This story takes place after Santabarbratown 2 and about five months after The Lost Hero.

Okay, so, I've rewritten this entire story- finally- and I hope you enjoy it!

Don't forget to reread She's a Mortal: PSYCH if you haven't already because I've also rewritten that whole thing :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or Percy Jackson. They belong to their respective owners

(For anyone who read the story with 'Carly' as my OC, please keep in mind that I have changed her name. Thank you)


Long Island

Attie POV

Attie Jackson ran around the candy castle with glee. Not another soul in sight- nope, the whole place was just Attie's. She ran down the hallway, a mixture of white chocolate, milk chocolate, and dark chocolate making up the walls. Each piece of chocolate specifically placed so the walls looked both elegant and delicious. Turning a corner, Attie allowed herself to 'whoop' in joy as she slid down the strawberry twizzler handrail and landed with a crunch on the giant rectangle vanilla wafer floor.

She tripped on a deformity on the floor, but laughed it off and took a huge bite of the wafer. She got back up and ran to the marshmallow couch, jumping up and landing on her stomach on the soft surface. The world of gods didn't exist- all that she knew was a life in the candy castle.

And it was a very good life.

She got off the half eaten couch and sprinted towards the kitchen which was stocked with even more junk food. Kit Kats, chocolate brownies, cookies, M&Ms, Peeps, gummy bears, Snowflakes, Goobers, milk duds, Hershey kisses, Reese's pieces, Twix, Starbursts, skittles….

Attie had a Pirouette wafer centimeters from her mouth when-

Sea-green eyes flew open when something landed on her already wounded stomach, pain ripping through her abdomen. She gasped, her hands immediately flying up to her Pegasus charm bracelet and squeezing it. The familiar weight of her three foot, wickedly sharp Celestial Bronze blade comforted her slightly in her still dark cabin.

"Who's there?" Attie demanded, sleepiness quickly replaced with outrage when she realized that all that candy was just a dream. And she'd been woken up from it.

Whatever had fallen on her wound- something gotten from a spear to the stomach- groaned from its place on the floor right next to Attie's bed. In about two seconds, the intruder was under Attie's knee, a fistful of the person's shirt in her hand as she leveled her sword right between their eyes. Whoever Attie currently held captive was breathing heavily, obviously winded from their little trip to her cabin.

"Attie?" The person gasped.

She knew that voice, which only made her angrier. "Nico?! Why in Hades are you here? I was having a dream! Do you know how often I have dreams anymore?! Not that often!"

"I-"

Quite suddenly, Attie let go of Nico's shirt, only half satisfied when she heard the thump of his head hitting the floor and a groan from the son of Hades. She stumbled around her cabin, cursing when she stubbed her toe on something hard on the floor. She couldn't be sure what it was, cleaning wasn't exactly her specialty.

Attie flicked on the light switch and spun around, fully prepared to start yelling at Nico for disturbing her sleep, but when she saw him her anger dissipated. The boy had pulled himself to an upright position, using the bed as support; his obsidian eyes were slightly unfocused as they stared at her. His skin was even paler than usual, almost transparent as some of his veins were visible beneath his skin. Nico's aviator jacket- a jacket that he never took off, even when Attie's mom had tried to wash it- wasn't on his person.

Protective instincts for her younger cousin kicked in as she made her way back over to him, "Nico? What-"

His eyes rolled in the back of his head as he passed out and toppled over to the floor. Attie cringed as head hit the floor, his neck bent at what looked like an uncomfortable angle. She walked over to the boy and easily picked him up bridal style, laying him on Percy's bed and planning to question the boy in the morning.

For now, though, Attie was going to dream of candy.

§§§§§§PaGe BrEaK§§§§§§

"Attie!" an urgent voice called above her. Ugh, can't it wait?

She rolled over in her bed and threw a pillow in the direction of Nico's voice, "Go away!"

The pillow that she threw at Nico was suddenly turned against her as it was slammed on her head, "Wake up!"

Another hit on her head caused her to grab the weapon and shove it under her face, "I'm tired."

"For Hades sakes, would you get up?!"

Reluctantly, Attie opened her eyes and turned her head to glare at the son of Hades. When she'd fallen back to sleep, her original dream was replaced with pitch blackness for the rest of the night. She wasn't exactly ready to forgive the younger demigod for waking her up earlier.

