#the romans should've known to go for the brain

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

Check the tomb in a couple days, Daryl

[apocalypseornaw]

Hunters & Marshal Stars- Part Five

Just as you and Dean are starting to realize your developing feelings can one phone call change it all?

Warnings: Cursing, making out?

Dean could hear music playing the moment he stepped into the bunker. He glanced back at Sam who simply shook his head with a smile. The bunker hadn't quite felt like home to either of them before they finally convinced you to stop moving around Bobby's old cabins and take up residence in one of the many spare rooms.

Since that day the bunker had a renewed sense of life to it. As if the very walls themselves responded to your presence. You'd joked it was the time you spent with Helena and her coven making the warding respond to you. Dean knew it was so much more than that. 

You'd always had this pull about you. He didn't want to use the word aura because in truth he didn't know too much about that sort of thing yet that word still felt right.  Even when all of you were younger you'd always managed to be able to calm any situation. He didn't know how you did it but you'd even backed John down more than once with just a few words. You were a force of nature and he hated that it took him so long to realize just how amazing you were.

Sam headed for the kitchen to put away the bags of groceries they'd gotten while Dean went in search of you. 

He walked into the library and could hear you humming along with the music and you walked through the stacks plucking books off the shelf here and there. He watched for a second with a small smile on his face. Your hair was pulled up with small pieces falling out and your reading glasses were sliding down your nose. You must be planning to be at the research for a while if you'd pulled those out.

"Your personal research or helping someone out?" He asked and half expected you to jump but he should've known you'd somehow managed to clock him being there despite seeming oblivious. You glanced over your shoulder at him with a smile "Just my own. Figured I could try to compile a list of the most common monsters we've run into and have it on hand for the hunter network"

He nodded approvingly "Sounds like something Bobby would've come up" your smile brightened at his words "Thanks for the compliment then" 

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You figured Dean would go about his own business so you headed for the table juggling the stack of books but was surprised when he reached to grab half the stack. At first you thought he was simply helping you get to the table but he sat across from you with his half and motioned to one of the legal pads lying on the table "Slide me one with a pen" 

You raised an eyebrow at Dean of all people offering to do extra research. He cut his eyes up and saw the disbelief on your face "What's that look about sweetheart?" You motioned to the books "You wanna do research? That's not even for a case?"

He shrugged one shoulder "It's helping you and other hunters. Besides, someone likes reminding me I'm not just a grunt so might as well use the brains along with the brawn right?"  You laughed lightly before holding out the pen and paper "Thank you" he nodded "Anything for you Y/N" before turning his attention to the book in front of him.

You couldn't quite pinpoint the exact moment you started falling for Dean, when you shifted from friends to a could be situation. Maybe it was being a shoulder for each other through Bobby dying. Could be the fighting against Leviathan or the fact that even when Sam stopped looking for him  when killing Dick Roman sent him to Purgatory you never did.

You'd always been in the boys corner. You fought for those you cared about. Moving in with them to the infamous batcave seemed like a natural step. It was a shelter and a possible home and base of operation for hunting and helping other hunters.

You never would've guessed moving in would strengthen your friendship with Sam as much as it had nor would you have guessed it would make you start to see Dean in a different light then just one of your closest friends.

Somewhere along the line it went from "Let's get back to the bunker" to "Let's go home" 

You couldn't sleep no matter how much you tossed and turned your brain wouldn't shut off. You eventually gave up and tossed the blanket off grabbing it to wrap around your shoulders before stepping out into the hallway.

You cursed when you glanced back at the clock before shutting your door to see it wasn't even midnight yet. That's what you got for attempting to go to bed early.

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You walked quietly down the hall towards the kitchen. You could hear Sam sleeping soundly when you passed his door but no noise came from Dean's room. You assumed he was asleep either way.

You stopped into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water then headed into the TV room or "Dean cave" as he had deemed it. You didn't want to turn the overhead fluorescent light on so you opted to flick on the rope lights you had talked Dean into adding to the room.

Once they were on you grabbed the remote and curled up on one end of the couch turning the TV on. You were flicking through channels in an attempt to find something that could possibly get your attention when you heard the door open and glanced up to see Dean standing in the doorway in a pair of black sweatpants and a dark green henley "Glad to see I'm not the only one paying for Sam wanting us to have a healthier sleep pattern"

You cracked a smile at his words then patted the cushion next to you "Plenty of room. I'm watching the mummy though" He rolled his eyes playfully as he walked across the room towards you "For what the tenth time this week?" 

You turned to stretch your legs out on the sofa before letting a smile slip onto your face "If you don't wanna watch with me go back to bed" he nodded "Point taken. I have no issue with the mummy" then motioned to how you were sitting "Where am I gonna go?"

