This is my first Percy Jackson fic, so go easy on me, but tell m what you think in the comments! :D This happens three summers after The Last Olympian, so The Heroes of Olympus never happened...mostly cuz i didn't read them yet... o_O

Disclaimer-I don't own the Percy Jacksn franchise, everything that includes, or Rick Riordan.

Grover's POV

Music ran rampant through the walkways of the suburban street. I could hear giggling laughter and splashes; I could smell food cooking and the slick scent of sunscreen on young flesh, and beneath it all, a vital undercurrent that ran through one of them in their blood, the powerful, intoxicating smell of demi-god. There was a girl here who was supposedly a Class Five demi-god, which was surprising, 'cause I didn't even know what a Class Five was. But now that I was here, I could smell her a mile away-it was crazy that she wasn't dead already.

I hobbled to the door, fake feet and crutches at the ready, and gave it a tap. An older woman answered the door with a smile. "Who are you?"

"I'm Grover Underwood, ma'am. I'm looking for a Mira Peristeria? Is she here?"

"Yes she is! Come on in, I'll get her for you."

I followed her through the house and out to the deck while the teenagers in the house gawked at my crutches. It was like they'd never seen a cripple before!

"Mira! There's someone here for you!"

A girl floating in the pool turned around and got up, moving towards us.

If Juniper ever gets a hold of this I'll be dead, but the girl was drop-dead gorgeous. If she hadn't smelt so powerful, I'd assume she was on of Aphrodite's, but as a Lord of the Wild, I didn't go get just anyone. Her hair was already drying in the sticky heat of June, and it was bouncing in wet curls as she flounced her way over to us.

"Yeah?" Eyes of molten silver appraised me, saw into my soul and asked questions of me that I shouldn't be able to answer.

"Baaa-uh, I'm Grover Underwood, and, uhm, you need to come with me. Now."

She cocked her head, gave me a confused smile, and said "You're a little impatient, aren't you, Mr. Underwood?" Her words were a laugh, but I saw her tense up at the exact moment I did, almost as if she could smell it, too. She went to turn around, but I couldn't let her do that-not quite yet at least.

"No, we really have to go now!" I grabbed her wrist and took off running, crutches in one hand, Mira in the other. I glanced back over my shoulder and saw seven heads and a scaly beast throwing itself at us.

"A hydra! Exactly what we need!"

"Did you just say that was a hydra?"

We reached my truck just as she turned around and saw it. The Mist wouldn't protect her anymore, not with me around, and so she had no choice but to fight for her life or die trying.

"Take this, and try not to get killed! I'm going to call for reinforcements!" I threw her mass-made sword I kept for emergencies such as these, and ran for my reed pipes and my phone.

I simultaneously dialed and played, growing trees around the hydra's feet, and Mira held her own battling with one of the heads. She was untrained and rough around the edges, but combat proved her worth. She ducked the fire it spat and attempted to stab it when she could. Suddenly, when the person on the other end picked up the phone, the hydra swerved itself towards me.

I only had time to yell "Perce!" into the receiver before I was running for my life, playing desperately.

While I was distracting it, I saw Mira run for the phone, where Percy was still listening on the other end. She grabbed it, and I heard her scream. "Perseus Jackson, I don't care how you do it but get your sorry little ass here now or else we're going to become hydra food!" With that she slammed the phone shut and leapt at the hydra. With a feint worthy of the best warriors, she dodged the five heads that went for her, sprinted beneath the creature's stomach with a speed that looked like she was about to fall on her face, and slide backwards, slicing it open from below as she went.

It almost looked surprised when it disintegrated, covering Mira in a fine dust that made her look even more ethereal, and I could only stare.

"That was awesome!" I jumped, and one of my feet came off. Looking at my exposed hoof, she barely blinked, obviously used to the mythological by now, and then I realized she had said Percy's name.

"How did you know who I was talking to?" I was sort of in a hurry, since more monsters like the hydra would soon be catching up to us, so shouted the question as we got in the truck.

"I-I don't know. I just did. I could tell who the number linked to. He seems blue." She seemed almost pensive, wondering and pondering about how she could possibly know an impossible thing.

