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This is a fanfiction of the TV series Teen Wolf and book series Percy Jackson. I don't own them. All rights to Rick Riordan and Jeff Davis.

He laid there, still, not moving like a dead person but we knew he was alive, the rise and fall of his chest the only sign of life. It was something so small yet so significant that gave me hope because not even the doctor's words reassured me, how could they, when my father's or Scott's failed.

Spending nearly the whole Sunday besides his bed, waiting for him to wake up as the doctors said he would in the next few hours if everything went well with the surgery.

As soon as Percy arrived they immediately took him to surgery to get the bullet out, a difficult process due to the fact that the bullet was near the heart, just a centimetre away, they had to be precise and cautious but under three hours they accomplished it and Percy was out of danger, for the moment.

The hours flew by and still nothing, I was starting to get anxious, afraid, and insecure about my cousin's life. I met him two weeks ago and already he was on the hospital. It was all my fault. Two weeks and he got shot, two weeks and already they tried to kill him. All because of me. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't even heard dad enter, he stood there watching me with a concerned face, watching me as if I was the one who was nearly dead. He then approached Percy, gripping Percy's arm he removed his matted hair from his forehead. Sweat covered Percy's forehead like a second layer of skin, his eyes moving like crazy under his eyelids. A good sign, the doctors told us, it meant he was dreaming and his brain activity was alright.

It's been nearly twenty-four hours since they got him here, twenty-four hours of trepidation, twenty-four hours of nurses coming and going.

In that moment with Percy on the bed, unmoving, I recalled what he said to me, 'You're my family and I protect my family'.
I should have told you everything from the beginning, I should have warned you. Then you wouldn't be in bed, nearly dead. You would have called me crazy and a psycho, you would have gone back to your family, your normal family, where you would be safe, unharmed and happy. Maybe then I wouldn't feel so guilty.

Dad, shook me out of my brooding with a concerned look, watching my face as he asked something to Melissa. I didn't even know she was there.

"Come on Stiles, you should rest. Percy is fine, nothing's going to happen to him" he told me but I didn't respond, I couldn't react, I couldn't act, all I could see was the bandages around Percy chest. The blood that soaked through the layers of cotton. All I could hear were the beeps that told me he was alive. The quiet and slow breathing of Percy's.

Seeing the state I was in, dad simply grabbed me and dragged me from the hospital with Melissa following behind.

In no time I found myself on my room, sitting on my bed as I stared at my board. The victims of the dead pool, the victims of whoever planned this, the victims of a heartless person. How someone could just play God and decide who lived and who died, how someone could just kill them without remorse. It was beyond me.

I don't know how much time passed but again someone stood before me, Scott, my best friend, he was talking to me, but nothing reached me. He got down and looked me in the eyes as his lips moved forming words I didn't understand but then red eyes flashed before me bringing me back from wherever I was.

"Scott..." I said looking at him, his face crinkled with worry, those once smiling eyes now gone.

"Stiles, you've got to pull yourself together" he said sighing as he stood up and went to my board, watching it, examining it as he followed the red tape with his hand. "I met The Hand". Surprised I just stared at him not knowing what to say, but he just continued "We don't have to worry anymore, he will help us". Even that piece of news couldn't bring words out of my mouth. Weird and rare it was to find me quiet, silenced. Stiles Stilinski, who talked nonstop, who had ADHD just staring at him in complete and utter silence.

Without realizing it I found myself again in another place on a night filled sky. I don't know how I got here, or what time it was, I didn't know anything. I was lost, disoriented. I looked around me, trees surrounding me, a cliff just a few steps away and Beacon Hills in all her glory beneath me. I backed away from the cliff, from the fall but something stopped me. I couldn't move my body, I thought of the movements but my body ignored me as if it wasn't mine anymore.

The body carried me towards the edge of the cliff, I tried to stop again and again but nothing. It was then that I heard footsteps coming near me, I couldn't turn my head, I couldn't see who it was. Fear gripped me as someone stood beside me.

"Stiles Stilinski. Finally we meet" a deep, rich voice sounded beside me. It was a male, the powerful voice belonged to a man, who it was, I don't know. I wanted to talk, to speak but even my lips wouldn't respond.

"A human between beasts, a man among monsters" the man spoke as something glowed near me. The man got closer, standing a breath away from me, I could feel his breathing in my ear as he whispered words I didn't understand. His hand brushed against my neck. Shivers ran down my spine.

