Author note: Just wanted to write this quick section to thank any and all, for supporting me, and any projects or writing I do. College, Work, Moving, depression and being an adult is hard man. And often the ideas and drive don't flow like I wish they would. Again, I appreciate anyone who reads this. Have a wonderful day!

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. ~William Shakespeare

The United States was young, but nevertheless a world power in its own right. It was evident for the youthful son of Hades, that the United States was the mightiest country in the modern world.

The city that the battered teen quietly walked through was not large, and overly populated as some of the cities he saw in the nineteen-forties. But it was a center of commerce, culture, administration, and tourism all the same.

The blonde in his torn up World War Two uniform with his black trench coat covering most of his backside, but not his scarred and bandaged chest on his front, continued to walk down central D.C. with his black muddy boots shining in the lights of the American Capital. The blonde wondered about if he would be stopped, but he made no rush or movement to take off his iron eagle hat, trench coat and uniform which held several high ranking German medals, and an SS emblem on his shoulder.

'It is a good thing, I hope, that my officers had me learn English extensively. But how good will that do me if the government seeks out my identification? I have no such papers.' Nikolas thought to himself analytically as he knew, that he was a stranger and alien to this land and time period. Several Americans gave the war-torn soldier weird stares, and horrified gasps as he continued to quickly walk past them.

'Huh.. those people didn't approve of me... I wonder..' The blonde thought to himself in a thinking pose, before his attention was caught by something else.

Nikolas' eyes widened exponentially when he saw a lit up monument before him. Nikolas began to pant from his wounds, and with dried up blood all over his body began to slowly limp towards the building.

"United... Sta-States Holocaust Memorial Mu-Museum? Never forget.." Nikolas quietly mumbled to himself reading the signs on the building, as he limped and walked himself towards the building.

Once inside, no one was guarding the door as he walked in and began to browse the photos and read the plaque of historical information. As Nikolas continued to walk further into the building, his eyes slowly began to narrow as his heart practically clenched itself.

"I know.. we had prisoners of war... but.. but the Jews were sent to death..? We really tried to exterminate all of them..?" The blonde quietly said to himself as the end of a video about the holocaust ended on the wall he was facing, and a slideshow of Jewish citizens in the camps set up by his own country flashed by one at a time.

Nikolas slowly took ahold of a bar that would keep someone from touching the wall, as he rested on it. Tears began to hit the marble floor in front of him, and he soon found the wet substance coming from his eyes. "Why." The son of hades quietly said, "Why was I even born."

Nikolas began to contemplate anything good he ever had or did in his life. 'Valeriya...' was the first thought to come to the demigods mind. Nikolas frowned as he began to go further into his mind and think.

'Valeriya was.. one of the best.. If not the best things to happen to me. She was my light in the snowy wastelands where we played together, I wanted... to stay with her...'. Nikolas couldn't continue his inner monologue as by now someone had touched his shoulder and Nikolas quickly looked up, seeing an older Jewish man with an annoyed and insulted expression.

Realizing the man must have been talking to him for quite awhile, the blonde gave a small smile and asked him in perfect English without any accent, "I'm sorry sir, were you saying something?"

The older curator nodded, "I said it's closing time... and you're not allowed in here with... what your wearing!" The older man said in an offended tone. Nikolas arched an eyebrow, "What is wrong with what I'm wearing?"

The older man's eyes were about to pop out of his sockets, "Seriously?!" Nikolas nodded unaware of how he was offending the man. 'Is it because I'm bloody and disheveled?' Nikolas thought as he sighed seeing the man almost enjoy preparing to blabber him to death.

"We do not allow any neo-nazi wear in our museum! Get out right now, fascist trash!" The older curator shouted, rather much like a college millennial at the blonde as he arched his other eyebrow.

Nikolas nodded but gave a scowl, "Alright, I'll leave. But don't speak to a demigod like that, you idiot." The blonde punched the curator several feet away onto the floor, not realizing the cameras catching him in the act saw it as a hate crime.

The wounded but obviously strong demigod continued to walk through the building until he found the exit, promptly leaving the building as he began to look for a quick ride up to New York.

