Just an idea I had! :)

This is my first PJO and Kickin' it crossover.

I know that this is a lot like the DC TV show Arrow. And trust me, I would know since it's my favourite show. And I am going to put Arrow in my disclaimer. So please, hold the comments that state I copied the show because I know that I have taken parts of the show.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' it, PJO or Arrow! (Even though it is not in this story.)

Percy's POV

I stared at my surroundings as I got out of the taxi that was parked outside an apartment building in New York.

Wow, I thought. So much has changed since I was last here.

I reached the boot of the car just as the driver had lugged my bags out and plopped it on the ground.

"Mate," he started breathlessly. "What's in this thing?" He said pointing at the heavier bag.

The corner of my mouth twitched up. "I'm sorry sir, but I don't think that that is any of your business. Correct me if I'm wrong?" I said innocently, hoping that the driver took it nicely.

Luckily, the driver let out a small chuckle. "Fair enough."

I smiled genuinely as I picked up one of my duffle bags and threw it over my shoulder, resting it there. I reached into my pocket with my free hand and pulled out one 20 dollar note and a 10, making up the total of $26.50 with a tip of $3.50.

"Keep the change," I insisted as I handed him the money before picking up the second bag.

The driver smiled as he thanked me and hopped back in the car. I took a step back as the car sped off to who knows where.

Once the car was out of sight, I turned around to come face to face with an apartment complex.

It looked to be about 14, 15 floors high, with possible underground parking. It looked to be about 4, maybe 5 years old. So fairly new.

My eyes scaled the building as I continued my observation. My eyes narrowed as they came across a weird thing hanging off the side of the building, but let out a sigh once I saw that it was just someone cleaning the windows.

I finally started my way to the front doors of the building.

~0~0~0~

The dude at the desk looked like he just saw a puppy get kicked.
I walked up to him slowly as I took in what the building looked like from the inside.

There was some nice couches and tables in what looked like a waiting area and there seemed to be a coffee machine sitting on the table. The walls were a light grey with multicoloured tiles as the floor. I unconsciously rubbed my shoe against the floor while I walked to see if it was slippery or not.
I was able to move my foot freely across the floor, but not so much so I could slip.

When I looked back up, I noticed the man give me a funny look. I mentally kicked myself as I knew that little inspection would've looked weird coming from a normal, every day 18 year old boy.

I mentally scoffed. If only he knew the reason why...

Once I reached the desk, the man glared at me like I had just started World War Three.

"Name," he finally said as he looked back down at his computer.

"Percy Jackson," I answered simply.

I saw the man start to type. P, e, r, c... Then he stopped all of a sudden. He slowly looked up to meet my eyes, the look of sadness now completely gone from his face.

"Wait. Percy Jackson? As in the boy who went missing at the age of 14? The one that was then found on a small island just off the coast of Russia?" He queried, slightly astounded.

I nodded my head slightly as my face hardened, my mental mask going back up.
Great, I thought. They know me here as well.

"If you don't mind, but I prefer to not speak of that time." I stated simply, with a slight edge to my voice that said that this was not up for discussion.

He seemed shocked for a second at my reaction, but then pity took over his face as he looked back down at his computer as he continued to type the rest of my name.

I slightly clenched my teeth as I saw the pity on his face.
That was one of the reasons I left Seaford. To get away from the looks of pity on people's faces I pass on the street. I don't need anyones pity and I defiantly don't want it. I was only home for two days before I decided to head back to my old city which I was in when I was taken.
But even though the looks of pity played a part in my decision to leave, the main reason was something far more important...

"Room 1357, 13th floor Mr Jackson," the man's voice brought me out of my thoughts as I saw him holding out his hand that contained a key card.

I put one of my bags on the ground as I took the card gratefully.
I then proceeded to pick up the bag as I said my thanks.
He gave me one last pitying look as I started my way towards the stairs. I clenched my teeth a bit tighter before I calmed myself as I did not want to look to tense as it would look weird.

I could also tell that he would be sending a questioning look my way as he noticed that I was heading in the opposite direction of the elevator, but instead was now lightly kicking open the door to the stairway.

I preferred to get as much cardio done as possible. I had to stay in shape if what I was going to do was to succeed.
And my... Hideout... was a good 10 minute walk, and an even shorter run thanks to my fitness. But of course, no one could know my true ability. Even when I go to school, when I'm out in public, even just in the lobby of my apartment building. No one can know, especially after I make my first appearance to the public behind the mask...

