Ok, this is how its going to go. I recently read every MR book but not every PJ book. In fact I'm re-reading them now. I'm writing this FF in Max's POV using short chapters like James Patterson then when it's done I'll write it through Percy's POV. And I'm sorry if Percy and Co. sound out of character, its been a long long time.

I'm posting this part in the MR FF section. You don't need to have read Percy Jackson or book 4 of Maximum Ride to like it but you might want to in order to fully enjoy this FF.

Chapters up every day or every other day.

The day I met Percy Jackson was the day I officially declared myself insane. Why you ask? Because he made me believe in Satyrs and "Demigods" and all sort of mental stuff.

It started like a normal day, the cops chasing us "Bird Kids", the sun shining, Fang checking on his blog during the freaking chase. He looked up, fascinated by whatever he had just read.

"Max, lets go to New York." He said suddenly.

"One: Since when do you call the shots and two: Why?" I practically snarled at him. It wasn't like I was being mean or anything, just the opposite, its just when I haven't eaten breakfast and I'm on the run with my family I tend to get a little cranky. Well, most of my family. My mom and half sister were at their home and my half brother was…dead. I don't consider myself to have a father; I'm just picky like that. Like what? If your father rescued you and five other kids from an evil science lab called the school where they put avian DNA inside you as a baby and tore you away from your family. We had wings. Then two years after he rescued us, made us food, taught us how to fight, how to avoid cops (Which doesn't work as good as I thought it would) and how to fly disappears then two years after that Erasers (Another experiment from the school) kidnap Angel, the youngest of us, and she sees Jeb back there at the School and it looks like he betrayed us then well…Lets just say I don't have a father.

Huh, new readers? Wait, it gets better.

I'm Max, short for Maximum. What kind of parent names a kid Max? I hope mine didn't, I named myself. We all did. Me, Max (I'm 14) Fang, the silent one of the group (Also 14) and Iggy, tall and strawberry blond hair (Also 14) are the oldest of the group. Iggy was blind, FYI. Nudge (11) is a chatterbox and loves fashion and design and all that stuff. Gazzy (8)…well his nickname (The Gasman) pretty much describes him. Then there's Angel. Angel is my baby. She's only six but she is probably the most scarred for life six year old you'll ever meet. That is, if you ever do meet her. She can read minds, send thoughts into your minds, read animal's minds and a whole lot more.

So if the above got you interested you might want to pick up my other books.

"I got an odd message from a kid named Percy Jackson." He replied. "Percy says he think we might be able to help him do something."

"Sounds like a trap." Iggy said.

"Sure does," Fang replied. "But we haven't had that much action. I mean Gozen and the UD but that's it. And that was a month ago."

Oh, so being kidnapped wasn't enough fun for this guy?

"I don't know." I replied. "What d'ya say guys?" I raised my voice behind me.

"Yeah, New York!" Nudge said, clearly excited.

"Sure," Gazzy said.

"Please, Max. Celeste misses her family." Angel said grinning angelically at me.

Yeah, a stuffed bear misses a bunch of other stuffed bears. I thought wryly. Angel looked down. Kidding! I thought at her and she smiled at me.

"Sure, I guess we'll go to New York." I told the flock. They whooped. "Tell Peewee Jackson to contact us tomorrow." I told Fang. Fang grinned and my cheeks grew hot. When he smiled he made the world seem a little brighter. Too bad he only smiles once a month. There's a schedule, if you want I'll email it to you.

Later that night I yawned widely. Yeah we'd arrived in New York now but just in case this Percy fellow is just a trap I don't want to have a fight tonight, I'll wait for tomorrow. The other kids were down for the night in Central Park, in the nice trees.

"Did you talk to Percy yet?" I asked him. Before Fang could respond a weird disillusioned occurrence happened in the air in front of us. A boy with black hair was looking out at us. With him was a girl with blond hair and another boy who looked like he had a stubble on his chin and…it almost…looked like horns. He quickly ruffled his hair.

It was so weird to be looking at a window in the middle of the air. "Fang?" He asked. I was still registering what was going on when Fang raised a finger.

"Yeah," He said.

"Hi, I'm Percy Jackson." He said. "This is Annabeth and Grover." He motioned his head at the two other kids.

"Fang," Fang said. He motioned to me. "That's Max."

"Nice to meet you." Bleated the kid named Grover.

"So…" Percy started. "Are you guys Demigods or what?"