Percy's night was officially ruined. First off, his camping trip with his mom was a no go, as a crazy ass monster with horns began to chase him, his mom and his best friend Grover in his step-fathers cheap ass car. But even worse, said car was now split in half and torn apart.

"C'mon Percy! We need to go, now!" Shouted Grover, as the smaller teen guy tried to pull his best friend towards what Percy's mother said, was Camp half-blood. A special camp for special people, apparently like him.

Percy growled as he tried to run towards the monster who had just crushed his mother into powder and nothing, "No! He killed my mom!" Percy shouted, angrily as he broke from Grover's grasp, and quickly took out Mr. Brunner's pen he was given.

Percy still remembered the face of that terrifying fury as it charged and swung down on him, him clicking the pen which transformed into a mighty sword, luckily stabbing the fury in half, itself turning into gold dust.

Percy growled and shouted without remorse, "I turned that bird woman into dust, you're next!" The teenager quickly charged at the mighty Minotaur, the beast almost breaking out into laughter at the little man trying to act tough.

Percy appeared to be too slow, as the teenager swung his beautiful sword at the colossal, half-man and half-bull. It was a puny swing apparently, as the Minotaur easily caught the sword with its left horn and parried the strike.

Grover frowned as he sighed and ran as fast as he could, quickly losing the pants and shoes, revealing his goat nature. He held a crutch and quickly goat jumped to the right side of the Minotaur as he began to hit the beast as much as he could to distract him from Percy.

The Minotaur growled as it flicked Grover over ten feet away with its strong and large arm and spoke in a raspy but perfect English, "I've fought bigger and smarter fully human men than you two... what gives you the idea you can challenge me, you half-blood?"

Percy growled as he charged with his sword again, face first against the Minotaur as the beast gave a hmph. The Minotaur parried Percy's strike again and charged as it pushed Percy several feet away onto the ground.

The brunette demigod was lying on the ground, the teenager just barely gripping onto consciousness, as the Minotaur grumbled, ready for another victim.

Before it could have its way, a stray crutch hit the Minotaur in the back of its head. The beast turned around and growled at the scared and defiant Grover. "I guess satyr is on the menu." The Minotaur grumbled out as it prepared to charge. Before it could, it gave out a loud shout and scream, a sword sticking through its chest as it began to rush and turn around a few times.

Percy had impaled his pen sword into the back of the Minotaur, and was hanging onto the back of the ferocious and pained beast. It evaporated into gold dust as Percy roughly hit the ground and slowly passed out, Grover rushing to save his friend.

Nikolas stood out in the middle of the country with a frown. He tore off his officers hat, which proudly had his old nations symbols on it. He tore off the metal symbols and medals on his hat and jacket, anything silver and worth keeping and placed them safely in a well secure pocket in his trench coat. He threw his hat to the ground as well as his nations old flag and the patch of a certain symbol of hatred. He took a match from his matchbox and lit the small pile on fire.

The blonde frowned as he quietly rubbed his naturally spiky hair. 'That hat and the symbols. They are known worldwide as symbols of hatred.. I had no idea. I thought the museum guy was just being rude.'

Nikolas frowned as he stared down at himself. He slightly smiled as he kept his iron cross attached to his black trench coat which covered most of himself down to his boots. 'I'll never take this medal off... it's a symbol of all my blood that I shed. Perhaps I shed my blood and others for the wrong cause. But not anymore... I will live for myself.'

The blonde quietly nodded to himself as he quickly placed a cigarette in his mouth and began to smoke it slowly and calmly as the tall teenager, dressed in his black trench coat, shining boots, grey combat jeans, and bandaged and scarred chest exposed to the cold night air, walked quietly down the side of a rather empty highway.

Nikolas smiled genuinely to himself, despite all the heartbreak he felt from the war which only seemed to have ended a few hours ago to him. And despite all the pain he had experienced in his life, he felt that things would work out. 'I have a chance to make things right. To fight for the freedom of myself and others. I won't blow it. When I find that bolt, no way is father getting it. I'll use it myself if I have to.'

Nikolas had that final thought on his mind with a grin as a car coming down the highway began to slow down. Nicholas gave a whistle, it was quite a beautiful car.

