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Abigail & Hannibal's Place, Sunday

Kate felt awful. Her head hurt, although she was glad she was only feeling a little pukey. Mostly when standing up, which she obviously had to do just about first thing after waking up, because she needed to take something for her head. So, she made her unsteady way into the kitchen and found her bag and the painkillers that she'd been wise to equip herself with before coming here last night.

She also found her phone, and on her said phone, she found a text from Bod (hoping she wasn't going to be feeling badly this morning) and a voicemail. Running water from the tap, she brought the phone to her ear to listen to the latter.

And then she was left standing with her mouth open because it was Luke. Who she'd pretty much assumed was dead, yes. Except now he wasn't and seriously, should she just not trust the finality of death anymore? ... And seriously, was no one who came back from certain death going to actually tell her in person? Because this voicemail and text message stuff was getting old.

Why yes, Kate Gregson's most prominent emotion at getting her friend back was pure annoyance. She'd probably blame that on the hangover later, but right now she was frowning a lot, and calling Luke back.

[ooc: NFB. House modded with permission, post for that guy she's calling.]

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Luke wasn't hungover this morning because, surprise of all surprises, he didn't drink last night. He blamed the fact that Percy didn't drink much.

So he was actually in a fairly good mood when he picked up the phone, even after seeing who it was. "Hello."

"A voicemail, seriously?"

Hello to you too, Luke. So awesome of you to not be dead.

"Was that not something I should have done?" Luke asked, more than happy with playing stupid.

"No," Kate groused, finally managing to get some water into a glass. "Huge, epic news don't go in voicemails, Luke. You ass."

"I will definitely keep that in mind for the future," he said, even if he knew very well what he did was wrong. "It felt kind of weird showing up randomly. It took me long enough just to make the phone call. Not something I've ever had to do before."

"Mm." She kpt him waiting for a moment while she knocked back painkillers and a little water. "Well, you would've probably shown up in the wrong place, anyway."

Current situation aside, even. She was pretty sure she'd left him under the impression she was jetting off to Japan.

"Yeah that was another issue," Luke said even if he hadn't thought about that. That would have been a legitimate excuse rather than just owning up to being an idiot. Dammit.

"I really am sorry," he said. "I've been all over the place mentally since I've gotten back."

"Well, I guess that makes sense," Kate allowed, looking for a chair to sit in. She was so not walking out of the kitchen before the painkillers kicked in. "So how long've you been back?"

"Little over a week," he said. "Didn't really make my first public appearance until Friday though--aside from Percy's room, I mean."

"Ohh," Kate replied, as she sunk onto a chair, "how's the brat taking this surprising turn of events?"

It was a slightly less annoyed question. Also, curiosity spurred on by the fact that she didn't know how she was taking these news.

She suspected that was mostly the hangover, though.

"I'm really not too sure. Sometimes it's almost like nothing has happened which is...slightly worrying," he said. "And then other times it's super awkward, like he's afraid of initiating anything. He doesn't trust me. Which is legitimate, I guess."

He had no idea how he was gonna fix the whole trust issue.

"There's certain stuff I can't tell him without screwing up the future and he knows that. I think it annoys him even if he's not saying anything about it."

"Since I've been spending New Year's with the guy whose evil self tried to kill me almost exactly a year ago, I can kinda sympathize on that first part."

She lowered her voice a bit as she said that, just in case Hannibal wasn't still out cold.

"Also ugh, timeline issues."

"Massive, massive timeline issues. The fate of the world is literally dependent on Percy making the right decision about something," Luke said. "Which I realize sounds horrifying, but in my timeline at least, he did choose correctly."

"Can I just say I'm glad I'm pretty sure the fate of my world doesn't depend on Percy making any decisions?" Well, she'd already said it now. Sigh. "So is any of this stuff things you can tell me, or am I better off not knowing?"

"You're probably better off not knowing, but I'll tell you stuff if you want," Luke said. He felt kind of alone dealing with this stuff, though he was grateful that Anakin was there to hear him out and not say anything to anybody else. "I trust you not to say anything."

"I'm fabulous that way," Kate drawled, then sighed, closing her eyes. She rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Okay, hit me. I promise you can't make me feel much worse than I already do."

And she'd wondered. A lot. Although she'd been trying to repress it because what good did wondering do?

"Okay then," he said, taking a deep breath. "Percy's gonna have to help me kill myself. That's why I don't want him knowing beforehand, I'm afraid he'll hesitate and not do it."

"... Oh." Yeah, okay, maybe she hadn't quite expected that, and maybe her stomach did a very uncomfortable twist at the words. "Wow. Uh... Wait, does that mean that you -- ?"

She didn't really know how to end that question, honestly.

"Died? Yeah," he said, the words sounding weird even to him. It still wasn't something he was used to. "It had to happen. A prophecy deemed it so or something."