Still, she was glad the boy looked better than earlier. Even if his eyes were a little frantic, the color had returned to his skin and he didn't look as tired. Well, as much color as the already pale boy had to offer.

"Gods, Nico, what's wrong?"

Nico groaned and ran a hand through his messy hair, "I have the worst luck."

Attie gave him a look. If anyone had bad luck it was her, "What happened, now?"

She moved herself into a sitting position when Nico plopped himself on her bed. "Well… I took a trip to California. My destination was Hollywood- I wanted to see some famous people, but… I didn't exactly get to Hollywood."

Attie's ears perked up at the mention of California. Last year, she'd been sent on a surprise trip to California by Dionysus to catch his deranged murdering daughter. Of course she didn't do it alone- Attie met up with Shawn Spencer, a 'Psychic' who solved murder cases with his best friend Burton 'Gus' Guster. She'd also met up with two detectives, Juliet O'Hera and Carlton Lassiter, who were less helpful with the case. During the case, Attie ran into a hard choice: tell her secret and clear an innocent man's name or let him go to jail and keep the psychopath running around California. Telling her secret wasn't easy, and she was pretty sure that Lassiter and Juliet were unnerved by the fact that all the gods still existed. Still, it had been fun hanging out with everyone there.

"So where'd you go?"

"I'm not sure where exactly…." His voice trailed off as he mumbled the next part.

Attie rolled her eyes, "Speak up."

"I may have shadow traveled in on a dead person."

Attie's nose scrunched up, "Uh, ew. Did you at least take a shower?"

"No!" Nico gave a frustrated huff. "I shadow traveled in on a dead person the exact moment the police barged in! It looked so bad, they took me to the station!"

"You were arrested?" Attie asked, trying to hide her smile.

He glared at her, "I was put in the holding cell. But I shadow traveled out of there as soon as possible. That's how I got here."

"You went from California to New York?" Attie asked. "No wonder you were so tired."

Nico stood up and began pacing, "What if they put a bounty on my head?! Attie, I'll have to live on the run! Why does this always happen to me?!"

Attie's smile turned into a laugh, "Calm down! You watch too many movies."

"Then what am I gonna do?"

She shrugged and stood up. Her plans for the day had originally been to sleep till noon and possibly help build the ship, but going to California seemed like a better choice. And if she met up with Shawn and Gus to solve another murder case, it would be worth missing a day of boredom.

"Let's go down to California!"

Nico stopped his pacing and looked at Attie like she'd just grown another head, "You want to go down there? Did I forget to mention that I'm wanted?!"

She laughed and looked down at her clothing, just now realizing that she fell asleep in her cloths from the day before, and decided it wouldn't hurt to wear them again. She took Nico's cold hand in hers, "We need to clear your name. Come on, you don't want to be on the run for the rest of your life, do you?"

He glared at her for the sarcasm and she grinned broadly at him. Without warning, the shadows around the two demigods moved towards them, engulfing the two in blackness. They were suddenly moving, faster than the speed of sound. Attie would never get used to the feeling of shadow traveling. It felt like ice cold water was dropped on her person and her face felt like it was coming off. She was screaming, because who doesn't when they're shadow traveling? Nico's fingers cracked as she held on to his hand for dear life.

Suddenly, the darkness cleared and Attie opened her eyes to see that they were in the middle of a dimly lit sidewalk. It looked really early in the morning, and she almost whooped for joy once she recognized the area. It was a few blocks away from the Santa Barbra Police Station, and a couple blocks away from the Psych office.

Nico's legs buckled as he leaned heavily on her side. She groaned, remembering Percy's story when he and Nico were in the underworld to turn Percy mostly invincible. Walking with a drowsy son of Hades was not a fun experience.

Their best bet would be to walk to the Psych office to see if Shawn and Gus could talk Lassiter into not arresting her cousin. Then they could totally join up together and solve the case!

Nico lifted a shaky finger to point in the direction of the police department, "The police- department-"

Attie cut him off and wrapped her arms around his waist to keep they boy upright, "We're not going there. First, we're going to visit some of my friends."

Nico gave her a sideways glance, and together they walked to the Psych office. Well, Attie was mostly carrying/ dragging Nico down the sidewalk. She didn't need him passing out yet so to fill the silence in the air, decided to tell him the story of when she'd been sent on her trip to California.

