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Flynn woke up to sun shining straight onto his face through the windows of the jet he and Betty were on. He couldn’t have been asleep for more than an hour, and he felt it. His eyes were puffy and his head throbbing. The boy pushed himself off his seat, pouring himself a glass of cold water and popping two painkillers. As he sipped on his water, he leaned over to a window, looking out onto crystal blue water as far as his eyes could see. They were not in the northeast anymore, that was certain.

Just then, a crew member popped out of the cockpit. “Sir, we’re about to begin our descent. We’ll arrive on the island in approximately half an hour.”

“Perfect, thank you.” Flynn nodded, returning to his seat, facing Betty’s. @itsbettyfletcher

#hbrp:starter #//closed starter

itsbettyfletcher:

St. Bart’s…St. Bart’s…Betty was entirely unfamiliar, never once heard of it. She had honestly only really known Fiji because of the boujee ass water. That didn’t really stop her grin from widening, though. At least she had gotten him to agree to some kind of vacation and being invited to come along was exciting. Not only for the fact that she had never actually been on a vacation that wasn’t the Jersey shore…but being far away from New York with him sounded refreshing. “Deal.”

“Really?” Flynn looked out onto the green, a smile on his face as he tried to contain himself. “Well okay,” he looked over at her, nodding. “We’ll head out of here Thursday night, fly out Friday morning, break of dawn. Roughly a four hour flight. How’s that sound?”

itsbettyfletcher:

She hummed, genuinely trying to think of a place to send Flynn off to. Betty hoped he would consider actually going even if she threw the mos ridiculous place out there, but she doubted that he really would. “Go to...Fiji. Stay for two weeks. The work can wait for you to come home.”

“Fiji... Not a bad idea.” Flynn sat back, thinking for a moment before continuing to speak. “Okay, I’ve got another idea. St. Bart's, which is closer to home just in case, for a week and a half, say ten days, and... You there with me.”

itsbettyfletcher:

Before Flynn could reach her cheek, she turned and pressed her lips to his. It wasn’t necessarily chaste, but it was quick. Gentle and affectionate and something that was very unlike her in almost every way, or at least she thought so, with one of her hands moving up to cup his cheek before she pulled away just enough to speak. “Learn how to give yourself a break, please.”

Flynn was caught off-guard, to say the very least, but he welcomed the kiss. “You’re right... I just need to sit on a beach for like a week or something. There’s just so much work to be done, but I guess there’s always work to be done, so I should let it go for a week anyway. The question is where, and how much time can I realistically spare?”

itsbettyfletcher:

“Me too.” Betty moved closer to him so she could lean her head on his shoulder, a small smile now beginning to pull at the corners of her lips. “It better not take a near death experience for us to make up after every fight we have, though. That would get really fuckin’ exhausting.”

“Having to stay alive is a task of its own sometimes, so I agree...” Flynn sighed, rubbing his face. “I’m just tired. I’m always so tired.” Flynn wrapped an arm around the girl, leaning in to plant a kiss on her cheek.

itsbettyfletcher:

“Shut up,” she huffed as she pulled the blade away from his chest and set it down beside her. Betty took one last drag on her cigarette before dropping that to the ground too and put it out under the tow of her boot. “I don’t wanna get even.”

“Neither do I. I’m sorry.” Flynn let out a deep breath, sitting next to her on the porch. “I was actually hoping to find you here, for this reason. To apologize. Like I said, I’m sorry.”

itsbettyfletcher:

“Why shouldn’t I?” She quipped, quirking her brow at him. It wasn’t a lighthearted question, but there was something playful in her voice…maybe sarcastic was a better word. She was confused as to why he was there talking to her. After their recent strife, Betty had assumed that the camp being under attack was the only exception he’d make to his grudge with her, but Flynn had always been very good at surprising her so maybe it was fitting.

Flynn took another step closer toward the girl, just close enough so that the tip of her knife was against his chest. “Okay, so here’s your chance. Call it even.” The boy put his hands in his pocket, the grin on his face remaining.

itsbettyfletcher:

Betty was, at her very core, an awful hero. To get her to train was a feat that Chiron couldn’t manage at least half the time. Not that she didn’t keep busy, she just did her own thing. So, after sleeping in (long nights in the city weren’t good for a demigod schedule), showing up to lunch within the last ten minutes of the allotted time, and going on a little run, she found herself back on the porch of the Hermes cabin with a cigarette between her lips. Her focus was put entirely on the butterfly knife in her right hand, flipping it and practicing tricks with incredible fluidity. However, when the sound of footsteps grew a little too close for her liking, she flipped the blade out towards the sound.

“Can I help you?”

Flynn hadn’t seen Betty since the attack, which as awful as it was, he felt like it sort of helped patch up their previous beef. Seeing her, just sitting on the Hermes porch, smoking, it was a relief, even if her knife was pointed at him.

Flynn put his hands up, a small grin on his face. “I really hope you weren’t thinking of poking me with that.”

ameliedegontaut:

She nodded, eyebrows furrowed. “Artemis found me during the French Revolution…you know, the guillotine?” She knew it likely seemed trivial to him, being such a far off time, but she couldn’t stop her hands from shaking. Amelie crossed her arms over her chest, closing in on herself a bit. To relive that time in her life was nothing short of a nightmare. “We witness a lot…monsters are attracted to death and chaos. I fear that we only see the parts of history the world wishes they could forget.”

