This takes place after the summer of The Last Olympian and in the summer right before The Lost Hero. Enjoy.
"Crap, crap, crap, crapcrapcrapcrap!" I yelled as I ran through the streets, nearly breathless. There was some sort of… dog chasing me and it was freaking huge!
I was not running particularly fast unfortunately, and that had much to do with me attempting to run through crowded New York streets. It was especially hard to run, as I had just happened to turn onto a street where a high school was getting out of its last day of school. Which reminds me, maybe I shouldn't have skipped school that day. I looked back to see the giant dog bound around the street corner behind me, people giving it confused looks as though they couldn't tell what it was. Because a giant frigging dog was so hard to identify. Suddenly I tripped over some random crack in the sidewalk and flew forward, landing face first on the concrete sidewalk.
"Ow," I groaned, slowly pulling myself up.
"Hey, are you okay?" Asked the guy whom I had apparently landed in front of. He had dark hair and sea green eyes that I probably would have found attractive if it hadn't been for the fact that I was running for my life.
"Um," I replied, glancing between him and the giant dog that he obviously hadn't noticed yet. His eyes followed mine and suddenly widened.
"Oh, crap," He muttered, pulling something out of his pocket.
"I'll take care of this," He said, brandishing a… pen? I grabbed his arm.
"First of all, that's a pen," I said, yanking him along with me as I began to run in the other direction, "And second of all, if you are going to take care of it… with a pen… then you should probably not do it in front of thousands of random New Yorkers."
He slowed down for a second, thinking, and then nodded, stuffing the pen back into his pocket and then running after me. I ran around another few corners and made a break for a small park that didn't seem to have too many people in it. I ran straight for a thick cluster of trees and ran a few feet into it before whirling around to face the street corner where the dog was going to come bounding out in any second.
The guy following me overshot me by a few steps before turning to come back and stand next to me. I bent over, gasping for air as I waited for the dog. The kid next to me pulled out his pen again and I began to wonder if he was delusional or something. Perhaps it hadn't been a good idea to bring him along…
Suddenly the giant dog bolted around the corner, seeming to know exactly where we were, and the guy next to me pulled the lid off of his pen. Suddenly the pen turned into a sword and I practically fell over in surprise. He took the time to grin at me and say, "Just a pen, huh?"
I scowled at him and he turned to face the dog, holding his sword like he really knew what he was doing. I got the feeling that he actually did. As the dog bounded up he swiftly moved out of the way as it pounced, and then spun around to slash at it with his sword. The whole movement seemed one, inhumanly fast action. With one deep blow into the thing's neck, the giant dog suddenly exploded into a cloud of dust, which I was coughing up only moments later.
"Ew, sick!" I complained, "I'm coughing up dog!"
And then, as the disgustingly breathable dust cloud dispersed and I realized I wasn't in danger anymore, I started cracking up. The guy with me gave me a funny look before touching the cap of his pen to the tip of his sword, which then somehow turned back into a pen.
"Well, now that it's over, I'm willing to admit that that was kind of awesome," I explained laughingly. He looked at me funny again, probably wondering if I was crazy or something.
"Sorry, it's just that I kind of thrive on pandemonium. I have a knack for causing trouble and enjoying it wherever I go. It's why the only school I've managed to stay in is the one that my foster dad is the principal of and my foster mother teaches at. Oh, I'm Victoria by the way."
"Oh, um, Percy Jackson," He responded, holding his hand out to shake. I got the feeling that he wasn't a shaking hands kind of guy, so I laughed as I shook it.
"So, that was interesting. That happen to you often?"
"More often than you might think," He replied.
"Really?" I asked, "Wow."
After a slight pause I added, "I should probably get going home."
"Uh, wait. Maybe I should go with you," He said. I looked at him funny and he said, "I'll explain in the cab ride."
"Um… okay?" I responded, not really sure what was going on.
We walked to the street and I tried (and failed) to hail a cab. After a moment's annoyance I shouted at the top of my lungs, "TAXI!"