"Who are you Stiles Stilinski? What are you Stiles Stilinski?" He said as something sharp draw shapes in my back. "Are you really human or something entirely different? There's something inside you, I can feel it" he continued as my body turned around on its own accord bringing me face to face with the man. The same bright glowing green eyes Scott described, the same glowing silver sword he described pointing at me. The sharpness bringing blood red lines around my heart as he stared deep into my soul.

"Loyal, courageous, caring, and protective. The same virtues your cousin shares with you. Your dying cousin. A remarkable man." He spoke as he gradually push me back "Three things cannot be long hidden"

"The sun, the moon, the truth" I whispered to myself as the man nodded satisfied with me, even proud while he continuously push me back. Rocks and dirt could be heard falling by the edge as I neared. The man stopped pushing me as he observed the town. "Beautiful, magnificent" I turned my head to watch the town. My eyes widened as I suddenly regained my body, instantly I felt a foot connect with my chest as the man pushed me over the edge. I flailed my arms as I fell and fell. I stared towards the man as he watched me plummet to my death. My vision darkened. Closing my eyes I waited for it to end.

Without warning, I felt hands gripping my shoulders and shaking me. "Stiles, Stiles" the voice calls to me "wake up, come on"

Blinking my eyes open, I look around me finding my room with me on the bed and my father sitting on the edge as I sit up.
A dream, just a dream

Four o'clock in the morning, the halls are silent. The only sound, that of the nurse making rounds. Inside a room, Percy laid with eyes closed unaware of everything, sleeping, dreaming.

A gentle breeze blew inside through the now open window giving the room a slight sea aroma which became more powerful as a figure started to appear out of nowhere in the chair besides Percy's bed. A man in his forties, bright glowing sea-green eyes, sailor's black beard, holding a giant trident. He watched Percy intensely, his eyes roaming through his body stopping where bandages wrapped around the chest. As if by magic, the bandages disappeared under the scrutiny of the man, uncovering the wound underneath it.

Still, the wound appeared red, even after the surgery. It was normal, nobody expected it to heal fast. Percy wasn't a werewolf with faster healing, he was after all only a demigod. Demigods did not heal fast, it wasn't a trait of theirs.

The man seeing that the gunshot injury would not heal fast enough, constraining Percy's movement and incapacitating him of further action that would disable him of protecting his cousin, decided to take action. Making a slight movement with his hand he willed for a small trident shaped water figure to appear above the wound pointing downwards. As he let the trident drop, it crashed towards the wound reopening it. Blood started to pour out of the wound, Percy's breathing sped up as the machine that monitored him started beeping rapidly.

At the same time a loud voice sounded in the halls, "Code Blue, room 205, Code Blue". Footsteps could be heard on the hall as staff members made their way as fast as possible to the room.

Melissa made her way immediately towards Percy's side and checked his vitals as a defibrillator unit prepared to assist.

After a few minutes, Melissa step aside staring at Percy as the unit retreated "Someone call the Sheriff, now!" She shouted to some nurses as a slight breeze rattled the curtains of the window making her close the window.

Leaning against the window she shot Percy a last glance before closing her eyes, sighing.

The Sheriff ran into the hospital and quickly made his way through the halls with Stiles and Scott running behind nearly crashing with everyone on the halls. As they arrived they stopped as they watched Melissa disconnect Percy from the monitor and cover his body to the shoulders.

She turned around and beckoned them in as she made her way towards the door. After they surrounded Percy she quickly locked the door and closed the curtains as they watched Percy who wasn't moving with eyes closed, without the heart monitor. All signs that told them he was dead.

Stiles reached a trembling hand towards Percy's hand grabbing it. After a few seconds he looked towards Melissa with a confused face as he turned Percy's hand and checked for a pulse then looked at Percy's moving eyelids.

"God, I thought he died" he said still trembling as he looked to Melissa with questioning eyes.

"No, he's not dead. We received a code blue after Percy's monitor started beeping uncontrollably signalling sudden cardiac arrest. When I arrived I found this" she said removing the blanket from Percy's chest, shocking everyone present with what they saw or more precisely with what they didn't see. There was no bloodied bandages, no injury, and no scar, nothing that indicated he was recently shot. A single thought ran through everyone's mind.

"Are you sure he isn't one of you?" the Sheriff asked to Scott who frowned and slowly shook his head while he stared at Percy.

Scott knew he wasn't a werewolf but now he wasn't entirely sure, he didn't know what to think as he stared at Percy. He could be a werewolf for all he knew but as the last time he met him, something told him he was different from them. Remembering how Percy stared at him in the cafeteria gave him a shiver.

