Silena Beauregard

Silena did not feel the need to witness the Cyclopes gathering for their free barbecue. She also wasn't quite sure that everything being gathered up was entirely dead yet. But, considering what had happened to Juniper, she didn't feel the need to intercede either. No, she quietly retired to the kitchen, only to find that someone had actually taken the time to pull the stacks of dishes and glasses out of their cabinets, and send them to the floor where their shattered remnants remained as the fruits of their labor.

Silena stared in disbelief at the chaos that had consumed her once-pristine kitchen. Shattered glass glittered across the floor like tiny diamonds, and the scent of spilled food mingled unpleasantly with the lingering odors of smoke and magic residue. The refrigerator door hung ajar, even its contents strewn haphazardly amidst the debris. It was as if Medea's little gang had taken a perverse delight in defiling every corner of her sanctuary.

She took a cautious step forward, the crunch of broken porcelain under her shoes echoing loudly in the silent room. A wave of exhaustion washed over her, the adrenaline that had carried her through the battle now fading, leaving only weariness and a heavy ache in her heart. The kitchen had been her domain—a place of well order and comfort. Seeing it destroyed was a personal violation.

With a resigned sigh, Silena rolled up her sleeves. There was no point in lamenting over what was done; she needed to start putting things back together. She carefully began picking up the larger shards of broken dishes, placing them into a trash bag she found under the sink. As she worked, her mind drifted to Juniper, and a pang of grief stabbed at her, forcing tears out of her eyes. She hadn't allowed herself to fully process the dryad's fate amidst the chaos, but now, in the quiet of the ruined kitchen, the reality settled heavily upon her.

After pushing together some of the shards in an initial attempt to clean a up a bit of the mess before giving the effort up as a lost cause and returning upstairs. With many of the windows shattered, the cold breeze was sweeping the usually so cozy interior of her home. Silena made her way to the Atrium where she found Percy and Annabeth sitting on the rim of the fountain next to Juniper's plant.

"Medea and Circe are secure?" Silena asked quietly.

"Oh, those bitches ain't going anywhere," Piper confirmed and Annabeth sniggered darkly, earning themselves reproachful looks from Percy, probably for the directory comment. Sally had, Silena thought to herself, done a fairly good job.

"She's secure for now," Percy confirmed tiredly. "But we'll collar and secure her once Juniper gets the help she needs."

"Good, good," Silena said and stared down and Juniper's broken bush, feeling oddly empty. She missed the dryad, and she missed her dog.

It was Katie that arrived first, looking a lot worse for wear than she had ever seen her. What was going on, Silena did not know, but whatever it was she seemed to have a hard time meeting their eyes. Regardless, Silena was grateful that Katie had taken the time out of her day to make the journey on such short notice.

Katie took a deep breath, her eyes clouded with sorrow as she knelt by Juniper's broken bush. She gently touched the torn branches, her fingers tracing the splintered wood as though hoping to feel even a trace of her friend's essence. For a moment, Katie looked as if she might cry, but she blinked it away, her lips pressed into a tight line.

"I'll do my best," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She closed her eyes, her hand hovering over the broken plant as she began to murmur a series of soft, rhythmic chants, summoning any healing energy she could muster. Silena, Percy, and Annabeth watched in tense silence.

Slowly, the air around the plant began to shimmer with a faint green glow, and the cracked branches and battered leaves seemed to shift, almost imperceptibly, in response to Katie's magic. But after a few moments, the glow flickered and dimmed, the small spark of hope slipping away as quickly as it had come. Katie lowered her hand, her shoulders slumping with exhaustion and defeat.

"It did something," Piper commented grimly.

"All I can do for now," she said softly. Katie's voice trembled slightly as she withdrew her hand, visibly shaken by the ordeal. "Grover has stronger magic for this kind of restoration," she said. "I wish I could do more, but... she's barely holding on. It's almost like she's caught between realms, and my magic only reached the edges."

Silena placed a reassuring hand on Katie's shoulder. "You did great, Katie. Really. Thank you."

Katie offered her a weak smile. "I just hope Grover makes it in time."