Without considering your words you bent your legs at the knee and shrugged  "Come lay down with me. Maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both fall asleep" he seemed hesitant at first and you mentally kicked yourself for being so blunt until he said "Are you sure Y/N?"

You smiled slightly "I'm sure Dean. Not like you haven't let me use you as a pillow before. Just come and rest your head on me. No harm, no foul" 

You turned to rest your head on the arm of the couch while Dean gently climbed between your legs to rest his head against your stomach "I'm afraid to put too much weight on you sweetheart. I don't wanna hurt you" 

You shook your head "I'm harder to break than that. I can handle you Winchester" you barely caught his response of "I'm sure you could" you chose not to answer instead you turned to hide the smirk on your face as you felt your cheeks warm.

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You were watching the screen despite the fact that you could nearly quote the movie word for word. It was a favorite and a comfort that you'd always circled around to because you knew in the end the big bad was defeated and no one on the main team died.

Heck the only good person they lost was the one who was content to die as long as his death meant something. Your fingers were absent-mindedly skimming across the back of Dean's head playing with the shorter hair at the nape of his neck.

You would've thought he'd fallen asleep had it not been for the rhythmic motion of his fingertips barely grazing the scar that ran from your left ankle up to disappear under the shorts you'd worn to bed.

You'd almost dozed off when Dean cleared his throat so you glanced down at him where he was now turned to be looking at your face instead of the screen "I didn't mean anything by saying I was afraid to hurt you. I know you're not made of glass. I'm not saying you're any more fragile than I am but you just mean a lot to me sweetheart. I'd never wanna hurt you"

You smiled before saying "Dean if you were the only person on earth I'd have to worry about hurting me. I'd never worry again" 

That way his eyes lit up slightly at your words despite his expression never changing made your heart do a flip. Those damn green eyes of his held more than any words could.

When he sat up you moved to untangle your legs but he turned to gently brush your hair back from your face "Y/N…there's something I've been wanting to tell you"

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"You can tell me anything Dean. You know that" God his heart clenched hearing you say those words because he knew the truth in them.  He shifted to put more space between the two of you but stayed turned towards you. He was trying to put into words how he felt. You were everything good in this life. 

You were one of the best hunters he knew. You'd stood face to face against Lucifer, Angels, Demons and everything in between. He'd seen you hurt to the point you looked like you were barely standing on your own yet you would be the first to catch a second wind to protect someone.

He'd seen you hold it together at times he hadn't been strong enough to. The first time you'd let him be witness to you falling apart was after Bobby died. You'd screamed at him for an hour before your knees had crumpled. He caught you before you hit the ground. He had no idea how long those tears had been building up inside of you but by the time you were done crying you'd fallen asleep in his arms. He'd simply grabbed a pillow and blanket and slept on the floor of the motel room so as to not disturb you.

You were shy at times. You hated crowds and despised anyone you cared about raising their voice at you. You were the best at dealing with small town cops and had even skirted your way out of a fed investigation in the past.

He'd seen you laugh until you hiccup, he'd seen you mad enough you'd stutter your words. You coming back into his and Sam's life had been a turning point. You'd fought for Sam's soul, against the Leviathan and had been the first person he sought after Purgatory. If he could change one thing from his past he would have never gone to Lisa. He would've stayed with you. 

If only he hadn't been so blind then. Christ he was falling in love with you and had no idea how to tell you.

"Dean?" You spoke his name in nearly a whisper and only then did he realize how long he'd been lost in thought. He smiled apologetically "Sweetheart, I don't know what I did to deserve you coming back into my life but…"

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Your heart was pounding in your ears. Was this a confession? Did Dean feel the same way about you that you were beginning to feel about him? "But what Dean?" You asked, feeling your stomach begin to do flips as well.

"But I wish I would've done it sooner, saw it sooner. You're the most amazing woman I've ever met" you ducked your head feeling your cheeks warm at his words but he gently raised your chin up so you had no choice but to look him in the eyes when he said "Don't be shy now Y/N. I mean if and I really wanna kiss you right now" "Then kiss me" you replied feeling a sudden rush of confidence. 

Dean smiled before leaning closer to you. "Are you sure?" He asked his lips a breath away from yours. Instead of answering you simply closed the space taking him by surprise when you gently brushed your lips against his in a tentative kiss. You pulled back just enough to see the smile he had deepen "Oh no baby girl I know you can do better than that"

"Oh that sounds like a challenge" you teased, pulling him closer before crashing your lips against his.  His hands moved, one down to your hip while the other braced on the back of the couch. He pulled you under him slightly,  breaking away from your lips to kiss across your jaw then down your neck groaning against your skin when a moan escaped you when he hit that one spot.

