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Of Wine And War	By : KiriNoTenshi Category: M through R > Percy Jackson & the Olympians Views: 28996 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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I shoveled another spoonful of eggs into my mouth. They were surprisingly good, but I wasn’t going to tell Dionysus that. Every so often I would glance over at him and Seymour. He had found Mrs. O’Leary’s Snausages , which I had been meaning to give her when I went to camp but had forgotten to take with me, and he was feeding them to the leopard head.
“Where did you get that, anyway?”
“Him.”
“What?”
“Seymour is a him,” Dionysus said as he stuffed 3 more Snausages into the leopard.
“How can you tell?” I asked. “He doesn’t have any…umm… stuff”
Seymour growled at me, before Dionysus held a Snausage in front of his nose. Great now the cat hated me.
“He told me,” Dionysus said simply.
“Right,” I said slowly. “So, where did you get him, and why is he in my apartment?”
“I was at a garage sale up state, when you were attacked,” Dionysus shrugged like he was talking about the weather. “They had the nerve to be proud of themselves for killing such a magnificent creature. I haven’t been able to take him to camp yet so, for now, he’s here.”
I looked at Seymour with some sympathy as he chewed another handful of Snausagues . I wonder if I should tell Dionysus that those are not supposed to be a meal.
“What did you do to them?”
“Nothing they didn’t deserve.”
That was not a reassuring thought.
“Why not give him his body back?” I asked as I watch Seymour swallow his mouthful. “And where does the food go?”
“Are you finished with your breakfast?” He asked, completely ignoring my questions. I just nodded as he took my plate scraped the left over eggs into Seymour’s mouth. After he put the plate in the sink he came back and sat across from me, since the only other chair was propping up my sprained ankle.
“I think it would be best if you came back to camp,” Dionysus said slowly, almost cautiously.
“You can’t be serious,” I said flatly. Going back to camp seemed insane to me. It used to be so safe and fun. My home away from home. At one point in my life I would have died for Camp Half-Blood, but now it seemed so hostile. Sure I still had Grover, and even Annabeth was talking to me again, sort of, but my roommate still hated me, everyone acted like I was a freak, Balckjack wouldn’t talk to me, I’d been attacked by Ares, molested by Eris, and raped by the guy I just had breakfast with. My head was starting to hurt.
“I know that you’ve had some difficulty adjusting to our situation, we both have,” Dionysus said slowly as if expecting me to blow up at any second. “But you said yourself that we needed to get used to being around each other. As you know, I have to be at the camp so it makes sense that you would be there as well.”
“Couldn’t you just visit here every so often?”
“Are you planning on throwing a party every time I visit?”
“No.”
“Then no,” He said simply. “I’m the god of revelry; I can’t be seen showing up at places that aren’t in the midst of celebration. It’s a waste of energy and would draw a lot of unsavory attention to this spot.”
“Are you saying that you being here could attract monsters?” I asked.
“Coming and going as you suggested would, yes,” Dionysus said as if it was obvious. “And now that you’re bound to me, you’ll draw even more monsters to you then you did as a mere demigod.”
“So if I want to protect my mom and Paul I have to go back,” I said more to myself then to him. “Wait, if they were going to be in danger with me here, why didn’t you tell me that before you let me leave camp!”
“It’s not as if you would have let me stop you from leaving,” Dionysus countered. “While your family is here their smell can help to mask yours, but if I’m popping in and out of here regularly the monsters in the area are bond to get curious.”
We both fell silent. I wanted to find some way to stay here but I couldn’t put my mom in danger, and I did say that I wanted to give whatever was between Dionysus and me, a chance to be something we could both live with.
“Okay,” I finally said. “I’ll come back to camp, but can I stay in Poseidon’s cabin?” I saw him start to protest. “It’s just that, Pollux,” I said quickly. “He hates me. If I stay with him, he’ll smother me in my sleep or something.”
“He wouldn’t do that,” Dionysus said. He paused and seemed to think for a second. “It is not permissible for you to stay in your father’s cabin any more. The only other option for you is to stay in the big house.”
“With you?!” I tried to keep the alarm out of my voice but I didn’t do a great job.
“No,” He said defensively. “There are plenty of rooms in that house. You can even have your own bathroom.”
I sighed. There was no getting around it. I couldn’t stay here and put my mom in danger, and staying with Pollux was not something that I wanted to go through again. He had made it pretty clear that he still thought of it as his cabin and I was just an unwelcomed guest. But staying under the same roof as Dionysus? Sure, it was a big house, and I probably wouldn’t see him around camp any more often then I normally would have. Plus Rachel would be my house mate too, until school started that is, but that was two months away. Maybe things would be better by then
“Fine,” I huffed. “Just let me leave a note for my mom and then we’ll go.”
“You don’t have to leave just yet,” Dionysus said. “You still need to recover. Just have your mother drop you off in a week, which should give you enough time to tell your mother about our situation. And, when you do come to camp, bring Seymour with you.” And with a ‘pop’ he was gone.
“Wait! My mom and Paul won’t be back for another month! Dionysus!” I yelled out to my now empty apartment. “At least take Seymour with you!”
Seymour growled in agreement from his spot on the table. I leaned forward and began rubbing my temples. Now what was I supposed to do? And did he seriously think I was going to tell my mom?
I heard the scrape of a key in the lock echo through the silent apartment. I wrapped my fingers around riptide in my pocket as I heard the tumblers in the lock shift and the door swung open.
“Percy?” It was my mom’s voice. She sounded worried “Percy?! Are you here?”
“I’m in the kitchen,” I called back.
I heard my mom drop her bags as she ran through the apartment into the kitchen. As soon as she saw me she wrapped her arms around me and nearly pulled me from my chair. I heard her whisper ‘Oh Percy’ and ‘It’s ok. You’re ok’ as her arms tightened around me.
“Mom?” I asked hesitantly. “What are you doing here? You and Paul were supposed to be gone for a month. Why are you back so soon?”
My mom pulled back and I saw tears starting to form in her eyes as relief seemed to spread over her face.
“I was so worried about you,” She said as she took in every new bruise and scrape. “Ever since we left I kept having these awful dreams about you. That someone was trying to hurt you. I just couldn’t shake the feeling that you were in danger.” She closed her eyes and shook her head, like she was trying to shake the tears away. “I thought I was just being overprotective, but then Paul said he had had the same dreams. And then we got this note,” she reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled up piece of paper.
I unfolded the note and read it:
‘Dear Mr. & Mrs. Blowfish,
Percy needs you.
- D
P.S. You’re out of eggs’
“Percy, honey,” my mom said quietly, her voice shaking. “Please, tell me what’s going on.”
“Mom,” I swallowed in an attempt to clear my throat. “I have some things that I need to tell you. This summer has been really weird. Even for me, and that’s saying something.” I gave a hallow laugh. “I should start at the beginning, when I got to camp. You see-”
“Sally! Is he alright?” Paul’s voice came from the front room. I heard a few thuds as the rest of their luggage hit the floor as his footsteps hurried closer.
“Yeah, he’s fine,” my mom called back as Paul entered the kitchen. As soon as he saw me he rushed forward and gave me a hug. It lasted a few seconds before he pulled back to look me over like my mom had.
“Look at you,” his eye wide with concern. “What happened?”
“If you two want to take a seat,” I took a deep breath. “This could take a while.”
“Okay,” said my mom as she and Paul took their seats round the table. “But first, explain why there’s a leopard head on my table.”
Seymour let out a loud purr as my mother began to scratch behind his ear.
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