“I do.” His skin started to crawl at the realization of how nonchalantly he spoke about the atrocities she must have personally experienced. “I apologize, for my insensitivity. I’m sorry.”

ameliedegontaut:

“Men aren’t…weren’t the issue, not entirely anyway. They’ve definitely been a bigger issue since I joined, mostly because hunters are seen as a challenge for them, heroes quite specifically.” She has to genuinely stop herself from blatantly directing her words at him, but it still stood as a warning. She wanted to trust him if they were to be working together, but it was business…always strictly business. “I’ve been following Artemis for nearly two and a half centuries. I would have died had I not made that decision. I had nowhere left to turn and she protected me when my father would not. I have a home and a purpose in the hunt. I’ve lived far beyond the time I was meant to have and if I die, then I die with honor. No person alive, man or woman, could replace that…is worth that.”

“Which is damn unfortunate... Most of the time Heroes and Hunters are on the same side, so to speak.” Flynn nodded, his eyebrows raising as she disclosed how long she’d been alive. “Jesus... You saw it all, then? How much of history were you guys personally there to witness?” A small grin spread across his face. “That’s just fucking cool. Major respect.”

ameliedegontaut:

Timeless. She liked that word, it seemed fitting. Much better than saying she was old, anyway…much more elegant. Her expression seemed to soften for a moment, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Is it not a faux pas to ask a woman her age?”

Flynn chuckled, wagging a finger while still holding on to his glass. “Okay... You’ve got a sense of humor. So there is warmth under a huntress’s tough outer shell. Not that I expect any of that to ever be directed toward me, part of the contract, huh? Don’t blame you guys, men today aren’t much better.”

ameliedegontaut:

“I’ll have to speak with her, then…hear her opinion on the work that you’ve been doing.” The girl nodded to herself. A woman’s opinion was definitely more welcome and her time here was always spent best recruiting so why not kill two birds with one stone? If this girl associated with somebody like Flynn, she figured she would be worth speaking to.

“Absolutely... Sounds good.” Flynn nodded, pouring himself another glass of bourbon before continuing. “So, uh, how long’ve you been running with Artemis for? You’ve definitely got that timeless sort of feel to you, so I can only assume it’s been quite a while.”

ameliedegontaut:

“For a while?” She asked, quirking her eyebrow at him. He was right, of course, and she had heard of Castor Trading…not that she was a fan of weapons manufacturers. It was too easy for them to get into the wrong hands and Amelie had seen far too much death at the hands of men who had gotten weapons they should have never had. Still, private use could be…useful for a place like this. She gave the boy a nod. “And you have technology that can be used in a place like this? Without attracting more attention to the camp?”

“I’ve been working on it. Still experimental, a lot of prototypes, but results so far are promising. There is still a lot of work to be done, though. I have a house not too far from here. Got a lot of stuff stashed there just in case we ever need them here. Bella, not sure if you’ve met her yet, she’s one of the camp leaders, she’s seen it.”

The glow of a tablet screen was the only source of light in the Zeus cabin at the moment. Flynn sat on his bed, eyes glossy as he scrolled through different videos, watching clips he hadn’t thought of in a long time.

The footage was shaky. The date on the corner read February 14, 2006.

“Go on, kiddo, open it up.” The voice belonged to a woman, Flynn’s mother.

“What is it?” The younger voice belonged to Flynn, age ten at that point.

“I’m not telling you, just open it.”

He watched his younger self open the small box, picking through the red paper, plucking out two tickets from the bottom.

“Mom! No way, oh my god.”

Flynn turned the video off, tossing the tablet to the other side of the bed.

Nostalgia and sorrow bubbled inside of him until it became something different... Rage. For years, he’d been trying to find her, whether or not she was still alive, but part of him felt like he hadn’t been trying hard enough.

With the news of missing mortals, and the recent attack, a new flame lit up in Flynn. He reached for the tablet once more, scrolling through applications until he settled on a nondescript icon. The boy tapped it, bringing him to an encrypted login page. He typed in a password, which brought him to another page. At first it was black, but then a white laurel wreath logo appeared in the center against the dark background. Underneath, displayed in all caps, were the words ARGONAUT PROTOCOL. It was time to get to work.

#hbrp:story #i'll add some sort of header pic later

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ameliedegontaut:

She simply gave a nod, eyebrows raised as if to say ‘yes, continue’. Though she wasn’t entirely sure how relevant the information would be, she hoped whatever he decided to share would help her gauge just how tolerable time spent with the boy would be.

“You’ve been around for a while, haven’t you? I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of the name Castor or Castor Enterprises... Or The Castor Trading Co., that’s what it was called when it was first founded in the late 1800′s. Well, that’s my family’s company. Our tech department is the company’s biggest. Part of that is developing weapons and counter-attack equipment. Pair it with Castor’s aid and relief protocol, and I think we could really do some good for this place.”

ameliedegontaut:

“Why wouldn’t he trust you?” She asked, eyeing the decanter carefully while she kept a fair amount of distance between them. Amelie kept her arms crossed over her chest defensively and likely wouldn’t change that any time she stepped outside of her cabin. “Don’t take it personally, I hardly ever enjoy the presence of heroes, especially the children that reside here.” It was said pointedly as if Flynn should remember that he is lumped in among the group of children. “Just that he hopes to restore camp’s borders as quickly as possible to prevent further damage.”

She was right, Flynn didn’t take her disdain personally. “So I’m officially on restoration duty now. I can work with that.” He had been lending a hand, but if Chiron wanted him to team up with someone else for that reason, it was his honor to keep doing so. “Well I guess I should tell you a bit about what I do, huh?”

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