man behind her startled her. She turned around and he was waving the wallet in triumph with a big grin.
“That’s mine!” Parker snapped and she jumped trying to get it away for him, but the man was quicker and snatched out of her reach.
“I’m pretty sure it belongs to the man you’ve just stolen it from!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
The middle-aged man dressed in a jogging tracksuit just smiled. “Of course you don’t!”
“Who are you? The police?” she retorted back.
“No, I’m not the police” He threw the wallet back to her. “I’m Hermes, the God of Thieves. I’m your father, Parker.”
“Ah, that’s funny! My parents left me when I was little.”
“Your mother abandoned you because she wasn’t strong enough to handle a demigod child. And I… well I couldn’t come to you sooner, but now I’m here to guide you to the right path.”
“I’ve manage on my own since now, I don’t need your guidance.”
“Unfortunately you do, my child. You have a difficult path in front of you. You need to be trained and by someone who can take care of you”
“No, I don’t!”
“See that man over there?” Hermes pointed at a distinctive man walking across the street with a walking stick.
“Yes?”
“I need you to steal his wallet” he instructed.
“Why?”
Hermes sighed. “Trust me with this Parker, please. It’s the only thing I ask from you.”
She thought about it and then without looking back she went to pick pocketing that man.
“Good luck, my child” Hermes whispered.
Parker tried to steal the man’s wallet but he was too quick for her and grabbed her hand.
Was it a trap?
“Well, what have we got here? What’s your name?” The man asked.
“Parker. Let me go!”
He released her hand. “Well, Parker. I’m Archie. Would you like me to teach some stealing techniques?”
Alec Hardison: son of Hephaestus, God of Blacksmiths and Fire.
“Well, that was easy!” 11 years old Alec Hardison just finished to repair his laptop that his older foster brother had broke the day before. Now the machine was running better than ever.
“Of course it was, you are my son”
Hardison spun around with his chair startled. “Who are you and how did you get in here?”
In front of him there was a huge, muscular man with a wild brown bear, a big head and dressed with overalls.
“Man, you’re big!” Alec whispered.
The man just chuckled. “Yeah, it happens when you work all you life in a workshop.”
“Who are you?” Hardison repeated his question.
“I’m Hephaestus. I’m your father.”
“No offence, man. but we don’t really look alike.”
“Alec Hardison, you’re a demigod and I’m here to claim as my son!”
“Okay,” he still wasn’t sure.
“You’re already showing amazing mechanical abilities. They will only increase. You will be able to do anything with a computer”
“Really?” The young boy smiled.
The big man nodded. “But you must train. Learn the language of the machinery and you will be able to understand everything that is mechanical.”
Hardison’s eyes lit up. It might not be bad being a demigod.
“I must go now, son. I have to get back to my workshop, but when the times comes we will meet again” and he disappeared in thin air.
What the young children didn’t know at the time was that soon after they had been claimed by their Greek Gods parents, their memories of it were cancelled to keep them safe from monsters that could have chased them. Cancelled until the time was right. And that time arrived!
And here I'm planning on writing a big series as soon as I have time. Probably during the Christmas holidays. So if you're interested, please be patient!
Here is a combination of two of my favourite things: Leverage and the Percy Jackson series.
How they’ve found out.
Nathan Ford: son of Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Strategy.
12 years old Nathan Ford was lying alone on his bed listening to some music from the radio. His father was probably down in the bar collecting debts from poor people or breaking some fingers.His school homework was already finished. He had done them hours ago. Really, there were so easy. He didn’t know why he had to go to school anyway. He was way more advanced than his classmates even with his dyslexia. Not that he wanted to anything these days. Since his mother’s death a few weeks before, nothing seemed to catch his interest. The thought that he had to still live 6 more years alone with his father sent chills down his spine. That’s when an idea came into his mind. Why not run away? He could definitely live by himself. His father helped him with nothing and he was auto sufficient . He jumped off his bed and ran to his closet. He picked up a rucksack and started filling it with clothes. When the bag was full he went to get the cash he had saved from playing poker. He put his shoes and jacket on and went for the door without regrets.
“Nathan Ford, you stop right there!” a voice stopped him from behind.
He slowly turned around. In front of him stood a long black haired woman with intense grey eyes. She was wearing a beautiful long white dress with gold decorations. She was absolutely beautiful.
