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valdez-and-the-argo-crew · 4 years

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God!Percy Fic Chapter 1

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10 years went by all too quick, but of course I hardly noticed. The only thing that kept me aware of the passage of time was how many people I knew didn’t come back to camp, whether it be from quests gone wrong or by choice.

I’d kind of taken over Dionysus’s old job here at camp. Chiron thought it would be good for me, seeing as I was so hasty to accept immortality, I deserved some sort of time out. Some time away to learn to not be too quick to say yes. I’m allowed to leave, go do other godly things but what is there to do? So I just stay here and train heroes.

The gods had started claiming more of their kids these days, after two demigods confronted them at the end of some big quest they were on. Now we get a lot more diversity with the godly parents here at camp. Makes it a lot harder to choose teams for capture the flag apparently. The captains have to level skill with numbers, for example, the Hecate kids are great but there’s only 2 of them, versus the 15 or so Aphrodite kids.

Today, I’m teaching sword fighting to the Hermes cabin and the Nemesis cabin.

“Alright welcome to your first sword class of the summer.” I paused and looked around. I noticed a few confused looking kids glancing around. “It’s nice to see some old faces, but to those of you who don’t know me, I’m Percy, and I will be teaching you all about how no to die.”

That got a chuckle out of a few people. One young kid, maybe about 6 years old looked up at me. He was a new camper but he caught my attention. He had dark black hair, which made him stand out against his blonde cabin mates. Perhaps he just hasn’t been claimed

“Mister Percy?” He paused and looked around the arena. “Are we gonna use real swords?”

I smiled and pulled riptide from my pocket, pulling off the cap and tossing the sword up just a bit. I caught it and looked at the kid. His jaw had dropped and he was looking at the sword with dazed awe.

“We are absolutely using real swords.” I said. “Now, you older campers go find armor and help the newbies with theirs. Jacob?” I looked at the head counselor of the Hermes cabin, a 16 year old named Jacob Martinez. “Help the little ones get swords that are weighted correctly”

Jacob nodded and led the younger demigods to the armory in the back of the arena. I watched the campers scatter and find armor that fit. I looked down at riptide and remembered my first sword lesson with Luke in this very arena. It seemed like only yesterday he was just an 18 year old teaching me how to parry and block on my first day of camp.

Thinking of Luke made me think of Annabeth. We’re on okay terms these days, however we don’t really talk much. She stays the year at Camp Jupiter, which I had no clue existed until recently, because I guess they were our rivals until now. Someone needs to catch my up on all the godly things I should know, I’m starting to feel a little left out.

I laughed to myself, because I’m a funny guy who thinks funny things. Eventually, though, my thoughts shifted back to Annabeth.

Annabeth was supposed to come back soon, since the summer session had started here, but sometimes she got held up. I didn’t hold it against her if she was late because I was always just happy to see her.

“Alright, we’re ready, Percy,” Jacob called from across the arena as he finished fastening a kids chest plate. I looked at him, letting my thoughts about Annabeth fade away.

“Alright kids, ready?” I asked, getting an enthusiastic nod from the newbies and shrugs from the returning campers. I showed the new campers how to hold their blade, how to stand and how to swing properly. Soon the sound of metal glancing off armor filled the air as the lessons begun.

At the end of the day, after all the days activities, I went to walk by the beach while the campers ate dinner. I could smell the offering fire from here, though it wasn’t a godly thing, it’s just because it was really strongly scented. Only gods up on Olympus get the privilege of the offerings in the fire.

I dug my toes into the sand as I paced back and fourth. I willed the water to get my feet wet as I walked. It was calming in a sense, made me feel connected to the mortal world, even though it had always been an ability of mine to stay dry. Just Poseidon things, ya know?

The sound was still tonight, and the moon reflected beautifully on its surface. I had once been in awe of how my dad was the god of all of the earth’s oceans, but now... I can almost understand. I’m by no means a major god, and I don’t have much control over anything except water, but the world and everything in it made sense to me now, in a way it never had before.

I stopped pacing and just stared out to the horizon, letting myself relax for the first time in a while.

I was quickly pulled back into reality by a gentle tug at my sleeve. It was the young kid from the Hermes cabin from earlier.

“Oh hey kiddo.” I knelt down to his level. “Jamie, isn’t it?” He smiled and nodded. He had a little gap in between his front two teeth.

“What are you doing here, why you in the dining pavilion?” I asked. Jamie looked down.

“I’m homesick,” Jamie frowned.

I didn’t know how to respond. I’m not fantastic with little kids.

“I have an older brother named Percy back at home.” Jamie continued. He looked up at me. “So I wanted to talk to you because he’s like you.”

I was a bit caught off guard by the little boy’s sentiment. I ruffled Jamie’s hair gently and stood up. “Still, buddy, it’s dinner time. I know it sucks to miss someone at home but...You could get to know your new siblings here. I know Jacob, your head counselor, loves meeting new kids. Come on, I’ll walk you back.”

“Only if you sit with me!” Jamie said.

“I guess there’s no harm in that...” I said. I really didn’t know why the rules about what table we sat at mattered. Tradition, I guess.