You felt his hand that was on your hips slip just under the leg of your shorts. You let your hands slip under the shirt he had on feeling your fingertips trace across his bare skin as he moved his attention further down your neck sucking gently on the areas you reacted to.

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Right as things were heating up the sound of your cell phone ringing echoed through the halls. "Son of a bitch" he groaned, pulling away to rest his forehead against yours. You were trying to catch your breath so you simply shook your head when he asked "This late we can't ignore it can we?" 

"I'll be right back" You assured him, placing another quick kiss to his lips as he stood up to help you off the couch. 

Your entire body felt like it was on fire as you ran to the library to snatch your phone up before it stopped ringing, not even taking time to look at the screen "Hello?" There was a moment that sounded like someone taking a breath before the voice on the other line said "Darling you said call if I ever think it's your type of thing and I'm in over my head"

You froze hearing Raylan's voice after this long "Are you still in Miami?" You asked after a moment. He chuckled humorlessly "No. I'm back in Kentucky" where he was from and swore he'd never go back? Christ where Arlo and all the trauma from his past was.

Without stopping to think or even ask too many questions you replied "I'll be there as soon as I can. In the meantime promise to stay out the immediate line of fire?" "Can't promise that but you know I'll be a bit more careful if getting to catch up with you is my reward"  "Still a sweet talker huh?" You joked before adding "See you soon"

@guineapigcuddleparty @m-winchester-67 @universallyraylangivens

You hung up and looked back towards the room where Dean was waiting for you. What had you just agreed to by saying you'd be in Kentucky as soon as you could?

Sam nor Dean would ever let you go on a hunt alone especially not knowing what you were hunting so that meant you'd just agreed for Dean and Raylan to meet.

[thewidowsghost]

Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 1

So, I started this on my Wattpad, and if figured I'd just put it on here! Just tell me if you want me to add you to the taglist!

Percy's POV

My name is Percy Jackson.

I am twelve years old. I'm a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York, and my sister, (Y/n), taking online schooling at home.

Am I a troubled kid?

Yeah. You could say that.

I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it, but things really started going bad last May, when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Manhattan—twenty-eight mental-case kids and two teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff.

I know—it sounds like torture. Most Yancy field trips were.

But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so I had hopes.

Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. You wouldn't think he'd be cool, but he told stories and jokes and let us play games in class. He also had this awesome collection of Roman armor and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep.

I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn't get in trouble.

See, bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, I had this accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. I wasn't aiming for the school bus, but of course, I got expelled anyway. And before that, at my fourth-grade school, when we took a behind-the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim. And the time before that...Well, you get the idea.

On this trip, I was determined to be good.

All the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly, redheaded kleptomaniac girl, hitting my best friend Grover in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich.

Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. He must've been held back several grades because he was the only sixth grader with acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. On top of all that, he was crippled. He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you. You should've seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.

Anyway, Nancy Bobofit was throwing wads of sandwiches that stuck in his curly brown hair, and she knew I couldn't do anything back to her because I was already on probation. The headmaster had threatened me with death by in-school suspension if anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip.

"I'm going to kill her," I mumble.

Grover tries to calm me down. "I'm okay. I like peanut butter -" He dodges another piece of Nancy's lunch.

"That's it." I start to get up, but Grover pulls me back to my seat.

"You're already on probation," he reminds me. "You know who'll get blamed if anything happens."

Mr. Brunner leads the museum tour.

He rides up front in his wheelchair, guiding us through the big echoey galleries, past marble statues and glass cases full of really old black-and-orange pottery.

It blows my mind that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years.

He gathers us around a thirteen-foot-tall stone column with a big sphinx on the top, and starts telling us how it was a grave marker, a stele, for a girl about our age. He told us about the carvings on the sides. I was trying to listen to what he had to say, because it was kind of interesting, but everybody around me was talking, and every time I told them to shut up, the other teacher chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, would give me the evil eye.

Mrs. Dodds was this little math teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, even though she was fifty years old. She looked mean enough to ride a Harley right into your locker. She had come to Yancy halfway through the year when our last math teacher had a nervous breakdown.

From her first day, Mrs. Dodds loved Nancy Bobofit and figured I was devil spawn. She would point her crooked finger at me and say, "Now, honey," real sweet, and I knew I was going to get after-school detention for a month.

One time, after she'd made me erase answers out of old math workbooks until midnight, I told Grover I didn't think Mrs. Dodds was human. He looked at me, real serious, and said, "You're absolutely right."

