Author's Note: The is Greek (possibly some Roman) mythology and Glee crossover. All the characters in this story are Glee characters at present. Even if they don't seem like it, I swear. I might add OC's later on in the story, but just believe me when I say they are the Glee characters. Things are going to be confusing in this story for a little bit, but it will eventually make sense. I just wanted to give a fore-warning so no one would get mad, and say this wasn't about Kurt, or Klaine, or Glee. It's also rated M, because I'm not sure how much smut I'll put in it. I'm not opposed to it though, if it suits the story. Anyway, this note has been long enough. I hope you like it.

** Oh, and I'm not putting a list of character correlations here, in case anyone wants to leave it a mystery for now. There is a list of them on my tumblr, and you can always ask me on there. I will answer. Love.

"I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours only nor left my body mine only, You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return, I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone, I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again, I am to see to it that I do not lose you." - Walt Whitman

1901

Coop hurried across the wet-slicked cobblestone, shivering unhappily as he slipped his hand into his overcoat, taking out the chain within to peek at his watch. Damn. He only had twenty minutes left to make it up to Piccadilly, and he was nowhere near that chaos pit despite the bustle around him. He absolutely loathed walking; everything was so much easier when he had a chariot at his beck and call. And he refused to take that ghastly new invention everyone was calling the Tube. Weaving his way in between the crowds on the street - bloody scamps - he tried to pass through the swarm in front of him and was jostled back, hitting the ground. Despite five years in this city, Coop still wasn't used to the multitude and noise of London. He didn't think he'd ever be used to it. He wouldn't have ever even agreed to live there if it wasn't for Di - Di...

Growling in pain and frustration, Coop regained his footing and plowed through the mess ahead, determined to get to Rora's on time. Rora had appeared yesterday evening, somehow hearing the news, and commanded him over for a meeting with everyone. Hah. Commanded. Who did she think she was? - Not his Queen and certainly not his mum. He wasn't a child that everyone could just command around, despite what they all still seemed to believe. Di had been the only one that hadn't treated him like a fragile, little cherub. Di, gods, he could kill him for yesterday. How dare he go and die trying to be a hero. Who cares if he is immortal - immortal, his arse! It wasn't his job to be the hero running into burning buildings and the like. It never had been! He was supposed to be the drunken lout, leaving the heroics to the mortals as always. But no, Di had to go and grow a blasted conscious on him.

Coop stopped, realizing he would have to pass by the burnt remains of the flats to get to Piccadilly, and he froze, allowing the urchins around him to swarm him again. He had forgotten that the building was on this street. How could he have forgotten? He'd tossed and turned all night without Di beside him, holding him. The bed just wasn't the same without his overbearing presence. Coop had always scolded Di for his overlarge personality and charisma, but now without it... The house just felt empty. The second bedroom had always been decorated, but left empty for show. Because gods forbid two men live together as more than bachelors and mates. But now it wasn't just the spare bedroom. It was everything. The entire house was just bare now, and lonely. He was lonely.

Whimpering miserably, now soaked through from the rain, Coop pulled his coat in tighter around him, wrapping his arms around his body, and continued on downtrodden toward Piccadilly. When he reached the exact place that he knew the flat remains would appear before him, he tried to keep his eyes cast down - not wanting to see, not wanting to remember... But inexorably, as always, he was drawn to Di. Even if Di was no longer there, this was where Coop had last seen him. This place would always draw Coop, regardless of his wishes, until the next cycle at the very least. Finally giving in, he looked up at the blackened, charred mess.

Within seconds Coop's breath was stuttering and his chest rippling with dry sobs that he was forced to stifle. All the tears were gone - had been from the previous night. But the crippling despair that wracked his frame when he saw the remains of yesterday before him was something he could not control, nor push aside. Coop lost track of time, silently standing before the ashes and debris, trying to hold himself together while continually flashing back to bits and pieces of the previous day. He remembered waking up, warm and loved, curled within Di's arms to the feel of Di nibbling on his ear and kissing his way down his neck. He could practically feel the urgent kisses and frantic hands from that morning all over his body, the groans and whimpers echoing in his head, as he remembered their decision to take a slow start that morning and stay in bed for a while. Neither of them having had any place they needed to be that day, something that rarely occurred thanks to Di's insistence on participating in the outside world. They were bloody immortals after all; they should be above the lowly human daily affairs.

But Di had to be different. Always had been. He liked to carouse around just as much as the other immortals, but he had never been vindictive - unlike Hera, Art, and mum. They were just conniving when they wanted to be, which unfortunately for anyone who crossed them, could be often. Di, though...Di was just good. He was over-eager and boisterous, but he wasn't purposefully hateful. He had a temper and could be unpredictable, but never unnecessarily so. He was just better, so much better than the other immortals. Always above the petty, incessant squabbling. Coop couldn't think of a single other immortal - himself included, sadly - who would have run into that fire to help those trapped at the top.

