You've Got to be Kidding Me:
This is my first Percy Jackson fanfic, I hope that you like it. I don't own the characters of Percy Jackson, only my OCs and the plot :) Based in between The Lost Hero and the Son of Neptune.
Summary: We all have our favorite books, but what if a blonde in an orange t-shirt walked up to you and told you that it wasn't all fiction and you were part of it, well, welcome to my life...
Chapter 1: I'm a Demigod?
I really, really hate it when I tell out-of-staters that I'm from New York, because the immediately think that I mean the city. And I don't people! Hello! New York City isn't even the capital, morons... usually after this I have to explain to people that the capital is a city called Albany and that I live in upstate New York, you know, the Adirondack Mountains. That's where I live, on a lake called Sacandaga. It's in the mountains, it's not famous or anything, only to the people who live in Upstate New York... but now I'm rambling...
I guess it's because this is my first time in the city, I don't know what to expect, my Dad is here for a business trip and since I'm on spring break, I came with him. While my dad was in his meeting, I went down to central park. Yeah, yeah, I know that that wasn't the brightest move on my part but I had to. I had to go see the trees and go to the only fresh air in the city. And as weird as it sounds, I was just drawn to it. Have you ever felt something like that, like you just know that something is going to happen and you just have to go to that place? No, great, I was kind of hoping that I wasn't the only weird one in the world.
I sat down on a bench away from where most of the people were, it was deeper into the trees, there was no one around me for a good distance. I didn't know that I could be so secluded in NYC, I guess I was wrong. I took out my book from my backpack. It was one of those Percy Jackson books. I was rereading the Last Olympian for the second time. It was still hard to imagine all of New York shutting down for a few days with all its inhabitants fast asleep. But, I guess that's what makes it such a good story. I've been hooked on the books since last fall when I saw a sign in the local bookstore back in my hometown for the newest book: The Lost Hero. Ever since I picked up the first one, I can't seem to put them down. My dad likes to mess with me about, he says that I read them so much that it's like I'm turning into a demigod. Ha, yeah right Dad.
I was reading the part where Annabeth and Percy have a little moment after Annabeth saves Percy's life by stepping in front of the blade for him that was about to hit his Achilles' heel. I, as always when I read this part, wanted to punch Percy in the face for not kissing Annabeth right then and there and for being an oblivious moron too. I continued to read when I heard something very, very strange.
No, that wasn't possible. You're just imagining things. A roar? That's impossible, there is nothing in Central Park that could make that sound. Or so I thought...
Stupidly I went to investigate.
I had no idea where I was in this park, all I was doing was following the noise. Surprisingly, when I passed people, no one seemed to hear the noises but I kept going. I moved my backpack from one shoulder to both and picked up a big stick. I moved a little closer and found quite an interesting sight.
There stood a girl with blonde princess curls, wearing an orange t-shirt and denim shorts. But what she was wearing wasn't the interesting part. No, the girl was there, holding a dagger, fighting off a- a- a giant dog? This dog had to be a the size of a rhino or a grizzly bear. It was a large, black mastiff with glowing red eyes and it was growling at the girl.
"Today is not the best day to be messing with me, Hellhound," snapped the girl. The dog, I mean, Hellhound jumped at her again and pinned her down to the ground.
I don't know what happened next or why I did it, but I did another stupid thing. I threw my stick at the Hellhound.
"Hey, ugly, yeah you! Come at me." I yelled at the Hellhound. The Hellhound's head snapped up and he growled at me, he looked like he was about to come after me, but the girl grabbed her dagger and stabbed the beast in its neck and poof, it became a cloud of dust and fell around the girl. I ran over to her and help her up. She was holding her head and her knees were scraped up but besides that he looked fine.
"Hey, are you okay?" I asked her.
She looked up at me and I finally saw her face, if looks could kill she would have been a weapon of mass destruction. Her soft features were contrasted but her stormy gray eyes that were filled with rage but then, there was some sadness there too.
"You saw that?" she asked. I nodded. "All of it." I nodded again.
"So what's your name?" I asked.
"What's your name?" she countered.
"I asked first, now what's your name?"
"It doesn't matter." she said through clenched teeth.
"Yes it does, I just saved your life, shouldn't you thank me?" I asked.
