AU NAME: Faulted by Flowers (FbF)

A/N: Soooo, I ended up reading the Heroes of Olympus. Finally. I think I read PJO... 6 years ago now?? Anyway, I loved that series, but I wasn't originally going to read Trials of Apollo. They didn't seem interesting to me.

Then I saw the preview at the end of Blood of Olympus. It caught my eye, so I borrowed the series from the library, and now I'm halfway through book 3. This is probably gonna be my next hyperfixation, which is fun!

But. All the descriptions of the gods (especially Apollo and how he dealt with being mortal) sort of reminded me of someone else. So I had the idea to throw that person into ToA and see what happened. If I ever actually make something out of this, the following bit of writing would be the prologue!

Bonus game: See if you can figure out who this is about. Might be obvious, might not be. Who knows :)

The scientist's hands pressed against the glass. He watched the padded room inside, waiting for something to happen.

He knew what should happen. He'd done this two times before, first because he was bored, and then because he didn't know where else to go. But this was different. There were competing factors this time– conflicts of interest.

He heard a stuttering beep from the console next to him, like a metal detector being passed over a coin. His golden eyes narrowed, and he shifted his attention to the screen.

He stumbled back in alarm. The readings he saw should have been impossible, according to his research. But he knew better than to trust his books over what his eyes were telling him.

There was something in the way. Something was blocking the hole he was about to tear in reality.

The scientist leaned over and adjusted the knobs on the console, feeling more of his energy be drained by the machine he was using. It beeped again at a higher pitch, and he felt relief crash through his veins. It will work.

With a simple thought, the doors to the room slid open. He drew away from the console and stepped inside. The next part would need a steady hand; he planted his feet in the ground and watched as a crack started to form in the air.

He let out a hum of satisfaction. The machines were working, drawing on his power to execute the commands he'd given them. He reached into the crack, curled his fingers along the edge of it, and pulled.

By the time he realized something was wrong, it was far too late. He tried to jerk back, but he stumbled into the crack and disappeared. The lab went dark, all of the lights going out at once.

They would not be turning on for a very, very long time.