Olympian Complex

“Listen, I don’t know what’s gotten into you two, but…”

“He started it!”

“Did not!” “Did too!”

Gregory rubbed his temples, taking a deep breath. His job – perhaps his life – depended on getting adolescent twins to stop arguing. He was doomed.

“Look, Artemis, if you don’t get this resolved, I can’t send you on this mission…”

“Mission?” Both heads swivelled. Four identical eyes lit up before one pair clouded and the other grew stern.

“Why not? She’s just as good as I am…” Artemis’ heart leapt. He didn’t think she was a stupid girl! Apollo silently raged, hands subconsciously balling into fists. How dare their handler make his sister cry?! She was obviously distressed at his words…

Greg frowned a bit. “Of course she is, I didn’t mean to imply… it’s just, she wasn’t able to synch with Selene while you two were fighting.”

Apollo was floored. Eyes misting, he turned to his sister, speechless. “I… I’m so sorry…”

Artemis burst into fresh tears, hugging her brother tightly. “I’m sorry, too….”

“Never, I’ll never hurt you again…”

“No, never, I love you…”

“I love you too….”

Gregory let this go on for a few moments before hesitantly clearing his throat.

“Um, not to interrupt but… we need to get to work sometime soon….”

He gulped as four identical eyes shot four identical glares at him. “…just a thought.” he mumbled. This was going to be a long day.