The car was a 2019 black Jaguar F-Type, which purred beautifully as it slowly stopped by the blonde hitchhiker. The window slowly went down, revealing a beautiful stunning woman, in mesh clothing, with a latex jacket on, and white short shorts covering the rest of her up. The woman really didn't leave much to the imagination.

The woman was slurping a milkshake, her black lipsticked lips focusing on sucking the delicious shake, as her brown eyes shined with curiosity and adventure. Her hair was up in a fan style, with her hair color mostly being pure black, but she had purple, violet and blue highlights in her hair tips.

She smiled after she stopped drinking her milkshake and spoke seductively, "Hey cutie, need a lift?" As if to provide some emphasis on her question, she revved the sports cars engine, as the vehicle purred and roared like a charm.

The soon to be seventeen year old's eye slightly twitched. "U-Um... sure." He replied in fluent English, as the woman unlocked the car and he stepped in. The first thing he noticed about how the woman was acting was she hungrily eyed him up and down.

Most notably, she began to rub his sore and battered chest, as she traced along his wounds, and scars. "Aww, did my little blonde get damaged recently?" The rather... forward woman said with some genuine worry in her tone as she began to feel his chest up and down.

"Y-Yeah." Nikolas quietly muttered as he pushed the woman's hands away, "I-I'm fine though, so don't worry about my condition. May I ask your name?"

The woman slightly purred and nodded as she rolled up his window and began to continue driving quickly on the rather dead highway. "Mmm, the names Anko Mitarashi." The woman grinned as she eyed the blonde's rather attractive muscular chest, "What's your name, cutie?"

Nikolas sort of groaned as he nodded, "My name is Nikolas. Um... I'm seventeen." It was sort of a lie, his birthday was in a month, but he had technically been frozen for over 70 years in a time stasis by the Olympian gods, perhaps he could get free senior popcorn at the movie theater now?

Anko gave a slight huff, "Well.. In a year, you can have some fun with mama Anko huh? Anyway, where ya headed kid?"

Nikolas slightly shivered when the older woman mentioned having some fun with him, but gulped and nodded. "New York State, any way you can get me there?"

Anko nodded, "I was actually on my way there myself kiddo." The woman slightly glanced on him as she continued to drive into a ramp that would take them to New York, "But.. do you mind if we crash at a hotel soon on the way? I've been driving for over sixteen hours!"

Nikolas sighed but nodded in complete understanding, "No problem Anko. I kind of have a time limit, but your health should come first before anything else." Anko grinned, "Well aren't you a little charmer! We could sleep in the same hotel room if you want...~"

The tone that Anko spoke in, slightly overwhelmed Nikolas as his growing teen mind went haywire as his face began to turn crimson red, "I-.. um.. O-Okay, Anko."

The mature woman just laughed at the younger guy, but she felt conflicted inside as she slightly glanced at him again. 'He looks like he's just escaped some serious combat. The blood all over his face and body, the scars littering his chest.'

Yes, Anko was a mischievous and carefree woman, but she was also serious and analytical when she had to be. Nikolas had a thought occur and he frowned at Anko, "So why did you drive over sixteen hours? What's your job?"

The woman began to become quiet and looked as if she were contemplating serious matters in her mind. She quickly smiled and masked her seriousness as she nodded with a rather adorable giggle. "I'm apart of the CIA actually!"

Nikolas arched an eyebrow as he stared at the woman, "The.. what?" Anko took her turn to look at the blonde like he was crazy, "Huh? You know... America's Central Intelligence Agency?"

Nikolas quickly put on a smile and masked his own confused emotions and quickly thought of an excuse to say, "Ahhhh! I get it! I'm from Germany, we don't call it a CIA." Anko being a top agent, on getting information and torture could tell when someone was lying, it bothered her that someone this young could poise himself to a point where she couldn't tell what his true intentions were, or if he was being truthful or not.

'This kid is good.. I can't tell lie from truth. His entire vocal pattern is neutral, and he never slouches, his body doesn't give a single hint to how he feels. He wears a mask... just like any good agent I know.' The woman contemplated this to herself as she slightly glanced at the blonde occasionally, but she slightly smiled. 'At least he's kind and doesn't seem like a threat, but I'll have to watch him.'