This caused Percy and some random guy driving his car to jump, the latter nearly losing control of his car and causing a car accident. I giggled at the chaos that ensued as a taxi slowly pulled over to the side of the street. I opened the back door and motioned for Percy to get in before me. As I slid into the seat next to Percy the taxi driver asked, almost hesitantly, "Where to?"
I gave him my address and then turned to Percy and said, "So I guess you've got some 'splaining to do."
He nodded.
"So I'm not exactly sure how to say this, but… I'm pretty sure you're a demigod," He said, watching my face for my reaction. I blinked.
"Say what?" I asked, wondering if I'd ever heard the word demigod before. It sounded familiar.
"Like the child of a human and a god," He explained.
"Oh," I said, "So… which gods are we talking about? There's like, a ton of gods; Irish ones, Roman ones, Egyptian ones, Greek ones—"
"Bingo."
I looked at him.
"Greek gods, so like Hera, Zeus… well, all those guys anyway," I said, losing interest in remembering the rest of their names very quickly.
"Yeah, pretty much."
I stared at him, starting to wonder if he was delusional again.
"And… you're sure about this? How?" I asked.
"Well, you can see through the mist for one, and hellhounds don't just chase random people, so it's the only answer that makes sense," He responded.
"…Me being the child of a god or goddess… is the only answer… that makes sense?" I enunciated each part of the sentence, just to make sure I wasn't the only one who thought that it sounded ridiculous. As if reading my thoughts, the cab driver looked back at Percy through the rear view mirror, quite obviously wondering about his sanity.
"Mind your own business," I snapped quite unnecessarily to the cab driver before turning back to Percy.
He just shrugged and replied, "Yeah, it is."
I shook my head and turned to look out the window.
"So why do you need to come home with me again?" I asked him, turning back to hear his response better.
"Because you need to come to Camp Half-Blood with me," He said casually. I shook my head again.
"Good luck convincing my foster parents that I should go with some random guy to Camp Half-whatever. They'd probably assume the worst, which would be that you're some boyfriend who I want to sneak off and do… things… with."
His face grew beet red and I nodded.
"Exactly. They seem to just automatically assume the worst of me for whatever reason. So unless you want to be there while they accuse me of the most awkward stuff ever, it probably wouldn't be the best idea to even try. Oh, and good luck trying to convince them that one of my parents is a Greek god, because they're devout Catholics. Matter of fact, the school they work at is a Catholic school, so, again, good luck."
"I have to at least try to tell them. It would be really unsafe to let you go around with a bunch of monsters chasing after you, both for you and everyone involved. Is this your first time getting chased by a monster? Because you look older than twelve."
"Well, there were these giant cannibals—" I started.
"Canadians," He informed me. I stared at him.
"What?"
"Well, they're actually Laistry-something-or-others, but I never really figured out how to say that, so… Canadians,"
I stared at him for a bit again, before something occurred to me and I said, "Oh, Laistrygonians! We learned about them in school. Odysseus had to deal with them once. Well, besides them, I've been chased by a variety of bronze animals, a hydra, and a griffin."
"Wow. How did you kill them?" He asked.
"Um… I didn't. I convinced some police officers that the Laistrygonians were trying to assault me, and a couple of backup calls later they left. With most of the bronze animals I either swam or caught a nearby boat away. With the griffin I ran down into the nearest subway station and took the subway far away. The hydra wasn't exactly small, so a few small spaces later it gave up on finding me."
"Wow. At least you got out okay each time," He said, seemingly shocked that I'd gotten away without killing them.
"Not so much," I informed. I removed my light jacket to show him a scar running along my upper arm.
"Aside from that, I was seen each time, and each time someone told some bullshit story about me defacing property. So I generally end up getting shipped to a new foster home because the foster family before that doesn't want some demented kid like me."
"Sorry," He said. I shrugged.
"So what was the giant dog?" I asked, changing the subject.
