The Mortal and the Godling

Um, idk who else likes Prachel, but I've been aching for some realistic Prachel friendship. Their friendship is probably one of the best in the book series. I mean, they were both attracted to each other for the wrong reasons and its just so sweet. So this is my new fic. Prachel oneshots or Percy-centric and Rachel-centric oneshots.

Rachel Elizabeth Dare was just minding her own business and trying to escape her butler, Tom, when she was run through with a sword.

Yes, you heard right, a sword.

Rachel promptly yelped and dropped her Kleenex. She jumped to face her attacker.

"Oh my god!" she shouted. "Do you always try to kill people when they blow their nose?"

The first thing Rachel noticed about her attacker was 1) he was a boy and 2) he was a cute boy.

He had messy dark hair that looked unkept and his eyes were a nice blue-green. He was wearing an orange ripped t-shirt and blue jeans with dark green converses. A golden coat that looked like it came from the wardrobe to Narnia was barely hanging on his shoulders. He was slightly taller than Rachel and looked about fourteen. To say the least, he looked seriously startled in a cute way.

"You're mortal!" the boy said.

Rachel looked at him in disbelief. "What's that supposed to mean? Of course I'm mortal! How did you get that sword past security?"

The boy turned less startled and replied. "I didn't- Wait, you can see it's a sword?"

Rachel took a moment to look at the sword. It certainly didn't look like a baseball bat. She rolled her eyes.

"Well, it's either a sword or the biggest toothpick in the world," she said. "And why didn't it hurt me? I mean, not that I'm complaining. Who are you? And whoa, what is that you're wearing? Is that made of lion fur?"

Personally, if it was, Rachel would have a hard time getting along with this kid. She didn't support real animals being made into expensive clothing.

The boy just stared at Rachel. His blue-green eyes looked like they were contemplating something. Suddenly, he straightened up and snapped his fingers.

"You don't see a sword," he said as if he was putting me into a trance. "It's just a ballpoint pen."

Rachel could only stare at the boy and contemplate why good looking boys were always the crazy ones.

Rachel blinked. "Um . . . no. It's a sword, weirdo."

The boy lost the act and slumped his shoulders in defeat and confusion. "Who are you?"

Rachel huffed indignantly. "Rachel Elizabeth Dare. Now, are you going to answer my questions or should I scream for security?"

The boy instantly looked scared of something. "No! I mean, I'm kind of in a hurry. I'm in trouble."

"In a hurry or in trouble?"

He took a two count to respond. "Um, sort of both."

Rachel looked at the boy in disbelief once more when something behind him caught her eye. There were freaking skeletons strutting towards them (If skeletons could even strut).

"Bathroom!"

"What?"

"Bathroom! Behind me! Now!"

He looked at me for a second before entering the boy's bathroom.

The skeletons approached Rachel. Rachel could've sworn this was worse than any other thing she'd ever seen, and that included what looked like a giant eating a goat on the New York subway.

What seemed like half a dozen skeletons in armor clattered and hissed their way to me, sniffing the air like a skeletons on steroids. So Rachel did what she did best in these situations: talk.

"Oh my god! Did you see that kid? It's about time you got here. He tried to kill me! He had a sword, for god's sake. You security guys let a sword-swinging lunatic inside a national landmark? I mean, jeez! He ran that way toward those turbine thingies. I think he went over the side or something. Maybe he fell."

Rachel was out of breath and her previously sore throat and runny nose were throwing a party. But it did the trick and soon the skele-thingies were gone, running towards the edge.

She opened the door. "All clear. But you'd better hurry."

Even without seeing herself, Rachel knew she probably looked scared out of her mind.

The boy smiled at her. "I owe you one Rachel Elizabeth Dare."

"What are those things?" Rachel asked. She tends too talk when nervous and that boy's smile was super sweet. "They looked like–"

"Skeletons?"

Rachel nodded.

"Do yourself a favor, forget it. Forget you ever saw me." The boy said and immediately Rachel knew she had no chance of ever forgetting this.

"Forget you tried to kill me?" she asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah. That, too." The boy said sheepishly.

"But who are you?"

"Percy –" the boy's eyes widened. "Gotta go!"

The only thing I thought to say before the boy bolted to the exit was "What kind of name is Percy Gotta-go?"

Only later did I realize how stupid and stereotypical I sounded throughout the entire conversation.

OMG, I cant believe I managed to write that with no breaks. Fun =) Anyway, yes, I've read the House of Hades and I plan to post a Rachel centric one-shot of when she finds Annabeth's note. Which includes the meeting of Octavian and Reyna ;) That'll be out…soon. But I kinda want to go through the books one by one so… It might take a while. But if I get enough requests, I'll do my best. I hope to update this biweekly… hopefully =) or twice a weekend? Idk, depends.

OH, about my other pjo stories... Exchange Student is on Hiatus while I edit an ending. You read my mind hasn't been updated because I didn't have wifi for a month. Girl Talk will be updated soon but just know that writer's block is no fun thing -_-

Please Review and tell me what scene you'd like next. They don't have to be from the books =)