#I'm fully blaming OfSwordsAndPens for reviving my PJO obsession

[luciemiddleford]

On Fics I'll most probably never write but have ideas for: Outlander/PJO crossover

Main points would be:

* Claire has Fae ancestry on her mom's side (I'm imagining it somewhat distant, like her grandfather or something, not directly per se).

* Claire would be a child of Poseidon (mostly because bloodbending could be GOOD damn it and I rarely see it treated as anything but evil).

* "Uncle Lamb" was her mother's younger brother, who ended up giving her the family surname and getting it all hushed up when said sister died in childbirth.

* Claire being a demigod child of Poseidon works well with her never quite being able to spend much time anywhere, and Lamb constantly moving them all over the world (maybe he realized his niece was being hunted by monsters and that's why he didn't leave her in a boarding school?).

* Part of the reason Claire was hard-ish to track even being a child of the Big Three is because she was constantly surrounded by prominent smells (the collective sweat of the other archeologists in the digs, spices, herbs, tobacco, etc.)

* Maybe her fae grandpa helped to keep her demigod presence subdued as a favour to either Lamb or his sister (Julia? I think it's sorta accepted Claire's mom was called Julia?).

* This was admittedly inspired by me reading @ofswordsandpens 's 7 Seas of Rhye fic and pondering how pre-WWII children of the Big Three were.

* This also comes from an e-mail rant I sent my best pal NickelTheRed about this very thing some days ago, in which I'll quote myself: "I guess I'm just hit again by the impact of the World Wars. What they meant, for the world, for history, for those who thought they had it all in the 20s to have their world come crashing down after 1933 and onwards, while Germany starved and raged and slowly moved towards the horror that followed."

Like, I imagine Claire, like at the start of Outlander (show, I mean, haven't read the books) thought that she would finally be able to make a permanent home with Frank, to settle, just to have that dream crashing with the start of the WWII and after, not only the way that war changed them both, but also how she was whisked away basically right after.

* The fae heritage is my way of rationalizing the faery stones and Claire being able to travel through them. Since after the oath of the Big Three Zeus seems to have moved right to murder whatever children of Poseidon and Hades that happened to survive the war (i.e. Bianca and Nico being so obviously targeted via lightning bolt to their hotel).

Other quotes of my e-mail rant 'cause I think I worded it well there:

"And I keep imagining Claire, asides from the show and the books, as the young woman she was at the start (and boy does the fact that she and her uncle kept moving CONSTANTLY never truly settling anywhere make sense if she was a demigod of the Big Three, especially hunted by every monster in the vicinity and very hard to keep hidden/disguised even before her awareness of her powers makes her even more visible to her hunters), thinking that AT LAST she'll be able to have a HOME to call hers, somewhere to settle and just... enjoy life, when WWII happens and her every hope of having a normal happy life with Frank is torn to shreds and stepped on.

And maybe part of her knows it, that the War will break them forever, even if she won't dare to admit it till she finds herself in the 18th century. Maybe part of her feels her divine heritage calling her to action, inexorably, inevitably.

Because children of Poseidon have control over fluids [I'm taking Percy as a model here sorta], and because I've always interested in bloodbending and sad that asides from his temporary sadistic snap Percy didn't get to expand on it and explore it... because part of me is mad af that bloodbending and any type of blood magic is by default considered bad or evil with no conscience of how much good it could bring...

I imagine that when Claire at last starts being unable to ignore the "magic" in her, the something-more that has always been kept hidden underwraps due to her uncle's loving diligent efforts, is so near the frontlines she can't seem to get the smell of battle off her nose.

With a dying man at her fingertips, desperately needing to STOP BLEEDING and the doctors too overwhelmed to help her patient. Her, a nurse with definitely not enough training to fix his arteries (because oh gods, there was so little time when the world finally exploded, it was there and staring at them, the ticking bomb, but they ignored it too long and there was no time to prepare by the time it did, they couldn't do that anymore). So she's desperate.

There are so many corpses, she's seen so many dead, and not being able to help, to save them so often has broken down her barriers, broken her to the bone.

So she shatters, inside, and then she feels it. Like suddenly being aware of something that had been staring at her face the whole time, veiled till just about then. Her eyes go from honey whisky to sea green, and the blood stops flowing from her patient.

And Claire doesn't know how, or why, but the blood has stopped flowing out and she just wants the damage to be repaired, for fucks shake.

And it is. It IS, and if there are more monsters going after her she doesn't know or doesn't notice, because she's already in the middle of hell and the enemies are endless anyway.

Everywhere, all the time, barely able to rest and breathe, taking every moment of respite like the miracle it is, because tomorrow there may be none.

Seeing Frank maybe once in two years, but being too sunk in her newfound nature - She can save them! More! More! Soldiers keep finding life under her fingertips, and the harried doctors praise her and trust her more, because this girl-woman is EFFECTIVE and in war that's all that matters, and she learns more from them than she had before, while fully aware that her way of healing is intrinsecally different, but works better the better she knows human bodies and how they're supposed to work, to heal - and the endless madness that is WWII takes her full attention.

And maybe her dreams get weirder, and she keeps seeing this imposing, handsome man with a trident that tries to talk to her but she's incased in blood and nothing quite reaches her beyond her name, but she thinks it may be a fuzzy memory of her long dead father.

And one day a stranger with sea green eyes, an american soldier for sure, finds her trapped in a ditch where she thought her days would end - the bomb came so suddenly, there were German soldiers nearby, she could hear them shooting down other survivors but she's trapped beneath at least two corpses and that may have just saved her life. This stranger feels familiar, and yet not, and for maybe the first time she wonders if anyone on her father's mysterious family just happened to live in America, didn't her uncle once say that her father had moved there before meeting her mom?

(It's one of her brothers, but she'll never know that. He dies not two days later in another bomb attack and she can't help but cry like a madwoman over his corpse for hours on end)"

Aka: I need more magical Claire. And demigods. And good bloodbending.