big lights will inspire you
Characters: Cheiron, Jason
Date/Time: Just after Cheiron's arrival
Location: Out and about in Manhattan
Rating: PG
Warnings: Extreme fluff of the father-son bonding variety.
Summary: Jason goes to rescue Cheiron from the pretzel man.
Jason was excited that the...man he called his father was here. He was not ashamed to admit this; after all, Cheiron had raised Jason. He was more a father than his sperm donor could ever be (seeing as how he was dead...) and, well, Jason's mother had never been in the picture either.
He hurried down the street, looking for the figure that looked even remotely like Cheiron. A smile broke out when he spotted him and he practically ran over, crying out "Dad!".
-★-
Cheiron was currently fascinated by the cart, with wheels, that was stationary and appeared to be selling food. It looked like bread but was twisted into a weird shape. Fascinating. The man who owned the cart, the purveyor of the weird-shape-twisted-bread was shouting at him, though, in a language he didn't understand.
"Pretzel!" the man kept shouting. "Pretzel!"
Cheiron almost didn't hear Jason's cry but he caught sight of a very familiar boy rushing towards him and he turned quickly. Big mistake when, as it turned out, Cheiron had a much smaller turning circle these days. He did a full 360 before he was facing Jason properly.
-★-
That had Jason laughing. He had figured it would be a bit hard for Cheiron to get used to a human body, but this was hilarious. Still, he managed to keep it to a chuckle while he reached out and steadied his father. "Welcome to New York," he said quietly before he pulled Cheiron into a hug.
Being around him made Jason act like a kid again.
-★-
"New York. Hm. I don't see what's new about it. It smells rather stale."
Of course, Cheiron was delighted to see his son. Delighted to the point at which he even cracked a smile. He hugged Jason firmly. Upper body strength: he still had it.
"Seriously, my boy. How do you manage with such spindly, spindly legs? I never appreciated it before."
-★-
"Supposedly there is an old one in some other country. And it's actually not that bad once you get used to it."
He barely pulled back from the hug, wanting to remain there as long as he could. It had been a long, long time since Jason had seen Cheiron. He was one of the few people outside of the crew of the Argo that Jason cared about.
"I'm just excellent, Dad. You'll get used to it eventually though."
-★-
"I'll get used to your excellence? Hmph!" Cheiron patted Jason on the shoulder though, in truth, it was partly for support as he held on a bit tighter, his legs still wobbling a bit. "I am glad you know your worth, boy."
"I'm still not sure Khaos has the first idea what she's messing with, though, or Cronus or Gaia. This place is quite mad enough without us being here." He pointed. "That man there has been standing for as long as I've been here, saying that the end is nigh. Utterly barking. The end isn't nigh. It's nowhere near nigh."
-★-
"You should already be used to my excellence," he pointed out. Jason started walking slowly towards the complex, making sure Cheiron could keep pace with him. "Oh! I got you a salad, by the way."
That brought a snort. "The gods were never the all knowing creatures of glory they claimed to be. But yeah, there are crazy people all over this city. They believe in a religion with one god who loves them all yet demands they hate others different from themselves. Or maybe that's just the priests that do, I haven't really paid attention."
-★-
"You would think that I would be, it's true," said Cheiron quite agreeably. "Oh, salad! Wonderful. I'm hungry. That's with leaves and stuff, isn't it? And I wouldn't be stealing food from horses which, apparently, gets you funny looks."
Cheiron, of course, had missed 90% of the funny looks he was getting today. "So what do you do with yourself while you're here? I hope you're keeping busy. I'm glad to see the girlonaut is still about to keeping you in line."
-★-
"Yes, well actually, leaves from lettuce, not like tree leaves. And vegetables, though you can get it with fruit. Or both. Some poeple have meat in their's but I didn't get you one of those." He grinned. "Don't eat the horses's food, please. You might get arrested for being insane if you do that again."
Jason, on the other hand, had noticed them, but he wasn't going to mention them for now. "I own and run two hotels. And yeah, Ata is here. She would kick my butt if I did anything too stupid."
-★-
"Arrested for insanity?" Cheiron looked appalled. "That makes no sense whatsoever." Baffled by this strange world and it's strange laws, Cheiron walked along in silence for a while, noting to himself how few people smiled while they walked. This was incontrovertible proof that walking on two feet was hard.
