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I do not own Percy Jackson or anything related!

This story is Athena/Percy because I am obsessed with impossible couples.

Rated T for minor swearing.

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Hurricane: Homeward Bound

From the moment Percy woke up, bleary eyed and hungover, he already knew he was going to have a bad day because the sun and the moon was staring back at him at the same time.

Apollo leered over him from the side of his bed, a blinding grin splitting his face so fiercely that it startled the son of Poseidon into a fit of frenzy making him scramble as far away from the sun god as his king size mattress would allow. Artemis stood at a much more reasonable distance behind her brother, propped against the wall of his bedroom, arms crossed over her chest and an indignant look marring her face.

Percy let out an unhappy groan at the sight of them, his hand coming up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. "What in Hades are you two doing in my apartment?" The groggy feeling refused to let go of his brain. He idly wondered how much alcohol he consumed last night. All of it, if the wine bottles scattered haphazardly through his room held any indication or at the very least enough to kill a human but not a god. No, immortality wasn't that easy to break.

"Father sent us to check up on you." Apollo stated in a jovial tone making Percy wince. The youngest of the twin archers didn't seem to understand the concept of inside voices. "You caused quite a ruckus last night." The god stopped leered and finally rose to his feet, bouncing on his heels a few time like an excited child who had succeeded in his endless quest to irritate every other living thing on planet earth.

"I'm alive and I'm miserable. Now leave." He knew his voice grated on their ears with an irritation like rocks grinding against each other, but he said it because he knew that was the real reason Zeus had sent them. The king wanted to know if his favorite work horse had dropped dead yet. Percy snorted at the thought, resigning to his headache and burying his face into a pillow as he rolled over to face away from the Olympians. He could almost feel Apollo's happy energy leech away.

"Are you really still playing that card?" Artemis had a voice that was a lot colder than Apollo's, a lot more demanding.

Percy's body tensed, anger running up his spine chased by something vindictive settling in his teeth, he wanted to bite somebody. He sat up in his bed and fixed the twins with a dark look, all the sea green in his eyes churning turbulently. "Depends. Are you going to stand there all day and pretend like more of your hunters wouldn't have died if I didn't kill that monstrosity?" It took a second but afterwards Artemis looked positively livid, Percy gave her a sharp and dangerous smile. Nothing like a failed hunt to rub in the face of the goddess of hunting. He threw the blankets off his body and got out of bed becoming alarmingly remind that he had fallen asleep in his everyday clothes when the dried stain of a mystery substance on the front of his shirt rubbed against his skin.

"We had it under control." Artemis sneered at him.

Percy scoffed. "No, you didn't."

He passed both of them to exit his bedroom, Artemis stomped after him Apollo trailing behind her uncharacteristically quiet as his sister fumed.

His home was a penthouse apartment in Manhattan's more lavish district, he moved here simply to spite them, making it as obvious as he could that he wanted nothing to do with Olympus. Technically he did have a space up there, a room in his father's temple and a temple all his own just as grand as any other god's home but the air was too stuffy up there, the way the light reflected off all the gold and marble quickly became an eyesore, and the constant feeling of people watching him made his skin itch. Alone, closer to the ground made him feel better. Unfortunately he seemed to lack the skills required to make a house feel like a home. The entire thirty-fifth floor that he occupied was as bland as the day he moved in. Lacking any personality aside from the old boxes of takeout and dishes he left in the sink so the maid that was provided by the landlord actually had something to do instead of coming up just to blush and ogle him before leaving.

Percy made his way into the open kitchen area and dug out a glass from the cabinet leaving it on the kitchen counter before going to the fridge on a mission to find some orange juice.

"We would have handled it." Artemis was seething now, if he chose to care he might have to worry about her trying to hunt him down and skin him at some point.

He found the beverage and poured himself a glass before turning to face the two again, settling against the counter top as he sipped on the juice. "No, you wouldn't have. Perhaps some of your older hunters sure but the ones you had with you were too young. They would have died. You shouldn't have taking them with you."

"Don't tell me how to run my hunt!" The goddess's eyes glowed with moonlight and rage.

Percy glared at her from over the rim of his glass very aware that the only thing separating them was the modern chic metal kitchen table that came with the apartment. "I'm not telling you to do anything but it's quite obvious that you need help. Who knows maybe an outside source could keep you from burying so many of your own every other month."

He saw the gleam of silver before he realized what it was, instincts moved him but not quick enough to save his orange juice. The glass shattered and spilled then a silver arrow lodged itself in the wall behind him.

The goddess of the moon burned in front of him, another arrow already taught in her bow and aimed at his head. He snapped at her, turned on her and growled, legitimately growled, something feral and fierce. A sound that wasn't supposed to come out of a being that looked so human. The entire building shook under the pressure of his anger, the water pipes that snaked through the walls groaned, threatening to burst. "Leave!"

She was gone in a flash of light, never once lowering her bow. He shook the glass off his hand and scowled as he tried to wipe off the orange juice that got on his shirt. It was a lost cause, he'd have to change anyways.

Percy locked on to the the golden sun god and narrowed his eyes on him too but the god immediately raised his hands, a friendly gesture of peace. A promise not to push anymore but gods always pushed.

"Oof." Apollo gave him a wary look and an awkward chuckle. "You certainly got a way with words brother." Percy thought about applauding him. The god had managed a complete sentence before reverting back to his usual presumptuous self. "She's only hard on you because she knows you're better than this."

"I'm not your brother and I don't care what you or the other Olympians think they know." Apollo was different, he wasn't as easily set off as the others when Percy threw harsh words at him. Not that he never got angry or hurt, Percy could definitely manage that if he really tried. Maybe an eternity of indulging in mankind made him more open to acceptance. Whatever. "I said leave."

Apollo stood there and watched him for a second, too long. The eye contact was starting to make Percy itch again and he suddenly felt the need to punch the golden haired god and knock out some of his perfect teeth.

"Zeus wants you on Olympus for the solstice. You don't get a choice in the matter." He shoved his hands into his pockets and slouched a little, trying his best to seem somewhat comfortable in such a volatile space.

"I usually don't."

"Your dad wants to see you as well before the festivities begin. He's sorry, you know? Really."

"Well, maybe he should have thought about that before he forced his son into immortality."

Apollo rolled his eyes at the teen in front of him, giving the boy an exasperated look. "Why do you have to be like that? It was almost two years ago! Can't you just forgive us and move on? You're an immortal god but you make it sound like a curse."

"Forgive you?" Percy looked at him incredulously. "What, do you think this golden ichor is a gift? You kidnapped me! Tore me away from the only place I ever felt like I belonged, took my entire life from me, and turned me into something I hate! You people put a title above my head just so you could have something to show off!" His voice filled with venom and if he had fangs he's probably be baring them right now. "The hero of Olympus! Your champion! Ha, go to Tartarus! Every single one of you."

Apollo looked defeated, his real aged showed only through the crinkled around the corner of his eyes as he frowned. "It wasn't meant like that. We never meant it like that. We need you Percy."

"You don't even have the common decency to ask first. Get the fuck out of my home." The god left, evaporating into sunlight giving him one last dejected look. Finally, gone.

Authors Notes

Hey! Tell me a little known ancient greek fact maybe I'll learn something.

Anyways, I hope you guys are interested in the story. I'll update the next time my word count goes over a thousand.

Thanks for reading!