Jamie beamed and grabbed my hand as he lead me through the dunes and back up the path towards the pavilion. Chiron gave me an odd look as I was dragged past the head table and towards the Hermes table. All I could do was shrug as Jamie tugged me away.

“Okay I’m back!” Jamie announced proudly to his siblings at the table, who evidently had no idea he’d been gone.

“I see you are...And I see you’ve brought back a guest.” Jacob laughed, looking at me.

I simply shrugged, not sure what to say.

“Percy reminds me of my older brother at home, the one who isn’t a half blood.” Jamie said, clinging to my arm. I wasn’t used to small kids being attached to me, metaphorically or physically like Jamie was right now.

“Well...welcome to our table!” Jacob laughed as he passed over a platter of various types of bread rolls and extra goblet for me. I asked the goblet for blue soda, and took a roll off the platter. I looked over at the fire, and considered throwing the roll in...but I’m a god too and I deserve this.

“So,” Jacob began, looking at the new campers. “How was your first day of camp half blood”

The new campers, especially the younger ones, started to go on and on about the camp.

“I almost died!” Exclaimed a girl excitedly.

“Not as much as I almost died!” A younger girl countered.

Jamie started recounting his day bit by bit, adding his own commentary on thing like the lake (“the water girls are pretty”) or the volleyball courts (“but why is there normal volleyball at a magic camp?”). It was funny to hear about the camp through the eyes of a six year old.

“I wish my god dad would claim me though. That must be cool.” Jamie sighed.

Even though I’d considered this fact, it was still strange to hear. Usually people get claimed before they even get to camp now. “You don’t know your godly parent yet?”

Jamie shook his head. Jacob smiled and hit his hand on Jamie’s shoulder.

“It shouldn’t be much longer, no need to worry,” Jacob assured. “The gods made a promise a few years ago to the demigods that bridged the gab between the Greeks and the romans. All of the kids like us are supposed to get claimed as soon as possible.”

“Wait...There are Roman half bloods too!?” Jamie looked wide eyed. “Do they live in Rome? I went there last year with my mom.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh you have no idea buddy. I once met a kid who followed the path of the Egyptian gods. Carter, I think his name was. And my friend Annabeth met his sister Sadie. There are all kinds of gods out there. Most of them live here in America, however.” I said. I took a sip of my soda as Jamie processed that information.

“That is sooo cool! I want to meet a god one day!” Jamie claimed excitedly. “I wonder what gods look like...”

Jacob shot me a look that Jamie couldn’t see, almost to say ‘Should we tell him?’

I shook my head in response. Only the year round campers knew I was a god, and there weren’t too many year rounders lately. It was just mainly the head counselors and a few stragglers that had nowhere else to go. I didn’t really want it being public that I’d given up all this to become selfishly immortal.

I turned back to the conversation, listening to one of the Hermes girls talk about how she got to camp last year. I tried to look like I was paying attention but I got lost in my thoughts, thinking about what I’d sacrificed 10 years ago.

I sighed and looked back out to the ocean beyond the borders of camp. The ocean was still calm, as it had been for a while. No impending threats, no freak storms... it did feel good not to have another world ending war.

I looked down at Jamie, who was still hugging my arm as he ate an apple. I could see how out of place was with these Hermes kids. They all had similar features to a certain extent, but Jamie was just not like them. He was also the youngest, by a year or two, probably making it hard to relate to everyone else.

He looked up at me and gave me a toothy grin before turning back to the rest of the demigods at the table.

Once dinner was done, I followed everyone out to the fire pit for sing alongs. I hadn’t partaken in any of these for a few years, but I figured I could let loose. I laughed and sang and watched the fire get brighter and brighter. I almost felt like a camper again. Almost.

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welcometophu · 4 years

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Into the Split: Avalanche 4

Twinned Book 3: Into the Split

Avalanche 4

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It’s not hot out, but it’s definitely warmer than it has been the last few days. Nikolai feels the chill in the air, but the sun warms him, and when he asks if there’s a lake nearby, Alaric is more than happy to take him there.

Alaric leads the way as a hound, padding along a path with his nose to the ground. Nikolai walks hand in hand with Seth, fingers tangled and relaxed. They have towels—actual towels—looped over their arms, along with shorts they were given specifically to use as swim trunks. It seems like a complete luxury to be able to plan to swim and not be doing it in order to wash their underwear.

“We have showers,” Nikita points out. She and Heather trail slightly behind, with Nikita wrapped in a thick, heavy wool jacket, and Heather still wearing a hat and mittens. “We don’t need to go bathe in the lake.”

“Alaric said it’s a swimming hole,” Seth counters, nudging his glasses up his nose. “And the point isn’t bathing. Although yes, a day warm enough to submerge in a lake was always good when we were on the road. You interrupted our last one.”

Nikolai squeezes his hand. “There aren’t always a lot of things I look back on happily from the last few years, but getting a chance to swim is one of them. It’ll be cold, but it’ll be worth it.”

Alaric barks sharply and takes off running. The rush of water sounds in the distance, and Nikolai guesses that the path leads directly there. There’s no real risk of getting lost at this point.

Nikita wraps her arms around her middle. “I still think you’re nuts.”