"I'm glad there's been someone to make sure you don't do anything foolish, Jason, though you were not the most rash of my pupils. Tell me. Who else is here of my acquaintance?"
-★-
"Yeah, well they don't like the crazy people walking around up here." Jason glared at anyone that came too close. He wasn't worried they would actually do anything, but still. It never hurt to protect his family.
"I don't remember everyone you taught," Jason said sheepishly. After all, they weren't as important as him. "Patrcolus is here, though. Some of crew besides Atalanta is here too. I don't think anyone is, though."
-★-
"Hmph. Crazy is just another word for different. Well. Except when it comes to my father and dear half-siblings. They are all nuts, to the last man."
Cheiron waited at the pedestrian crossing because that's what Jason was doing. He approved of being guided by lights, of course, even if they were strange colours like red. "Ah, Patroclus. Absolutely under Achilles' thumb but not without talent."
-★-
"And of course you are the only sane one in that family."
Jason started to walk once the light changed, though he did stop when a cab started to turn into their walk way. Smacking it and yelling at them helped his temper. Once he calmed down again-and got them across the road, Jason said, "I read a little bit about that. He and I haven't spoken much, but he seems like a good guy."
-★-
"Well, that much is true. And also, relative."
Cheiron blinked at Jason's little display of road-rage but decided that he had raised his boy well enough not to be too stupid, even when dealing with strange, yellow, metal not-monsters. "No, he's good, you're right."
A little plaintively, after another block, he asked, "Is it much further?"
-★-
Considering it was the driver not the cab that he should be afraid of, Jason wasn't too worried about what the not-monster would do to him. "That's good to know."
Jason stopped walking, worry almost overtaking him. He should have gone slower! Still, he pointed towards the building halfway down the next bock. "That's it right there. Which apartment is yours, though? Or do you want to come up to mine to eat?"
-★-
Cheiron was relieved to see how close it was and he quickened his step with renewed purpose. "I rather suspect I'm going to have to work on these leg muscles if I am expecting these legs to convey me anywhere."
Hearing Jason's offer, for the first time in a lifetime, perhaps Cheiron displayed some vulnerability. "If it wouldn't be intruding, it would be rather nice to spend a little longer with you. My apartment is 2d? Not quite as high up I should like but I'm sure I will get it how I like it soon enough."
-★-
"Yeah, you're going to have to do all those exercises you made me do." Oh revenge would be sweet. Sweet and probably not followed through on since Jason would do anything Cheiron told him to do.
He nodded eagerly. "Come up, please. I'm way above you on floor 11. It's got a great view. And you can come up and stay as much as you want. You know that, Daddy."
-★-
"I should have known that my sins would be revisited on me. Just don't send me anywhere with a blindfold on because I can promise you that I am unlikely to find my way back. All these streets look the exact same."
Cheiron paused then, just so he could clap Jason on the shoulder. "Thank you, son. I'm glad you're here."
-★-
"How do you think I felt about the trees?!" He cried out. "Seriously, though, what's your job here? You can't teach future heroes the tricks of the trade here."
His smile was blindingly bright. "I'm glad you're here too."
-★-
"Oh, apparently I am still a teacher and I will even teach the same thing but under the guise of 'Classics'. I suspect I will just stand up in front of these dear little impressionable kidlets and tell them about the family. My name makes little sense to me. My father informs me that the name 'Sage Cornelius Witt' is no laughing matter but, frankly, it seems rather ridiculous."
He nodded, in acknowledgement of Jason's obvious happiness. He could not complain, really. He was alive again and he had his son restored to him. Who knew who else was to follow? Not that it mattered, of course. Jason had always been a handful all on his own!
-★-
"That name is...yes. Ridiculous." Jason didn't bother trying to hide his laughter at it. It was just so so pompous, there was nothing else he could do. "It's good that you're still teaching, you do it so well."
He was sure to cause all sorts of issues for Cheiron, unintentional and intentional. It was just how he rolled.
-★-
"Flattery, my boy, will get you nowhere. Though you are right. I am an excellent teacher. We'll just see whether all this stale air has rotted these children's brains. Hmph!"
Cheiron, of course, was prepared for any excitement Jason brought his way; it might be like old times, in this new city, and that was no bad thing.
