𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯; Loralai Fotia, an undetermined demigod with a cursed mother learns to tolerate Percy Jackson.
fotia, Φωτιά - fire
ⓒ eustelia, rick riordan
percy jackson x female oc
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IT'S FUNNY HOW humans can wrap their mind around things and fit them into their version of reality. Chiron had told Percy that long ago. He didn't appreciate his wisdom until much later.
According to L.A. news, the explosion at the Santa Monica beach had been caused when a crazy kidnapper fired a shotgun at a police car. He accidentally hit a gas main that had ruptured during the earthquake.
This crazy kidnapper (a.k.a Ares) was the same man who abducted Percy and three other adolescents in New York and brought them across the country on a ten-day odyssey of terror.
Poor little Percy Jackson wasn't a national criminal, after all. He'd caused a commotion on that Greyhound bus in New Jersey trying to get away from his captor (and afterwards, witnesses would even swear they had seen the leather-clad man on this bus– "Why didn't I remember him before?")
The crazy man had caused the explosion in the St Louis Arch. After all, no kids could've done that. A concerned waitress in Denver had seen the man threatening his abductees outside her diner, gotten a friend to take a photo and notified the police.
Finally, brave Percy Jackson (Loralai was starting to like this kid) had stolen a gun from his captor in Los Angeles and battled him shotgun-to-rifle on the beach. Police had arrived just in time. But in the spectacular explosion, five police cars had been destroyed and the captor had fled. No fatalities had occurred.
Percy Jackson and his three friends (Loralai didn't like the friends part, they were co-workers at the most, but it helped their case) were safely in police custody.
The reporters fed them the whole story. They just nodded and acted tearful and exhausted (which wasn't that hard), and played victimized kids for the cameras.
"All I want," Percy said, choking back tears, "is to see my loving stepfather again. Every time I saw him on TV, calling me a delinquent punk, I knew... somehow... we would be okay. And I know he'll want to reward each and every person in this beautiful city of Los Angeles with a free major appliance from his store. Here's the phone number."
The police and reporters were so moved that they passed around a hat and raised money for three tickets on the next plane to New York.
Loralai knew there was no choice but to fly. She hoped Zeus would cut them some slack, considering the circumstances.
It was still hard for them to get on the flight. Loralai had to drag Percy by his shirt through the gate because he was taking too long. When onlookers looked concerned she just called out tearfully, "Trauma." The other passengers nodded sympathetically, recognizing him from the media.
Takeoff was a nightmare. Every spot of turbulence was scarier than a Greek monster. Percy didn't unclench his hands from the armrests until they touched down safely at LaGuardia.
The local press was waiting for them outside security, but they managed to evade them thanks to Annabeth, who lured them away in her invisible Yankees cap, shouting, "They're over by the frozen yogurt! Come on!", then rejoined them at baggage claim.