Coop remembered back to later that same day, after they had finally left their flat and meandered down toward the East side of London, seeing the smoke billowing up in thick, dark clouds almost obscuring the otherwise perfect sky. Di had picked up his pace, rushing toward the burning building with Coop hurrying after him. Di had calmed down when he saw the people on the street had taken care of most of the flames around the outer edges, and it looked like everyone had been able to jump down safely to the people and sheets below. The building was unsalvageable though, inescapably being consumed with wave upon wave of fire. Right as Di had been about to leave the crowd be, and finish the afternoon with Coop, a chorus of shouts were heard coming from the top of the building.

There were three young children stuck up there, and their mother was apparently already passed out, most likely dead. Di didn't even hesitate. He vaulted over the people on the ground in his way and started to run for the entrance despite the yells from the crowd behind him. Coop was right on his heel, however, and grabbed his arm trying to stop him. He ordered Di not to go into the building; there was no way he'd make it back out. Somehow after all this time, Di still only saw the good in Coop, but hearing this shocked Di silent for a moment. Coop remembered the last thing Di had said to him was, "Coop, they're just children! They haven't even lived yet. I'm going to live forever!", and shaking his head he burst through the entrance into the fire.

What seemed like hours, but was probably only seconds, passed and then a shout was heard from the top once more. It was Di again. He had reached the top and gotten the attention of the people in the street, before he went and hoisted the children out the window to fall into the waiting sheets of the swarm below. Just as Di was grabbing the third child, there was a huge crack heard from within the building and the roof started to come down. Di threw the boy, and for a second Coop thought everything was going to be fine. Di had had plenty of time to jump from the window. But no, he had to be a stupid, selfish, wonderful git, and he went back for the mother. Why he felt he needed to go back for the woman when she was obviously already gone is beyond reasoning. The stupid prat. The look of determination that crossed Di's face was the last thing visible from the window, because right after Di turned around intent on grabbing the mother, the entire top three floors collapsed, disappearing, and Di along with it.

Gone, just gone.

Everything in that moment was gone.

Vanished.

And Coop's sanity along with it.

Shaking his head, Coop pushed those thoughts away. It's not like he could remember the rest of yesterday anyway. It was all a blur. He vaguely recalled a roaring, though now that he thought about it that sound had probably been coming from him. It had taken Rora and Thena to drag him away from the smoldering ashes and back to the flat before the evening started having any coherency again. They hadn't wanted to leave, saying that he needed them, and all the while they kept looking at him as though they were frightened he would strike out at any moment - like an animal.

Laughing dismally, Coop looked at the ground, blinking his eyes repeatedly to keep them clear. An animal made sense. He felt like a wounded animal, that is when he felt at all. He was just numb. He was numb, and Di was gone. And that's what Coop kept circling back to - nothing else mattered. Nothing else made sense. Coop just couldn't care. Di was gone. Dead. Well, not dead, but as dead as an immortal could be. He was alive somewhere, had never really left the human world. He physically couldn't after all. But he was gone. Dead from this cycle at the very least.

And meanwhile, Coop was still stuck here. Sure Di was still out there, but where, or even who he was...Coop could literally search forever and never find him. And even if he did find him, it's not like it would matter. The age difference from his cycle and Di's new cycle would be too great. He would have to wait for his next cycle and hope that he met Di again, with right circumstances. But that could take centuries, for their cycles to line up again. Coop thought back to his previous cycles, counting back to the last time he and Di's cycles and paired up within distance of each other, and he counted five cycles before this one. It had taken five cycles for them to meet up again and live out their lives. What little of it they had. That was five times that Coop had lived without Di. How was he supposed to do that again?

Frustrated, Coop took out his anger at the inevitable future by kicking the lit oil-lamp post beside him. Gods, that arsehat Zeus was lucky he was already gone from this cycle as well, or he'd save Hera the trouble and kill him anyway for putting them all though this predicament time after time. Centuries and centuries ago, long before the world was what it is today, we were Gods. We ruled with absolute power from the lofty heights of Mount Olympus, and mere humans cowered before us. But now...now we're just like them. Gods trapped in human bodies and human constraints. We might as well BE human. Except, unlike them, we don't get an escape. We have to live out our lives with no end in sight.

When people stopped believing in us, the gods naturally became bored. They wanted to be part of the human world, and the humans weren't allowing us to participate in the same way anymore. So we left Mount Olympus, and Zeus was angered by all of us, and, in a fit, he pettily commanded that to live in the mortal world, we must actually be humans. As none of us could see anything wrong with that, we readily agreed. All the fun of the mortal world, but with the added perks of godly power and immortality. We thought we had the greatest deal possible, and that we had somehow tricked the Fates. What we didn't understand was that by becoming human we were playing right into their wrinkled old hands. None of us realized that despite our immortality, by adapting ourselves for the human world, we were enabling ourselves to die. To be killed. As Gods on Mount Olympus we had been untouchable, above the Fates' petty schemes - at least when it pertained solely to us. But trapped within human constraints, never able to return to Olympus, and an infinite life span, provided much to many opportunities for the Fates to make up for lost time.