Date/Time: Just after Cheiron's arrival
Location: Out and about in Manhattan
Rating: PG
Warnings: Extreme fluff of the father-son bonding variety.
Summary: Jason goes to rescue Cheiron from the pretzel man.
Jason was excited that the...man he called his father was here. He was not ashamed to admit this; after all, Cheiron had raised Jason. He was more a father than his sperm donor could ever be (seeing as how he was dead...) and, well, Jason's mother had never been in the picture either.
He hurried down the street, looking for the figure that looked even remotely like Cheiron. A smile broke out when he spotted him and he practically ran over, crying out "Dad!".
-★-
Cheiron was currently fascinated by the cart, with wheels, that was stationary and appeared to be selling food. It looked like bread but was twisted into a weird shape. Fascinating. The man who owned the cart, the purveyor of the weird-shape-twisted-bread was shouting at him, though, in a language he didn't understand.
"Pretzel!" the man kept shouting. "Pretzel!"
Cheiron almost didn't hear Jason's cry but he caught sight of a very familiar boy rushing towards him and he turned quickly. Big mistake when, as it turned out, Cheiron had a much smaller turning circle these days. He did a full 360 before he was facing Jason properly.
-★-
That had Jason laughing. He had figured it would be a bit hard for Cheiron to get used to a human body, but this was hilarious. Still, he managed to keep it to a chuckle while he reached out and steadied his father. "Welcome to New York," he said quietly before he pulled Cheiron into a hug.
Being around him made Jason act like a kid again.
-★-
"New York. Hm. I don't see what's new about it. It smells rather stale."
Of course, Cheiron was delighted to see his son. Delighted to the point at which he even cracked a smile. He hugged Jason firmly. Upper body strength: he still had it.
"Seriously, my boy. How do you manage with such spindly, spindly legs? I never appreciated it before."
-★-
"Supposedly there is an old one in some other country. And it's actually not that bad once you get used to it."
He barely pulled back from the hug, wanting to remain there as long as he could. It had been a long, long time since Jason had seen Cheiron. He was one of the few people outside of the crew of the Argo that Jason cared about.
"I'm just excellent, Dad. You'll get used to it eventually though."
-★-
"I'll get used to your excellence? Hmph!" Cheiron patted Jason on the shoulder though, in truth, it was partly for support as he held on a bit tighter, his legs still wobbling a bit. "I am glad you know your worth, boy."
"I'm still not sure Khaos has the first idea what she's messing with, though, or Cronus or Gaia. This place is quite mad enough without us being here." He pointed. "That man there has been standing for as long as I've been here, saying that the end is nigh. Utterly barking. The end isn't nigh. It's nowhere near nigh."
-★-
"You should already be used to my excellence," he pointed out. Jason started walking slowly towards the complex, making sure Cheiron could keep pace with him. "Oh! I got you a salad, by the way."
That brought a snort. "The gods were never the all knowing creatures of glory they claimed to be. But yeah, there are crazy people all over this city. They believe in a religion with one god who loves them all yet demands they hate others different from themselves. Or maybe that's just the priests that do, I haven't really paid attention."
-★-
"You would think that I would be, it's true," said Cheiron quite agreeably. "Oh, salad! Wonderful. I'm hungry. That's with leaves and stuff, isn't it? And I wouldn't be stealing food from horses which, apparently, gets you funny looks."
Cheiron, of course, had missed 90% of the funny looks he was getting today. "So what do you do with yourself while you're here? I hope you're keeping busy. I'm glad to see the girlonaut is still about to keeping you in line."
-★-
"Yes, well actually, leaves from lettuce, not like tree leaves. And vegetables, though you can get it with fruit. Or both. Some poeple have meat in their's but I didn't get you one of those." He grinned. "Don't eat the horses's food, please. You might get arrested for being insane if you do that again."
Jason, on the other hand, had noticed them, but he wasn't going to mention them for now. "I own and run two hotels. And yeah, Ata is here. She would kick my butt if I did anything too stupid."
-★-
"Arrested for insanity?" Cheiron looked appalled. "That makes no sense whatsoever." Baffled by this strange world and it's strange laws, Cheiron walked along in silence for a while, noting to himself how few people smiled while they walked. This was incontrovertible proof that walking on two feet was hard.