"Fine, thank you..."
"Avery LaLima." I said as I blew one of my bangs out of my eyes. "And you're welcome."
She stared at me like she had seen a ghost.
"LaLima?" she asked. I nodded. "Well, isn't this funny, I came here looking for you."
"For me?" I asked. "I don't even live here."
"I'm not the daughter of the goddess of battle strategies for nothing, I knew you would be here." she said. "Oh, by the way, I'm Annabeth Chase, I'm here to take you to Camp Half-Blood." she stuck out her hand.
I didn't touch it. "What is this some crude joke? Did my dad pay you to do this to me? Do you find enjoyment from breaking hearts?"
"What are you talking about?"
"In this book," I pulled out the Last Olympian. "In this series, there is a girl named Annabeth Chase who looks just like you and is a Daughter of Athena, but this is fiction! She can't be real. You can't be real!"
She took the book from my hand and laughed a little.
"What?"
"Rick Riordan is the Camp-Half Blood Senior Scribe." explained Annabeth. "He's a Son of Apollo. When he told me and Percy that he was writing books on our adventures, well, I didn't believe him."
"Percy, as in Percy Jackson?" I asked.
"The one and only." She flipped open to my book mark and read the page, Annabeth blushed and handed me back the book. "He really thought that and- and felt that?" she seemed to ask herself more than me.
"If you guys are the real Annabeth and Percy, then I'm pretty sure that he's been in love with you since the third book." I said.
"The third?" asked Annabeth.
"Um, yeah, this one is the fifth, the third is the Titan's Cruse, um, you fell off a cliff... had to hold up the sky... Percy saved you..." I explained.
"Yeah, that Seaweed Brain." she smiled.
"So, you said that you're talking me Camp Half-Blood?" I asked. "I'm no demigod, I have no godly powers. I'm just a girl from upstate New York who is visiting the city because her Dad has a business meeting."
"So you think you're not special, aye?" said Annabeth, she walked around me as if she was figuring out what to do with me. "So, you're saying that the reason that you saw that Hellhound is because you're seeing things?" I nodded. "And the reason why you came to my rescue, like a hero, is because you bumped your head and it's making you do heroic things, making you see monsters, and ignited your inner fighter."
"Inner fighter?" I asked, trying not to laugh.
"Yeah, you have ADHD right?" she asked. I tensed. "And you're somewhat dyslexic, too?"
"Yeah, so?" I asked. "That doesn't prove anything."
Okay, maybe it did drove something, if Camp Half-Blood was real then it would explain a lot. Why I was dyslexic, why I had ADHD, why I never knew my mother... why strange things always happened to me...
"Well the fact that you saw the Hellhound does. Only demigods, monsters, and Gods can see through the Mist. Well, them and a mortal every once and a blue moon. Oh, and I'm guessing that you only have one parent?" asked Annabeth.
"Yes, now enough with the twenty questions please, alright, I believe you." I said, putting my hands up in defeat. "I, Avery LaLima, am a demigod. I'm a demigod... I'm a demigod!" I should be shouting I'm mental, I'm mental but I decided to let this play out.
"Great now that we have that settled, we got to get you to Camp Half-blood."
"What? No! If I'm going anywhere I have to tell my dad first."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea." said Annabeth. "Two demigods have a stronger smell than one, it's best that we get back to Camp now... but I guess it wouldn't be too bad if we went just to say good-bye."
I'm not really sure what exactly my brain was thinking as I rode in a taxi cab with Annabeth Chase, but I'm pretty sure it went like this:
Oh my gods, oh my gods oh my gods. Oh. My. Gods!
Yeah, creative right?
"Are you okay?" asked Annabeth.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, just a little over whelmed, that's all." I told her. "I've been reading about you guys for almost a year now, and I never imagined in my wildest dreams that it might be true."
"I understand... hey, could I see that book?" asked Annabeth. I handed it to her. As she read, she smiled at certain things and her face tensed at others.
"Is it all accurate?" I asked, about ten minutes later.
"So far." she said.
"So have you found Percy yet?"
"How did you know he was missing?"
"The Lost Hero, it's the one after this. Percy is missing and you find Jason and Piper and Leo instead." I explained.
