Cloudy with a chance of Revenge (remus)

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Mars, in the long and the short of it, was furious. To start off with, he really really REALLY disliked infirmaries. They were a much needed resource and evil in his eyes. They smelled god awful, like bleach and disinfectant. Besides there were plenty of people who died in the hospital, either from malpractice or from just not being strong enough to make it, no matter which way you looked at it, Mars thought it was creepy. He would have to talk to Mr. Sunshine-shining-out-of-my-orfice to fix that. If Apollo ever got his head out of the clouds that is. But there was a really good reason for him to be here. He was here to see someone who was important to him. After all of the movement that had been going on divinely, Mars had taken a personal crusade to make sure that his people were doing alright. By his people, he meant Romans. But to be a bit more specific, he was here to see his children. Mars was abrasive and not exactly the easiest god to get along with. However he didn't know really how else to be. But after from some goading, he really needed to step in and make sure that his own children wern't suffering from him being a complete and utter fool. He had already spoken with Charlie, that was yesterday. He made it clear that no matter how harsh he was towards her, he still loved her and made her proud. After loosing Val and seeing how torn up Bellona was over it, Mars realized how precious his girls were to them and only treating them like second class people would quickly push them away even further. It would take him a long time to change if he was able to. Mars was rather set in his ways like stone.

Speaking of stone, Remus was the main reason why he was here. Mars pushed the sunglasses up around his eyes snuggly, he didn't want to create a scene for something that was going to be a private moment. He felt old and grizzled right now, so his mortal form probably looked close to what he was feeling. He passed by a mirror and a sink, no, it was his usual mortal form. Thank heavens for that. The last thing he wanted was for his Romans to see him looking haggard, Rome was only as strong as their patron. Even the new probatios could be strong if he was strong. There was a good bit that was on his shoulders and it showed. But he strode purposefully down the hallway and stopped at a door. His temper was boiling right now, he was a bit.... disappointed in his son who was praetor. But in all truth, his opponant had been quite the little cheater. She was a disgrace to the legion that she had been part of. She was lucky that he didn't automatically make her some greasy little smear on the pavement. Oh she would feel his wrath, Mars would curse her till the day she died for her mistake. Mars wasn't as vindictive as Venus or Juno could be, but he would get his revenge. No one cheated his son like that and got away with it.

Mars pushed the door open and surveyed the room. After what happened he expected there to be a bit more security. But even the most injured of his children were still strong by their own rights. At first, he turned his head, unable to look at Remus. He set his jaw and his pupils constricted. Just seeing his son like this made him sick, angry. He took in a slow deep breath, the wheels in his head turning and plotting on how best to fix this problem. He would fix it and then he would make sure that a problem like this never happened again. He swallowed hard, wondering if Remus would have even remembered what he looked like. Mars pulled a chair around and faced it backwards as he straddled it at his sons bedside. He wasn't quite sure what to say at this point. Words had never been his strong suit at all. Honeyed words were something he considered to be a weakness amongst people. If you couldn't come out and say it outright, then you didn't deserve to speak. He watched his son for a brief moment before speaking. “Remus?” His voice came out rather gravely and low. If the boy was asleep, he didn't want to wake him up. But he would keep a vigil over his son. He had done so here ever since Remus had been brought to the infirmary. Mostly it was at night when his son was asleep, but finally Mars had told Jupiter that he could go stick his lightening bolt up his podex and that Mars would do what he wanted. “Remus?” Again Mars spoke. He waited for a sign that his son had heard him.

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You know what sucked? Being bedridden sucked. You know what sucked even more? Being bedridden because of a lousy traitor lowlife. He still hurt like a mother, even though he was healing just fine. Which only kept the incident usually in the forefront of his mind. So the main thing that occupied the mind of Remus Stone was how to get back at the little fart that was Vivian Lopez. Attempted murder was usually frowned upon in this establishment. At least, it was to him. But what would be the proper way to deal with it? There was always dishonorable discharge, but she was already retired. Maybe something more along the lines of being kicked out of New Rome. That would be good. He just needed to discuss it with Jason and the Senate to make it happen. The legion held power here in Camp Jupiter. Just as in ancient Rome, where it was the military leaders who held rank in some of the highest classes in society. Oh, to live during those golden years. Full of great expeditions to take on the barbaric Germanic tribes, or conquering and expanding in all directions. War games the likes of which not even Camp Jupiter could replicate. And true respect for the gods. Temples all over the major cities across the Empire. The glory of Rome.