Mr. Brunner keeps talking about Greek funeral art.

Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickers something about the naked guy on the stele, and I turn around and say, "Will you shut up?"

It comes out louder than I meant it to.

The whole group laughs. Mr. Brunner stops his story. "Mr. Jackson," he says, "did you have a comment?"

My face is totally red, I think. I answer, "No, sir."

Mr. Brunner points to one of the pictures on the stele. "Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?"

I look at the carving, and feel a flush of relief, because I actually recognize it. "That's Kronos eating his kids, right?"

"Yes," Mr. Brunner says, obviously not satisfied. "And he did this because..."

"Well..." I rack my brain to remember. (Y/n) would have known the answer. She was nuts for this kind of stuff. "Kronos was the king god, and —"

"God?" Mr. Brunner asks.

"Titan," I correct myself. "And...he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So, um, Kronos ate them, right? But his wife hid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters—"

"Eeew!" says one of the girls behind me.

"—and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans," I continue, "and the gods won."

Some snickers from the group.

Behind me, Nancy Bobofit mumbles to a friend, "Like we're going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our job applications, 'Please explain why Kronos ate his kids.'"

"And why, Mr. Jackson," Brunner says, "to paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?"

"Busted," Grover mutters.

"Shut up," Nancy hisses, her face even brighter red than her hair.

At least Nancy got packed, too. Mr. Brunner was the only one who ever caught her saying anything wrong. He had radar ears.

I think about his question, and shrug. "I don't know, sir."

"I see." Mr. Brunner looks disappointed. "Well, half credit, Mr. Jackson. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustard and wine, which made him disgorge his other five children, who, of course, being immortal gods, had been living and growing up completely undigested in the Titan's stomach. The gods defeated their father, sliced him to pieces with his own scythe, and scattered his remains in Tartarus, the darkest part of the Underworld. On that happy note, it's time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, would you lead us back outside?"

The class drifts off, the girls holding their stomachs, the guys pushing each other around and acting like doofuses.

Grover and I were about to follow when Mr. Brunner said, "Mr. Jackson."

I knew that was coming.

I tell Grover to keep going; then I turn toward Mr. Brunner. "Sir?" Mr. Brunner had this look that wouldn't let you go—intense brown eyes that could've been a thousand years old and had seen everything. "You must learn the answer to my question," Mr. Brunner tells me.

"About the Titans?"

'"About real life. And how your studies apply to it."

"Oh."

"What you learn from me," he says, "is vitally important. I expect you to treat it as such. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson."

I mean, sure, it was kind of cool on tournament days, when he dressed up in a suit of Roman armor and shouted: "What ho!" and challenged us, swordpoint against chalk, to run to the board and name every Greek and Roman person who had ever lived, and their mother, and what god they worshipped. But Mr. Brunner expected me to be as good as everybody else, despite the fact that I have dyslexia and attention deficit disorder and I had never made above a C– in my life. No—he didn't expect me to be as good; he expected me to be better. And I just couldn't learn all those names and facts, much less spell them correctly.

I mumble something about trying harder, while Mr. Brunner takes one long sad look at the stele, like he'd been at this girl's funeral.

He tells me to go outside and eat my lunch.

The class gathers on the front steps of the museum, where we can watch the foot traffic along Fifth Avenue.

Overhead, a huge storm is brewing, with clouds blacker than I'd ever seen over the city. I figure maybe it was global warming or something, because the weather all across New York state had been weird since Christmas. We'd had massive snow storms, flooding, wildfires from lightning strikes. I wouldn't have been surprised if this was a hurricane blowing in.

Nobody else seems to notice, though. Some of the guys are pelting pigeons with Lunchables crackers. Nancy Bobofit is trying to pickpocket something from a lady's purse, and, of course, Mrs. Dodds isn't seeing a thing.

Grover and I sit on the edge of the fountain, away from the others. We thought that maybe if we did that, everybody wouldn't know we were from that school—the school for loser freaks who couldn't make it elsewhere.

"Detention?" Grover asked.

"Nah," I said. "Not from Brunner. I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes. I mean—I'm not a genius, not like (Y/n). She seems to know everything."

Grover doesn't say anything for a while. Then, when I think he is going to give me some deep philosophical comment to make me feel better, he asks, "Can I have your apple?"

I don't have much of an appetite, so I let him take it.

