Fic: And This Happens to Me? (Percy Jackson)
Title: And This Happens to Me?
Author: heyjessiex
Rating: R, for language
Characters/Pairings: Luke/Percy
Summary: Movieverse. Luke survives the fall.
Word Count: 1,207
As a general rule, Percy tends to avoid where he fought Luke.
It's only because of the memories. He's sure Luke is dead. And guess what, Percy's water-trident thing threw him into the water. So technically Percy killed him.
He doesn't like to think about it, so he basically just concentrates as best he can on daily life and steers clear of the Empire State building like the plague, and everything's all right.
When the phone rings, Percy doesn't think much of it. Since Sally had "kicked Gabe out," to put it, she'd been trying to find a good job. Percy had one, but it wasn't his fault a hellhound had come and spontaneously attacked him.
"Percy?" his mom says, knocking on the door of his bedroom. "It's for you."
Percy gets up from his computer and opens the door. "Me?" he asks, somewhat blankly. He'd forgotten to give Annabeth his phone number at the end of summer and there's no one else that would contact him.
He takes the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi." The deep voice on the other end of the phone is recognizable, but Percy doesn't want to admit it. There's a bit of a pause, then the now slightly exasperated voice says, "It's Luke."
That's what Percy was afraid of. Luke, alive. He's also not fond of Luke dead, either. Lying in a coma in an unknown hospital would be preferable.
"Are you there?" Luke asks.
"Yeah," Percy manages. "So ... you're alive."
"No thanks to you," Luke says. "That hurt, man. You ever want to be thrown into a deep body of water by a trident?"
The silence on Percy's end of the line is enough.
There's a crackle of static that probably means a sigh. "Okay. Anyways, I'm sure you're wondering how I got your phone number."
"Yeah, about that ... I'd like to know." Oh, gods, why is his voice shaking, he's Percy Jackson, he just saved the world from WWIII, he shouldn't be scared of a guy two years older than him --
"Looked it up in the directory," says Luke. "I assumed you lived in New York. A lot of demigods live there, compared to other cities."
"That makes sense," Percy says. "Okay, I appreciate you're not trying to kill me or anything, but why are you calling?"
"Ah," Luke says. "About that ... meet me near the entrance of the Empire State in half an hour. I want to--"
"--try to kill me again." Percy rolls his eyes. "You are so dense, Luke. I'm obviously not going to come, because after the last time we met--"
"--we both tried to kill each other," states Luke. "Look, if I try to kill you, I promise you can try to kill me. Come on, man, trust me."
"You are so ... okay, fine."
"See you."
Click.
"Who was that?" his mom asks.
"Oh, no one," Percy says, setting the phone down on a cabinet. "Just the guy who almost killed me last year."
. . . . .
Luke's there, of course. Waiting. He's wearing a pale blue button-down shirt, khaki slacks and loafers, and he looks about five years older than the twenty he is. There's a scar down the side of his face from when they fought. His eyes are cold blue and his hair is mostly smoothed back, other than one clump which sticks up.
"Luke," Percy says coldly, coming up to him. "So, what was so important that I had to see you in person?"
"You don't have to act so hostile," Luke says.
"What's with the fancy words?" Percy demands. "And the outfit. I'd like to know, if that's all right with you."
Luke shrugs nonchalantly. "I'm not the same fucked up person I used to be."
Percy nods in mock approval. "So you're not trying to bring down the gods? Impressive, Luke, impressive."
The older boy sighs. He says, "I didn't say anything about that," and starts weaving through the crowd. It's like Luke has acquired some kind of smoothness since he nearly got killed, and Percy wants to know what the hell he means, so of course he starts following after Luke.
They pass a few streets before Luke turns into a deserted back alley. "So, what's up?"
Percy snorts. "You can't have told me to meet you just to ask me what's up, yeah?"
"Yeah, you're right," Luke says. "Gotta tell you something really important."
"Okay," Percy says. "Go on."
Luke starts pacing the alley. "One, if things go as planned, next summer is gonna be hell for Camp Half-Blood," he says. "Can't tell you why, or I'll burn up--"
"--and we'd all be glad to see that happen," Percy mutters loudly.