“You said you want to know more about the life you’ve been dreaming,” Nikolai points out. He gestures down the path. “If you remember it, this is one of the things you were dreaming about. There’s no better way to learn about my life than to live it. Trust us, okay? It’ll be worth it,” he repeats.

She’s not convinced—he can tell by the way her nose wrinkles and her lips purse—but she and Heather still follow slowly.

The afternoon sun bears down on them as the path widens to the edge of a swimming hole. There’s a small waterfall—maybe a few feet high—emptying into it on one side, and the river ambles off on the other side. The pool itself is twice as wide as it is long, as if something dug deep long ago. Old leaves flow quickly along the far side, showing where the current runs, but the closer part of the pool lies quiet, water gently lapping at the rocky beach.

Heather strips off her mittens and shoves them into the pockets of her thick sweater. She crouches down a little away from the water, picks up a rock to look at it, then drops it before picking up another rock. She turns it around several times in her fingers, and stares out over the water.

Alaric paddles by, barking, and she waves for him to keep going.

As soon as Alaric is out of the way, she pulls her hand back, then flicks her wrist, the stone flying out and striking the water, skipping off the surface for several hops before it plunks and disappears.

She slowly straightens up, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Only seven. I’m out of practice.” She shoves her hands in her pockets as she turns. “We used to go camping a lot in the summers. My parents are both teachers, so they had summer off, and we’d hit the road as soon as schools were closed. I learned how to skip rocks, and my dad had to swim in every lake or river we saw, no matter how cold it was. He’d insist it would invigorating, and mom would laugh all afternoon when he complained later about being cold.” She grins. “So don’t mind me if I don’t go in; I’m just here to laugh when you comment on the cold because you’re too stubborn to back down.”

That is absolutely the most Heather’s said since arriving. And the first time she hasn’t tried to be a calming influence.

Seth tilts his head. “I’m beginning to think I might like you.”

“Nikita thinks you are me,” Heather counters.

“Teach me how to do that.” He gestures at the rocks, then the pool as he crouches down. “What kind of rock am I looking for?”

“Flat. Light, although sometimes the heavy ones go further if you do it just right.” Heather points, and Seth picks up the rock she indicates. “Did you change your mind about going in?”

“Because you’re teasing us? Definitely not.” Seth bites his lip as he mimics the throw Heather made; the rock flies out and kerplops in the river. “I just want to know how you do that.”

“Hey.” Nikolai touches Seth’s shoulder to get his attention, then leans down to kiss the top of his head. “Join me when you’re ready. I’m going in.”

Seth waves him off, and it feels strange to walk away. Seth’s leaning in toward where Heather crouches as well, showing him how to hold the rock. Nikita follows Nikolai to the edge of the water. She shivers dramatically as he strips down to his swim trunks.

“I still think you’re nuts,” she says.

Nikolai steps to the edge, lets the frigid water lap against his toes. It’s cold, definitely. Running water always is, and he figures this river is probably snow melt coming down from the mountains. He shudders a little at the thought of it, but he doesn’t want to give Nikita the satisfaction of proving her right, so he takes several more quick steps forward.

Which is all great, until the rocks under his feet simply disappear, and he loses his footing and slides down, submerged beneath the cold.

He comes up sputtering and shaking his head to get his hair out of his face. Alaric paddles by, splashing him, and Nikolai instinctively sends a wash of water back at him. Alaric barks and rolls over in the water, belly up for a brief moment before he paddles away again.

“How is it?” Seth calls out from where he crouches at the edge, another rock in his hand. He brings his hand back, lets the rock fly, and this one skims the water twice before dropping beneath the surface. Heather squeezes Seth’s shoulder, and even from this distance Nikolai can feel Heather’s approval and Seth’s pleasure at learning the new trick.

Nikolai drops beneath the surface again, letting himself fall down until his toes graze the rocks at the bottom. He swims into the center, then pushes past, just to the point where he can feel the beginnings of the pull of the current. He surfaces then, and pushes his hair back. “Not bad,” he calls back. “The current’s cold, and the shallow edges are cold. When you get in the center, there’s some warmth at the deepest part. Come on in, Seth!”

Seth holds up a hand. “In a minute,” he agrees, as he tries skipping another rock.

Nikolai rolls over to float on his back, arms and legs spread out, letting the warmth of the spring sun beat down on him. He closes his eyes, feels movement around him as Alaric swims. It’s easy to lose track of time like this, and when he catches himself drifting into cooler water, he turns to swim back toward shore.

Alaric has climbed out and lies on his side on the ground, panting as he relaxes in the sun. One ear twitches, and he whines slightly as he sleeps. Seth treads water in the middle of the pool. He’s still shivering, like he got in only a moment ago, and Nikolai wonders if Seth swimming closer was the current he felt.

Doesn’t matter. Nikolai’s happy to meet him there in the middle and wrap his arms around him, kissing him slowly. They linger over the kiss, and Nikolai holds Seth close when they finally part.

Seth gets a hand on top of his head and shoves him under the water.

“Oh, so that’s what we’re doing?” Nikolai asks when he surfaces. He pushes through the water, chasing Seth as they play tag, taking turns dunking eat other. They splash, and when Nikita yells from the small beach to watch out, they purposefully splash towards her and Heather instead of each other.

