Hi! This would be my first Maximum Ride and Percy Jackson crossover, so I hope it's good. It's mainly Iggy centric because he is my favorite, FYI. Oh, and Iggy may seem to be a bit, ah, OOC…other than that, I hope you enjoy!

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With a groan, Iggy propped himself up shakily onto his elbows as he woke up to find himself with his face smashed into the dirt. Spitting out whatever mud or grass was in his mouth, he suddenly realized how weak he actually felt. Just for a moment, he allowed himself to relax ever so slightly, and slowly lowered himself back to the ground. Taking a deep breath, he sat up, crossed his legs and fingered the ground. Green and brown flashed into his head. He wished he could see where he was. But wait! What about the rest of the flock? Cautiously, Iggy got onto his knees and slowly crawled around, his arms outstretched and feeling for a body, anybody that he could know. He felt a feather, but soon realized it was his own. Starting to panic, he started to move a little faster, crawling everywhere in search of his flock.

"M…Max?" he croaked as the fear of being alone sank in. "Fang? Nudge?" He stopped for a moment, taking deep gulps of air before continuing. "Angel! GAZZY?!" he started yelling in a rough, cracking voice. What had happened? Where was everyone? Where was he?!

He froze as he heard something coming…footsteps? No, more like…wheels? A wheel chair, maybe? That was his best guess. Could it have been the Uber Director? Shakily and panicky, Iggy got to his feet and hurried away from where the sounds were coming from, all the while softly calling out the names of his flock members.

"Ho, Boy! Where did you go?" an older gentleman's voice called out from behind him. Little did Iggy realize, but he had just wandered into a forest. Holding his hands out in front of him, he kept himself from running into trees as he quickly eased his way around. He would have flown out, but he could hardly feel his wings, which added to his fear. Ducking behind a tree, he clutched tightly to the bark and listened over his panting breath. Who was that…? He gulped down air like a fish out of water, and slowly sank back to the ground. He felt so tired suddenly, he didn't understand it. His ears perked up.

Soft sounds, like hooves, were traveling his way. The hooves were soft against the cushioning earth, the dirt muffling their sound. Gulping down the last few urgent breaths, Iggy pressed himself tighter to the tree, and wished desperately that he at least had Nudge with him, even though he was constantly complaining about her non-stop talking habits that "made his ears bleed." At least she said calming things when they were freaked out. He held his breath and listened, but the sounds stopped. Sighing with relief, he relaxed and started to feel around the ground again.

His hand came into contact with what felt like a hoof. Jumping in surprise, he started to back away but tripped over a large root.

"Calm down now, son, we aren't going to hurt you," the same old man's voice said from high above him. Iggy yelped slightly as he tripped over another root and fell back and hit his head on a rock, while his arms ended up hooked on the root - since he was still crawling - and pulled back. "Are you alright?" Iggy flinched as a large hand grabbed his arm and pulled him upward.

"Just…peachy!" Iggy snarled, kicking the man in the chest and pushing himself away from the man. He had done that millions of times before with Erasers, why didn't it work with this guy? He still had a firm grip on his arm.

"If you just want me to let go, all you had to do was ask," the hand released him and Iggy stumbled back onto the ground. Groaning slightly, Iggy grabbed the back of his head where he smacked it against the rock. His eyebrows raised up high as red flashed in his mind. Removing his hands from the back of his head and back onto his lap, he heard the older man taking in a low, hissing breath. He felt something wet, warm and sticky on his fingers.

"Are you alright?" he asked again. With another groan, Iggy leaned back.

"I don't feel too good…" he muttered as his stomach went sour. Ever since he had woken up he felt awful.

XxXxXxX

Chiron trotted around Camp Half-Blood, his eyes scanning the entire area looking for a certain Satyr that he needed. Glancing around as campers shouted out greetings to him from the Volley-Ball court, he waved and saw just the Satyr he was looking for walking with one of the newest campers, Percy Jackson.

"Grover!" he called, racing over to the two boys.

"Y-yes?" Grover stumbled, obviously surprised. Percy stared at the centaur for a moment.

"Grover, I'm glad I caught you," Chiron said with a grin and a twinkle in his eye. "I have a job for you," he said.

"Ok, what is it?" Grover asked warily.

"We have a boy in the Big House that could use your assistance. I want you to show him around and help him out as much as you can," Chiron explained. "Come along," he added, turning around and walking back to the large farm house.

"Ok, but why me?" Grover asked as he trotted after him.

"I'll catch you later, Annabeth is giving me another Greek lesson," Percy said, turning the other way and hurrying to their meeting spot. Grover waved goodbye to him and hurried after Chiron.