"Well whatever he is, how am I going to explain this?" She said once again covering Percy's chest. How was she supposed to explain that a patient, once in critical condition with a gunshot injury, was mysteriously and miraculously healed in a day? There was bound to be questions and they didn't need that right now. "We can't just say he is alright and discharge him. He was shot near the heart for God's sake! He can't be up and about like nothing when an injury like that should ground him for a weak or two"

After some time thinking the sheriff came up with an idea. "We'll come up with something if he wakes up meanwhile why don't you put bandages around him and add a little bit of blood? That should cover it for the meantime" Nodding Melissa got out of the room to grab what was necessary.

The next morning Scott was in bed thinking about what his father told him last night before he got a call from Stiles. He knew that killing was wrong but somewhat understood now that sometimes there's no other way when someone is in danger.

After making sure Stiles went to bed last night, I went to the Sheriff department to wait for my dad, we were supposed to have dinner together so I waited for him while he finished some things. Tapping into my werewolf hearing I heard my dad record himself saying that after hearing The Chemist threat against Stiles while he pointed a gun to his head, he had no other choice than to shot him, killing him in the act and saving my best friends life.

After that, he got out and questioned me if I understood that he had to do it. At that point I didn't know what to say, so I just asked him if he ever did it before and that's when I learned that my dad's previous alcoholism was a way for him to deal with taking someone's life.

Ever since my encounter with Lord Cyril aka The Council's Hand where he told me that letting him go could mean my friends deaths, I asked myself what I would do if there was no other choice. Would I be able to take someone's life? That question has been going around my head for some time now. Sometimes I would spend hours at night without sleeping thinking about that. Would I trade the life of a killer just to save my love ones? Was it justified? I hope I don't ever have to choose.

I was distracted by someone knocking in my door that slowly opened with Stiles.

"Hey" he greeted quietly while he went to sit on the floor against my bed. I didn't say anything and a silence enveloped the room, we were both deep in thought, Stiles probably thinking about his cousin.

"Are you sure about it?" He questioned me clearly referring to the plan I came up with. A plan to expose the Benefactor. A risky plan. A dangerous plan. A plan that involved my death but it was an opportunity to reveal who he was.

We needed to know who the Benefactor was, a lot of people were dying because of him, and we couldn't stop every contract killer out there, it was an impossible task to do with only the few of us. We needed to stop the assassinations from the root. The Benefactor was the one who ordered and paid for the dead pool, so we needed to stop him.

I was the number one on that list, I was worth twenty-five million to him, so if I died it was bound to attract some attention, hopefully that of the Benefactor.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Let's go meet the others" I said helping Stiles up.

Hours later, reaching midnight, Liam found himself strolling through the hospital, he was nervous, of course he was nervous, and who wouldn't? It was the first time he got involved in something like this while the rest or at least Stiles and Scott acted like this was an everyday thing, something they did as a hobby, something so normal they weren't even fazed about it. At least that thought made him a little bit less nervous, just a little but then Stiles had to tell them 'It's incredibly dangerous. And borderline idiotic.'That certainly reassured him. Of course he wasn't the only one with doubts or uneasy about the plan, Kira too was concerned especially about Scott's health.

The plan required faking Scott's death by actually putting him in a state similar of a coma, his heartbeat would be slowed down to a point where if he were a human he would surely be dead, where even if he was a werewolf he would be dead, the only thing keeping him alive would be his Alpha powers. Worst of all, they couldn't maintain him in that state for long, they only had forty-five minutes to find the Benefactor before they had to bring him back or lose him forever. So of course they had to involve Scott's mother, Argent and Kira's mother.

Melissa and Noshiko where on a car near the main entrance to the hospital on the lookout for possible suspects, watching for anyone with questionable behaviour. Melissa was, as was understandable, the most hesitant, doubtful, insecure and apprehensive of all. Scott was her son, and seeing him on the morgue looking like a dead person was really upsetting, and even though she knew he was still alive, that didn't reassured her much. Scott was always in some sort on dangerous situation whether she knew it or not, so she always worried that someday something tragic would happen and she wouldn't be able to help. He was only a teenager, he only had 17 years of life, still too young to be in life or death situations, still too young to be growing so much in so little. Nowadays he acted like an adult would, he didn't act his age. It was something disconcerting. Of course all mothers would want their kids to mature but not at this rate, not if they had to give up their teenage experiences.

But as Noshiko said, if we didn't let them fight and take care of themselves, they would have to be hiding forever and that wasn't acceptable. So this was the better of the two options they had. Fight for a life, fight for something worth living for, fight for their love ones, fight for a chance of survival.