It’s fun, but it’s exhausting, and eventually Nikolai motions to Seth and they both swim back to the shore, slogging across mud and wet rocks once the water goes shallow.

Nikolai falls onto the towel, stretching out. Nikita tosses a second towel at him, and he uses it to wipe his face. “Thank you,” he says.

“You’re welcome,” Alaric rumbles, back to human again. “In my world, I spent a lot of time here with my twin and my best friends. Spring and fall are good for swimming, even if it’s cold.”

“Still think you’re nuts,” Nikita says.

They end up stretched out across a set of towels. Seth’s head is on Nikolai’s stomach, and Nikolai combs his fingers through Seth’s thick curls as if he can dry them by touching them. Nikita lies with her head on Alaric’s lap and her feet on Nikolai’s calves, with Heather curled in close to her.

Nikita twitches, tapping at Nikolai with her toes. “Do you ever think about what if we were real twins?” she asks.

Nikolai isn’t sure the question makes sense. “Why?” He closes his eyes, the sun making the insides of his eyelids red instead of pure darkness, so he throws an arm across his face to block it out. “We aren’t from the same world. We aren’t twins; essentially, we think we’re the same person. Right?”

“Metaphysically, I guess, yes,” Nikita agrees. “I just. Like. My sister Tammy is so much older than me, okay? She’s like Pawel’s age. She’s an adult, already graduated ages ago, and she just had a baby with her husband. She’s an adult doing way more adultier things than I am. And when I was a kid—when the Emergence happened—she already seemed like an adult then, too. I guess she’s a little younger than Pawel. She was a senior in high school when the Emergence happened, and I think he was already at PHU. But I was ten years old. She wasn’t someone I could play with. We were kind of like only children who happened to live in the same house. So I just. Sometimes since we got here I think about what if we’d grown up together. Like twins.”

“It doesn’t matter because you can’t go back in time and change it,” Seth points out practically.

“It sounds lonely,” Nikolai says at the same time. He sits up, dislodging Seth just enough that Nikolai can frame his face with his hands and lean in to press their foreheads together. Seth grins and kisses him, then rolls away, grabbing a bag he brought that probably has snacks.

“It was,” Nikita admits. “Being at PHU is like having a whole family I didn’t get while growing up.”

“We are in really different places,” Nikolai admits quietly. He takes the muffin Seth hands him, biting into the maple sweetness. “I had that family, even though Mikhail and Josef are older than me. I’ve been friends with Seth since we were really small. Before the Split happened, so probably before your Emergence happened, too. We’ve always had each other, so I never got the chance to be lonely. That’s a terrible thing for a Dreamwalker to be.”

Heather coughs and Alaric grumbles. Nikita rolls onto her side and looks out over the swimming hole.

“You were lonely enough that you punched through reality to get to me,” Nikolai says quietly.

No one says a word, but he knows that’s what they were all thinking.

He rolls to his feet, stays in a crouch, fingers drifting over the damp sand and rocks. “You don’t get to take me home to be the twin you never had,” he tells her.

It puts a whole new spin on this idea that Nikita thinks that he’ll go home with them. That Nikita wants to somehow save him by getting him out of this world.

It’s a lot less altruistic, anyway.

Alaric sits up abruptly. “Pawel’s coming,” he says.

Nikita rolls over, looks at Nikolai. “I’m not trying to kidnap you,” she whispers, as Heather drags her fingers through Nikita’s hair.

“If they mentioned swimming, they’ll be right here.” Ethan leads the way as Pawel follows. “Hey, Alaric. I figured you knew about this place.”

Alaric grumbles.

“Coming down to swim?” Seth asks. He offers the small fabric sack he holds in his hands, and Pawel takes a muffin from it while Ethan waves him off.

“Too cold,” Ethan says, crouching down next to Seth and Nikolai.

“Right?” Nikita asks.

Pawel stays standing, idly eating the muffin while looking out over the water. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He pauses for another bite before adding, “We came with news.”

“What kind of news?” Alaric asks.

“There are two Technopaths in Havenhill,” Pawel says. He gestures with the muffin as he eats, directing his attention to Nikolai to explain, “A Technopath is a Talent who works with technology. At home, we have Sera, who is able to ingest technology and it becomes a part of her.”

“She eats TVs or something?” Seth asks.

“Not exactly. I’m not entirely sure how it happens, but I do know from prior conversations with her that she has managed to take in a smartphone and a printer at minimum, and that she has a permanent connection to our world’s wireless network,” Pawel says. “However, Sera is not here with us, and neither of the Technopaths of Havenhill appears to be her analog in this world.”

“We did talk to Amerika and Shamir,” Ethan says. “We were wondering if the Technopaths might still be able to connect with each other, including those outside of Havenhill. And yes, it turns out they can.”

“Amerika was quite surprised to discover that the network was still there, that she could reach out to it. Shamir was far less surprised at its existence, and he was instrumental in determining that Technopaths around the world have built their own space within the human networks,” Pawel explains. He crouches down, idly picks up a rock and turns it over in his fingers. For a moment Nikolai swears he’ll start eating it, like the muffin that’s gone now, but Pawel shifts his stance and throws the rock out, skipping it easily across the river.

