first of all, I'm now obsessed with your will solace ms3 in the pitt xover
For son of Ares Jake being Will's medical proxy when he gets injured -
Jake leans into the being mistaken for Clarisse a bit (so angsty, that was his big sister, I love it), and Will apologizes for not being there, not saving her. Jake, sitting at his bedside, damn near in tears at this point, says, "it's okay, Will, I promise. We all know we're living on borrowed time anyway."
And Robby (or Jack, or Dana, or maybe even Cassie, who'd have a quicker grasp of it anyway, because of demigod!Harrison) hears.
Thank you <3 I'm still bamboozled by the amount of people that are enjoying it! Please keep feeding me all of your ideas. And if you have any scenes you want to see, send an ask! I'll happily write out little drabbles for it.
Anyway! Yes! Will is confused, forgetting where, and when he is. And Jake's shut-up-and-listen voice is so very similar to Clarisse. (He learned it from her after all)
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"Clarisse? I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I fucked up. Should have -" Will was mumbling now. A mixture of ancient Greek and English. He had stopped fighting the doctors but his eyes were glazed over, not focusing on anything or anything.
Jake closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep long breath. He didn't look at Robby, even though he could feel his eyes boring into him. Will sounded so young and it made him ache. Gods, Will had been younger than him now when Jake had first gotten to Camp. He had seemed so old then, so wise.
Fuck.
"It's okay." He starts, trying to sooth Will. "It wasn't your fault, you did good. It was -" He hesitated but forged ahead. "It was my choice, don't take that from me."
The nurses and doctors moved around the two of them, working to keep Will's temperature down, the IV got reattached, and meds were given. Although Jake was pretty sure they wouldn't have any impact.
Will didn't seem to notice, his eyes were glazed over. Not really here. Gods, what the fuck had he gotten hit with?
"Clarrise." Will said again, an edge of pleading to his tone. "Clarisse I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. They're all dead. I didn't -
"No you didn't" Jake said, his eyes burning and he blinked back the tears. It was so fucking stupid. He hadn't cried since - since Pittfest. Will needed him to be okay, to be his rock. He couldn't break. "It wasn't your fault, yeah? There wasn't -" He swallowed hard. "You didn't kill them."
You didn't kill Leah Jake. That's not on you. We can't change people's fate. Will had told him that over and over again. He hadn't believed him then, he didn't really now. But he didn't know what else to say, how else to help.
It seemed to work, or maybe he just succumbed to exhaustion. Whatever the reason, Will fell quiet. Jake dropped his gaze, staring at his hands. The new scars around his knuckles from where he kept ripping up the skin.
"Hey Jake," Robby said softly. Jake glanced up at him. "He's stable now. Why don't we step outside."
Jake hesitated. The last time he had stepped outside Will had freaked out. He didn't want to do it again.
"I've got him." Trinity said. Jake hadn't noticed when she arrived. Gods, he was so fucking tired. "I'll yell if he starts getting distressed."
"Don't grab his wrists.' Jake said quickly. "Or - or cover his eyes. He really hates the dark, and you can't - don't let him hit you. And -"
"Baby medic. breath. I've got this. Go talk to Robby." Jake glared at her. He sensed a setup. Trinity just stared him down, the same way Clarisse used to. The thought hurt more than it usually did.
"Okay." He said, taking a deep breath, before following Robby out of the room.
Jake: What, these? They help me detect and gauge magic levels. You can think of them as a kind of artificial, more accurate Sight.
Jake: I got the idea from my father’s journals ages ago, actually, but I was only able to get them physically made recently. They’ve been very helpful.
