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A/N: Hello everyone! So this is my third and final (and incredibly late) prize for the SpringFRE. I'm still working on the next chapters but knowing that I've posted it will help push me to complete it as it's now out there in the open.
The gist of the prompt was that SarcasticSmiler isn't a fan of red apples due to some childhood stuff and had mused about whether that could be fitted into a fic. I had a think about what I could do and once again I had a brain fart and this idea appeared, and the more I toyed with it the more I thought that I could very well come up with something cool for this. So, without further ado I present you with Dreamland!
I'm REALLY hoping it works out the way I want it too, as I can do a lot of awful things to the boys! XD Mwahahaha! And it fits in perfectly with the Britchell series I have running atm, which has a few more stories to be added before it's completed. So not only am I picking the "We Are One" series back up again, but we also get a three new characters! Woohoo!
I hope you all enjoy it, and I can't wait to hear what you think!
An Air New Zealand plane touched down at its home base at Auckland International Airport and began taxiing down the runway, ground crew directing the Boeing 777-300 towards the tunnel lying in wait so its passengers could begin the process of disembarking.
“Welcome to Auckland ladies and gentlemen. Its 25 degrees outside, blue skies and no clouds; clearly the City of Sails is putting on a show for you. I hope you enjoy your stay and thank you for flying with Air New Zealand.”
“For crying out loud,” one of the passengers grumbled, only a hint of his Greek accent audible after spending the last five years in England. “How can these people sound so pleased after being stuck in a pressurised tube for twenty-seven hours - ow!” He turned to glare at his brother, his dark brows drawn down into a fierce scowl, “what the fuck was that for?”
“Watch yourself Aeton,” Leon hissed, green eyes that matched his brothers flashing dangerously. “The last thing we want is to draw attention to ourselves. We’ve landed and we have a job to do, so shut your mouth and behave.”
“Who died and made you boss?”
“Mother, apparently,” the third brother grumbled, blatantly checking out the young woman who had been sitting two rows ahead. She turned and caught him staring, but rather than looking away he winked shamelessly and smirked when her pale cheeks suddenly turned pink. “Or have you forgotten that the oldest gets to run the show?”
Aeton opened his mouth to retort when Leon elbowed the pair of them in the ribs, making them wince. “Shut it the pair of you. Seth, stop checking the lady out and get up, I want to get this job done as soon as we can. The less time we spend in this blasted country, the better.”
After going through customs and the compulsory baggage check the three brothers left the terminal building with their suitcases in tow, their black leather jackets and dark denim jeans providing a warmth unnecessary in the face of the gorgeous Auckland weather.
“Urgh,” Seth muttered, glaring up at the sky as he slid his sunglasses onto his face, “who the fuck turned the sun on at this time of year?”
“It’s summer here you dick,” Leon replied in exasperation, peeling his jacket off until he was just in his singlet. After slinging it over his shoulder he wheeled his suitcase towards the rental car company nearby. “Their seasons are opposite to ours, or did you not do your research before you came here?”
“Did you not do your research like me?” Seth mocked in a childish voice as he followed him, “the bookworm and general knowledge freak? Of course I bloody didn’t. I was preoccupied with gathering the information we actually needed.”
Leon rolled his eyes and didn’t deign to answer. If he did it would only serve to ignite his little brother’s incredibly short temper and the last thing he needed was him blowing up and losing focus on the task at hand. He carried on towards the rental company, leaving his suitcase with the other two who continued bickering while he approached the main office. He loved his younger brothers, he really did, but it was during times like these that he wished his family was normal.
Or as normal as Greek Gods could get.
He often envied families that seemed to have achieved the right balance of conflict and cohesion; bickering, roughhousing and name calling would occur one moment only to see them turn and defend their own with a fierceness one would be unwise to challenge the next.
Unfortunately for him the veil of normality his mother had worked so hard to achieve was lifted the moment he had turned eighteen. At first his brother’s and sister had accused him of taking the role of being an adult too seriously, saying that he was becoming broody and quieter as the days wore on. He ached to tell them the truth, to scream and shout that he hadn’t changed, but had instead been forced to adjust to becoming the host of something that shouldn’t even exist.
But he couldn’t. Instead he had had to wait patiently for the years to pass before one by one first Aeton, then Seth and Aella turned eighteen before the family secret could be revealed.