"What?"

"He seems blue. Not a blue like this blue, though." She waved in the general direction of her bathing suit-it was navy blue, now covered in gold monster dust. "An almost green kind of blue. Full of little glitches, that almost shimmers like…like water."

For the second time in ten minutes, she had rendered me speechless.

She offered me an apologetic smile. "Sorry. I have synesthesia. People's names trigger colors."

"Sweet…what color am I?"

"Grover Underwood…" She rolled my name around on her tongue, as if she could taste the colors as well. "Orange. A very deep, natural orange."

"Orange? Really?" I started the truck.

"Don't worry-orange is a very majestic color." She looked at me out of the corner of her eyes, and gave me a crooked smile.

Heat rose in my cheeks. "I, ah, I have a girlfriend."

She smiled at me again, jokingly this time. "What does that have to do with anything? Congrats I guess!"

Just at that moment there was the thud of hooves on the pavement next to Mira's window. In a second she had the sword out pointed right at the gulping throat of…

"Perce!" I could almost hug him-the last thing I needed was Juniper getting pissed at me for coming in with a gold covered supermodel by myself. If Percy was with us, I could blame it on him.

"So you're Percy Jackson…" She titled her head in much the same way she had done with me, as if she could see his soul through his eyes. "You're a little late, aren't you?"

I could see he was a little dumb-founded at the bikini-clad girl with the sword.

"Meet Mira. She's the Class Five everyone's been talking about. She says you're blue."

He was even more confused now, letting his hand, on its way to Riptide, drop. "Wha-"

He was cut off by a neigh from Blackjack, whom he obviously rode here at record speed. The horse was right. I could smell monsters coming.

"They're coming fast, and there's a lot!" I translated for the pegasus.

"That truck's never going to make it in time!" Percy had to scream over the sound of the screams in the house-apparently they thought we were all insane.

"How else are we supposed to get to Camp Half-Blood?"

"Everyone get on the freakin' horse!" We weren't moving fast enough for Mira, so she grabbed her sword, threw herself out of the car and launched behind Percy. I saw his eyes visibly widen as she grabbed him around the waist, and I couldn't help but notice that some of the dust was rubbing off onto him. I snickered-Annabeth was going to be pissed.

"Uhm, I have a girlfriend." I could see Percy trying to restrain himself from either pushing her away or grabbing her.

"What is it with you people and telling me that? Great for you, great for her, I hope you live happily ever after in a castle with cartoon forest creatures doing the chores for you but right now I just want to not get killed! Now Grover if you don't get on Blackjack's back in the next fifteen seconds I am feeding you to whatever's after us!"

Next thing I know, I'm sitting on Blackjack's butt, wondering how she knew his name, wondering how in all of Hades Perce and I were going to explain to our girlfriends how we got Mira's body glitter all over ourselves. Not that it wasn't nice, but there would be consequences.

We fought off a swarm of rouge harpies, a weird, sick dragon, and another hydra-this one with wings. Percy did most of the work, since I couldn't do much this far from the ground and Mira was still so very new.

We weren't able to kill the second hydra, since we nearly crash landed into the center of camp and it couldn't follow us through the barrier.

Mira jumped off as quickly as possible and shook herself off, in a way that was doglike and yet attractive. Now with part of the dust on me and part of the dust on Percy and most of it on Mira and Blackjack's back, it looked like we'd engaged in a midair ménage à trois. Since I was the one who went and got her, I had to report immediately to Chrion and Mr. D. so there wasn't much I could do to get the stuff off of me before I was seen in public. Speaking of public…

It seems that an impromptu meeting had been called right where we landed. Suddenly everyone, including Annabeth and Juniper, was staring at me, standing with one foot, one hoof, and a crotch full of dust, Percy, sitting astride Blackjack's equally dusty back with acrid female hand marks all over his chest, and Mira, half-naked and stunning, the obvious source of our unwanted sexual innuendos.

"So, could I maybe get some clothes and a shower?"

87% percent of the male demi-gods sprung up to help her after a brief, stunned pause-those who didn't had girlfriends clinging to them with hopeless abandon.

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