Attie left out the part about Shawn not being Psychic, because she'd promised Shawn that she'd keep it a secret. Attie wasn't one to break promises.

They arrived at the office, Attie having to slap Nico a few times over to keep him awake. The lights weren't on and she knew that Shawn and Gus didn't usually sleep in the office.

"Come on, Nico," Attie urged. "Just one little shadow travel. Then you can pass out. You just need to get us in the office."

"You want- me to add-" he yawned, "-breaking and- entering- onto what they- already think- I did?'

"It's fine. I know these people. Besides, you'd just be entering."

Nico just didn't have the energy to argue, so he used whatever strength he had left to get them inside the building. Once they were in, Attie unwrapped her arms from around his waist when she felt like he was going to make her fall. Nico stumbled before face planting onto the floor in a snoring heap. She stifled her giggles and picked the young boy up before placing him on the couch.

Attie looked around the room, noticing that it pretty much looked exactly the same it did the last time she was there. Her eyes scanned over Shawn's desk and she laughed outright when she saw the black and hot pink Furby sitting there. Guess Gus couldn't get rid of a second one without her help.

Happy for an excuse to sleep awhile longer, Attie plopped down on the chair by Shawn's desk and followed Nico's lead into the blissful world of sleep.

California

Shawn POV

Shawn Spencer hadn't slept peacefully for the past week. Each night, Juliet had to wake him up- informing Shawn that he'd been tossing and turning and sometimes mumbling in his sleep. Shawn didn't know what was happening, nightmares maybe? He didn't know, because he didn't remember anything.

He'd shrug it off- everyone had nightmares- but around four o'clock in the morning, Juliet had to wake him up. Again.

"Shawn," Juliet mumbled sleepily to her boyfriend. He was mumbling incoherently and sweat was gathering on his brow. She nudged his shoulder, "Shawn. Wake up. You're having a nightmare."

When he didn't wake up, Juliet reached over and shook his shoulder. Hazel eyes flew open, and Shawn was able to mutter a few words coherently: Doors of Death, before fully awakening. He sat up quickly, his throat suddenly dry.

"Is it about your dad getting shot?" Juliet asked quietly after a moment of silence.

"No," Shawn's voice was raspy and he coughed to clear it. "No. At least, I don't think so. Jules, I'm not sure what I'm dreaming about."

Concern was evident on his girlfriends face so he leaned over and kissed her lightly on the nose, "Don't worry about it. I'm just going to get some water."

Juliet nodded and slowly lay herself back down before closing her eyes. Shawn stumbled around in the dark, determined not to turn on any of the lights so at least his girlfriend could get some sleep.

Once Shawn reached the kitchen, he braced himself on the counter and took deep breaths. Why was this happening? Why didn't he remember his nightmares?

After a few more minutes of hard thinking, trying to remember, Shawn gave up. Quickly downing a cup of water, Shawn made his way back to bed. He gently eased his way into the covers, mindful of the already sleeping Juliet, and fell back asleep.

There were no nightmares that time.

The next morning, Shawn made it to the Psych office just in time to see the Blueberry pulling up to the curb. Gus quickly got out of the small car, yawning and juggling his keys as he did. He waved at Shawn as he approached.

"You hear about what happened yesterday?" Gus asked.

"You saw that video too?! I swear, they trained that cat to-"

"It wasn't a video, Shawn," Gus rolled his eyes. "I meant about the fifteen year old they found with a dead body. Lassie took the kid in for questioning, but he disappeared- somehow managing to get out of the holding cell."

Shawn tilted his head to the side and watched as his friend fumbled around with the keys, trying to find the right one. Maybe Shawn wasn't the only one that hadn't gotten a good night sleep.

When they walked into the office, Shawn immediately knew that something was wrong. He felt… something that made him edgy. One glance at Gus and Shawn knew that his best friend hadn't sensed it.

"Dude," Shawn whispered. "Someone's in here."

His friend froze and looked at Shawn with wide eyes. Before Gus could run out of the office, Shawn gently pushed him through the door. He grabbed a broom while Gus reached for a lamp. Together, they stealthy walked into the office.

What they found was a very pale boy sleeping on their couch.