I watch the stream of cabs going down Fifth Avenue, and think about my mom's apartment, only a little ways uptown from where we sit. I hadn't seen her or my sister since Christmas. I want so bad to jump in a taxi and head home. Mom and (Y/n) would hug me and be glad to see me, but Mom would be disappointed, too. She'd send me right back to Yancy, remind me that I had to try harder, even if this was my sixth school in six years and I was probably going to be kicked out again. I couldn't be able to stand that sad look she'd give me.

Mr. Brunner parked his wheelchair at the base of the handicapped ramp. He ate celery while he read a paperback novel. A red umbrella stuck up from the back of his chair, making it look like a motorized café table.

I am about to unwrap my sandwich when Nancy Bobofit appears in front of me with her ugly friends—I guess she'd gotten tired of stealing from the tourists—and dumps her half-eaten lunch in Grover's lap.

"Oops." She grins at me with her crooked teeth. Her freckles are orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos.

I try to stay cool. The school counselor had told me a million times, "Count to ten, get control of your temper." But I am so mad my mind went blank. A wave roars in my ears.

I don't remember touching her, but the next thing I knew, Nancy is sitting on her butt in the fountain, screaming, "Percy pushed me!"

Mrs. Dodds materialized next to us.

Some of the kids were whispering: "Did you see—"

"—the water—"

"—like it grabbed her—"

I don't know what they were talking about. All I know is that I was in trouble again.

As soon as Mrs. Dodds is sure poor little Nancy was okay, promising to get her a new shirt at the museum gift shop, etc., etc., Mrs. Dodds turns on me. There was a triumphant fire in her eyes as if I'd done something she'd been waiting for all semester. "Now, honey—"

"I know," I grumble. "A month erasing workbooks." That wasn't the right thing to say.

"Come with me," Mrs. Dodds says.

"Wait!" Grover yelps. "It was me. I pushed her."

I stare at him, stunned. I can't believe he was trying to cover for me. Mrs. Dodds scared Grover to death.

She glares at him so hard his whiskery chin trembled.

"I don't think so, Mr. Underwood," she says.

"But—"

"You—will—stay—here."

Grover looks at me desperately.

"It's okay, man," I tell him. "Thanks for trying."

"Honey," Mrs. Dodds barks at me. "Now."

Nancy Bobofit smirks. I give her my deluxe I'll-kill-you-later stare. Then I turn to face Mrs. Dodds, but she isn't there. She is standing at the museum entrance, way at the top of the steps, gesturing impatiently at me to come on.

How'd she get there so fast?

I have moments like that a lot, when my brain falls asleep or something, and the next thing I know I've missed something, as if a puzzle piece fell out of the universe and left me staring at the blank place behind it. The school counselor told me this was part of the ADHD, my brain misinterpreting things.

I wasn't so sure. I go after Mrs. Dodds.

Halfway up the steps, I glance back at Grover. He is looking pale, cutting his eyes between me and Mr. Brunner, like he wanted Mr. Brunner to notice what was going on, but Mr. Brunner is absorbed in his novel.

I look back up. Mrs. Dodds had disappeared again. She is now inside the building, at the end of the entrance hall.

Okay, I think. She's going to make me buy a new shirt for Nancy at the gift shop.

But apparently, that wasn't the plan.

I follow her deeper into the museum. When I finally catch up to her, we are back in the Greek and Roman section.

Except for us, the gallery is empty.

Mrs. Dodds stands with her arms crossed in front of a big marble frieze of the Greek gods. She is making this weird noise in her throat, like growling.

Even without the noise, I would've been nervous. It's weird being alone with a teacher, especially Mrs. Dodds. Something about the way she looked at the frieze as if she wanted to pulverize it...

"You've been giving us problems, honey," she says.

I do the safe thing. I reply, "Yes, ma'am."

She tugs on the cuffs of her leather jacket. "Did you really think you would get away with it?"

The look in her eyes is beyond mad. It was evil.

She's a teacher, I thought nervously. It's not like she's going to hurt me. I say, "I'll—I'll try harder, ma'am."

Thunder shakes the building.

"We are not fools, Percy Jackson," Mrs. Dodds said. "It was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess, and you will suffer less pain."

I didn't know what she's talking about.

All I can think of was that the teachers must've found the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out of my dorm room. Or maybe they'd realized I got my essay on Tom Sawyer from the Internet without ever reading the book and now they were going to take away my grade. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book.

"Well?" she demands.

"Ma'am, I don't..."

"Your time is up," she hisses.

Then the weirdest thing happens. Her eyes begin to glow like barbecue coals. Her fingers stretch, turning into talons. Her jacket melts into large, leathery wings. She isn't human. She is a shriveled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouth full of yellow fangs, and she was about to slice me to ribbons.

Then things got even stranger.

Mr. Brunner, who'd been out in front of the museum a minute before, wheels his chair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a pen in his hand.