“Who are you?” Nate whispered.
“I’m Athena. I’m your mother.”
“The Greek Goddess?”Nate was stunned. “But that’s impossible, it’s just a myth and my mother died weeks ago.”
“Yes, I’ve just heard about it. I’m sorry Nathan, she was a nice person. I sent you to your mother after she discovered that she couldn’t have any children. We met at college and she was such an intelligent and promising student. Unfortunately all changed after she met your father. I had warned her about him, but she was blinded by love.”
“So what, I was adopted?” Nate shouted. Everything seemed so surreal.
“You were a gift. My gift for your mother. Nathan, I know that living alone with your father won’t be easy, but I need you to stay here, safe. A big future is ahead of you. You’ll have to go through dark times, but that will only make you stronger. And when everything will seem lost, you will find some new friends and together you will do great things.”
“But I don’t want to stay here!” He whined almost crying, He hadn’t cried since the funeral.
“I know but you must. I’ll always be here, son. Don’t worry!”
He slowly nodded and dropped the bag.
“Good. Goodbye, Nathan. And remember, you’re not alone”
And with that she was gone, leaving Nate to wonder if it had really happened.
Sophie Devereaux: daughter of Aphrodite, Goddess of Beauty and Love.
“But Headmaster Andrews,” 14 years old Sophie whispered looking the man directly into his eyes “ you don’t want to give me a suspension”.
“Of course not, miss Devereaux.” He answered without knowing why. “You can go now”
Sophie gave a small triumph smile and left the Headmaster’s office. “That was easy!”
“That was very impressive girl. It’s being a long time since I saw one of my girls Charmspeak someone” A beautiful brown haired woman stopped her in the corridor.
“I’m not a girl.” Sophie spat back.
The woman gave a small chuckle. “Of course, you’re a woman now.”
“Who are you?” She asked annoyed.
“I’m your mother, Aphrodite.” She smiled.
“That’s very funny. My mother is who knows where. She ran away years ago!”
“That was your step-mother. You’re my child Sophie.”
Sophie looked unconvinced.
“I’m guessing that you have excellent grades in French but you’re not doing so good in the other subjects.”
“Anyone could read my report” she shrugged.
“You’re good at French because it’s the language of love and everyone of my children can speak it fluently. Unfortunately live every Greek demigod you’ve got dyslexia, that’s why you have trouble reading. You’ll get use to it.”
“That’s impossible! Why should I believe you?” she cried. “And if you’re my mother, where have you been all these years.”
“Oh, I’m sorry dear, but I could reach to you before. I’m here to tell you that you have a bright future ahead of you. You will once meet people that will make you feel safe. In the meanwhile, you can use your abilities in a better way, not just to get out of suspension”
Sophie just nodded. “Will I see you again?”
“I’ll come to you when the time is right. For now goodbye, my child!”
Use my abilities in a better way- Sophie thought. And she smiled thinking exactly how she was going to use them.
Eliot Spencer: son of Ares, God of war.
14 years old Eliot Spencer punched a guy at least three years older than him and who had several inches in height more than him.
“You stay away from my big sister!” he shouted kicking the guy in the groin.
The poor boy and his friend quickly got up and ran away frightened. “Okay, okay!”
Eliot clean his hands and his jeans and turned around intended to go back home.
“Yeah, you’re my son alright!” A man to his far right chuckled.
“Who are you and what do you want?” Eliot snapped.
The man was leaning on a large, black Harley Davidson chopper motorcycle. He was wearing black jeans, combat boots and a leather jacket and his eyes were hidden behind red tinted sunglasses.
“You’ve got quite a temper, haven’t you?” He grinned. “Well, I suppose that is my fault. I’m Ares, God of war and I’m your farther”
Eliot snorted. “You should lay off with the booze. It should stop you from talking non-sense”
Are smiled. “Not convinced, huh?” He picked up a baseball bat from the motorcycle.
Eliot backed away a bit moving in defense. “Oh, man. I didn’t mean to offend you!”
With a wave of the bat, it soon transformed into a sword. Another wave, and it was a shotgun, and then a two handed broadsword.
“Wow, I did you do that?” Eliot looked in wonder.
“That’s nothing for a God.” Ares shrugged.