"I fucking hate prophecies," Kate muttered darkly. "So why aren't you still dead? Is this another immortality thing?" A beat, and she added, "If you came back as a vampire, I think I'm officially going to go a bit insane."

Because she was a freaking vampire magnet.

"No, no, I'm back to my old demigod self. Nico brought me back," Luke said. "Which actually really pissed Apollo off. He ended up zapping me back to Fandom before I could see what happened to Nico, but it wasn't good whatever he did 'cause I haven't seen him since."

"... Oh." Nico had never been her favorite – not to mention that she'd originally pegged him for Percy's villain cousin – but that didn't mean news like that didn't sound bad. "Guess that happens, with these things."

"I guess." Luke couldn't help but feel massively guilty about it. "I wouldn't have minded staying dead. I'm happy to be alive now, don't get me wrong, but I died on my own terms. He shouldn't have brought me back."

Nothing he could do about it now.

"At least I'm being hailed as a hero back home," he said lightly. " I can't ever go back there again but it still is a nice ego boost."

Kate rubbed her temple. This was kind of a heavy morning, and she had several questions in her muddled brain. "How do you get to be called a hero for killing yourself?"

That was kind of a major one.

Oh right, that did sound weird if you weren't there. "So you know the guy that I teamed up with and turned out to be a big asshole was Kronos, right? Well, he wanted a human form and he volunteered me for the job and I was kind of forced to take it."

This sounded completely ridiculous, even to himself.

"So we shared a body for about a year, and he was calling the shots the entire time," Luke continued. "That is until I started learning how to take back control of my body. So in the end killing myself ended up destroying him too and stopped the war."

"So... Kind of like a divine form of DID," Kate decided, always ready to put things into terms she could easily grasp. "Except evil and inducing suicidal tendencies."

... Yeah, you just wait a few months, Kate.

"Wait, was it seriously a year for you?"

"It was a year sharing a body with Kronos. Honestly, death was the better option compared to that," Luke told her. "But I was gone longer than that. I'm twenty-three now. And Percy's already made fun of me for it, don't worry."

"Yeah, I don't think I'm really up to making fun of you for your old age right now," Kate drawled. "I woke up convinced you were dead. I think you're exempt from being made fun of right now, sensei."

"Thanks," he said, smiling slighly. "I'm glad I'm not dead. Well, not anymore. And I don't have any drama to worry about at home now either. Now all I have to worry about is regular mortal stuff and, well, Percy. Always Percy."

"Which is more than enough for one person, really," Kate noted. "I'm glad you're not dead, too."

She finally got around to actually saying that. Good for her.

"I still don't approve of all this letters and voicemails bullshit, but that's just 'cause I missed you."

"I missed you too," he said. "We should probably arrange to see each other sometime soon so you can see my handsome face again."

Kate snorted. Not that he wasn't handsome. "I'm sorta due for a Fandom visit, anyway. Next time there's a break in my fabulous new work schedule. And you obviously still have an open invitation to my place, but my aunt had her baby so it's kind of a hectic mess sometimes."

"You're still living with your aunt?" Luke asked. "I thought you were leaving the country."

Kate would've rolled her eyes if she hadn't been convinced that would've hurt right now.

"Yeah, even after paying for my parents' support by getting punched in the face by an alter, that plan kinda fell through," she said. "The Cliff Notes version is that my first attempt at leaving was foiled by an earthquake and the second by my nervous breakdown at the airport. So now I'm a trainee flight attendant at SkyKans."

Because that made sense.

"You're a stewardess?" Luke...did not see that coming.

Kate was a girl of fast, unexpected life decisions, truly.

"Trainee," she said. "But yeah. Had my first flight couple of days ago and everything."

"Well congratulations," he said, smiling to himself. "That's actually pretty cool. Minus the possibility of little kids throwing up on you, of course."

"Thanks," Kate replied, and even managed a small smile for that, pointless as it was on the phone. "Not quite as epic as hero status but I still feel like I might be going somewhere."

Finally.

"Well if you ever find that you're doubting yourself you can always remember that I'm a twenty-three year old junior in high school," Luke said. Not that he thought he looked it, despite what Percy said.

"Yeah, I don't know if it helps that even my friends fall more on the fuck-up prone end of the scale," Kate drawled, though she sounded wryly amused. "But at least I haven't died yet."

"It's not as bad as it sounds," Luke said. "Well, okay, I kind of exploded so that part hurt but the actual dying part wasn't too bad. Like falling asleep."

That was a little morbid but, hey, it was the truth.

Kate couldn't help sighing. "I hope it's like that for me."

... Right.

"Uh, okay, way morbid. Let's blame my hangover and the general fucked up way this death thing works around me."

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