"What ho, Percy!" he shouts and tosses the pen through the air.

Mrs. Dodds lunges at me.

With a yelp, I dodge and feel talons slash the air next to my ear. I snatch the ballpoint pen out of the air, but when it hits my hand, it isn;t a pen anymore. It is a sword—Mr. Brunner's bronze sword, which he always uses on tournament day.

Mrs. Dodds spins towards me with a murderous look in her eyes.

My knees are jelly. My hands are shaking so bad I almost drop the sword.

She snarl, "Die, honey!" And she flies straight at me.

Absolute terror runs through my body. I did the only thing that came naturally: I swing the sword.

The metal blade hits her shoulder and passes clean through her body as if she was made of water. Hisss!

Mrs. Dodds was a sandcastle in a power fan. She explodes into yellow powder, vaporizing on the spot, leaving nothing but the smell of sulfur and a dying screech and a chill of evil in the air, as if those two glowing red eyes are still watching me.

I'm alone.

There is a ballpoint pen in my hand.

Mr. Brunner isn't there. Nobody is there but me.

My hands are still trembling. My lunch must've been contaminated with magic mushrooms or something.

Had I imagined the whole thing?

I walk back outside.

It had started to rain.

Grover is sitting by the fountain, a museum map tented over his head. Nancy Bobofit is still standing there, soaked from her swim in the fountain, grumbling to her ugly friends. When she sees me, she says, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt."

I answer, "Who?"

"Our teacher. Duh!"

I blink. We don't have a teacher named Mrs. Kerr. I ask Nancy what she is talking about.

She just rolls her eyes and turns away.

I ask Grover where Mrs. Dodds was.

"Who?" he asks, but he pauses first and he wouldn't look at me, so I figure he was messing with me.

"Not funny, man," I tell him. "This is serious."

Thunder booms overhead.

I see Mr. Brunner sitting under his red umbrella, reading his book as if he'd never moved.

I go over to him.

He looks up, a little distracted. "Ah, that would be my pen. Please bring your own writing utensil in the future, Mr. Jackson."

I had Mr. Brunner his pen. I hadn't even realized I was still holding it.

"Sir," I ask, "where's Mrs. Dodds?"

He stares blankly at me, "Who?"

"The other chaperone. Mrs. Dodds. The pre-algebra teacher."

He frowns and sits forward, looking mildly concerned. "Percy, there is no Mrs. Dodds on this trip. As far as I know, there has never been a Mrs. Dodds at Yancy Academy. Are you feeling all right?"

Word Count: 3159 words

So yeah, this is the first chapter of this book.

Not much (Y/n) yet, but we'll get there.

Love y'all!              Kaitlynn ❤️😍

[ally-writes-many-things]

New Unit (Jay Halstead) Part 3

Summary: You and Jay were dating for two years and he ended up cheating on you. Two years later, you were transferred to a new unit. The same unit as Jay.

Words: 2351

Requested: No, they are open though. Prompts

Prompts: No

A/N: omg this is the last part I am doing with this prompt for now maybe. I absolutely love this prompt.

Original prompt by @sweetblink

I never stopped loving you

       Those five little words rang in your heads the entire night into the next morning. You knew they were lies and he only said them cause he wasn't thinking straight.

         The squad found you not long after Jay said those words and passed out. You sat there with Jay in your lap afraid to even jostle him a little until the paramedics came. Voight said that what you have done was stupid but pretty brave and that you can go home. You drove to the precinct and got into your car and drove home. You were utterly wiped and as soon as you were home, you fell on your bed and went to sleep almost automatically.

        You walked into Chicago Med and was about to ask the front desk lady were Jay was but you saw Will. Jay's brother. "Y/N," He said walking up to me.

       You smiled at him and gave him a hug. "Hey, long time no see,"

       He shrugged. "That's just what happens when you break up with someone, you typically break up with their family too,"

        You laugh at him. "True. So how's Jay doing?"

        He looks at you. "You know him. He's a tough one. Just a few broken ribs, a severe concussion, and a few minor things, we are keeping him overnight again due to the concussion,"

          Your heart dropped slightly when you heard that he had a concussion cause even you didn't want you to admit it, there a tiny little hope that, Jay meant what he said. "So he's gonna be okay?" You asked pushing down those feelings.

        He nods. "Yeah, but I'm still wondering how you ended up being his partner after two years?"

        You shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. What room is he in? Is he lucid?"

       Will motioned for me to follow me. You felt your phone vibrate as you got into the elevator, you took it out of your pocket and it was a text from Ruzek.