"I need you to help him because you are very kind and helpful, simple as that."

"Any other reasons?" Grover asked, yet again, warily. Chiron smiled down at him, and as he looked up, frowned.

"There is something odd about the boy. You see, right now he is resting. He was pretty weak when he came here. He has been muttering things in his sleep that we can't exactly make out. But we do believe that his name is Iggy," Chiron explained. Grover furrowed his brow for a moment, and then nodded.

"And is Iggy determined?" he asked curiously.

"We have no idea. We hardly even know who Iggy is as of right now."

"Bla-ha-ha," Grover bleated. "Anything else?"

"Well, from what we can tell, he's blind."

XxXxXxX

Iggy woke up, but kept his eyes closed and his ears open, listening to everything around him. He didn't remember falling asleep in a bed or in a warm, soft place anyway. He could hear footsteps outside, and parting his lips ever so slightly he whispered, "Max?" he waited a moment. "Max? Is that you?" he whispered, turning his head slightly.

"Did you hear something?" a shaky male voice said from behind the door. Iggy froze. He didn't know that voice. And he knew every voice of his flock, but he had never heard that voice before. Then, a slight squeaking of wheels rolled down the wooden flooring, possibly a wheel chair…no, he was positive that was a wheelchair.

"That would probably have been him," that voice Iggy recognized, but he thought that all was just a dream. No, he definitely heard that voice before. "He must be awake."

Iggy, for a split second of dumb thinking, he grabbed the fluffy covers he was under, and covered his face. He felt like a damn kid, afraid of the Boogie Man. Of course, as a child growing up in the lab, he never was afraid of the Boogie Man. More like the Boogie Scientist. Anyway, back to the story. Iggy hid himself under the blanket and realized that that was completely useless. But still, he remained under there because of how warm it was. Muttering to himself, he stated what color the blanket was under his breath: a light brown, most likely faux animal fur for extra warmth.

The door opened and his whole body stiffened. The wheel-chaired man made his way in and over to the bed. He felt the strong hand that grabbed him earlier being placed on the side of the bed, tugging the blanket slightly.

"Don't be scared. I already told you before, we won't hurt you," the man said. Wanting to act like a little kid, Iggy would have shaken his head and pulled the blanket tighter to him. But Max didn't raise him like that. He flung the blanket off and finally decided to blink his eyes open. Hoping to fool them, he squinted his eyes slightly as if the light in the room was bright, and then he turned his head to the side to "look" at the man.

"There isn't a light on in here, boy," the man said in a kind voice. Iggy's face flushed and he deeply sighed.

"Well, I guess the cats out of the bag…yeah, I'm blind, big whoop," he grumbled, sitting up and putting his hands in his lap. "Where am I?" he asked, having his sightless eyes rest as he stared blankly in front of him.

"You are at Camp Half-Blood, in the Big House," the man said. Iggy's ears perked.

"Half-Blood? What kind of name is that?" he felt eerily calm while talking to this man, like he had nothing to fear. But Max always told him never to trust anyone he didn't know…

"All will be explained later. How are you feeling?"

Iggy remained silent for a minute. In his head he was running through a checklist that he used to make sure everything was in tact and undamaged. Finally he straightened slightly and said, "Fine. I have a headache, but other than that I'm fine."

"Good. We were beginning to worry, you have been asleep for quiet a while now," the man said. Iggy stiffened. "Probably three days." Iggy's whole body went rigid. He didn't like the sound of that.

"Who are you?" he demanded, turning his head to the man. And from what he could tell, there was another person right behind him; just by the way he was uneasily shifting his weight from foot to foot.

"Me? Right, my name is Chiron," the man said. Before Chiron could say anything else, Iggy interrupted.

"Who's the kid behind you?" Iggy sat up a bit more and tried not to snicker when he heard the kid jump slightly in surprise. "I could hear you," he added, before the kid could ask how he knew he was there.

"O-oh, I'm Grover."

"Hmm…nice to meet you…I'm Iggy…" Iggy said quietly, swinging his legs off the bed and onto the cold wooden flooring.

"Hey, I don't –," Chiron went silent as Iggy got up effortlessly and walked around the room for a bit.

"So how did I get here?" he asked.

"I don't know, we were going to ask you the same question," Chiron said. Iggy nodded with a grimace. He rubbed the back of his neck for a moment, then rolled his shoulders stiffly and mumbled something under his breath.

"What?" Chiron asked.

"Nothing…you don't happen to know where my…family…is, do you?"

R and R please!