Secrets

Chapter 11: Water Problems You Say?

A/N: A few things, one, HUGE thanks to @JustAFandomLover for the amazing cover! 

Second, my uploads will likely take this long until the end of time and I am deeply sorry for that.

Third HOLY $#!+ 1.7K views?! That's insane! Thank you all for reading! 

Finally, I've been wanting to introduce the fact that I head canon Percy as bi, but my aro-ace ass has no idea how to accurately portray attraction. Help please?

Disclaimer: I don't own SPN or PJO, so that kind of sucks. For me, that is. For anyone who doesn't want to wait forever for updates its great!

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Percy POV

If Percy Jackson was going to be completely honest with herself, she felt kind of useless. She understood that not everyone could be the hero, save the day, but there was still a little voice that told her that she had to be that person. Maybe she just felt incredibly out of place, this entire ordeal felt like a family affair guest starring Percy as the annoying intruder. But that didn't mean that she could leave. No, Percy had to stay around until she had enough information on the yellow-eyed bastard that had destroyed the one good thing that she had left to get her revenge. In the meantime, Percy would help with the cases, do some good, and save some people. (By Olympus did this feel like old times.)

This was all without mentioning that she was still wondering how long it would be until they found out about her situation, namely, the part in which she wasn't entirely human. (She was half-way glad though, if they killed her, maybe the ache that she'd been carrying around for so long that that she couldn't remember what it felt like to not have it would be gone. Plus, she'd likely be in Elysium.) Of all the ways she wanted to go out, and she'd conceived several, being murdered by her friend and his brother ranked at about #352. (Just above being roasted alive, but just below being stabbed with a slow-acting poison.)

All of this considered, it was no wonder that Percy was relieved to be investigating a drowning. Water was her specialty, Percy's thing had always been fighting monsters, and, with Dean seeming to hate her less, things were looking up. (Or as up as they could be for a demigod in her situation.)

She was pulled out of her thoughts by Dean pulling up to a diner. "It's time to eat." As the group sat in the diner, Percy decided it was time to get an answer to one of her most burning questions. Namely, how hunters found their cases. With demigods, it was the Oracle, or the cases actively seeking them out. With the Hunters of Artemis, they had a goddess to tell them where to go. Something told her that this was different. So, she decided to ask. "In the last case, our dad had sent us coordinates. In this case, and most cases, we look for something odd." Dean threw a newspaper on the table. Percy didn't bother trying to read it. The font was tiny, and her dyslexia was screaming at the thought of trying to decipher what was said. (A/N: Is that how dyslexia works? If anyone here knows, please tell me. I want to be as accurate as possible. (No one else probably cares, but when there are blatant inaccuracies, I find it hard to enjoy a story.))

Percy nodded. "And what's so weird about a few drownings?"

"Well, the bodies go missing. Not even a radar sweep can find them. Not mention, the most recent one was an expert swimmer. Of course, you'd know that if you actually read the article."

Percy looked at him, "I'm not going to take thirty minutes to try and read an obituary, especially when you can tell me what's happening."

"I highly doubt that you'd take thirty minutes to read an article."

"I have dyslexia. Something that I'm positive that I've mentioned before."

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