Indigo Eyes

Percy Jackson and the Sea of Monsters

"Perry Johnson!" Dionysus called as he approached the boy who was standing with Annabeth and Grover after their training competition this morning. A competition that Percy deliberately gave up winning so that he could help another camper who had been about to lose his leg. He was glad, at the very least, that Clarisse didn't win and, by extension, the Ares cabin. Each cabin had put up a single representative to reach the top of the overly difficult obstacle structure, and while Percy had gotten to the top first, the person to claim the laurels hadn't been Clarisse. She made it to the top after Percy jumped down to help Tereus, but another camper did as well.

Cressida Lynn had given Clarisse the fight of her life as they stood atop the structure, the laurels spinning above them and battled it out. Clarisse was not the daughter of the God of War for nothing, but Cressida had a hell of a lot more training experience than she did. And she put it to good use as she knocked Clarisse down and claimed the red laurel as her own, raising it up in the air as she declared herself champion. The Ares cabin booed, naturally, but everyone else was rather happy that they hadn't won yet another challenge.

Even though Clarisse had lost, she'd still given Percy shit about being a one-quest wonder, since everyone had apparently forgotten about him since he saved Olympus last summer. The novelty had worn off. Grover and Annabeth were trying to cheer him up but not really serving their purpose, and now, the last thing he needed was a conversation with Mr D.

"Percy Jackson," Percy corrected tiredly.

"Whatever. Look. I have a very important task to entrust you with."

"You do?"

"Yes. It's a critical assignment. And it's very taxing. Can I trust you?"

"Of course," Percy said as the god led him away from his friends.

"Good. You'll need this," Mr D said before he produced a silver spear, but then he pulled off the top, and it turned into a rake. "You know, sometimes these events can get a little...messy."

"Papa!" snapped a voice, and both men turned to see raging indigo eyes as the winner of the war games approached them. "We have cleaning harpies for a reason. You are not sticking Percy with clean-up duty."

"You are my Jewel, but I am also camp director, and I see it fit to direct Peter-"

"Percy."

"Whatever – to do so."

Fire simmered in her eyes, literally, as she beheld her father. "And I am your daughter. Meaning I take after you. And you know exactly what I'm going to do if you continue to mess with my boyfriend."

"Jewel –"

"No!" she cut off before her father sighed.

"Fine. Ruin all my fun," he said as he took back the rake from Percy.

"I'll let you win at pinochle tonight," she said by way of consolation. "Why don't you go and hassle Pollux since he seems to think that you've lost your touch as the self-proclaimed God of Pinochle?"

His eyes glimmered with mischief. "That sounds like a marvellous pastime. I think I will do so."

"Have fun," she said as she kissed his cheek, and her father walked off in search of his older sons.

"Thanks for the save," Percy said before she turned to him with a smile.

"Anytime," she returned before she greeted him with a kiss. "You know that you're too nice, right?"

"What?"

"Saving Tereus. Putting up with my father's schemes and my brother's threats. You never say no. You're too nice."