“So you’re really are my father?” Eliot whispered. “Where are you been all this time?”
“I could come to you only now, son. You are a demigod, in you there is a great power. You are very strong and you will soon found out that it will be easy for you to learn hand-to-hand combat and how to use various weapons. You must train hard because one day you’ll be ask to fight the impossible. Can you promise me that?”
Eliot nodded. “You know I should kick your ass for leaving my mother before I was born?”
Ares chuckled. “I’m sure one day you will. I’ll see you soon, son. For now goodbye.”
Ares hopped on his motorcycle and drove away.
Parker: daughter of Hermes, God of Travelers, Merchants and Thieves.
A 15 years old Parker ran across the street and hid behind the corner into an alley. She took the wallet she had just pick pocketed out of her sweater pocket and check it for cash. 75$, not bad. She managed to steal his phone too. She should get good money for it too.
Satisfied with her conquests, she went back to the street. She could finally have a decent meal that day.
As she turned the corner, she bumped into someone.
“Sorry” she murmured without looking up and continued walking.
She soon felt that her pocket felt lighter. She started searching for the wallet, but she couldn’t find it.
“Looking for this!” A man behind her startled her. She turned around and he was waving the wallet in triumph with a big grin.
“That’s mine!” Parker snapped and she jumped trying to get it away for him, but the man was quicker and snatched out of her reach.
“I’m pretty sure it belongs to the man you’ve just stolen it from!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
The middle-aged man dressed in a jogging tracksuit just smiled. “Of course you don’t!”
“Who are you? The police?” she retorted back.
“No, I’m not the police” He threw the wallet back to her. “I’m Hermes, the God of Thieves. I’m your father, Parker.”
“Ah, that’s funny! My parents left me when I was little.”
“Your mother abandoned you because she wasn’t strong enough to handle a demigod child. And I… well I couldn’t come to you sooner, but now I’m here to guide you to the right path.”
“I’ve manage on my own since now, I don’t need your guidance.”
“Unfortunately you do, my child. You have a difficult path in front of you. You need to be trained and by someone who can take care of you”
“No, I don’t!”
“See that man over there?” Hermes pointed at a distinctive man walking across the street with a walking stick.
“Yes?”
“I need you to steal his wallet” he instructed.
“Why?”
Hermes sighed. “Trust me with this Parker, please. It’s the only thing I ask from you.”
She thought about it and then without looking back she went to pick pocketing that man.
“Good luck, my child” Hermes whispered.
Parker tried to steal the man’s wallet but he was too quick for her and grabbed her hand.
Was it a trap?
“Well, what have we got here? What’s your name?” The man asked.
“Parker. Let me go!”
He released her hand. “Well, Parker. I’m Archie. Would you like me to teach some stealing techniques?”
Alec Hardison: son of Hephaestus, God of Blacksmiths and Fire.
“Well, that was easy!” 11 years old Alec Hardison just finished to repair his laptop that his older foster brother had broke the day before. Now the machine was running better than ever.
“Of course it was, you are my son”
Hardison spun around with his chair startled. “Who are you and how did you get in here?”
In front of him there was a huge, muscular man with a wild brown bear, a big head and dressed with overalls.
“Man, you’re big!” Alec whispered.
The man just chuckled. “Yeah, it happens when you work all you life in a workshop.”
“Who are you?” Hardison repeated his question.
“I’m Hephaestus. I’m your father.”
“No offence, man. but we don’t really look alike.”
“Alec Hardison, you’re a demigod and I’m here to claim as my son!”
“Okay,” he still wasn’t sure.
“You’re already showing amazing mechanical abilities. They will only increase. You will be able to do anything with a computer”
“Really?” The young boy smiled.
The big man nodded. “But you must train. Learn the language of the machinery and you will be able to understand everything that is mechanical.”
Hardison’s eyes lit up. It might not be bad being a demigod.
“I must go now, son. I have to get back to my workshop, but when the times comes we will meet again” and he disappeared in thin air.
What the young children didn’t know at the time was that soon after they had been claimed by their Greek Gods parents, their memories of it were cancelled to keep them safe from monsters that could have chased them. Cancelled until the time was right. And that time arrived!
And here I'm planning on writing a big series as soon as I have time. Probably during the Christmas holidays. So if you're interested, please be patient!