~0~0~0~

The world is a blur as the black bag that once covered my head is ripped off. Once my eyes eventually re-focus, I am able to take in my surroundings.

I'm in what looks like a cabin, sitting on a chair with my hands tied behind my back. I'm facing a small kitchen and table that has food and rubbish scattered all over it. I can feel my back heat up and realised that there is probably a fire lit behind me.

My eyes continue to fly around the room as I get more and more scared and nervous about where I am and why I am here.

Then all of a sudden I hear a door open then slam shut. My head whips around to see a man about 6.2 walk in. He has on black military boots and dark cargo pants. He has on a long black coat and is wearing a wide brimmed hat that I can see a bit of blond hair poking out from underneath.

"I see your awake, Percy Jackson," he stated with a slight smirk that sent a shiver up my spine.

"H-how do you k-know my n-name?" I stuttered as I felt my eyes glaze over from the forming tears.

The man chuckled. "Do you really think I would kidnap someone who I didn't even know the name of?" He questioned, but with no intention of receiving an answer.

"What do you want?" I queried with as much confidence as I could muster, which wasn't very much.

"What I want is money!" He exclaimed. "I want fame, fortune! I want it all! And with your help, I am going to get that."

My mind immediately supplied the fact that he kidnapped me for money. He wanted to demand a ransom from my (filthy rich) parents.

"I know what must be going through your little 14 year old brain," the man said, breaking me from my thoughts.

"No I did not kidnap you for a ransom, but I did kidnap you because of your wealth." He said cryptically as he walked slowly around me.

"T-then why would y-you kidnap me but n-not w-want money?" I questioned, all my previous confidence gone.

Then, all of a sudden, he slammed his hands down on the arm rests scaring the crap out of me and was just inches away from my face.

"Since I was a kid, all the rich kids would tease and bully me because of my little amount of wealth. They would brag about their riches. Now, that's all gonna change," he had now taken his hands off of the arm rests and continued walking around me.

Once he had done a full circle, he had noticed the confused expression on my face. "Don't worry kid. There's always a chance that you'll be the one to survive." He added with a mischievous smirk.

But before I could question further, he had his men, (who I now realised had been standing guard by the door, guns in their hands) chuck the bag back on my head, then I felt a solid object come in contact with the back of my head, then all went dark, but not before I heard one last statement.

"Welcome to Russia kid."

~0~0~0~

The apartment was a reasonable size.

As soon as you walked in, the living room was on your left, the kitchen on your right, then a hallway leading to three doors (which I'm guessing contained the bedroom, bathroom, and laundry) right in front of me.

The living room contained a brown leather three seater couch, a similar texture Lazyboy (which I will not be getting out of), a 40 inch flatscreen TV and a coffee table in between the table and the big couch.

Now, I know what your probably thinking. 'Flatscreen TV? Lazyboy? How on earth can a 18 year-old boy like you afford that?'. Well, I can't. But my filthy rich parents can.
With my Mum being the Mayor of Seaford and my Dad owing the biggest and most successful cruise ship franchise in the world, you kinda get sick of seeing green.
My parents weren't to happy about me leaving, but when I promised that they could pay my expenses for the first month, they reluctantly agreed.
You see, I'm a very independent person who doesn't like relying on other people for anything, so giving my parents that, was very hard for me.

I dropped my bags as I ran my hand over the couch. I lifted my hand and looked at it, surprised to see that there was no dust. Looks like my parents tipped the cleaning boy pretty well.

The kitchen was really nice, but I had to move the knives so they were in a more accessible position for me to get one quickly. Ya know, just in case.

I was right, the three rooms at the end of the hallway consisted of a well-sized bedroom, clean bathroom, and functioning laundry. After I had inspected those rooms, I went back round the apartment, doing a more thorough check. Once I had finished and found nothing wrong, I went back to the living room to get my bags before proceeding to take them to my room to unpack.

My room consisted of a queen sized bed, draws, and a bed side table on either side of my bed.
I chucked my bags on my bed, before opening up the lighter bag that contained my little amount of clothes. I decided not to bring a lot, considering that I can always get some here.

Once I had finished putting all my clothes in my draws, I stared at the second bag, before opening it.

I couldn't help but smile as I picked out two parts of a bo-staff. My smile only grew as I put the parts together making a 6 foot tall bo-staff that matched my height of 6,2.