He shut his eyes and tried to picture it. Rome in its heyday. Gladiator fights, chariot races, panis et circensis. A strong, powerful Empire that no one dare challenge. Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to rule over that Rome. Vivian had been onto something there when she pointed out that he might have a bit of a Caesar complex. Some of the greatest Caesars were demigods though. Most of them children of Mars, naturally. And what glorious figures they were. Some true role models then.

Without realizing it, he drifted off into a light sleep. That was the best he usually got ever. He was an extremely light sleeper, always had been. Though Tessa’s teas did help with that. She should start a business with those teas, he had often thought. She’d make a fortune. New Rome needed talent like that. New Rome. Talent. He caught himself awake again, pondering what he often did. Eventually he would be told to step down. He only had one year left officially, though he had full intention of staying past it. Then again, at the same time, he had other things to consider now too, things he didn’t have before. Namely, Felicity Weingarten. Whom he’d talked to just the other night. Apparently her child-of-Pluto near-death radar had gone off on his behalf. Though she had been worried sick in the Iris Message conversation, it was still good to see her and talk to her again. And to hear how the quest was going. The whole situation the camp was in had him on edge. Saturn was on the move again, and that was never good. At least, it hadn’t been the last time it had happened. The last thing this place needed was another war. And that was coming from a child of the war god!

He sat up and grabbed the cup of now lukewarm tea that he’d gotten from Tessa and took a sip before putting it back on the side table. Anxiety was going to get him nowhere. He’d just remember to talk to Jason about it later. So he laid back and thought of Felicity for now. It was usually a calming topic. Especially now that she was starting to turn her back on Saturn. That had worried him to no end when she was working for the Titan. But things would be better now. They could be happy together now. Without that horrible Titan wedging himself between them. Again, he drifted off to sleep. This time a little deeper at least thanks to the calming effects of Tessa’s tea.

That was, until he heard something. Maybe? He was vaguely aware of something at least. There it was again. His name. And the voice sounded so familiar. He opened his eyes and, well, that answered why it was familiar. Of all the visitors to come, the one he least expected was his dad. Not that he didn’t care about his father. Quite the opposite actually. It was just that he knew his dad had a lot on his plate, being a god and all. And they had to know that there was trouble brewing down here in the mortal world. Which just meant that it was all the more meaningful that Mars was taking the time to come see him like this. He smiled. “Lord Mars. To what do I owe the honor?” On his own, he usually would have called him dad, but he was after all, a god, and did deserve respect.

Tag: Mars
Word Count: 812
Notes: sudden muse! yay

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To say that the god of war was worried was a bit of an understatement. His sons were his pride and joy, minus Cupid. That boy took after his mother more than him. Not that he was allowed to recognize Cupid as his own child. His mother was still getting on to him for sleeping around with married women. If he could marry just one, his mother would have been through the roof. He loved his mother, and all of the mothers of his children. He didn't remember them all but he loved them each in their own way. His children were special, they were the leaders that this great civilization had. Remus was a strong man and he had become rather impresive. He had the same attitude and personality that he himself had. It was never a bad thing to be like him. If only all Romans decided that it was a good thing to be like mars. The camp and New Rome would be better off if more were like him. Okay maybe that sounded a bit prideful, he would leave that particular brand of bullshit to his step-father. Jupiter could take that blowhard attitude and shove it up his lightening bolt. But as Mars took a vigil over his own son, he frowned. There were so many emotions that welled up in his chest. He was angry at Remus for being caught unaware, but he was more furious at his attacker for being a sneaky and underhanded little brat. He was furious at his so called father, that king of the gods. He didn't deserve the respect he demanded. He was furious that he kept the rest of the immortals out of the lives of the people that needed the gods the most.