Meanwhile Stiles was looking for an empty room where they could watch the hacked security cameras from without being disturbed as Chris stood guard near Scott's body looking for the Benefactor like the others.

Stiles didn't like the plan at all, it was really stupid and they put Scott in danger. He had enough with Percy being in the hospital and now his best friend decided to pretend being dead, why not? It's funny making Stiles suffer he thought.

The thing was, they didn't even know who would they attract here and Percy being there wasn't reassuring, they could put him in danger once again.

After finding a room where to set the equipment he quickly went to Percy's room to check on him, according to Melissa he could wake up any moment now as everything was healed. Finding the door slightly open, he carefully crept towards the room and made his way inside to find Liam besides Percy's bed, watching him with a frown.

Reaching a hand to his right shoulder he said "Liam? What are you doing here?"

"I saw him through the window. I didn't know he was here. What happened to him?" He asked turning to Stiles with a visibly upset face.

"He got shot" Stiles said slowly which clearly upset Liam more. Quickly Stiles added "He's fine right now, don't worry. He should wake up soon" to try and reassure Liam although he didn't understand why it affected him so much.

"Come on. We should go"

They made their way towards the other room without noticing the small movement of Percy's fingers.

"Perseus..." I heard someone call me.

"Perseus..." the voice echoed through this expense of blackness, coming from all sides reaching out to me. I tried to see who was calling to me, but I couldn't see nothing except total darkness.

"Rise, Perseus" it called again in the vast emptiness.

Just moments ago I was on the beach enjoying myself, relaxing as I laid on the sand dunes without a care in the world watching my friends splash each other in the water, watching them play on the sparkling blue sea as Apollo shined on us with a smile while a small breeze of sea air hit us on the face, refreshing us with pure air. That quickly vanished as soon as I heard the voice calling to me.

"Rise from your slumber, Perseus" Slumber. Slumber. I'm dreaming.

"You are needed, Perseus. Rise, your duty awaits"

I started running in all directions, I tried making myself wake up, I tried but nothing I did helped. There was no light in this darkness, there was no door out of Morpheus realm, there was nothing.

"Help me! Stupid voice!" I yelled frustrated to whoever called me.

"Rise hero, rise" the voice told me again.

"I'm trying!" I exclaimed again "you're really helpful" I grumbled quietly as I tried to think of some way to wake up and exit this realm.

"Follow your duty, hero" It said.

How am I supposed to do that! I really hated when they were being vague. I just knew it was some god, it had to be. They just say follow your duty, follow your destiny, or something like that without giving you a single clue on how you're supposed to do that. I could try and hit my head, see if that works or I could just stab riptide through whichever god is calling to me. If only I had riptide I think sighing as I rub my suddenly stiff neck.

My hand brushed on something, a necklace, my necklace. I grabbed it and watched the shine as I felt its edges, its curves composing the beautiful beads and emblems attached to it that reminded me of my friends, my family and my home.

All of the sudden I heard a scream making me jump, abruptly I fall onto a hard cold floor as I try to stand up, failing at it. Dizziness hit me like a truck. Holding my head I tried to get up as I made my way outside fighting with my wobbly legs. I saw people running away from a corridor with panic. I made my way there to see something covered in bones towering over Scott's mom and a wounded Noshiko. I watched as the thing raised a grisly blood-stained hand while Melissa tried to cover Noshiko with her body protecting her.

Feeling the weight of riptide on the pocket of my pants, I ran towards the thing as fast as my legs allowed me trying not to trip with my own feet. As soon as I made my way near them the thing spotted me and before I could do anything he tried to stab me with a clawed hand. Moving my body to the side I felt the claw graze my side. Stepping closer to the thing I quickly brought my pen out and stuck it swiftly through its side as Riptide sprang out inside making it roar as he knocked me aside. After colliding hard against the wall I tried to stand up but I was too weak to do so as I watched the thing going away with Riptide still inside him.

Melissa immediately made her way to me, checking my wound. "Are you okay?" she asked making sure I was alright. Nodding my head towards Noshiko I just replied weakly "I'm fine" then Liam appeared around the corner and his eyes widened as he saw the scene in front of him. He run towards me and reached a hand towards the injury applying pressure as he looked all over my body checking for other injuries. Grabbing his wrist I shook my head and told him to get help looking at Noshiko. In a flash he was gone. Feeling eyes on me, I turned from where Liam disappeared from and saw a groaning and hurt Noshiko looking at me.

"You are going to be alright" I told her reassuringly as Melissa stared at both of us puzzled but before she could ask anything a Doctor arrived asking what the hell happened looking at both Noshiko and I.

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