"That was a hellhound," He replied, just as the taxi pulled onto my street. It took all of two seconds for it to pull in front of my house, a three story row house. I pulled some money out of my pocket and paid the driver before sighing, opening the door, and stepping out onto the sidewalk. As I opened the door to our house, I called in, "Lauren, I'm home,"
After a pause I heard her reply, "You're home a little late; did something happen?"
After I glanced at the clock and saw that I was late by all of ten minutes, I rolled my eyes and said, "Yeah, um, I have a visitor. He'd like to talk to you."
I walked towards the back of the house, where Lauren's office was, motioning for Percy to follow me. As we walked into her office, she turned and as soon as she saw Percy, she glanced back and forth between us suspiciously. I sighed and gave Percy a look that said 'You see what I mean?' and sat down on Lauren's small couch.
Percy sat next to me and said, "I have something to tell you about your daughter, Mrs.…?"
Suddenly Lauren sat up straighter and glared at me.
"Oh my God, Victoria, are you pregnant?" She asked angrily.
"No," I assured, shuddering at the very idea of getting myself pregnant. She gave me a suspicious glance before turning back to Percy.
"You can call me Mrs. Davis. What's your name?" She asked.
"Um, I'm Percy. But the point is that your daughter, Victoria, is, um…" He looked like he was trying to figure out how to say it.
"Evidently I'm a demigod," I informed Lauren bluntly.
"What on earth are you talking about?" She asked, annoyed.
"I'm talking about one of my parents being a Greek god," I said simply.
"This is ridiculous, Victoria. Is this really what you came here to tell me?" She asked, directing her question at Percy.
"Um, yeah, that and to tell you that, her being the daughter of a god and all, it would be safer for all involved if she went to Camp Half-Blood for the summer," He replied slightly awkwardly.
"Oh, and how much does this camp cost?" She asked, humoring him.
"Um, nothing, actually. It's just for kids like us," He replied.
"Like you? So you're a child of a god too?" She asked skeptically.
"Um, yeah. Poseidon, god of the sea," He answered.
"Well, I'm sure you both think this is very funny but I am well aware that the Greek gods don't exist."
There was a roll of thunder of in the distance.
"So, unless you are going to spew more nonsense and blasphemy, I would suggest you get out of my house. And go to confession while you're at it," She told him very sternly.
"But—" Percy started.
"It's fine, Percy. And Lauren, he can't go to confession, he's obviously pagan," I said, ushering Percy out of the room.
As we reached my front door, I asked, "Do you really think I need to go to this camp?"
"Yeah," He said, "Why?"
I glanced over my shoulder before replying quietly, "Meet me outside at nine, I'll be all packed and ready to go."
He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but then he just nodded. I waved goodbye from the door. After that I went upstairs to my room and began packing. I packed a couple weeks' worth of clothes, my favorite brush, toothpaste, and toothbrush. With a few minutes' hesitation, I also packed a picture that I'd had ever since I could remember of my birth father. It was a picture I constantly went back and forth between loving and hating, because at a young age I'd perfected the art of breaking into file cabinets, and learned that my father hadn't died or been forced to give up, he'd just decided he didn't want me...
But I guess that's nothing new.
(A/N):So how was that for a first chapter? This is far from my first fanfiction, but it is one of my best, due to a random increase in writing talent recently.
I want to assure anyone worrying that this is neither a Percy/OC fanfiction or a Nico/OC fanfiction. Free (imaginary) cookies to anyone who can guess who Victoria's godly parent is! They're the best cookies you'll ever (pretend to) have! Plus I'll give you the opportunity to cowrite a later chapter (not as good as (imaginary) cookies, I know)!
Review and shtuff! KThxBai ;P
For anyone who cares (although I'm sure most don't), this is the link to a website where I pwned some PJO haters. I am there under numbers 14 and 15 as an anonymous poster. You'll need to get rid of the spaces between guide, .com, and/thread
mythicalcreaturesguide .com /thread/3574986/Percy+Jackson+and+the+Olympians
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