I spun it around expertly in my hands, careful to avoid hitting something.
I know this might sound cheesy, but I felt complete with my bo-staff back in my hands. Like it was an extension of my body. This is the first time I've felt in-control in the past few days.

After I spun it around a bit more, I looked back down at he bag and my smile faded. I gently put my bo-staff down on the bed.

I reached back into the bag and pulled out a navy blue leather hood and a navy blue bandana. I sighed as I stroked my hand over the fabric that would conceal my identity to the public.

I slowly reached back into the bag putting the hood and bandana back in, then pulled my hand out which was now gripping the hilt of a 3-foot ling bronze blade.

I don't know why I brought it, as the memory's of it's origin and of how it got to be in my possession were just to painful. But it just felt wrong to leave it back in New York.

I placed it back in the bag, then dissembled my bo-staff before placing that back in the bag as well. I closed the bag, then gently put it on the ground.

I decided to take a quick nap before I go and get set up. I slowly lied down on the bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow, my conscious took over.

~0~0~0~

I finally came to in what looked like a cell. I sat up more urgently as my head whipped around, trying to find something familiar. But unfortunately, I was just meet with forestry, and more cells.

My cell just contains a blanket that I'm guessing we sleep on, and a bucket that I have a fair idea of for what it's used for.
I lifted my hands up and felt my black hair covered head. I felt a wet splotch on the back, and removed my hand to see it covered in blood.
At this point, my heart was racing, I was breathing really fast, and I felt like I was about to either hyperventilate or pass out from blood loss.

I looked out the front of the cell and noticed that I was outside. Straight in front of me there were people with massive builds walking around with guns in there hands, examining everything that their eyes landed on.

I looked to my left and found another cell, but it seemed to be empty, along with all the other cells that were further down that way.

But on my right was a different story. All the cells down that way were occupied by someone that looked to be between the ages of 14 and 40.

All seemed to be in rather nice clothes. Some people's clothes were in tatters, but some looked like they had just got here. Now I understood what that man was talking about. All these people seemed to have wealth.

I focused on the person who was on my immediate right. He looked to be late teens, maybe early twenties. He looked to be African American, and had scruffy black hair that looked like it hadn't had a trim in years.
He had on torn navy blue jeans, a faded black T-shirt and what looked to be a very expensive black coat, but now probably isn't even worth five dollars. He was sitting cross legged on a blanket that looked a lot like mine. Except his looked more worn out and used. How long has he been here? I thought.
He looked like a genuine guy, the only thing that creeped me out was the fact that he was staring right at me, with a complete blank look on his face.

My 14 year-old instincts were screaming. Telling me that this was just some nightmare. That it would be over soon. I would wake up in my comfortable bed back in my family's mansion in Seaford.
I was just about ready to slap myself. To do anything to wake me up.

"Don't bother." I heard a deep voice speak up from beside me. I turned my head to the cell that contained the African American. He had now moved slightly and was now hugging his knees to his chest.

I gave him a questioning look, with my heart still racing. "What?" I said a little breathlessly.

"Hitting yourself. Trying to wake yourself up from this terrible nightmare. Don't bother kid. I tried that many times, my face stung for weeks."

My eyes went wide. I don't know why it took this long. Maybe from the fact that I was knocked out cold twice, but I suddenly came to terms with what was going on.
I was kidnapped. Trapped. Locked up and probably never going to see my family ever again.

I broke down. I felt the hot tears leave my eyes and make their way down my checks. I don't care what the dude thought. Or what any of the other prisoners thought.
I was scared. No. I was frightened.

I focused back on the man, expecting to see that he had lost interest and had turned around. But what I found was him still staring at me, but with an understanding look on his face.

"I know how you feel mate," he stated reassuringly. "I wish I could tell you that this is all fake. That you can go home in an hour. But unfortunately, you... no one -" he pointed his hands behind him, signalling the others- "are going home anytime soon."

Fresh tears flowed down my checks. After I had eventually ran out of tears -which took a while- I weakly looked at the man.

"Wh-who are you?' I questioned quietly, shocked at how weak I sounded.

He gave a slight smile, probably the only one I'm gonna see in a while. "Charles Beckendorf. But you can call me Beckendorf."

~0~0~0~

I sat up suddenly in a cold sweat causing my top to be lightly wet. I looked around quickly, taking in my surroundings. I released a sigh of relief as I realised that I was in my apartment, and not back on that hellish island.