They stood in tense silence for a few moments, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on all of them. Silena wrapped her arms around herself, her heart aching at the sight of Juniper's wounded bush, and a fresh wave of anger and sorrow surged within her. This shouldn't have happened—Juniper had only ever been kind, gentle. How could anyone justify such destruction?

As if summoned by their collective despair, Grover arrived, his expression somber as he hurried in through the gaping doorway, his hooves clacking. Without even waiting for an explanation on what had happened, he knelt beside Juniper's plant, his eyes closed as he placed both hands on the broken bush. Murmuring an ancient chant, his voice filled the air with a subtle, earthy vibration. A soft, emerald glow encircled his hands, growing stronger as he poured his magic into Juniper's plant.

Minutes passed, she, Percy, and Annabeth held their breaths as they watched Grover work. The shattered stem began to mend, the connecting fibers regaining a lush shade of green for a moment.

Finally, the glow of Grover's magic began to wane, and he slumped back. He let out a shaky breath, his eyes welling with unshed tears.

"She's... she's there," he said, voice raw. "But she's weak. It'll take time and a lot of care to fully bring her back, if she can come back at all.".

"Percy, can I borrow Blackjack? I'll head to Camp and fetch the Golden Fleece. That should go a long way in helping her. Past that, it is up to her. She is a lot worse off than Thalia's pine was..."

"Of course," her master replied, and raised two fingers to his lips and whistled loudly. A few moments later, the ripping sound of large wings catching the wind filled the air and Blackjack landed in the ruined courtyard.

The winged horsed wined something and Percy turned around and glared at it.

"Hardly," Percy snapped back. "Can you get Grover to camp and back?" he asked.

The Pegasus tapped his hooves derisively and wined in a manner that sounded nearly insulted at the question.

"Well, let us get to it," Grover announced and scrambled up onto the winged horse's back. With the rustle of spreading wings, and rush of air, Blackjack launched himself into the sky, leaving them in a storm of swirling snow.

For a few minutes, it seemed like they would have nothing more to do than just wait for Grover to return. Just as Piper asked what they were supposed to do until he did , a towering figure holding a trident appeared in the gaping doorway.

Poseidon strode into the atrium, his face grim as he took in the devastation. His sea-green eyes swept over the courtyard, lingering on the shattered remains of Juniper's bush and the blood-streaked floor. Even the typically mischievous, easygoing demeanor Percy associated with his father was absent; he looked every bit the formidable god of the sea.

"Percy," he rumbled, his voice carrying a weight that silenced everyone in the room. Silena was fine fine with not getting any attention, she did not feel she needed any more Olympian attention. "I heard tidings of the attack on your home."

As Poseidon strolled inside, his gaze sweeping the broken atrium, everyone save Percy bowed. Annabeth stepped forward to join her man, and Annabeth figured that as the body servant, she might as well her example and stand in as her master's shadow.

"Dad," he greeted the god. Percy stepped forward, meeting his father's intense gaze. "Yeah. Medea tried to break Circe out, and they caught us off guard." His voice was steady, but the weight of everything that had happened showed in the tightness around his eyes. "They waited for Annabeth and me to be away to strike."

Poseidon surveyed the room in silence, his face unreadable. Finally, he turned his gaze to Juniper's wounded bush, the faint glow of Grover's magic still clinging to it. His expression softened, and for a moment, Percy caught a glimpse of sorrow in his father's eyes.

"Your dryads spirit still lingers," Poseidon observed, kneeling by the broken plant. "But it is a delicate thing, hanging by threads. You did well to call Grover, and the Fleece will help."

"I hope so," Percy confirmed as Silena exhaled in relief.

"I have told you before that you have a residence waiting in my domain," Poseidon said after hesitating, as if considering whether his words might be insensitive. "If you wish to relocate, even temporarily, your household and women have a safe haven down there."

"We might have to look into that," Percy conceded after a moments of hesitation. Silena shot him a quick glance, not liking the sound of that one bit. "But I am not quite ready to move my banner just yet. Packing up and running just doesn't feel like it would send the right message and it would be something we would have to find consensus on. Besides, some members of my household are tied to this place so shifting is not really an option."

