A/N just an idea that popped into my head after rereading SoN last month, ive split it into two parts. Hope you like it and please review :)
Disclaimer: I don't own any charatcers, they belong to the lovely Rick Riordan
"Fai, hurry up. Your uncle is going to be here soon," Frank heard his grandmother shout up the stairs. He hated it when she called him that (which was pretty much all the time), but she did not sound happy so he hurriedly finished buttoning up his shirt and combed his short, dark hair. What Grandmother had really meant was his great-great-great uncle was coming to visit but it was much easier to just call him "uncle", so they did. Frank doubted how someone that old could still be alive today, surely he must be way over 100 years old now, but Frank didn't ask any questions about his uncle because his grandmother would just think he was insolent if he did.
He wondered if his mother had met his uncle before she died. She had told Frank that soon it would be time for him to leave home and his uncle would come to take him somewhere very important. She had poked his belly every time she said "great" just like she used to do when he was a kid, making Frank squeal like he was a little boy again. He felt an aching pain in his chest – he missed his mother so much, he could barely believe she had only been gone a week; it had felt like forever.
"Fai! Don't make me come up there," Frank sighed and called back, "coming Grandma," then went downstairs to wait with his grandmother for his uncle to arrive. They sat in silence, so he thought about where this "important place" his uncle would be taking him to might be and how long he would stay there because, as annoying as his grandmother could be, he didn't want to leave her on her own for too long.
The doorbell chimed. Frank approached the door and pulled it open expecting to see the old Chinese man that would be his uncle. Instead he saw a teenager, a bit older than himself, standing on the porch. Their house was in the middle of nowhere so he didn't know what this boy was doing here. "Uh, can I help you?" Frank asked awkwardly, filling the silence, when the boy didn't say anything. His sea green eyes seemed to be staring into Frank's soul. He shifted his slight frame forwards, grinned and said, "You must be Frank," putting his hand out to shake Frank's. Frank grasped the stranger's hand out of politeness – he was still unsure who this mysterious teenager was.
"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Frank finally asked. "Oh," the boy looked surprised, "didn't your grandmother tell you I was coming?" Frank was bewildered; his grandmother had not mentioned that anyone else was coming. Maybe this kid was with his uncle, but Frank could not see a car or any other sign of anyone else. The green-eyed boy seemed to realise that Frank had no idea who he was, so he introduced himself, "My name is Percy and I'm your great uncle."