“Wait.” Seth holds both hands up. “Go back. You said around the world.”

Pawel stays crouched, his elbows on his knees. “You sound surprised.”

“There’s a part of me that wondered if this was just local. Or just our country, and maybe if we went far enough north or south things would change,” Seth admits. “If this started because a Dreamwalker—”

“I didn’t start this,” Nikita interrupts.

Seth gives her a dark look. “I didn’t say you did. This started a long time before you went looking for Nikolai. My point is, Dreamwalkers create the breaks between here and where the Shadows lie, and if it’s this widespread, that’s a lot of Dreamwalkers. And a big Split.”

Nikolai isn’t surprised, not at all. It’s always felt this big. It’s always felt like the whole world was involved, and he couldn’t imagine it being any other way. He can’t imagine that there are still places out there where things are normal; it seems more reasonable to think that the Shadows are everywhere in the world.

“It’s global,” Pawel says quietly. “We know that much now, and Shamir and Amerika will learn more over time, I’m certain. They are working on creating links to other Technopaths, and to finding ways into trusted networks so that Havenhill can become a part of the outside world again.”

“Alia must love that,” Alaric mutters.

“She’s not thrilled,” Ethan admits. “Mom’s been talking to her, and if anyone can turn her around, it’s Mom. They work best together. Alia tempers Mom’s enthusiasm. Mom makes sure Alia keeps pushing our limits as a community.”

The sun drifts behind a cloud, and shadows spread across the beach. Nikolai suppresses a shiver; it’s time to get dressed if it’s going to cool off this abruptly. He reaches for his discarded clothes and starts pulling them on.

“Are you just trying to get news from elsewhere, or is there something we want this Technopath network to do?” Heather asks. “It does seem like a risk, opening news of Havenhill up like that.”

“Shamir doesn’t think the humans can get into Technopath spaces on the network,” Ethan says. “He used to work in computer security years ago, before the Split, and he said the protections in place are magical, not technological.”

Pawel rises slowly, starts walking toward the path and the treeline surrounding the beach.

“It’s getting colder; let’s go back,” Nikita says. She pushes to standing, pulls Heather up so she can lean into her, Heather’s arms wrapping around her.

The shadows seem to be closing in on them, thicker than the clouds in the sky above. Nikolai’s skin pricks, and he reaches for Seth without thinking, grateful when Seth’s fingers cling to his. “I don’t think this is—”

“Yeah,” Ethan agrees quickly. “Someone grab Pawel.”

Pawel is already halfway to the trees, where shadows seem to dart and move, twisting around the tree trunks in a way that seems sentient. Like Shadows have come within the wards, but they aren’t attacking, just staying out of reach as Pawel slowly approaches.

Alaric becomes the hound and bounds forward, knocking into Pawel’s knees. Pawel stumbles, looks down as he falls to his knees. The sky brightens and Mattie emerges from the trees as the shadows drift away in the blooming sunlight.

Nikolai still feels like his skin is too tight, like something’s going to happen.

“They can’t get in,” Mattie calls out. “But they want to.” She looks at Pawel, smiles softly. “She wants to.”

Pawel stays where he is, one hand in the sand. “We should go back,” he says.

Nikolai glances at Seth, and Seth nods. “You go back,” Nikolai says. “Seth and I want to do something before we go.”

Pawel’s expression twists sour. “We should stay with you.”

“We were fine on our own before you barged into our lives; we’ll be fine here now inside of Havenhill’s wards,” Seth insists. He waves at the path. “Go. It’ll be easier if we’re on our own.”

“Oh, it’s that kind of thing,” Nikita says cheerfully.

Alaric looks at her doubtfully, but his ears go pink. Heather laughs, the sound strained, and Ethan grabs Pawel’s arm and pulls.

“We should leave them alone,” Mattie murmurs, her voice low and sibilant. “They want privacy, and they’ll be safe here.” She looks back at them. “There’s nothing but light left around them.”

Which is exactly the point.

“You saw them, right?” Seth asks, as the others go out of sight.

“I did.” Writhing in the trees, like the remnants of that dream Nikolai shared with Nikita in Del’s dreamlands. Nikolai squeezes Seth’s hands, and he calls the brightness of dreams to wrap around them, and together they let the light sparkle and spread over the area.

This is Havenhill, and there is no way in hell that they’re letting the Shadows in.

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Cait: Solestretched out her arms as she carefully stepped along the wooden planks of themakeshift bridge, trying to make sure she balanced her weight evenly on theunstable looking planks.

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“It’s fine, would you hurry up,” Sole looked back andgestured for Cait to follow her, but the gal shook her head, there’s no way inhell she was crossing that bridge. Sole shook a little and Cait gasped out loudat the sight. She scoffed when she saw Sole wag her eyebrows at her andlaughed.

Suddenly, Sole lost her footing for real and tried to grab ontothe plank, but it snapped, sending Sole falling through the air and landing inthe water below. Cait’s eyes went wide as she processed what just happened andshe sprung into action running backwards and down the bank towards the water.Cait dived into the water, frantically searching around for Sole and when shefound her, she hooked her from under her armpit and pulled her towards theriverbank.