"We'll manage," Annabeth promised and Silena nodded vigorously for good measure. Again, she doubted anyone really a fuck about what she thought in the end, but felt that adding her assent would help underline Annabeth's assurance.

"We'll need a few days to clean this place up, that much is certain," Piper muttered under her breath, her gaze sweeping the devastated ground floor.

"On the bright side, this is a great excuse for some home improvement and redecoration," Annabeth said, clearly trying hard to sound upbeat. "And Juniper will be fine too,...I hope."

Silena certainly hoped she was right, and redecorating would be their main problem. She did not think Percy would take losing her too well.

"Well," the god of the sea said. "Shall we address your prisoners as we wait for your friend Grover to return?"

"I doubt they will be forthcoming," Silena pointed out.

"Perhaps not, daughter of Aphrodite. Yet we must start somewhere," Poseidon replied lightly.

"And we can always switch to coercion later," Annabeth added helpfully.

Poseidon chuckled softly, his deep, resonant laughter sounding like distant waves crashing against a rocky shore. "You're your mother's daughter, Annabeth. Let us begin with words before we resort to more... persuasive methods."

Percy exchanged a glance with Annabeth, who smirked at her success in making her future father-in-law laugh, even amidst the tension. Then, together with Poseidon, they made their way toward the improvised cells where Circe and Medea were held. Silena followed closely, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't want to be here, but she also didn't want to leave Percy's side.

With Katie remaining behind too watch over Juniper, they headed down to the dungeon. The chamber was encased in layers of shimmering ice courtesy of Khione's efforts, and the goddess looked around, clearly admiring her efforts. As they entered Amberly and Juliette perked up from where they had been leaning against the wall, staring at the blurred outlines of the two prisoners in their frozen jail.

Amberly and Juliette straightened up as Percy, Annabeth, and Poseidon entered the frosty chamber. The ice-cold air bit at Silena's skin, but she didn't falter, staying close to Percy. The prisoners' silhouettes flickered dimly within their frozen cells, Medea's movements agitated and sharp, while Circe sat motionless, her presence eerily calm and composed.

"Lord Poseidon," Amberly greeted with a bow, her voice respectful but tinged with curiosity. "We were just keeping watch. They've been trying to break out, but Khione's ice is holding."

As if to underline this fact, golden fire flashed up in Medea's cell for a few moments before fading, leaving behind the blurred figure trapped inside kicking at the wall of ice and celestial bronze bars.

"Khione, would you do the honors and remove the ice," Percy asked Khione, who had wordlessly taken up position behind him next to Silena. "Medea first. We properly secure her, then we have a chat with her. Her throwing around fireballs will not do."

In reply the goddess stepped forward, still regal and radiating cold, and made a curt cutting moment with her hand. Instantly the icy wall encasing the jail bars receded revealing the trapped sorceress, her dress torn over her hip, and her hands engulfed in golden flames, burning nearly as hot as the unhinged rage in dark eyes.

"Do not even think about it," Poseidon warned, and raised his trident, before slamming the haft of his trident down onto the frozen floor. The floor seemed to ripple between himself and Medea, and suddenly the psycho lady was thrown off her feet. Silence winced sympathetically as Medea sat down hard on the frozen floor.

Wincing, and looking angrier than ever, the sorceress rose to her feet again.

"Sorceresses, I suggest you mind your manners. You stand in the presence of the Lord of your household," he announced.

"First of all, put Medea in some chains. She is being way to liberal with her fire thing," Percy decided.

Taking him literally, Amberly and Juliette stepped forward towards the jail cell and looked back expectantly. "Key please," Juliette requested sweetly.

"I'll fetch it," Silena promised. Once she had, she stepped up to the cell door, her weary gaze locked on Medea to see if she started to play with fire, and once certain the Huntresses, Annabeth, Piper, and Percy were all right behind her, she opened the door. Poseidon and Khione both had the good idea sense to just lean against the wall and watch the spectacle, and for a moment Silena asked herself it was to late to recuse herself. She was just Percy's little bed warmer, and not some life-ward or warrior. Matters not involving his cock and the kitchen should really be outside her purview.