The two travelers made it to Pennsylvania before Anko decided to call it a night. The woman parked her expensive stealthy car in the parking lot of what appeared to be a five star hotel. She got out of the car and locked it with her electric key clicker and began to walk to the building but frowned seeing Nikolas standing by her car looking lost.

"Aren't you coming Nik?" Anko asked with a frown as Nikolas slightly shook his head, "I don't have any money for a hotel. Go on without me, thanks for the lift Anko. I may keep traveling alone."

The woman slightly narrowed her eyes, 'That's another thing, he's only seventeen, he smokes and he's traveling alone, he's got dry blood all over him, scars and bandages, an albeit sexy trench coat and world war era military gear on him.. could he be..?' The woman's eyes widened when she made the realization, it couldn't be him.. could it? He would be like a hundred years old or something!

But then Anko realized the young guy didn't want to be a burden on her and began to walk away quietly towards the large road intervening off the large hotel building. The agent frowned as she ran up to the blonde and pulled him into a warm hug, Nikolas was now officially a tomato.

"A-Anko?" Nikolas muttered out as the woman slightly laughed, nuzzled him more into her bosom and ruffled the blonde teens hair, "I don't know why kid, but you've struck a chord with me.. I don't know your family life, or personal story, but I feel we are really similar. I know what it's like to be alone, and I don't want you to suffer alone on a highway at night. Let me get us a two bed hotel room, and in the morning we can keep driving up to New York, kay?"

Nikolas just sighed as he was finally released from the hug and nodded at his new companion with a smile. The two entered the hotel, with Anko booking a room quickly.

The entire building was a work of Art, as it lived up to its reputation. The Ragnarok hotel was stunning! Large ancient paintings on most of the walls, a golden elevator able to move up and down to multiple floors and, a 24 hour housekeeping and room service staff.

Anko and Nikolas walked up to the marble top counters of reception to see a tall man with long black hair that went slightly past his neck, and bright green eyes with a fire of some sort in his hues growing. He wore a standard crisp tuxedo, with a golden rose in his jacket pocket that he showed off very well. His name tag read Lokir as the man finished writing on a sheet of paper and smiled back up at the two.

Lokir nodded, "Welcome to the Ragnarok, how can I help you tonight?" Anko gave the man a sweet smile, "May we get a two bedroom suite for tonight please? We will pack up and leave in the morning."

Lokir gave a half hearted chuckle and nodded as Anko gave her card details for the computer and he entered them in. He slid two keycards for their room to the two travelers. "A two bed suite is waiting for you, I do hope you enjoy your stay at the Ragnarok, breakfast tomorrow will include delicious waffles with prime syrup, but also a traditional Norse breakfast of eggs, venison cooked to perfection and a wonderful cabbage soup. Enjoy your night Madam, Sir."

Anko nodded and began to walk to the elevator,the blonde nodded to Lokir, but before Nikolas turned to follow Anko, Lokir winked at the younger guy, as his eyes seemed to glow a slight greenish hue. Nikolas slightly shivered as he focused on the man's eyes but no longer saw the green glow.

Lokir suddenly looked worried, "Are you okay sir? Everything alright?" The blonde soldier nodded, wondering why the man wasn't concerned about his bloody appearance and walked after Anko. Lokir grinned, 'Mmmm... he's a fighter.'

Anko and Nikolas walked into their suite with smiles as the room looked just as fancy as the lobby. Anko frowned, "Hang on a second, there's only one bed!" Nikolas nodded, "He sent us to the wrong room I guess.."

The bed was a large king size, with comfortable looking sheets and fluffy pillows, and the headboard was entirely golden. The symbol on the headboard had Nikolas stunned, 'I know that symbol from.. from my mother's mythological lessons.'

Anko took notice of the blonde kids attention, "Huh, what does that engraving mean Nikolas? Do you know?" Nikolas nodded, "My mother was really into teaching me folklore and mythology when we lived in Europe... that's Web of wyrd. Skuld's net."