"I'm glad there's been someone to make sure you don't do anything foolish, Jason, though you were not the most rash of my pupils. Tell me. Who else is here of my acquaintance?"
-★-
"Yeah, well they don't like the crazy people walking around up here." Jason glared at anyone that came too close. He wasn't worried they would actually do anything, but still. It never hurt to protect his family.
"I don't remember everyone you taught," Jason said sheepishly. After all, they weren't as important as him. "Patrcolus is here, though. Some of crew besides Atalanta is here too. I don't think anyone is, though."
-★-
"Hmph. Crazy is just another word for different. Well. Except when it comes to my father and dear half-siblings. They are all nuts, to the last man."
Cheiron waited at the pedestrian crossing because that's what Jason was doing. He approved of being guided by lights, of course, even if they were strange colours like red. "Ah, Patroclus. Absolutely under Achilles' thumb but not without talent."
-★-
"And of course you are the only sane one in that family."
Jason started to walk once the light changed, though he did stop when a cab started to turn into their walk way. Smacking it and yelling at them helped his temper. Once he calmed down again-and got them across the road, Jason said, "I read a little bit about that. He and I haven't spoken much, but he seems like a good guy."
-★-
"Well, that much is true. And also, relative."
Cheiron blinked at Jason's little display of road-rage but decided that he had raised his boy well enough not to be too stupid, even when dealing with strange, yellow, metal not-monsters. "No, he's good, you're right."
A little plaintively, after another block, he asked, "Is it much further?"
-★-
Considering it was the driver not the cab that he should be afraid of, Jason wasn't too worried about what the not-monster would do to him. "That's good to know."
Jason stopped walking, worry almost overtaking him. He should have gone slower! Still, he pointed towards the building halfway down the next bock. "That's it right there. Which apartment is yours, though? Or do you want to come up to mine to eat?"
-★-
Cheiron was relieved to see how close it was and he quickened his step with renewed purpose. "I rather suspect I'm going to have to work on these leg muscles if I am expecting these legs to convey me anywhere."
Hearing Jason's offer, for the first time in a lifetime, perhaps Cheiron displayed some vulnerability. "If it wouldn't be intruding, it would be rather nice to spend a little longer with you. My apartment is 2d? Not quite as high up I should like but I'm sure I will get it how I like it soon enough."
-★-
"Yeah, you're going to have to do all those exercises you made me do." Oh revenge would be sweet. Sweet and probably not followed through on since Jason would do anything Cheiron told him to do.
He nodded eagerly. "Come up, please. I'm way above you on floor 11. It's got a great view. And you can come up and stay as much as you want. You know that, Daddy."
-★-
"I should have known that my sins would be revisited on me. Just don't send me anywhere with a blindfold on because I can promise you that I am unlikely to find my way back. All these streets look the exact same."
Cheiron paused then, just so he could clap Jason on the shoulder. "Thank you, son. I'm glad you're here."
-★-
"How do you think I felt about the trees?!" He cried out. "Seriously, though, what's your job here? You can't teach future heroes the tricks of the trade here."
His smile was blindingly bright. "I'm glad you're here too."
-★-
"Oh, apparently I am still a teacher and I will even teach the same thing but under the guise of 'Classics'. I suspect I will just stand up in front of these dear little impressionable kidlets and tell them about the family. My name makes little sense to me. My father informs me that the name 'Sage Cornelius Witt' is no laughing matter but, frankly, it seems rather ridiculous."
He nodded, in acknowledgement of Jason's obvious happiness. He could not complain, really. He was alive again and he had his son restored to him. Who knew who else was to follow? Not that it mattered, of course. Jason had always been a handful all on his own!
-★-
"That name is...yes. Ridiculous." Jason didn't bother trying to hide his laughter at it. It was just so so pompous, there was nothing else he could do. "It's good that you're still teaching, you do it so well."
He was sure to cause all sorts of issues for Cheiron, unintentional and intentional. It was just how he rolled.
-★-
"Flattery, my boy, will get you nowhere. Though you are right. I am an excellent teacher. We'll just see whether all this stale air has rotted these children's brains. Hmph!"
Cheiron, of course, was prepared for any excitement Jason brought his way; it might be like old times, in this new city, and that was no bad thing.