A loud crash caused Coop to jump and break his reverie of yesterday, and his past as a whole. Looking around behind him he saw it was just a shopkeeper packing up for the night. He had knocked over one of his crates of ware. Realizing that much of the bustle on the street had drifted elsewhere, and that the sky was darkening ever so quickly, Coop once again pulled his watch from within his jacket to check the time, and swore as he saw that he was over forty-five minutes late. He was surprised that Rora hadn't already sent someone after him; she wasn't exactly known for her patience, but then again the same could be said for any of the immortals. Taking one last glance at the now empty lot, Coop started walking again through East London, trying to pick up his pace to make up for lost time now that the streets were less engaged. He neared the crossroads, still a couple of streets over from Piccadilly, and veered right to head North for Rora's flat - with any luck he'd be there in fifteen minutes.

When he finally reached Piccadilly, much of the crowd that had disappeared on his walk had reappeared in front of him. Expected, obviously, as this was Piccadilly, but a nuisance all the same. Sighing, Coop tried to make his way the final two blocks by politely pushing through the crowd. Twice he was jostled and stumbled into other people, quickly apologizing and moving on. The last time, it had honestly felt more like someone had pushed him, but when he had turned around to look, no one had been there. Just others walking, the same as him. Rora's flat block finally came within sight, and he could see the light from the oil lamps blazing from her window. Coop didn't doubt that they were all up there waiting for him to finally show up. Everyone...everyone that was left anyway.

There weren't many immortals left in this cycle. It was almost disturbing, really. There had been far too many deaths recently, dwindling their numbers here. There had been three in just the past year; it honestly almost seemed deliberate, but the how and why of it Coop couldn't fathom. As much as he wanted to hate the Fates, even he knew that they couldn't take their perverse pleasure in the immortals' misery as far as tampering with lives unnecessarily.

Coop approached the final crossroads between the block that he was on, and Rora's flat block, and he moved through the crowd to get to the edge of the kerb. Before stepping off, Coop tried to peer around the groups of people surrounding him to look down the tramway. With how busy London had gotten in the past few years, the tramcar had been running at all odd hours, and traversing some of the busier streets and crossroads in London could be dangerous. Before Coop could get a clear view of the street, however, there was a movement behind him that distracted him. A deliberate shove came from behind him and to the left forcing him out into the crossroads, barely saving himself from stumbling and smashing his face on the cobblestones and railings. Finally catching his balance, Coop started to look up and over toward the kerb to try and work out what had happened, when from behind he heard an incredibly close rattling and a loud horn.

It happened in a matter of seconds. Coop didn't even have the opportunity to turn around and face the tram, but he knew from the noises what was happening. The impact of the tramcar on his body was agonizing. It felt like his entire right side had been crumpled in from the forward movement of the tram, and the initial hit caused him to be thrown forward slamming his head forcefully into the cobblestones and the railing in front of him. The tramcar was in the process of braking, but as an immediate stop could not be made, a good portion of Coop's lower body was crushed and pinned underneath the weight of the tram as well.

What felt like hours of unbearable pain, only correlated to a handful of seconds. The people in the crowds around the tram went from shock to screaming within that time. Everything was hectic and blurry. Coop could hear the cries and the yelling as if from a distance. He tried to look around but all he could see were great blurs running around, and blood. There was a ton of blood. Everywhere. Coop still hadn't connected that it was his blood. He calmly laid his head back down, closing his eyes to try and dull the throbbing ache in the back of his head. The pain shooting through his head and making his eyes sear was excruciating, but he couldn't feel any pain anywhere else. In fact, now that he thought about it, he was actually incredibly tired. Maybe if he closed his eyes and tried to sleep, the pain in his head would go away. It seemed to be working for everything else.

As Coop started to slip into his oblivion, he was momentarily distracted by two distinct popping sounds and a shimmer of white to his left. Coop knew he should recognize those sounds and the light, but he can't be bothered to think about it. It hurts too much. Out of nowhere he can feel hands grabbing at his face, and fingers prying his eyelids open against his will. Suddenly, there was too much light and movement for his eyes to take in, that the stabbing pain returns full force, and he shudders trying to get away.

"Hold still, Coop," he finally hears filter down from what sounds like a long funnel. "You can't jerk around like that. You're already injured enough as it is. Just keep your eyes open; don't fall asleep. Coop! Don't you dare, gods damn you!"

Hera then. It had to be Hera. No other immortal left in this cycle would damn him while he was dying. Coop tried to focus on keeping his eyes open so he could see her clearly. He was right, it was Hera. And Thena was right behind her. "Good. Ok, good, Coop. Keep your eyes open. Talk to me, focus on something. Athena! Go get the others, quick! We have to figure out something to do. We can't lose Coop again. Not this soon," she shouted at a rapid pace. Thena immediately nodded and stood, closing her eyes for a brief second, before the popping sound happened again followed by the flash of light. And she was gone.

Well, that was nice while it lasted. Coop closed his eyes again, knowing he couldn't keep them open long enough for the others to come back. "Gods DAMNIT, Coop. Don't you leave us. Don't you dare leave me! Coop. Coop! Eros, you get your arse back here now! Don't make me order you. EROS," she screamed, as everything faded to black, the final wail out of her mouth following him for a while, until it was all just nothing. Black. And nothing.