So, deciding she had pushed her luck enough that day, the moment the door swung open she retreated to the two gods, and let the others rush in. Medea was smart enough not to try to use magic, though not smart enough not to resist as a bunch of folks well versed in the art of hand to hand combat put those hands on her. She bit, scratched, and kicked as she was dragged back towards the wall with the manacles hanging from the ceiling. Annabeth had slipped behind her and put her into one of her beloved choke holds, while the others tried to control the screaming sorceresses thrashing limbs, with Circe doing her best to make her own encouraging screams heard as well, probably to egg Medea on.

"Let go, you fowl dogs! The crows have all of you!" the sorceress shrieked as she was manhandled against the wall.

There was a loud tearing sound and an "Oops" from Annabeth. Finally the scuffle ceased, the small room filling with the screams of the two sorceresses, and when Percy and co. stepped back, Medea was sitting on the bench with her wrists chained above her head by celestial bronze manacles. Her dress, Silena noticed, seemed to have torn down to her navel, exposing both her breasts. While Percy had the decency to look away and imminently leave, the remaining women, Annabeth, Piper, and the Huntresses seemed a lot less concerned. The 'girls' shared Medea's olive complexion, though were less tanned and solid B cups with dark nipples. They looked firm and symmetrical and though they weren't really her cup of tea as far as boobies went, they looked pretty decent.

"You did that on purpose, you fowl creatures!" Medea hollered, and Circe put on a show of outrage. Whom she meant was beyond Silena, but she doubted it was Percy.

"So sorry," she heard Percy mutter as he hurried out of the cell.

Annabeth stepped back and raised her hands, showing empty palms as if to say "Hey, that wasn't on purpose." Piper coughed softly into her hand, trying and failing not to smirk. Amberly and Juliette shared a quick, amused look, but wisely kept their comments to themselves.

Medea, eyes blazing with fury, yanked uselessly against her bindings. "You will all pay for this humiliation," she seethed. Her voice wavered between indignation and disbelief, as if she couldn't quite comprehend that her grand plan had landed her half-dressed and helpless.

"I will give you some time to cool your temper, then we will have words. Right now, we have bigger problems to deal with," Percy announced awkwardly. "We will get you some clothes and toiletries too, you will be spending some time here."

Silena locked the cell door and their little group left the jail. This time, Silena shut the safe door behind them for good measure.

Annabeth brushed the back of his hand with her fingertips. He caught her eye and gave a small nod to acknowledge her support. Silena hovered nearby, pale and tired, but determined not to show weakness. Piper, who had followed them down out of sheer stubbornness and curiosity, crossed her arms and sighed.

Poseidon broke the silence first. "I must commend you, Perseus," he said thoughtfully. "You have contained the threat and retained your prisoners. Not the tidiest operation, but effective nonetheless."

Percy managed a wry smile at his father. "Thanks. I'm guessing 'tidy' would've been if none of this happened in the first place. Still, I'd rather have Circe and Medea locked up than on the loose. They're dangerous together."

"And now they know they cannot simply waltz out," Annabeth added, a calculating glint in her gray eyes. "Medea's pride is wounded. She'll be even angrier, but anger can make people reckless. We might pry information from her if we handle this carefully."

"We'll give her a few hours to simmer," Percy said firmly. "Then we will see what we can get out of her."

They headed up upstairs and still found the atrium filled with an oppressive quiet. Snow still swirled through the shattered windows, and Katie had sat down on the edge of the broken fountain in the atrium. It was here that Poseidon took his leave, after announcing he would come back the following day. After what felt like a lifetime, the low thuds of wing-beats in the evening sky filled the air announcing the return Blackjack and Grover. To their relief, what looked like a rolled up golden rug lay across Blackjack's shoulders in-front of the satyr.

The moment Blackjack had folded his wings, Percy and Annabeth stepped forward to welcome them. Silena's favorite daughter of Athena had already thrown the golden fleece over her shoulder before Grover had even landed on the ground. "Took me a good moment to convince Chiron to lend us the fleece, and a moment more to bribe Peleus," Grover explained, sounding winded.