Anko shrugged her shoulders and glanced at Nikolas who appeared stunned, "Why so shocked cutie?" Nikolas shook his head, "Just some old folklore, the net means destiny of fates and all that."

Anko grinned, "Well I call the bed, you sleep on the chair over there in the corner!" The woman leapt onto the bed and began to snuggle in the covers as Nikolas went into the hotel bathroom, and began to run a warm shower. After still feeling the effects and wounds from his battle in the 1940s, he really needed a hot shower.

Nikolas unclothed himself and began to wash his wounds and dried blood off, sighing to himself as the warm water gently calmed his sore and aching muscles down.

The blonde frowned as he stared at the shower head in front of him in the fancy hotel bathroom. 'I still don't know much about this time. If I told Anko the truth of where I come from or who I am, she'll either abandon me, or arrest me on federal charges for being a former officer of a nation long since reformed. Or she might arrest me since she's probably human and thinks I'm crazy for saying I'm a demigod, and I'm from the past.'

Nikolas hit his head against the wall gently in frustration, not knowing what else to do. How was he going to survive in a new modern world, a world which was so different from what he was used to? Nikolas certainly didn't know how as he continued to rip the bandages off of himself and wash all of the scars and lashes he had got from not only battle, but his abuse when he was imprisoned by his own side.

After twenty minutes, much of his dried blood was gone and the son of hades was now fully clean! He ended the running water and began to towel himself off completely and efficiently with a smile.

He put his undergarments and combat jeans back on but held his trench coat, socks and boots in his hand as he left the bathroom to see a rather.. stunning sight.

Anko was currently halfway under the bed, wiggling her rear end up in the air, for the younger guy to see... a lot of her back end. Anko didn't even notice, and probably wouldn't care as she was getting what she had dropped.

She got out from under the bed with one last wiggle for Nikolas to enjoy, as the woman sighed. "I keep dropping my damn phone..." The woman quietly said as she tapped away at her smart phone and sat on the bed, completely ignoring the blushing teen who had peeked at her activity.

She looked up when she was done with a text and smiled, "Hey Nik! Put those clothes over on that chair, why don't you sleep in the bed with me? I realized there's not an extra blanket! Wouldn't want you to get cold."

Nikolas blushed but nodded as set his items on a chair in the corner and slowly slipped into the other side of the bed, as he had to admit, the bed was absolutely comfortable! He glanced at her tapping away at her smart phone, 'I wonder what that is.. it's incredible. Never seen anything that advanced...' Nikolas thought to himself as the woman hummed away to herself.

"Thank you by the way." Nikolas said as he got comfy on his side of the big bed. Anko raised an eyebrow, "How come kid?"

Nikolas nodded enthusiastically, his whisker marks reflecting off the hotel lights, "For respecting me and trusting me like this." Anko nodded with a smile, "Anything for a sweet and innocent kid like you." Nikolas slightly deflated at that, 'If she believes I'm innocent... oh boy.'

The first time that night, the two began to really look at each other. Anko was astonished at the way Nik's spiky blonde hair could sit up, even against the hotels pillows. And the CIA agent, or whatever she was found his whiskers somewhat adorable but she was beginning to wonder how he got them, or who he was, or where he was from.

Anko frowned and began to contemplate to herself, 'Why am I showing this much trust? To be so close with him... It's so weird after only knowing each other a few hours.. but he's alone like I was.. and if he is who I think he is, and he is what I am... then he needs the support, especially so young. Hell, the entire Greek pantheon world is obsessed with him if it is him.'

Nikolas couldn't really start a conversation as he noticed the beautiful curves and smile Anko had, and the smooth milky white to her skin didn't do her a disservice either. The blonde sighed and smiled that he was comfy and felt safe near the woman.

"Good night, Anko." Anko grinned as she turned the lights off and got under the covers. "Good night, Nik-Kun." The woman said, adding off a Japanese term of endearment, and she held the younger blond against her as she dozed off to sleep.

'Huh. Kun. Didn't figure her for to be Japanese but the name fits.' Nikolas thought as he'd protest her cuddling him, but he was just so tired. The blonde fell asleep that night, and had one of the best nights of sleep he had ever had, in months.