His mother has left it to him to explain what was happening to them, what had happened to him and they quickly understood that it wasn’t that he’d been trying to be the more mature one, but rather he had been adjusting to the fact he was now the vessel of a Greek God.
Something they too would have to learn to adjust to.
The following years had been interesting to say the least. Where he had been somewhat fortunate to share a body with Morpheous, the God of dreams, his two brothers had been blessed - or cursed depending on who you spoke to - with Gods much darker than his.
And more dangerous.
Aeton, who was the second of the four siblings had ended up with Phobos, the God of Fear. The first few years following his ceremony had been tumultuous at best; the normally happy go lucky outlook he had given life had disappeared and been replaced with a constant battle of anxiety and anger, a battle which Leon and their mother had been helpless to stop. After he’d turned it was all they could do to be the guiding light Aeton so desperately needed in a life suddenly filled with darkness.
It took an age, but eventually after many trials and more than a few tears a balance between the two personalities was found, allowing Aeton to slowly get on with his life once more, or as much as he could with his body’s new and unwanted resident.
And then there was Seth.
Seth, who had been even more innocent than Aeton had found himself sharing a body with Deimos, the God of Terror.
Whether it was because of his innocence, or the fact he had been babied along with his twin sister, watching Seth succumb to his God had nearly torn their family in two. Seth, who had treated all life like it was precious, had become almost cruel; his actions tinged with malice, pain and no small amount of fear.
If it wasn’t for Aella who had become the vessel of Aphrodite - who was the complete opposite to Deimos in every sense of the word - they might have lost Seth to the darkness completely.
As it was, their family teetered on the edge of destruction. Aella was the one who kept them sane, together and in line.
And it was because of Aella they were here.
“LEON!”
He blinked in surprise, shaken from his reveries by Seth’s yell. He turned and looked over at his brothers who were staring back at him and looking unimpressed. “What?!”
“Quit staring at the wall and get the keys already! We don’t have all fucking day!”
He turned his head and discovered that he was in fact standing beside the admin building for the rental car company. Blushing slightly in embarrassment he flipped his brother off before rounding the corner in search of one of the employees.
After filling out the appropriate forms and getting a run down on the basics of the car the brothers stored their suitcases and left the parking lot.
“It’s 9:52 am in Auckland and what a gorgeous day it is today…”
“I swear to god Leon if we have to listen to this for the whole trip I’m going to fucking lose it!”
Leon rolled his eyes and sighed, adjusting the volume of the radio until it was gentle background noise.
“There,” he snapped, “happy now?”
Seth shot him a glare before focusing on the road ahead, and well versed with his youngest brother’s mood Leon promptly ignored him. He pulled out his notebook that he’d been working on on the plane and turned in his seat so he could talk to the pair unimpeded.
“So, here’s the plan. We go to the office building he’s working at, scope it out for a few days to get an idea of his work hours, plus those of anyone else who works with him. We’ll also follow him home so we can find out the other ones habits. The sooner we know this, the sooner we can try and target the pair of them individually.”
Aeton frowned, leaning forward and resting his chin on his hand. “What if we can’t get them alone? This won’t work if we can’t give them a full blast of our powers.”
“We’ll get them alone, don’t worry. They can’t stick 24/7.”
“We don’t even know how powerful they are, Leon,” Aeton replied. “It’s one thing to use our gods on those in our own pantheon - and that’s hard enough as it is - but against those in another pantheon altogether? For crying out loud, up until two months ago we didn’t even know they existed!”
“I’m not sure if they’ll work Aeton, but sticking to the plan is the best we can do for now. If they turn out to be stronger than us then we’ll have to see if our Gods have any extra tricks up their sleeves to help us beat them.”
“Well we aren’t leaving until their minds are so broken they’re begging for death,” Seth hissed. “After what they did to Aella I won’t let them walk out of this alive.”
Leon and Aeton both reached over and put a hand on their baby brother’s shoulder in comfort. “They will pay, Seth,” Aeton told him, “you have our word. No one messes with our family and gets away with it.”
Seth nodded, tightening his grip on the steering wheel slightly before letting it go. “They will regret the day they laid eyes on her, let alone a finger. Now hurry up and pull up the coordinates of this place we’re going too. And for Christ’s sake put on some music!”
Reaching forward Leon input their destination into the GPS and fiddled around with it until they could hear the instructions. “Right,” he said over the female voice coming out of the unit, “let’s go get these bastards.”
“Destination: Johnson Public Relations. Your estimated time of arrival is thirty five minutes.”