"I'm going to pass out now."

"What do you think is next?" Allison asked, looking over at the rest of the pack. "We only have two left- want and love."

"Well, want is smaller than love," Lydia said to answer her question.

"I'd like to think they're the same thing," Stiles grinned at the girl, cheeks going a light pink for a moment.

"Dude," Scott elbowed his best friend's side. "Chill out."

"Somehow," Percy bit his lip, looking off to the side in the black void that surrounded them. "I don't think they will be the same in this case."

"What do you mean?" Derek turned to the demigod, eyebrows furrowed.

"Watch, Derek Hale, and you'll see what I mean."

The darkness faded slowly and the pack was met with a vision of Percy in someone's house, the demigod using a set of forearm crutches as he struggled to go from the living room to the kitchen. This must have been some time after he was in the hospital, seeing as some of the injuries they saw in the vision on sadness was present in this one. The demigod was sweating as he tried to take slow steps forward.

"Wait, what happened?" Scott turned to Percy, who was standing a bit away from him next to Jackson and Derek, "Your injuries didn't look this bad."

"I had hurt my back sometime during the battle against Gaea," The demigod said with a wave of his hand. "I was upset and made it worse after I ran from Jason's place, which is where we're at by the way."

"It must have been bad if it affected your ability to walk," Lydia commented.

"'Affects'," The son of Poseidon corrected. "I still have some problems getting up quickly and have phantom pains but it's not too bad." He gestured to the dream-Percy, who was slowly but steadily making his way closer to the kitchen, "Let's get back to this."

Percy's arms were quivering as his legs took small steps forward and his hair was practically plastered to his forehead. His mouth was set in a scowl and his eyes were determined as he locked his eyes on the kitchen counter a few feet ahead of him. It was a bit sad to see that something that he was able to do for so long was suddenly something he struggled to do. It was like his body completely forgot how to walk and support him.

For a moment, one of the demigod's knees buckled under him and he nearly pitched forward. Before he could even come close to hitting the ground, a man steadied him and he spoke in a calm voice, "Be careful, Perseus."

The son of Poseidon's reaction was surprising as he flinched away from the person, stumbling backwards and barely catching himself with a crutch. He let out a hiss of pain and he screwed his eyes shut as he breathed heavily. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before opening his eyes and glaring at the person in front of him, "What the hell are you doing here, Poseidon?"

The person, now identified as the god of the seas, didn't seem fazed by the hostile attitude, "I've come to see how my son is fairing."

Percy straightened and his eyes turned cold, "Your son is doing just fine. In fact, I've even managed to get myself from my bedroom to the bathroom. Of course, my wonderful cousins and Leo helped."

The pack was confused as to why the demigod was mad at his father and why he was being so cold. They had a feeling, however, that there was a point to what Percy was saying and the sarcastic attitude laced in his words.

"Perseus, I understand you are upset but I am here to assist you."

"I don't need your help," Percy snarled, eyes swirling a dangerous emerald green. "I am doing just fine now." He made to continue to walk to the kitchen, moving slowly past his father, "So, you can go back to wherever the hell you came from 'cause I don't need you."

"Son, I care abou-"

"Don't act like you care!" Percy turned to face the god, swallowing down the pain flaring in his back as he looked at his father with sorrow-filled eyes.

"Percy-"

"No! For three months- three months- I had to stay in the hospital and learn how to fucking walk again because I couldn't leave unless my parents signed me out! You didn't even show!"

"Oh, Percy…" Erica looked over at her friend with a sad look but the nineteen year-old was ignoring her, preferring to stare at the carpeted floor.

"I saw that you had your cousins and Hephaestus' child," Poseidon tried, looking into his son's eyes. "You didn't need me there. You had them."

"You're right there, Poseidon," Percy nodded in agreement to his words. "I didn't need you there. I wanted you there. Sure, I had Nico, Jason, Leo, Hazel, and Thalia there but -call me selfish, but I wanted my father to be there too, helping me when I was at my weakest." His eyes were filled with tears as he looked at the god, his voice taking on a pleading note, "Was that too much to ask, Dad?"

Poseidon looked crushed. He took a half-step forward but stopped when he saw his son back away slightly, "Percy-"

"Just go," The demigod turned away again, making his way towards the kitchen once more.

"Percy, I'm sorr-"

"I said 'GO'!"

The pack swallowed once the vision was over, looking at the demigod. That vision, along with the other one in the hospital, was one of the hardest to watch. To watch Percy admit that he was at his weakest was hard because he always seemed strong in their eyes. He was always calm, even when he was in pain, and it was heart-breaking to see him like this.

"Stop looking at me," He growled, backing away from the werewolves and humans. "Stop looking at me like that!" He shook his head, eyes wild, "Stop looking at me!"

"Percy," Jackson ran over to the demigod before anyone could stop him, moving to stand in front of him. "Percy, look at me." When he didn't, the blonde used a more forceful tone, "Perseus Jackson, look at me." When sea-green eyes met his, he continued in a softer voice, "We aren't going to judge you for what we just saw. We've all had are ups and downs and we've all been at our weakest. If anyone judges you, they're a fucking hypocrite and I'll rip their head off."