Shawn's tense muscles relaxed as they looked at the kid. What he was doing in the Psych office was beyond Shawn, but the boy didn't look like much of a threat. He was skinny, like ribs showing through his skin, skinny. His hair was dark brown and oily, looking like a rats nest. The boy's mouth was open as he snored, blissfully unaware of Shawn and Gus standing over him.

"That's the kid!" Gus stated in a harsh whisper. "That's the kid Lassie's been looking for!" He turned his head to glare at Shawn, "You left the door open, didn't you?!"

"Nuh-uh," Shawn protested. "I definitely locked it… probably."

Both men were too tired to remember that Gus had unlocked the door to get in.

"We have a murderer in the Psych office," Gus whimpered.

"Dude, look at him," Shawn gestured to the kid. "He couldn't do any damage."

"Looks can be deceiving," a slightly familiar voice stated cheerily.

Shawn and Gus both jumped. They spun around quickly, 'weapons' raised above their heads as they prepared to attack.

But all they saw was an old friend.

"Attie!" Shawn stated happily as he looked over the demigod.

Attie was sitting at Shawn's desk, her sea-green eyes filled with humor as she saw what they were prepared to defend themselves with. Her raven black hair was slightly disheveled, like she'd stuck her head out of a car window. She stood up and cracked her back leisurely. Shawn noticed that her stomach looked a little lumpy under her crinkled shirt, and that there were a few bruises on her arms. He wondered what had happened there.

"Hey, Attie," Gus greeted with a smile as he lowered the lamp. "What brings you to Santa Barbra?"

"Him," Attie stated, pointing at the child still sleeping on the couch.

Both men glanced at the kid, "You're here… with him?"

"You know, he may have murdered someone," Shawn pointed out.

Attie laughed slightly, "Nah, that's my cousin. He was just at the wrong place at the wrong time."

Gus frowned, "Your cousin?"

"On my dad's side," Attie clarified as she walked around the desk and towards them. "Meet Nico Di Angelo: Son of Hades."

"Hades?" Gus squeaked as he shuffled away from Nico. "God of the underworld? Ruler of Hell?"

"Yup, that one," she confirmed as she flicked the young boy on the back of the head. Gus looked at her like she was crazy. That was understandable- since his dad ruled the dead.

"Come on, Death Breath," Attie flicked him again. "I really hope I'm interrupting a very good dream."

Shawn didn't know what that meant, and he wasn't sure he was going to find out. Nico groaned suddenly and wacked Attie's hand away from his head, "Okay, I'm sorry about yesterday. Happy?"

"Nope," she replied in a sing-song voice. She grabbed him by the back collar of his shirt and yanked him to the floor. He landed on his face with a thud.

Gus looked ready to pee his pants when the young boy hit the wood. "Should you really be making him angry?"

"He's not the Hulk, Gus," Shawn rolled his eyes.

Nico picked himself off the floor and glared halfheartedly at Attie. He tousled his hair, making his bed head look even messier. But the bed head kind of worked for the kid.

"Are we sure he didn't murder anyone?" Gus asked bluntly.

"I didn't kill anyone," Nico huffed. "Besides, he was a murdered demigod-"

Attie's smile slowly slid off her face as she cocked her head to the side, "A murdered demigod?"

Nico nodded, face grim, "I felt his aura of a demigod when I fell on him. It wasn't very strong though."

Attie took a huge breath and plopped her face down on the couch where Nico had been previously sleeping. Shawn understood. The last time she was here, Attie helped solve a 'demigod murdering case' and almost died a couple of times. Plus, the case was confusing. The murdering daughter of Dionysus left little to no evidence and if Attie hadn't been there, Shawn didn't know if his fake Psychic abilities would have been enough.

Shawn still remembered the Ball Ski monsters.

Shaking his head, Shawn suggested going down to the police station, but Nico wasn't really up to the idea, "The Irish cop is going to arrest me!"

"Lassie?" Gus asked. He shrugged, "Maybe."

"Well, he knows about the Greek gods," Attie's muffled voice came from the couch cushions. "Maybe he'll give Nico a pass."

"Worth a shot," he looked at Nico. "Besides, can't you get out of the holding cell again?"

Nico scowled and nodded. Shawn wondered how he got out of the holding cell the first time. Had he been transported by a god like Attie was the first time she came? Did he have some transportation ability?

"Will Lassie let your cousin go?" Shawn asked in an overly dramatic and deep voice as he rose the keys he swiped from Gus, "Only one way to find out."