"Jason has a theory, but Grover hasn't been able to get in touch with Percy via the Empathy Link- I'm sorry, why am I telling you this? You probably don't even know what I'm talking about..." said Annabeth.
"No, I know about what you're talking about." we sat in silence for a while, before I broke the silence. "Why did you come looking for me specifically?"
Annabeth closed the book, she wouldn't look at me. "My mom told me to find you." she explained. "She told me in a dream, and the thing is that at the time she told me, the Gods were locked away in Olympus, they were talking to anyone. Even Mr. D went back to Olympus."
"Oh, when Hera went missing?" I asked.
"You do know everything."
"Yeah, and I have a pretty good memory."
"We're here." said the taxi driver.
"Thanks." said Annabeth, and she handed him something gold. I'd have to ask her about that later. "Come on. we don't have much time to get back to Camp, we need to be on the road before dark."
"Yeah, I'll make it quick." I said, following her out of the cab.
We walked into the hotel, for a second I thought that Annabeth had been her before by her reaction to the place when we walked in.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Nothing, for a second I thought that I've been here before." said Annabeth, she tucked one of her blonde curls behind her ear. "But I was mistaken, come on, we got to move."
I nodded and we ran to the elevator. I pressed the button for our floor. The elevator ride was silent, a comfortable silence. I didn't know why things were so easy when it came to talking to Annabeth, like there was some unspoken connection between us.
The doors open and I ran down the halls, Annabeth followed me. But then I stopped right before the door and she ran into me.
"Now what?" she asked, stumbling back a little.
"What happens after I go to camp?" I asked. "Will I be able to come back?"
"Of course." she said. "But you can stay if you like, some demigod children don't have a loving mortal parent or their scent is too strong to be out there on their own. I used to stay at camp all-year, but now I come just for the holiday breaks."
"Could I do that?" I asked. "I don't know if my dad could handle it without me all the time."
Annabeth nodded and motioned for me to open the door. I opened it and walked into the suite. "Dad?" I called. "Daddy? Are you here?"
"In here, A." he called back.
I motioned for Annabeth to follow me. We walked over to the living room where my dad had set up a little make-shift office. His back was turned to us but I could tell that he was on the phone. He was wearing one of his many navy-colored suits. I had picked it out for him this morning, before I left, I'm surprised that he actually wore it. He hung up and turned to me.
"What is it that you need, Ave-," when he saw Annabeth's shirt, he dropped his cell phone and slumped down on the couch.
"Dad?"
"I knew that one day this would come." he said into his hands. "I knew that one day you would have to go. She told me so, sixteen years ago."
"Dad?" I sat down next to him and placed my hand on his shoulder. "Who told you what?"
"You're mother, she's a goddess." explained my father. "When she first brought you to me, she warned me not to get too attached." he laughed lightly. "I thought she was joking at the time, I just never expected that you would actually have to go one day."
"You knew?" I asked. I didn't know if I was supposed to be anger or hurt or sad about that but I think I was feeling all three.
"Well, she kind of had to tell me." said Dad.
I just attacked him, first I hit my dad on the arm for not telling me sooner and then I hugged him as if I would never see him again.
"I have to go now." I said into his chest.
"I know, sweet heart, I know." he stroked my hair and let go of me.
"Well, goodbye Dad." I said.
"Not goodbye, it's until we meet again." said Dad.
"My mom says that." said Annabeth.
"You're mom must be a smart lady." said Dad.
Annabeth shrugged. "She's not the goddess of Wisdom for nothing." Annabeth flipped open her phone. "We've got to get going, we have to be there before dark."
I stood up and followed Annabeth out of the room, I glanced back at my dad. If Camp Half-Blood and being a demigod was like anything I read... I wasn't too sure that I wouldn't have to worry about finals anymore...
Hi! So yes, this story is based of a dream I had and there will be Percabeth in later chapters and some Jasper too and Tratie of course. So this is my take on what happens in the 8 months that Percy is missing at Camp Half-Blood, but it's starting in April so you only see the last few months before the gang heads out to Camp Jupiter. And I can't decided if I want Avery to have a romance with an OC or an actual Camp Half-Blood camper, so let me now, I know it's only the first chapter and there isn't much to go on but still. Please review and thanks for reading! :)
