#tea's time

like, during their comas, stratt could pan a camera to see the 3 of them, and watched it obsessively? she loved her crew, and needed to know they were okay?

do you think that over time, she watched yao and ilyukhina's bodies decay, full of dread? she'd told grace he wouldn't be alone, but when he woke up, he would be?

that she broke down in tears when he woke up, because she was so relieved her dorky little scientist would be okay? and when he met rocky, because he was no longer alone?

that she jumped out of her seat whenever they made breakthroughs, or grace got hurt?

percy, who doesn't give a shit about camp and if he didn't have annabeth, would be on kronos' side.

percy, who's entire personality is a façade. he's not the kind, loyal, dashing hero he plays the part of. he's a ruthless killer who cares about nothing but annabeth and sally. his mom, who knows he's different than the sweet boy who helped an older woman bring her groceries in when he was eight.

annabeth gets stabbed all the same. percy goes and gets will.

will, who's sitting in front of where the bridge collapsed, sobbing. he doesn't want to go with percy, he's still holding onto hope that his brother is down there. he's injured and still debating how to climb down there. blood dribbling from his forehead, gashes and cuts litter his arms and legs.

percy, who grabs him by the arm, two fingers tight over a nasty cut, and pulls. percy, who drags him to the fucking bike, picks him up and drops him on it.

will, who's kicking and fighting and screaming that it's "all your fault, percy! i hate you!" because his brother is still down there, alive, and he knows it.

percy, who claps a hand on the back of his neck and lowers his head down to will's ear: "shut up and sit down. i don't care, can't you see? you're going to heal her, you hear? or i'll kill you right with your fucking brothers."

will who really, truly debates continuing to thrash and cry because he needs his brothers. who eventually stills in his seat, gaze trained at the scene beside him, tears dripping down his face.

percy smiles coldly and drives off, maybe even humming a tune. maybe that tune is the one lee would sing most often at the campfire, that would have will smiling and singing along. he may be uncharacteristically wicked, but he still notices everything.

will tells no one for years. not his siblings, not his friends, not his mom.

until those three days in the infirmary with nico.