Luke stops and gives him a wry smile. "I see you still don't trust me."
"Yeah, you think, you ungrateful son of a -- "
He cuts Percy off and continues his pacing as if the son of Poseidon hadn't cut in. "So, be prepared. Warn Annabeth too," he adds as an afterthought.
"Is that it?" Percy asks. "Well, you could have told me that over the fucking phone."
The son of Hermes looks slightly miffed. "Please stop making snarky comments for two seconds," he says. "It's amusing but I'm honestly trying to warn you about something."
"Honest, I'm not sure I believe," Percy says. "Sorry, Mr. Fancy Pants. Snarky comments? Okay, go on."
"Two," Luke says, looking at Percy, "I think I'm in love with you."
Percy can't help it. His mouth drops open and hangs for a couple seconds until he remembers to shut it. "O-kaaay," he says with as little emotion in his voice as he can. Despite the fact that he's as scared as shit, he succeeds. "That's a little fucked, Luke, if you know what I mean. I know you're the son of Hermes, but ... what the fuck kind of sick joke are you playing on me?"
"Oh, I ain't playing any joke," Luke says.
Percy should've known in the first place that leaning against the wall was a bad idea, but it becomes worse when Luke presses him against the solid brick. "So, I'm gonna make up trying to kill you," he says, "and we'll be even."
That's when Luke kisses Percy.
He is shocked, he is so fucking shocked that the only coherent thing he can say when Luke pulls away is, "What the fuck." Actually, he's pretty sure that would be the same reaction for just about everone who's been kissed by their worst enemy (who also happens to be the same sex, by the way).
The grin on Luke's face is almost sinister. "Then again," he says, "I may be exactly the same fucked up person that I was before."
He leans in again, kissing Percy hard, until something clicks and he kisses back, and after a bit Luke breaks away. "See ya, Perce," he says. He lets Percy go, who immediately jumps into the middle of the alley, cursing.
By the time Percy regains his composure, he's alone. Somehow he can't make sense of what's happened, but he's found out one thing: he really doesn't mind being kissed by a certain son of Hermes.
Author: heyjessiex
Rating: R, for language
Characters/Pairings: Luke/Percy
Summary: Movieverse. Luke survives the fall.
Word Count: 1,207
As a general rule, Percy tends to avoid where he fought Luke.
It's only because of the memories. He's sure Luke is dead. And guess what, Percy's water-trident thing threw him into the water. So technically Percy killed him.
He doesn't like to think about it, so he basically just concentrates as best he can on daily life and steers clear of the Empire State building like the plague, and everything's all right.
When the phone rings, Percy doesn't think much of it. Since Sally had "kicked Gabe out," to put it, she'd been trying to find a good job. Percy had one, but it wasn't his fault a hellhound had come and spontaneously attacked him.
"Percy?" his mom says, knocking on the door of his bedroom. "It's for you."
Percy gets up from his computer and opens the door. "Me?" he asks, somewhat blankly. He'd forgotten to give Annabeth his phone number at the end of summer and there's no one else that would contact him.
He takes the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi." The deep voice on the other end of the phone is recognizable, but Percy doesn't want to admit it. There's a bit of a pause, then the now slightly exasperated voice says, "It's Luke."
That's what Percy was afraid of. Luke, alive. He's also not fond of Luke dead, either. Lying in a coma in an unknown hospital would be preferable.
"Are you there?" Luke asks.
"Yeah," Percy manages. "So ... you're alive."
"No thanks to you," Luke says. "That hurt, man. You ever want to be thrown into a deep body of water by a trident?"
The silence on Percy's end of the line is enough.
There's a crackle of static that probably means a sigh. "Okay. Anyways, I'm sure you're wondering how I got your phone number."
"Yeah, about that ... I'd like to know." Oh, gods, why is his voice shaking, he's Percy Jackson, he just saved the world from WWIII, he shouldn't be scared of a guy two years older than him --
"Looked it up in the directory," says Luke. "I assumed you lived in New York. A lot of demigods live there, compared to other cities."
"That makes sense," Percy says. "Okay, I appreciate you're not trying to kill me or anything, but why are you calling?"