After Katie took the fleece from Annabeth, the daughter of Demeter and Grover went to work. Once Katie with some help from Annabeth had fashioned a makeshift splint for Juniper's main stem from the shafts of two spears, and some belts from the so far unused kinky torture chamber the Lord of the Wild wrapped the fleece around the splinted stem like a sleeve. "And now we wait," Grover finally said.

Percy Jackson

Suddenly Percy found himself with nearly nothing left too do. His house was in ruin and there was nothing he could do about that apart from watch Annabeth take stock of the damages and make a few call while muttering something incoherent about unions contracts.

Percy leaned back against one of the cracked pillars, exhaustion settling in like a lead weight in his chest. Watching Annabeth pace and rattle off a string of logistical solutions to the disrepair, Percy felt a strange mix of admiration and exasperation. She was relentless.

Silena, seated near the fountain, was uncharacteristically quiet. Her usual polished demeanor was gone, replaced by a tired, hollow expression. Percy couldn't blame her. Today had been a lot and Juniper's fragile state, the constant incidents and setbacks left Percy wondering how much more any of them could take. "The Fleece is working," Grover announced, though his tone carried a cautious edge. "Juniper's essence feels stronger, but it's going to take time for her to fully heal. She'll need a lot of attention and care."

"Thanks, G-man," Percy said sincerely. "Any idea when we might see her again."

Grover shrugged, "Hard to say, when she is ready I wager. Could be tomorrow, or in a few months. One way or another, this is out of our hands."

As the hours passed, they had tried to interrogate Medea and Circe, but both had decided to officially not be on speaking terms with them. Annabeth had taken Khione's former collar, and fastened it around Medea's throat, just in case, and had not seemed to have any compunctions to cover her up. The only other highlight was that apparently Katie and Travis had just broken up, just as Travis had mentioned earlier that day. He had briefly overheard Silena and Annabeth consoling Katie, who despite being solely at fault, was clearly still upset. He had thought best not to get involved, especially because he with his harem should be the last to judge someone for stepping out of their relationship. Once Grover and Katie left Annabeth had brought in some of her Cyclops cronies contractors again, and had taken stock of the damage done to the house, talking about things material fatigue, and thermal damage, and he had thought best to leave her too it.

When the evening actually came around they had found themselves faced with having to find arrangements for sleeping, and Piper had suggested they bunk in the Hilton Hotel.

The suggestion to bunk at the Hilton seemed to hang in the air, neither outright rejected nor enthusiastically embraced. Percy rubbed the back of his neck, casting a glance around the shattered atrium. Snow continued to drift lazily through the broken windows, a stark reminder that even their home—a place that had always felt like a sanctuary—was not immune to the chaos of their lives.

"I don't think I'm going to find a five-star mattress particularly restful tonight," Percy muttered. "Not with Medea and Circe downstairs." He gestured vaguely toward the icy dungeon.

The Hunt offering to guard to place until it was livable again, and Khione suggested she stay behind as well, had left him with few excuses not too agree. So Piper, Silena, Annabeth, and himself had packed small suitcases with clothes for a few days, and after popping by and checking on his mother and Paul, they strolled into the lobby of said hotel.

Piper's platinum credit card had done wonders, and before he knew it, they were being led to the elevator by an eager and smiling concierge . Piper, ever the diplomat, had charmed the front desk into giving them two adjacent suites on the top floor. .

The elevator ride was quiet, the four of them too drained to make conversation. As the doors slid open to reveal the plush hallway leading to their suites, Piper stretched her arms over her head, letting out a tired sigh. "Well, at least the beds will be comfortable," she muttered, heading to the door on the left.

"Let's hope the walls are soundproof," Annabeth added dryly, earning a faint smirk from Piper, and a deep blush from the young fellow guiding them.

"They are, our guests privacy is important to us," the concierge stuttered.

"How you can even think of getting laid right now is beyond me," Silena cut in reproachfully.

Silena's comment hung in the air, drawing a mix of reactions from the group. Piper smirked, unbothered as she slid her key-card into the door, while Annabeth rolled her eyes but said nothing. Percy, on the other hand, shifted uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck. He would not have initiated anything himself that evening, and probably not the next either. To do so would feel tasteless, that being said, his day had been overall so bad that if someone started things, he would probably play along. At this point, the only way to salvage the day would be spending the end of it between the legs of a beautiful woman.