          From: Ruzek

          How's Halstead?

          To: Ruzek.

          Will says he's doing fine. Going up to see him now.

          You put your phone back in your back pocket and stepped out of the elevator. "So you're getting along with the other squad members?"

          "Yeah,"

          Will stopped in front of a room and opened it. "Got a visitor for you bro,"

           You walked into the room and Jay was facing the other way but he turned and you could see all the bruises on his face. "Y/N,"

          You walked up to him. "Yeah,"

          "I'm gonna leave you two alone," Will said leaving and shutting the door.

          You pull up the chair next to his bed and sit in it. You carefully touch his face. "This is my fault,"

           He reaches up and touches your hand. "It's not. It wasn't your decision. It was mine,"

          You pull your hand from Jay's. "Yeah, but I'm your partner, I should've actually made you stay,"

           Jay winces as he sits up. "Stop doing that,"

           You look at Jay weirdly. "Stop doing what?"

            Jay grabs your hand and kisses it. At this point, you really don't care about being a bitch or holding on to a grudge against Jay. Seeing him laying in on your lap unconscious scared you. You rather have him in your life than be mad over something that happen two years ago. "Blaming yourself for everyone else's choices,"

          You sigh. "You know me, Jay, you've known me for almost five years. You know I also do especially when I'm there to witness it cause I could've stopped it,"

            Jay drops my hands and just looks at me. "What?" You asked.

           He lets out a low sigh. "Can we just forget the past and start new?"

          You smiled. "Seeing you like that yesterday made me realize that I rather have you in my life than not have you in my life. So I love you to start over,"

          Jay smiled and held out a hand. "Hi, I'm Jay Halstead and I'm a Detective,"

        You giggled. "Hi, I'm Y/N Y/L/N and I'm also a Detective,"

        "Oh that's why you look familiar, I've must've seen you around town,"

        "Same here,"

        At this time, there was a knock at the door and someone opened it and it was Burgess. "Hey," She said looking at me.

         You nodded. "Hey,"

         Burgess walks over to Jay and hands him a bag. "Thank you," He said taking out a burger from the bag.

       You chuckled and stood up. "I gotta get to the precinct. I'll talk to you later," You said kissing the side of his forehead.

        Jay froze when you kissed him. He wasn't excepting that. He hasn't heard you chuckle at him in forever and that was his favorite sound. Well besides you saying his name. Jay watched you walk out the door and shut it. "Did you fixed things?" Burgess asked.

       Jay was still shocked. "Our friendship, yes,"

       Burgess just laughed at him. "You do realize that girl is still madly in love with you rather she wants to admit it to herself or not,"

       **

        It was almost a week later and James Lynch was charged with five counts of murder and a few counts of drugs. You didn't believe that James was the one who killed all five men but he wouldn't give them up. "It doesn't matter, if you shoot and killed the people in my crib, you already took justice for those deaths," He had said.

       Today oddly enough wasn't busy so the team has been mostly doing in house things, i.e reorganizing the cases files, putting case files into the database, going over C.I files, etc. Jay had came back after like three or four days cause he was itching to do something and not sit at home.

     You were walking down to the main lobby area and you saw that Nyko was there. "Nyko, what are you doing here?"

        He smiled at me. "Just waiting to say how proud I am of you and also this," Nyko said grabbing me, pressing my back into his chest and hold a gun to my head. "Nyko, what are you doing?" You asked.

          There was an officer walking up to us but he pointed the gun at him. "No, stay back. It's fine," You said. 

           "You are so stupid, you know that,"

           You tried to move but his grip on your back got tighter. "What do you mean?"

           He laughs. "You weren't supposed to take down James. You screw everything up,"

           Jay was still organizing files when Voight steps out of his office. "We have a problem downstairs,"

          Jay didn't care what the problem was, all he knew was that you were downstairs and if Trudy called Voight and told him it had to be bad. Jay had just managed to get to turn the corner when a gun was pointing at him and then at you.

         "Move any closer and I'll shoot her brains out,"

           Jay drops dead in his tracks and his confusion turned quickly into anger as he saw that it was Nyko holding you at gunpoint. "You do that and you're not gonna make it out of here alive," Jay said.

          He scoffs. "Who said that I wanted to?"

          He cocked the gun and pointed it back at your head. "Hey, hey. Let's calm down for a second. Talk to me,  why wasn't I suppose to make it out of James?"

          "He was supposed to take you out because you were the only one who knew,"

          You were confused. "Knew what?"

          "Don't play stupid with me,"

          You looked over at Jay and Jay looked utterly pissed off. "I'm not. What am I only suppose to know?"