It took me a minute to calm my breathing and heart rate. When I finally did, I got off of the bed and went to the bathroom. I cupped my hands and filled it with cold water, then chucked it on my face. I did this multiple times, before I proceeded to remove my now wet shirt.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked at the man that never existed 4 years ago. I looked at the man that now stood in his place. Sure this man was well muscled, fit, toned, but he isn't the Percy Jackson -the Green Eyed Sweetheart- that once stood before him.
I looked at the scars that now littered this strangers body. The knife and bullet scars. Every story of how those scars came to be engraved in my body was burned into my mind. I looked up and meet the eyes of the person that stood in front of me. No one knew of the scars. No one knew of what happened there. All they know is that I was kidnapped, in-prisoned, then found. That was all they needed to know. No one needed to know of the scars, the stories that they held. No one needed to know of the tremors. The fact that more scars littered my back as well was unknown to all. No one knew anything about the man that was under the invisible mask that was now permanently on my face.

I sighed as I went back to my room and got a light grey T-shirt out of my draws. I slipped it on as I headed over to my nightstand to where my iPhone 5s lay.

I picked up my phone to check the time.

2:56pm.

I sighed as I put my phone down only seconds before the phone lit up with a buzz. I frowned slightly as I pick it back up, clicking the home button as to see who sent the text.

Mum:
Hi sweaty. How are you? Are you settling in ok?
Just wanted to tell you that your father and I have decided to move back to our mansion in New York to be with you. We all miss you, Tyson more so. Your little brother barely got enough time to say hi to you before you packed up and left again.
Anyway, see you in two months! Love you! Xxxx

-Mum.

I clenched my jaw as I finished reading the text.
I love my family and all, but I don't want them anywhere near this. Near what I am going to do.

Speaking of which, I decide to forget about that text for a bit and go and get set up.
I placed my phone in my back pocket, then picked up the bag that contained many hidden treasures, many hidden fears, then grabbed my jacket that was resting on the top of the draws and headed for the door.

~0~0~0~

The doorman didn't question me as I exited the stairway and headed out the main doors, but I did receive an odd look, which I just ignored.

The cold air hit me like a train. Of course it was nothing compared to the weather on the Russian Island, but it still hit hard.

I turned left and started my way through the busy streets of New York.
My motorbike wouldn't be delivered here from Seaford until later today, so I had to do walk for now, which didn't bother me at all.

I continued my fast walk, until I stopped outside a small building that once belonged to my Grandmother, but was then given to my family when she past away.

I entered the now deserted cafe with a small 'ding' that always signalled my Grandma that someone was here. I headed to the back where the kitchen was located. I then proceeded to open the freezer door and head in. I found this place when I was only 10 and it was obvious that I was the only one who knew it was there. It seemed that even my grandma didn't know it was there.

I moved a rack that once contained frozen goods and placed it on the opposite wall. The absence of the rack revealed a door that matched the colour of the wall, making it nearly invisible. I grabbed the handle as I then opened the door, at the same time reminding myself to put a code-lock on the door.

I walked down the two sets of metal stairs until I ended up in a good size room that was covered in dust. I dropped my bag lightly as I continued to gaze at the old room.

"Well, time to get started," I murmured to myself.

~0~0~0~

I stared at the now fully equiped room. It consisted of two steel tables with a computer on both. To the left of that was a Salmon ladder and a bunch of different training dummies. To the right, was a table that consisted of all my weapons -knives, guns, blades, my bo-staff- with a respected place for all of them. Then behind the two steel tables was another table. But this one contained the mask that I would be seen behind. The hood that I would be seen under. And the clothes that I would be seen in. It's time that someone started to right the wrongs of this city, to make it a place worth living in again.

I sighed contently as I continued to gaze at the room. I then headed over and grabbed my bo-staff before I then removed my shirt to start training.
After all, I need to be fit if I want to make a good first impression...

Did you like it?

And again, I know that this is very similar to the show Arrow and I know that. But I just love that show so much that I couldn't help bringing little bits in. Ok, big bits in but still... :)

Anyway, so if you could please leave all of your comments about me copying Arrow un mentioned because I already know.

And also, I guess your wondering when Kickin' It is gonna come in apart from the small mention of Seaford. Well don't worry, becasue when Percy goes to school he will meet a lot of his mates from PJO and Kickin' It. (SPOILER ALERT: Jack and Jason become his friends.)

Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Please comment and review. And I would also appreciate constructive criticism and not flames. Thank you!

I have big plans for this story, so please comment and review to urge me to write more!

Thanks!

Have a good day! :)