Hi! So a little bit about this fic. It's the plot of the Lady and the Tramp, but to,d with the Percy Jackson characters. I might not follow the plot exactly, but I'll keep the main story intact. That being said, none of the characters belong to me. I own nothing. Everything is Rick Riordan's. And Disney's.

Tucked away in a village blanketed in snow, a house glowed in the night. A couple exchanged gifts next to a crackling fire.

"Merry Christmas Fredrick dear." The dark haired woman handed her husband a hat box.

He pushed up his wire glasses. "Oh, Athena, you shouldn't have. Is it a new book? One can never have enough books you know and…" his voice trailed away as he examined the contents of the box.

Fredrick held up a lacy cap, much to small for him, and a linen night gown, again much to small.

"Athena why would you give me such tiny things? Why, these are only suitable for a…" He faltered, a habit of his as his brain often moved faster than his mouth.

"Suitable for a baby?" Athena finished.

Fredrick laid the things back in the hat box and turned to face his wife. "Athena, dear," he took her hands, "Are you expecting a child?"

A smile lit up her face. "Yes, yes dear I am." She pulled him into an embrace. Knowing Fredrick, he probably would react later, his mind ran too fast for even him to understand. That was part of why she loved him.

Seven months later, a healthy baby girl was born to the couple. She had her father's blonde hair and her mother's gray eyes. They named her Annabeth.

Annabeth grew up never lacking for want. Her father was a successful history professor, and he transferred his love of knowledge to her.

While she loved reading, nothing pleased Annabeth more than running around with her best friend Thalia. They would get into all kinds of mischief, from getting their dresses muddy to getting lost in the country and not getting back until dark.

Nevertheless, Athena and Fredrick loved their child with every fiber of their being. They raised her with love and sternness and plenty of adventure.

When Annabeth turned sixteen, things changed.

It was a quiet night, Mother Darling was mending, Papa Dear was reading a new book about native tribes and Annabeth was reading a novel. All was quiet except for the crackle of the fire, and the whine of the dog dreaming.

Athena looked up from her sewing, "Dear, didn't you have something to tell Annabeth?"

"Hmm? Oh! Me?" He looked completely taken aback with this sudden responsibility. A look from his wife settled the matter.

"What is it Papa?" The young girl asked, brushing a lock of curly hair away.

He cleared his throat, "Annabeth dear, how do you feel about children?"

"I think that they are fine. Why do you ask?" She was now thoroughly confused.

Athena facepalmed at her husbands complete lack of tack.

"Well, um… you see…" He sighed and started again. "Your Aunt Natasha is very sick. And in the event that she would die, she wants us to take in her son. Magnus."

"Is that all?"

"yes."

Annabeth turned back to her book. "I see no reason why we shouldn't take Magnus in. He is our family after all."

And that was how Magnus became a part of the Chase family. Athena and Fredrick expected Annabeth, almost a grown woman, to be distanced from the baby. But in fact, the opposite was true. She doted on the child, loved it almost more than her parents. Magnus to her was the sibling she never had and the baby she had yet to have.

To the right of the Chase family lived two bachelors who had retired from the army. They had lived in that house for over twenty years, and watched and grumbled as new houses cropped up around them.

There was one silver lining to the new development; Annabeth. She lit up their world with her thirst for knowledge and love of stories.

Chiron, the handicapped veteran, loved her like the child he never had. She adored him, and as a child, loved nothing more than to listen to his tales of faraway battles for Queen and country.

the other man who lived there was a slightly younger man, around the same age as Fredrick Chase. His name was Luke Castellian. He had served with Chiron at a very young age, and retired with his mentor a peaceful notion of life in the country. Unfortunately, he got two neighbor girls who always trampled on his petunias.

Annabeth liked going over there, and sometimes dragged Thalia along. Thalia

liked them well enough,especially Luke, who treated her like a little Magnus came, she toted him along. Together, they listened to stories in the damp library, the scent of Luke's cigars mingling with fresh ink as Annabeth scratched words onto her notebook for later reference.

Annabeth sat in the garden, her head bent over a journal. Her thumb ran over her lips, cutting invisible lines.

"Hello Ms. Chase." Chiron greeted her, his chair bumping over the cobbled path. "Hello Chiron." She answered with a distracted tone, the book in front of her clearly drawing all her attention.

"What have you got there Annie?" Luke asked, plucking the journal from her hands. Normally, it would be punishable by death to snatch her book away from her like that, but this was Luke. He could tease her all he wanted. Strangely, she didn't react.

"Is everything alright dear?" Chiron asked in his gentle voice. She sighed, "Well, its a long story. Would you like tea? Both men agreed, and soon the Chase's maid, a young girl of thirteen came and brought the heavy tray.

"Thank you Hazel." Annabeth dismissed her, "Mother and Father are leaving for England."

"Surely this can't be any different from the other times they left for business. Of course they know that we would help in keeping you from bad neighborhoods and wrestling in the mud." Luke tried to jest, but again, no smile lit up her gray eyes.

"They are leaving for a year."

Silence.

"And they are leaving me with a stupid governess! They say that it's only to help with Magnus, but I know that its to make a lady out of me." Annabeth's voice didn't raise, but it held the wrath of a woman scorned.

"A governess you say?" A new voice floated from the picket fence. A tall lithe frame leaned against the white border. Under the shade of his patched floppy hat, sea green eyes sparkled.