          "That I was the one who set up Hunter to be killed,"

           Your body froze. "I didn't know that. I only knew Lynch killed Hunter. Oh Nyko, what did you get yourself into,"

          You felt Nyko's grip loosen but he still has you in a tight enough grip where you couldn't move. "Hunter was gonna spill the beans on who I was and I could allow that, so I set up a meeting with Hunter at the stash house and called James and framed Hunter for stealing drugs,"

          Before you even know what was happening, you were being thrown on the ground. You quickly turned around and saw that Jay had tackled him.  You saw that neither of them had the gun. You looked around to see that the gun landed a few feet away. When you looked back to Jay and Nyko, Jay was on top of Nyko punching him. Before you could even get up, Roman and Atwater were pulling Jay off Nyko. Once he saw that Nyko was in good hands, he walked over to you and helped pull you to your feet. He placed both of his hands on both sides of your face and made you look at him. "Are you okay?"

         You nodded. "Yeah, are you?"

         He nodded and pulled you into a hug. You felt a hand on your back and you looked at saw that it was Ruzek. "One thing quit getting yourself into danger,"

         You laughed and pushed him.

         Everyone had either left to go home or left to go to Molly's but you wanted to get the last two files in the system before you left. "Go home Y/L/N, you can do that tomorrow," Voight said coming out of his office.

       You shook your head. "If I made, I want to get these last two files into the system. I don't like leaving work unfinished,"

       Voight nodded. "Alright but don't take too long. You had a tough day," He said going back into the office.

       You reached into the last file and opened it.

       Jay Halstead x undercover.

      You looked at the date and the date was from two years ago. Around the time when Jay started acting strange. You opened the folder and began to read it;

        Jay Halstead went undercover to fish out a high profile drug lord. During this time, he had to pursue a relationship with the suspect's sister.

        Jay opened the door on the third knock. Jay opened it and he was shocked to see you standing there. "Y/N,"

        You looked at him. "Are you gonna invite me in?"

        Jay quickly moves to the side and motions for you to come in. When you were in the apartment you two used to share, you noticed that he still had pictures of you two still on the mantle by his tv. "What-" Jay started to say.

       You turned around and looked at him. "Three questions," You cut him off.

        He looked at you and then the picture. "That was my favorite of us and I didn't want to take it down,"

        You gave him a confused look. "Huh? Oh no, not the picture,"

        He leans against the kitchen wall. "Then what?"

        You walked up to him. "One: What didn't you tell me you were undercover?"

        Jay looks confused for a second and then realization sets in. "You got the file for my case,"

        "I did,"

        He sighed. "Voight didn't want anyone outside Intelligence to know. It was a high profile case and he didn't want anyone not involved to get hurt cause they knew too much,"

         You nodded. "That's why your partner told me you weren't working on any case,"

         Jay nodded.

         "Two: if you were working undercover, why did you come to here where I was?"

         He stands straight up. "It's on the days that I knew they weren't following me or I had left after everyone went to sleep and sometimes I didn't even come home. I was stupid during the case and I knew I should've told you something to make your mind be put at ease but I couldn't go against Voight's order,"

        You took another step closer to him. "Did you sleep with her?"

         Jay looked at you like you were crazy. "No, absolutely not. Every time, things would get heated, I would gently tell her no that I wasn't ready to take it to that level,"

         You took another step closer to Jay. "So you weren't cheating on him. If I would've just let you explain, what happened, we would've never broken up. I thought the reason why you cheated on me was cause you didn't love me or want me anymore,"

          Jay didn't say anything but walked up to you. He gently grabbed your face and before you realize what he was doing, he kissed you. Your body froze for a minute before relaxing into the kiss making it deep. Your entire body went hot. Both of your arms went around his neck but one of your hand went into his hair, pulling it a couple of times. "I never stopped loving you. I always wanted to be around you. You were my everything," Jay said breathlessly after you pulled apart.

        You looked at his lips and brought your thumb down to trace his bottom lip and without even answering his comment you kissed him again but this time, he pulled you as close as he could get to him. "Jump," He said taking his lips off yours but then quickly placing them back on.

You do as you are told and jumped, Jay catches you and you wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to your once shared bed. He sits down on the bed to where you are straddling him. He pulled back from kissing you. "Are you sure about this?"

You kissed him again. "Yes," You said pulling his lip with your teeth knowing how that use to drive Jay insane.

***

You were now cuddling with Jay. You're head on Jay's naked chest, his arm wrapped around you, both of your legs intertwined with each other. "So what does this mean?" He asked.

You lifted up your head and turned it to face Jay. "I don't know but I'm willing to find out if you are?"

The End