Percy hesitated a moment before stepping into the suite he and Annabeth would share. It was a pretty nice, with floor to ceiling windows, a large bed, and an elaborate bar and a huge flat-screen facing the foot-end of the bed. The bathroom connected to the bedroom not only by the door, but also a window in the wall, with open window planes, looking into a quite spacious bathroom with a whirlpool set up right on the other side of the window, from-where one could view both the entertainment suite, and the large windows. The other side of the room, sported a door that would lead over to the suite Silena and Piper would be sharing.

He tossed his bag onto a nearby chair and flopped onto the massive bed with a sigh. His entire body ached, though whether it was more from the physical or emotional toll, he couldn't tell. Probably the little accident Annabeth had had earlier now that he thought of it.

Annabeth entered after him, shutting the door softly. "Well, today was one epic clusterfuck," she finally summed up and began to pull off the pullover.

Before Percy could reply someone knocked on the door connecting their suite to Piper and Silena's. Percy glanced at Annabeth, who had just tossed her sweater onto the bed. "I'll get it," Annabeth announced.

Percy nodded, staying sprawled on the bed as Annabeth crossed to the connecting door. She opened it, revealing Silena standing on the other side with Piper right behind her.

"Hey, I think we got assigned the assistants suite, you know, where the bodyguards and so on would sleep," Piper complained, looking around. "This is like three times the size of ours."

Annabeth stepped aside, gesturing for them to enter. "You're welcome to hang out here if you want. More than enough spare," she declared.

Piper sauntered in, taking a moment to glance around the suite with an appraising eye. "Yeah, this is definitely the main room, fuck!" she commented, running a hand along the back of a plush armchair. "I mean, look at this. A whirlpool with a grand view?"

Silena followed, though less enthusiastically, and leaned against the door-frame. Her arms were crossed, her expression a mixture of exhaustion and annoyance. "Honestly, I'm too tired to care where I sleep," she muttered. "At this point, just give me a bed and a pillow."

Annabeth returned to the bed and reached under her shirt to unclasp her sports bra. "You can crash here if you want," she offered, glancing at the two other women. "I mean you sleep in bed with us most nights anyway."

Piper only raised an eyebrow, and Percy figured she might not have been fully aware of how much time Silena spent in their bed. It wasn't like she thought, they hadn't had a threesome since that one during Christmas, though he had hooked up with both women while the other was present. It simply wasn't Silena's cup of tea.

"I'll take you up on that offer," Silena said, unusually tactlessly, because she was fully aware her sister and Annabeth had nurtured a roommates with benefits relationship. She also knew that had shared a three-way with both Annabeth and Piper.

Though after the day she had just had, perhaps she could be forgiven.

"Mind if I take that bath?" Silena asked, looking over at the window in the wall hopefully.

"Be our guest," Annabeth replied and grabbed the remote. As she sat down she turned on the flat-screen and began browsing channels while Piper sat down next to Annabeth.

Silena nodded her thanks, her exhaustion still evident as she disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. The sound of running water soon filled the suite, a soothing contrast to the day's chaos. Percy watched Annabeth and Piper settle on the couch, flipping through channels like it was any other night. For a moment he got a good view of Silena undressing within view of the window in the wall, before the view of her body disappeared in the window.

Piper leaned back, stretching her arms over her head before letting them fall across the couch's backrest. "I still can't believe what a shitshow today turned into. Medea, Circe, Khione—it's like we're hosting a villain convention. And Katie cheating on Travis, I did not see that coming either."

"More like an asylum," Annabeth muttered, settling on a news channel but quickly flipping past it when a grim headline about "explosion in New York" appeared and an image of Annabeth's late apartment building. "And don't forget we're down a dryad and a hell-hound, with Juniper barely clinging to life. That's not even counting the house repairs."

"Khione is not that bad," Percy said, feeling somewhat obligated to defend the goddess after she had saved the day.

"She did not threaten to freeze your face off!" Piper replied."So I am perfectly entitled to hold my grudge, thank you very much!"