Chapter Text
sam/jack pov
When they got inside the mountain, they put the kids (kids?) into interrogation rooms, and tried to take their weapons. The girl looked distrusting as if she thought bad things would happen if she were separated from her dagger. The boy looked almost smug as he handed over his sword. The youngest of the trio, who looked like he couldn't have been more than 10, didn't have any weapons. Jack wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.
Daniel walked into the small room and tossed a file on the table in front of Percy.
"What's your story, Percy Jackson?"
"Just out for a hike"
"In colorado?" Dr. Jackson raised his eyebrow, "you live in new york. You have been here for less than 12 hours and already have started a house fire, fought a man twice your size in the yard, and chased him into the woods, where he disappeared"
"What can i say, i like to live life to its fullest" percy started fidgeting with a pen from his pocket.
"Ok" Daniel let out a breath, "let's try this again. What do you want with the boy? Why did you set his house on fire?"
"I didn't start the fire, the monster did. I'm trying to keep the kid safe."
Across the hall, Sam walked into an identical room and sat across from annabeth.
Jack got stuck questioning the kid, who looked utterly confused. He decided to open with a show of good faith and brought a sandwich for the kid. Placing it down in front of the boy, Jack softly asked "what's your name, kid"
"Ethan" the boy squeaked out
"Alright Ethan, can you tell me what happened?"
The boy stared down the sandwich "you wouldn't believe me. Grown-ups never do."
"Try me, i've seen a lot of crazy things around here" O'Neil encouraged.
"The monsters keep coming for me. Dad said that it was because of who my mom is, and that some people were coming to take me to a camp, where i would be safe. I was waiting for them, dad was at work and i was trying to pack a bag when the large one-eyed guy broke into our house. Percy and Annabeth came running in after him and started to fight him. I don't really know what happened from there." the kid finished his story and promptly took a big bite of the sandwich (pb+j for the win).
"Alright, ok" jack sighed, it wasn't the craziest thing he had heard working with the stargate, but these were children. "Why don't we call your dad, have him come pick you up."
"Can't," ethan says with his mouth full, pausing to swallow "he doesn't have phone service where he works. He's gonna be out for a few days."
What is this kid, without a parent for days at a time, "write down his name and phone number and ill give it a try anyway.'' Jack says sliding a pen and paper across the table.
Ethan slid the paper back across the table after scribbling down a few words with a reluctant "good luck" as jack left the room.