I do not own any of the Percy Jackson series or the Heroes of Olympus

Percy woke up with a massive headache.

He looked around the room he was in as if seeing it for the first time. He remembered the sea green of the walls and the shell-tiled floor. He thought he saw the reflections of the fountain on the walls as if he hadn't crushed it years ago. Then he realized that was definitely NOT where he was. Just as the memories fell into place, they disappeared.

Reaching down, he grabbed the paper off the bench he'd been sleeping on. Above the headline he read that he was in San Francisco. Wasn't there something wrong with that? Something… dangerous? Best not to worry about it now, he thought.

He looked round the subway station and noticed a girl hovering uncomfortably nearby, as if waiting to see if he'd lash out at her now that he was awake. An older-looking woman with plump arms was looking murderously at them from the next bench over while backing away indiscreetly. He thought he heard her mutter something that sounded suspiciously like, "Teenagers." She got up and (with surprising speed for an old cripple) limped on her cane to a much farther bench.

Percy decided it was time to sit up and instantly regretted it. The headache evolved into a migraine as an onslaught of memories came to him. All of them disappeared withina tenth of a second. They were replaced by memories of a boy that was just leaving the ticket booth. The boy (Dean, his memories whispered) came galloping to him.

"I got the tickets," he said under his breath, "but I think the lady at the counter is starting to… Percy? Are you all right? You look pale."

"This… this isn't right," he croaked softly.

At first, Dean looked confused. Then, angrily he shook his head, saying, "Look, if you're gonna go developing a conscience now, don't bother-"

"What are you talking about?" Percy asked incredulously.

"Well, you were… but you weren't, were you?"

"I still have no idea what you're talking about."

"Never mind," he said stowing what Percy was starting to realize were stolen tickets in a bag. "What's wrong?"

"I-I don't… know?"

"How can you not know if you don't know something?"

"I remember you, but… it all seems fake. Like someone replaced my memory with something that doesn't belong."

"O…K?"

They would've continued talking and confusing each other more if it wasn't for the migraine increasing in intensity. Percy clutched his head as if to stop it from hurting, and, in doing so, noticed a few weird stares. The old lady was gone(probably on the subway), but the girl had decided to stick around. She was tryimg to eavesdrop on the conversation.

"What do you want?" Percy snapped.

The girl just stood there, watching. Then all Hades broke loose.

i am more of the editing type (though i still have a lot to learn) so my goal is to make 5 stories and become a beta reader. hope you enjoy this, though. i'd love to hear what you think about it. review if you feel like it.