Sooo hello people idk why I decided to create a fan fiction but I did. :-) it's a crossover of the mortal instruments, percy jackson, the hunger games, and the maze runner. Take a read if your also a fangirl :P PS this is like my first fanfic so DO NOT EXPECT TOO MUCH lawl

Chapter 1: The Weird Whirlpool

Jace was in the center of a whirlpool of confusion. Meaningless colors and objects floated past him. A Yankees cap. A ballpoint pen. A lethal looking bow and arrow. A tube with the letters WICKED on it. He reached out and tried to grasp something, but ended up grabbing himself. Suddenly, a boy with green eyes whisked past him. Weird, he thought. A few minutes later, an unconscious girl with a braid flew past. Jace was getting irritable. Who were these people? He tried to patiently wait for the world to stop spinning and soon fell asleep.

Percy POV

"When is that kid gonna wake up?"

"How should I know, Isabelle? Besides, there are 3. Which one are you talking about?"

"Do you think their dead? It's been 2 and a half days!"

Random conversations drifted across Percy's consciousness as he started to make sense of his surroundings. Suddenly, the talking stopped.

"His eye just twitched Alec! See Clary? He's not dead."

Percy peeled apart his eyelids with difficulty. They felt glued together. He blinked a couple of times to chase the fuzziness of sleep away. As the world swam into view, Percy saw 3 people hovering over him. There was a tall, beautiful yet dangerous looking girl with long black hair, a sensibly dressed blue eyed boy, and a short redhead who only went up to the tall girl's shoulders.

"Thanks a lot for waking me up with your stupid and very loud conversation," Percy said with annoyance, "can't a guy get a bit of sleep nowadays? By the way: I feel like I'm not supposed to be here… Where exactly is this?"

Isabelle laughed, but it sounded more like she was choking. "New York Shadowhunter Institute. And you are not supposed to be here. We were kindhearted enough to take you in after you popped into existence from nowhere."

Percy rolled his eyes. "That made a lot of sense. Thanks for letting me know I was in the Institute."

Clary sighed, "He's just as sarcastic as Jace." Her face turned ashen and worried at the mention of his name. Isabelle put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure Jace is alright, maybe he popped into existence somewhere else too! Anyways, you shouldn't be worried. Jace is a survivor."

"What am I missing here?" The person on the other side of the room sat up with a groan, looking frazzled as well.

"Oh good! You're awake now. What's your name?" Isabelle crossed the room and Clary and Alec followed. Percy stumbled after them a moment later.

"I'm… Thomas. I feel like I've been in this klunk situation before, except how come my memories are still intact then?"

"Me too," Percy said with an unreadable expression on his face, "Where do you come from? I'm from Camp Half Blood. Son of Poseidon at your service. Wait, the great Persassy Jackson serves no one! I take that back."

"You're a strange guy," Thomas admitted, "I'm from the Maze. Just don't know where all the other Gladers went. We were fighting Grievers in that shuck place just a minute ago and now I'm in… actually I don't know."

"I hate to interrupt this awkward conversation but have any of you seen Jace? Blonde dude, overwhelmingly large ego?" Clary interrupted.

Then Percy remembered the whirlpool of weirdness. He had seen a blonde guy with a scowl on his face fly by, hadn't he?

But he was forgetting something very important. Where was Annabeth?

and there ya go! ill probably update like once or twice a week if people actually read this… tehe