Percy stared at the blonde for a moment before he mumbled, "I'm going to pass out now."

Jackson caught the black-haired man easily, lifting him up in his arms and bringing him back to the others. He ignored the pack and sat on the ground, laying the demigod down and leaning his head on his lap. "He's fine," He said but it was like he wasn't talking to the pack and just reassuring himself. "He's just emotionally exhausted."

"Hey, look, another vision's starting," Danny said, pointing in a random direction.

Jackson and Percy were under Stiles' dining room table surrounded by a bunch of books. Percy was lying on his stomach reading a book intently, something that looked like a textbook with sea mammals in it, while Jackson just doodled quietly in the demigod's notebook.

"What are you drawing?" Percy asked, glasses slipping down his nose as he tried to peer at the paper.

"No, don't look, I'm not finished yet," The blonde said, holding out the notebook away from the nineteen year-old.

"Come on, Jackie!" Percy whined, "I wanna know what it is!"

"I don't get it," Scott shook his head. "What does this have to do with love?"

Allison sighed at her boyfriend, "It means that Percy's in love with Jackson!"

"What?!" Everyone, save for the Whittemore himself, turned to the demigod, who shrugged.

"What? He's hot."

Jackson smirked, "I'm everyone's type." He looked at Percy, "But this was a month ago. How'd you- Why are you- When the hell did you even wake up?"

"Don't question it, Jackson," Percy shook his head. "Your reaction about me liking you is pissing me off, though. I love you for you. If I have to repeat myself, I will punch you."

"Dude, but, why him?" Stiles flailed his arms, eyes wide.

Percy narrowed his gaze at the Stilinski, "Why not? I'd watch what you say, Stiles Stilinski. I know more about you than you think."

The brunette's mouth closed with an audible clop and it made everyone wonder what the demigod knew. Was it about Stiles' love life?

"No, you'll see it when it's finished."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pleeeaaaassseeee?"

"No. Don't you have to study this shit?" The blonde waved to the textbook the demigod was currently laying on to look at the Whittemore.

"But I already know all of this! Come on, let me see!"

"Here, study this," Jackson handed him a textbook and laughed when Percy balked at the cover. It was a Calculus textbook he snagged from Lydia.

"I was wondering where that went…"

A couple minutes passed and the blonde finally leaned away from the notebook, "Done." When there was no response, he looked over at Percy. The demigod was face-down in the book, his glasses off to the side. "Oi," He poked his side, smiling slightly when the other squirmed slightly. "Get up or I won't show you the drawing."

"I'm up, I'm up," Percy grabbed his glasses, putting them on, before snatching the notebook. "This… This… This is my car." He looked up at the blonde, "You drew Beaut."

Jackson shrugged, "It's a nice car."

"Holy shit, Jackson!" Isaac looked at the Whittemore, "You can draw!"

"Eh, kind of."

"Kind of? Kind of?" Boyd pointed to the notebook, "That looks almost exactly like his car."

Lydia frowned to herself. She never knew Jackson could draw. He never did for her, anyway. She thought she caught him doodling in one of his notebooks but she wasn't sure since he always hid them from her. Now she knew that he did, in fact, draw and he could draw. It made her sad to think that she didn't get a chance to discover that side of him herself when they were dating.

"It's hanging in my room," Percy grinned at Jackson. "Right above my bed."

"Oh, geez," Jackson's turned away but the demigod caught the red on his cheeks and it made him poke the blonde's side while grinning.

"Jackie, this is amazing! I can only draw stick figures," Percy demonstrated by drawing two little people. "That's you and me."

"Why does it look like my arm's broken?"

"Shut up. Don't mock my artistic skills Mr. I-know-how-to-draw-but-hid-it-from-Percy-because-I'm-an-asshole."

"Not telling you I draw makes me an asshole?" Jackson looked amused.

"In my book, yes."

The scene ended and everyone got a disorienting feeling that made them stumble a bit and their vision darken. When they opened their eyes, they found that they were lying on the floor in Derek's dining room, Deaton sitting in a dining room chair reading a magazine about pop bands.

"Ugh, what the hell was that feeling?" Stiles groaned, sitting up. "It feels like I have a hangover."

"Probably accurate," Deaton said, looking over at the teen.

Percy sat up, shaking his head, "Woah, I feel like I just shadow-traveled from Mexico with Miss O'Leary."

"Probably even more accurate. How are you, Perseus?" The vet got up, placing his magazine down and helping the nineteen year-old up.

"Fine." Percy patted the man's shoulder, "Thank you for the cure, Deaton."

The vet nodded, "You are very welcome. I am glad there are no ill feelings between you all."

"Nope," The demigod grinned.

The werewolves and humans groaned on the floor, clutching their heads, "I'm feeling ill feelings here."

"You know," Percy looked over from where he laid in the grass next to Jackson in the small clearing they had found on the Hale property. "We never did have our date."

"You're right," Jackson nodded. "With everything going on, we never got the chance."

"Well then, Mr. Whittemore, I do believe it is polite to ask, will you go on a date with me?"

"I would love to, Mr. Jackson."

And the story is now finished! Keep a look-out for the one-shots! SEND ME PROMPTS!

Hope you enjoyed this story! It was fun to write.

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