“Ya idiot Sole,” she muttered, pressing her hands intoSole’s chest, then putting her ear to Sole’s mouth to check for breathing.Nothing. Cait tipped Sole’s head back with a desperate sigh before putting hermouth on Sole’s, blowing a few breaths into her mouth, before she continuedpushing on her chest. Sole breathed out heavily, choking out bits of water andmud from her lungs.

“Will ya quit scarin’ me,” Cait joked as she nudged Sole,making her laugh a little, before she coughed some more.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise it would break,”

“Really, ye couldn’t tell from that flimsy piece of wood?”Cait laughed, “It doesn’t matter, what matters is that yer alive and if youever scare me like that again, I’ll break ya arm,”

Curie: “Are yousure this is a short cut?” Curie asked as they both trudged through an oldpipe, trying to sneak into a well defended Raider camp. Sole nodded, movingforward through the pipe, trying to avoid the deeper puddles of water.

“It’s just through here,” Sole said but as she steppedforward she hadn’t noticed that the floor was missing in that section and shefell through the hole, landing in a massive pool of water below.

“Sole!” Curie shouted, her voice reverberating through thePipe, surely to alert every raider in the place. As a raider spotted Curie shejumped into the hole in the ground, landing in the water below. She emerged fromthe water almost instantly gasping for air for a couple of seconds, “Sole?” shecalled out again, looking around. She noticed Sole’s back sticking up out ofthe water and it frightened the hell out of her.

She swam quickly towards Sole, dragging her body over to alittle ledge with a broken doorway coming off it. She struggled but she didmanage to pull Sole out of the water and lay her down on the concrete ledge.Using the knowledge that she had acquired, from spending eighty plus yearsstuck in Vault 81, Curie carefully positioned Sole’s body to get her ready forCPR. She proceeded to gently put her mouth on Sole’s blowing quick breaths intoher mouth.

Sole woke up and leaned to the side, coughing up the waterthat had seeped into her lungs, followed by a lot of heavy but short breaths.

“Oh! Thank god!” Curie said relieved as she leant back, releasinga long breath she’d been holding in. Sole took some more deep breaths, tryingto return their beating heart rate back to a normal pace.

“I didn’t see the hole,” Sole finally said, letting out alaugh with it, “Never trust me with shortcuts,” she joked, and Curie laughed.In the end she was just glad that Sole was alright.

Danse: Solelooked over to Danse, who was getting ready to jump out of the Vertibird. Shenodded to him and they both jumped out of the flaming aircraft. It had been hitby a raider with a missile launcher that killed the pilot immediately onimpact, leaving Sole and Danse to jump or crash land. Neither option ideal.Luckily, they happened to be flying near a pond at the time.

Sole hit the water first, sending the water into the air asher body disappeared underneath it. Danse, being in power armour avoided thedeep water and jet packed over to dry land. He looked over to where Solelanded, but she hadn’t remerged from the water and he started to panic alittle. He quickly climbed out of his power armour and dived into the lake,swimming as fast as he could over to where Sole had landed. He pushed himselfunder the water, his eyes widening when he saw Sole floating in the water. Hegrabbed a hold of her, pulling her up to the surface, before swimming back tothe shore with her in his arms.

“Sole?” he panicked as they didn’t wake up when her body hitthe dry land. He put his hand on their chest, pressing down a few times beforetilting her head back and pinching the bridge of her nose, breathing into hermouth. A few minutes had passed but he wasn’t going to give up, no way. He puthis mouth on Sole’s again, breathing into her mouth, “C’mon, come back to me,”he muttered.

Sole’s body convulsed as she coughed up some water and alittle seaweed, spitting it out on the ground beside her.

“It’s good to have you back soldier,” Danse sighed inrelief, sitting down next to Sole, who had pulled herself up. Sole looked overto Danse and smiled, laughing a little. He didn’t know what she was laughingabout, she almost died.

“Thanks,” she finally said, leaning towards him, makingDanse’s heart flutter in his chest. She brushed her finger through his hair,pulling out a long piece of seaweed. She pulled herself off the ground standingup, “We’d better keep moving.”

Deacon: The floorcreaked under Sole and Deacon’s weight as they carefully stepped through an oldbuilding. They were investigating the disappearance of a missing synth andtheir search had lead them to this place, although now Deacon was starting tofeel uneasy.

“Something doesn’t feel right,” he said as Sole walkedthrough another broken doorway, making her way to the middle of the room.

“I was thinking th- aahhhh!” Sole screamed as the oldfloorboards gave out from underneath her, sending her falling a couple ofstories, landing in a flooded basement. But it wasn’t just a flooded basement,it must have been the basement and the first floor because the water was deeperthan she expected.

“SOLE!” Deacon shouted as she fell, he rushed forward,stopping just before he reached the now gaping hole in the ground. He wasthinking fast, spinning around on his heel as he ran back through thecorridors, running down the stairs to the floor where Sole had landed. The doorwas blocked with a couple of planks of wood, but Deacon lodged his gun betweenthe wood and the door, yanking the pieces of wood off and tossing them to theground.

He burst through the door, noticing Sole’s body slumped upon a pile of rubbish in the corner. She’d managed to pull herself up a little,but she’d passed out from the amount of water she’d swallowed.