"Ah," Luke says. "About that ... meet me near the entrance of the Empire State in half an hour. I want to--"
"--try to kill me again." Percy rolls his eyes. "You are so dense, Luke. I'm obviously not going to come, because after the last time we met--"
"--we both tried to kill each other," states Luke. "Look, if I try to kill you, I promise you can try to kill me. Come on, man, trust me."
"You are so ... okay, fine."
"See you."
Click.
"Who was that?" his mom asks.
"Oh, no one," Percy says, setting the phone down on a cabinet. "Just the guy who almost killed me last year."
. . . . .
Luke's there, of course. Waiting. He's wearing a pale blue button-down shirt, khaki slacks and loafers, and he looks about five years older than the twenty he is. There's a scar down the side of his face from when they fought. His eyes are cold blue and his hair is mostly smoothed back, other than one clump which sticks up.
"Luke," Percy says coldly, coming up to him. "So, what was so important that I had to see you in person?"
"You don't have to act so hostile," Luke says.
"What's with the fancy words?" Percy demands. "And the outfit. I'd like to know, if that's all right with you."
Luke shrugs nonchalantly. "I'm not the same fucked up person I used to be."
Percy nods in mock approval. "So you're not trying to bring down the gods? Impressive, Luke, impressive."
The older boy sighs. He says, "I didn't say anything about that," and starts weaving through the crowd. It's like Luke has acquired some kind of smoothness since he nearly got killed, and Percy wants to know what the hell he means, so of course he starts following after Luke.
They pass a few streets before Luke turns into a deserted back alley. "So, what's up?"
Percy snorts. "You can't have told me to meet you just to ask me what's up, yeah?"
"Yeah, you're right," Luke says. "Gotta tell you something really important."
"Okay," Percy says. "Go on."
Luke starts pacing the alley. "One, if things go as planned, next summer is gonna be hell for Camp Half-Blood," he says. "Can't tell you why, or I'll burn up--"
"--and we'd all be glad to see that happen," Percy mutters loudly.
Luke stops and gives him a wry smile. "I see you still don't trust me."
"Yeah, you think, you ungrateful son of a -- "
He cuts Percy off and continues his pacing as if the son of Poseidon hadn't cut in. "So, be prepared. Warn Annabeth too," he adds as an afterthought.
"Is that it?" Percy asks. "Well, you could have told me that over the fucking phone."
The son of Hermes looks slightly miffed. "Please stop making snarky comments for two seconds," he says. "It's amusing but I'm honestly trying to warn you about something."
"Honest, I'm not sure I believe," Percy says. "Sorry, Mr. Fancy Pants. Snarky comments? Okay, go on."
"Two," Luke says, looking at Percy, "I think I'm in love with you."
Percy can't help it. His mouth drops open and hangs for a couple seconds until he remembers to shut it. "O-kaaay," he says with as little emotion in his voice as he can. Despite the fact that he's as scared as shit, he succeeds. "That's a little fucked, Luke, if you know what I mean. I know you're the son of Hermes, but ... what the fuck kind of sick joke are you playing on me?"
"Oh, I ain't playing any joke," Luke says.
Percy should've known in the first place that leaning against the wall was a bad idea, but it becomes worse when Luke presses him against the solid brick. "So, I'm gonna make up trying to kill you," he says, "and we'll be even."
That's when Luke kisses Percy.
He is shocked, he is so fucking shocked that the only coherent thing he can say when Luke pulls away is, "What the fuck." Actually, he's pretty sure that would be the same reaction for just about everone who's been kissed by their worst enemy (who also happens to be the same sex, by the way).
The grin on Luke's face is almost sinister. "Then again," he says, "I may be exactly the same fucked up person that I was before."
He leans in again, kissing Percy hard, until something clicks and he kisses back, and after a bit Luke breaks away. "See ya, Perce," he says. He lets Percy go, who immediately jumps into the middle of the alley, cursing.
By the time Percy regains his composure, he's alone. Somehow he can't make sense of what's happened, but he's found out one thing: he really doesn't mind being kissed by a certain son of Hermes.