“You are allowed to call me dad.” Mars said sternly as he wagged a finger at his son. But there was that sense of respect that Mars had come to expect from his own children. Most of them were smart enough to know to not disrespect the gods. That girlfriend of his sons however, was lucky her father loved her so much and Mars wasn't allowed to smear her into the pavement like the little roach she was. But Remus loved her. There wasn't much for his kid's taste in women. It would seem that all of his kids lacked judgment when it came to choosing significant others. Though he was lucky that at least it wasn't Venus herself that Remus had a thing for. Talk about having an awkward conversation about how his kid couldn't possibly love a woman like that. Okay so maybe half of that was his own jealousy and not wanting anything or anyone to come between him and his lover. Vulcan was another story, if only he could kill that idiot for stealing his woman away from him. “Do I really need an excuse to see my son?” Mars asked with a raise of his eyebrow. What was it with all these people asking why he was here. Couldn't he just check up on his camp and see his romans for pure shits and giggles? Mars brought his eyes up to meet his sons. He had a hard, but tired look on his face. With so much going on, mars needed a good rest. But for now he would have to resign himself to being here with his son.

“But if the truth were to be told, I came looking for answers.....” Mars tapped a finger on his chin. There were things he wanted to know about the reason behind the attack on his son. It was quite a way to make a statement. But as his son's attacker was a female, he knew she would have yacked his ear off while trying to slice the other. If there was one group of people that made the stereotypical super villains look like every day people, it was females. They couldn't keep their mouths shut, they always had to gripe and whine about stuff that was unfair to them and that the world was out to get them. “Just wanted to have a little talk.” He rested his chin on his muscular arms. He watched his son intently, his eyes covered by his sunglasses as to not cause anything in the room to explode unintentionally. That would be bad, especially as far as his kid was concerned. He would never do anything to put his children in harms way. It was their own choice to fight in battle or in a war. He wouldn't force it on to them, but it was in their genetics to fight, to want to be a part of something that would change the world. Whether it was for a good fight or the wrong side it was something that he couldn't change about his own children.

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Remus smiled, even though he was getting told off by the god of war. It was a weird relationship that Mars kids and their father shared, both between themselves and with their dear old dad. He imagined most of the people in this camp might wet themselves if they woke up to Mars staring at them. “Noted.” He even went as far as to chuckle when Mars gave his very definite answer for being there. Maybe it was just the nectar in his system, but he felt at ease. “Right, sorry. I should know better than to question you. Thanks for coming to see me though, dad.” Though he wasn’t one to gush his feelings, he really was happy to see his father. Especially after that nasty hit he’d taken to his pride from Rhia just some week ago (he was still angry with her about that one), Mars visiting meant a lot more than he’d let on. Even just saying thank you did feel a little weird. But he did owe his dad thanks, and it could still count as being respectful, right? If not, he’d hold to the idea that he was drugged. Fair enough.

He nodded, even if it made the cut on the side of his neck sting like alcohol was being poured on an open wound, nectar and ambrosia aside. “Well then, I hope I can provide said answers. What do you want to know?” Though he had a feeling he knew just what, it was usually better to ask, especially when speaking to a god like Mars. Best not to assume and end rattling on about the wrong topic. That would be just his luck, wouldn’t it? At least, his luck recently. On the brighter side, he had received an Iris message from Felicity just the day before. Though she had been worried sick, it was good to see her again, to know she was safe. That the quest was going well. Well, mostly to see her again, but there was that responsible praetor part of him that needed news on the quest as well.

A little talk? With someone like Mars, that could be code for something very, very bad. Remus vaguely wondered if he was in trouble for having lost a fight. From his dad, that was quite possible. And he wanted so badly to impress his father. So maybe getting a visit in the infirmary wasn’t the best situation to be in on that account. He’d have to try doubly hard in the future and just hope Mars saw his efforts. No more cutting people slack, which he already did infrequently. No more pleasantries, also not common for him except around some people. There were some like Lyn, Jason, Charlie, Nick, and of course Felicity who he was a little more likeable around, but he hoped that that didn’t count against him. Felicity was his girlfriend, Nick and Charlie his family, Jason his coworker, and well Lyn seemed too innocent to be mean to. That and he didn’t think she understood mean. But back to the topic at hand. His father wanted a little talk with him. And come what may, it was time to Roman up and face whatever Mars had in mind. “Certainly. And what might the topic of interest be?” He hoped it didn’t show that he was nervous. He loved his father and looked up to him a great deal, but when it came down to it, Mars was still a scary guy.