Deacon tossed his gun to the side before he swam towardsSole, pulling her back through the door and carefully putting her body onto theground. He took his glasses off, so they wouldn’t get in the way before heleaned down and put his mouth over Sole’s, holding their nose closed. Solecoughed as she sat up, spitting the water all over herself. She was shaking, soDeacon leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into hischest.

“You’re alright,” he said soothingly as he stroked her wethair with his fingers.

“It was a trap,” Sole shook in his arms, “You were right,”

“Shhh, we’ll deal with that fact later, right now, we’remaking sure that you’re okay.”

Gage: “It’s nowor never,” Sole announced, looking back over her shoulder as the Deathclawsprinted towards them. Sole and Gage had been wandering around when they’dawoken a sleeping Deathclaw, not having enough support, armour or ammo to killit without leaving them completely vulnerable. It had chased them to a smallcliff, below them was a large pond filled with sparking blue water.

“For fucks sake boss,” Gage muttered. Sole reached for hishand, squeezing it in her own before they both jumped into the lake below. Theycrashed into the water and Gage had lost grip of Sole’s hand, floating back upto the surface and he gasped for air. He coughed a little before he noticedSole hadn’t resurfaced yet.

“Sole?” He called out, flapping about in the water as helooked in all directions for her. He took a deep breath before he dived backunderwater spotting Sole floating near the rocks. He frantically swam towardsher, yanking her under her arm and pulling her to the surface before he quicklyswam to the nearest pier.

Sole’s body was lifeless as it hit the pier, making Gagefear for the worst. He tried to resuscitate Sole by firmly placing his hands onher chest and pressing a couple of times before he gave her mouth to mouth.

“Boss,” he sighed in relief as Sole choked up some dirtywater, throwing her head back when she finished.

“Thanks,” Sole croaked out as Gage held out his hand,offering to pick her up from the ground, which she accepted.

“Anytime boss,” he said sounding rather calm, although onthe inside he was freaking out.

Hancock: “C’mon,it says the treasure is right over there,” Sole pointed to the deep blue waterin front of her as she looked over at Hancock, who was shaking his head. They’dfound a message in a bottle, that lead them to what Sole believed was realtreasure, the only thing was, it was in the water.

“I don’t know about this Sole,” Hancock informed, lighting acigarette and taking a drag of it. He offered Some to Sole but she shook herhead, “how do you know that old note can be trusted?” Sole shrugged.

“I’m going in, you can wait here if you want,” Sole offered,and Hancock looked over to her as she was taking off her heavy jacker andarmour, leaving it on the beach.

“I was planning to,”

Sole walked into the shallow water before diving in,disappearing under the water. Hancock flicked some of the ashes from hiscigarette to the ground as he waited for Sole. But time was passing by and Solestill wasn’t back yet and Hancock started to worry.

“Sole?” He called out, but nothing, no reply. He flicked thecigarette into the water before taking off his jacket, his boots and hit hat,putting them beside Sole’s clothes and he followed her into the water. He wasshocked when he found Sole under the water, their trousers being caught on abit of rusted metal that had broken off a sunken boat. He ripped her free andused all of his might to drag her back to shore, hoping that he wasn’t toolate.

“Don’t do this to me Sunshine,” he mumbled as he put hismouth on hers, his hands pressing firmly on her chest as he tried to put airback in her lungs. Sole flew up, coughing up the water she’d swallowed,spitting it all over Hancock’s shirt. Not that he cared, he was just glad theywere okay.

“I got it,” Sole said holding a small box in her hand.Inside was a jewel incrusted, gold plate lighter that she handed to Hancock,“here,” he examined it before putting it in his pocket.

“You scared the hell outta me,” he admitted, shaking hishead, “all of that for a lighter?”

“What don’t you like it?”

“If I had to chose that and your life, it would be you everytime,”

MacCready: “Do wehave to go all the way out there?” MacCready asked uneasily as he stepped insidethe small rowboat.

“Yes, we do,” Sole said as she waited for MacCready to sitdown. She handed him the oars and he rolled his eyes taking them from her androwing the boat in the direction of the large Island. Half way through theirjourney the wind had picked up and the ominous green clouds covered the skyonce blue sky and made it an unsettling grey mixed with different shades ofgreen. A radstorm. MacCready groaned loudly in annoyance as the waves slappedagainst the side of the boat, rocking it from side to side.

Unexpectedly, the waves got bigger and more ferocious. Solegripped the sides of the boat as she looked worriedly over to MacCready. Onelarge wave struck the boat, sending it flying over. The last thing MacCready heardbefore he hit the water was the pained sound of Sole’s scream as the boatlanded on top of her.

MacCready peeked his head out from the freezing water,frantically trying to drag air into his lungs as he breathed. A small islandwas nearby and that’s where he spotted Sole, she’d washed up on the island. He quicklyswam towards her, pulling his frozen self onto the island, next to Sole. Only,she wasn’t breathing. He put his ear to her chest as he waited for the sound ofher heartbeat and there was one, but it was very weak. MacCready moved Sole’swet hair from her face as he settled himself next to her, putting his hands onher chest, over her heart. He pushed down a few times, leaning back in ahearing her heartbeat. He then pressed open mouth to hers, desperate to get herto wake up.

After a few repeated steps, Sole sprang up, her hands flyingto her stomach as she wheezed, throwing water from her mouth and onto her lap. MacCreadyran his fingers through his hair as he watched Sole continuously cough up waterbefore taking a few deep breaths. Sole choked back a few sobs as she lookedover at a distressed MacCready.

“Hey it’s alright,” he said shuffling closer to her,wrapping an arm around her shoulder and she rested her head on his shoulder.

“I should have listened to you,” she whispered, and he shookhis head.

“You couldn’t have known,” he reassured.

Nick: (Let’s pretendthere are still fish in the Commonwealth)

Nick threw his fishing line back in the water, afterflawlessly catching yet another fish. He tossed it in the bucket with the otherones he’d caught before he looked over at Sole who was struggling to catchanything.

“How are you so good at this?” Sole asked with a pout, stillwaiting for something, anything to hook onto the fishing line. Nick chuckled ather.

“I guess old Nicky boy was good at fishing,” he replied,referring to his pre-war self. Sole’s eyes lit up as she felt something hookonto her fishing rod. She tried reeling it in but whatever it was, was fightingher back. Suddenly, Sole was yanked forward into the water, hitting her head onthe pier in the process before disappearing underneath it as she was draggedalong by whatever had been baited. Nick sprang out of his seat immediately andhe tossed his pole to the side, removing his jacket, his shoes and his hatbefore she jumped into the water.

His glowing eyes lit up in the water as he frantically searchedfor Sole, finding her lying in the water. She rushed towards her, wrapped hisarms around her waist as he resurfaced with her in his arms. He wanted to getout of the lake as quick as possible in case whatever had taken her, decided tocome back again. As Nick pulled her onto the pier, he hoped the water hadn’t doneany long-term effects, to Sole and himself.

He didn’t know if his worn-down hands where capable ofhelping him perform CPR, but he was going to try anyway. His metal handspressed into Sole’s chest and he pushed down firmly, trying to kickstart herbreathing. He then opened her mouth and pinched her nose, closing the spacebetween them as he gave her mouth to mouth.

“Come on kid,” he mumbled, repeating his previous steps acouple of times. With the amount of water Sole choked back out, they must haveswallowed a lot and quickly. Sole groaned as she sat up, rubbing her head.

“What was that?” She asked groggily, her head pounding in theback of her skull from where it had hit the decks of the pier.

“No clue and I don’t think we should stick around to findout,”

Piper: “I can’tbelieve you are actually bathing in a pond,” Piper said as she sat on the grassbeside the pond. Sole rolled her eyes and continued to wash the dirt and bloodfrom her body and hair. Sole didn’t actually wash herself in ponds or lakesoften, but she had a pretty close up fight with a super mutant and his guts wereall up in her hair and she couldn’t stand the thought of it. She took a coupleof steps forward not realising that the water was a couple of feet deeper. Solelost her footing and started floundering around in the water.

Piper was looking down at a magazine when it happened but assoon as she heard the splashing, she tossed it to the side and stood up, herheart increasing its speed as she laid her eyes on a drowning Sole. She took ofher hat and coat before she leapt into the water, performing a breaststroketowards Sole. She plunged herself into the water, grabbing Sole and swimmingback towards the grassy bank.

Piper put her hands between Sole’s breasts, hovering overher heart as she pushed firmly on her chest, knocking some air back into her.She took a shaky breath before closing the space between herself and Sole, blowinginto her mouth a couple of times and repeating the process. Sole spat the waterout of her lungs into Piper’s face, by accident.

“You’re lucky I was worried about you,” Piper said as shewiped the regurgitated water from her face, a look of disgust evident. But, theremark made Sole laugh and wince in pain as she did, her lungs weak from the waterdamage. It was then that Piper remembered that Sole was in fact naked, shecoughed, and Sole looked down at herself and shrugged.

“I’m past embarrassment at this stage,” Sole joked and Pipergiggled before handing Sole her clothes, “Thanks…”

Preston: Mirelurkssurrounded the castle, the queen having summoned more of them when she woke upand roared into the air. Only a few remained after Sole and Preston diligentlytook them out one by one. Sole had been shooting at one of them, when anotheremerged from the ground, yanking at her ankle and dragging her underwater.

Preston quickly finished off the Mirelurk in front of him,before diving into the water to rescue a struggling Sole. He managed to catchup to the Mirelurk hitting it in the face with the butt of his gun beforegetting a hold of Sole and pulling her up to the surface of the water.

“General stay with me,” he said as he gently tapped Sole’sface in an attempt to wake her up, but that wasn’t going to work. He pinchedthe bridge of her nose, whilst tilting her head back as he closed his mouthover hers, trying desperately to breath the life back into her. Sole gasped asshe woke up, nearly choking on the water that was brought up from her lungs.She spat it out, leaning on her side as she violently coughed.

“That was a close one,” Preston said, letting out a sigh ofrelief to see that Sole was alright, “I put you in danger by asking you to helpwith this,” he shook his head, “I’m sorry Sole,”

“No, I wanted to help, besides you saved me,” Sole repliedwith a smile before she coughed again, “I freaking hate Mirelurks.”

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