A/N: Hiya, guys! I just finished watching the premiere to 'Falling Skies' the all new TNT show, and I was like: AW! YES! Welcome to my new obsession! So, I couldn't help but mix my two favorite obsessions: PJO and Falling Skies. We'll leave it like that, so, ya know. Suckish, probably, and just to let you know now, this is on partial Hiatus, like all of my stories. Don't expect regular updates, 'cause I tend to not give them. Sorry!

The OTHER A/N: Umm...ah-kay, the first one I wrote when I wrote this during the summer. This is the one written today. Please enjoy!

~Future (12/11/11)

Me: Wee! New obsession time!

Di: She doesn't own Falling Skies nor PJO. She DOES own Lucus, Malcolm, Beckendorf, Thalia, and Arrin Jackson, though. Hahahahaha!

Perseus Jackson, put his back flat against the wall, holding the gun close. A swarm of Skitters had just been located, and he knew they were close. He was determined to keep him and his family safe, no matter what the cost.

His breathing, all though fast paced with his racing heart, was cool and calm, filled with quiet little huffs as he prepared for what was behind him. They had already taken two of his kids, along with a few others from his Unit. It had torn him apart, but that was the past.

He had to focus what was now and in the future.

He let out one final puff of breath, recocked his gun, and swerved around, to find...nothing.

"Wha - " but he was wrong. A strong, heavy mass from above crash landed upon him...something he knew all-too-well as a Skitter. He could hear it clicking insecently, hovering directly above his ear.

But he wasn't going to take that.

In one clean swipe with his arms, legs, and whole body, he flung the six legged creature off of himself. With his cocked gun, he aimed at the creature, and shot it clear in the head.

It died squelling, as if saying something uncomprehendable, perhaps final last words, death wishes...

But to Percy, it was nothing more than the victorious sound of another one dead in his tracks.

Thomas Mason, looked around the empty warehouse, searching for food for his Unit. Without it, he knew they would surely die in the weeks and years to come.

As he snooped, he heard it. The insecetent clicking that signals a close by Skitter. And then, the heavy, drumming footsteps of a Mech. Maybe two, he wasn't sure, but he knew he had to get out of there.

His son, Hal, appeared from behind him silently, and whispered, "Escape route?"

Tom nodded. "Escape route," and with that, him and his son barreled for the exit.

But, of course, nothing is that easy. The Skitter, wide in mass, came flying in from above, crashing directly in front of the man and his son. Hal started firing, along with Tom, when they heard the Mechs arrive behind them.

On a fatal account, they rolled to each seperate side, causing a miss-fire by the robotic Mech, directly into the Skitter.

It was destroyed by it's own kind.

Amazing, Tom thought, but it was just a small one, because the Mech started to aim again. When the light turned red and orange, Tom ducked under its light, and out of the way right before it struck. He grabbed his son's arm, and ran out of the back exit, only to come head-first colliding with a man, around thrity-eight years of age, and a blonde woman right behind him, about as old as him.

They stared head on for a second, guns natuarally pointed at the others chests.

Tom was the first to speak, "Who are you?"

Percy smirked. "Perseus Jackson." He nudged behind him, "And my wife, Annabeth. You?"

"Thomas. Tom Mason." He repeated Percy's gesture towards his son. "And my oldest son, Hal."

At the words 'oldest son', Percy and Annabeth's faces fell, but they quickly straightened.

"Which Unit you from?" He asked, lowering his gun.

"Second Massachutests." Tom said flawlessly, lowering his as well. Then he noticed not only did Annabeth have a gun, but a golden dagger as well. Celestial bronze maybe? The professor racked his brain to remember what it could be, but ended up returning his attention to the situation at hand. "Look," he said, "we don't have any extra guns. We hardly have enough food to get by. So, please, don't ask."

Percy's smirk remained. "Don't worry. We weren't planning to ask. We were searching for food for our own Unit, thank you very much." He noticed a bit of humor in the man's voice. "Not to mention the fact that we have plenty of weapons, from swords and bows to guns and AK-47's. Alright?" Percy stuck out his hand.

Tom eyed it suspiciously for a moment. "Alright," Tom nodded, and shook Percy's out-stretched hand. When he released, he looked around, up at the night sky, which was now crawling with airships.

Tom looked at Percy. "How many in your Unit?"

Percy opened his mouth to answer, but Annabeth stepped in. "About a hundred," she said. "But we can handle them."

"Family? Friends? Kids? Children?" Hal open-ranged with questions, his quizitve eyes darting back and forth between the two.

"Family, friends, kids, children, yes." Percy said. "Why?"

"Just wondering," Hal shrugged looking around. He still had his hands locked firmly on his gun, finger poised perfectly on the trigger, as if preparing for any moment that an alien drops down.

"In fact," Annabeth stated, "It's only that. All of it, is just friends and families."

Tom had an idea. "Would you mind, Perseus - "

"Percy," Percy interupted. Tom shook his head smally.

"Percy. Would you mind if my son and I camp there the night? I promie, we'll be out first thing in the morning. But we need a place to stay. Just for tonight."

"Please?" Hal added, dropping his finger from the trigger and hanging the gun at his side.

Percy thought for a second, before his wife took charge. "Of course," she said sharply, glaring at Percy, as if daring him to disagree. "We'd be happy to help any others of the Resistance."

And with that, the blonde woman of thirty-eight years of age, turned around, knife and gun still locked firmly in her hands.

The men stood still for a moment, staring ahead, as if waiting for permission to cross the woman's path.

She turned back around to view them. "Well," she said, almost smiling. "Come on!" And with that, the rest followed the woman, who was babbling contently to herself, as if having the best conversation in the world.

As best as it could get at that moment, anyway.

Annabeth Chase-Jackson, led the tiny brude back into their camp, a nice surrounded place with dim fires, people in battle armour, and gentle talking with small spits of laughter in various places.

"Mom!" A boy with blonde hair and sea-green eyes called, running up to his mother. "Guys! They're back!" Two more children, an older one and a small infant, joined over with them, and embrassed their parents in a hug.

"We were worried sick," a teenage girl with black hair and intelligent gray eyes commented, rocking the baby in her arms. She gave her mom a hug anyway. "But we missed you,"

"We missed you, too, Thals," Annabeth said, wrapping her daughter in the hug. Then she took the baby from her arms, and held it tight. "And we missed you, Arrin," she muttered, kissing the baby's forehead.

It cooed in delight, then reached back for its sister, who took it.

Then Percy looked back, smiling, and remembered their new guests. "Uhm, everyone, this is..."

"Tom Mason," Tom greeted shaking each of their hands.

"Hal Mason," Hal said, giving a small semi-wave, the other hand in his pocket, staring off into oblivion. "Nice place you got here..." he muttered, gazing upward. "Not a airship in the sky..."

Thalia, Annabeth and Percy's oldest daughter, opened her mouth to say it was magically enchanted, but one look from Annabeth told her to shut it. So she did, but decided to say something else, "Eh, my parents are really good with finding a place to disguise us," she moved the baby to position it better on her hip, "you know?"

"Sort of," Hal mumbled, his cheeks flarring. The girl was hot, that was no doubt. Black, choppy hair, deep gray eyes, an athletic figure. Remember Karen, remember Karen, remember KAREN! ran through his mind as he tried to stare at anything but the girl.

It wasn't working.

The boy, they were guessing the oldest, started it off. "I'm Beckendorf Jackson," he said, smirking like his father.

The girl with black hair mumbled, "Thalia Jackson," she looked down at the baby. "And this is my baby sister, Arrin Marnie Jackson. Our, um...my oldest brothers, Luke and Malcolm were...um..." she sighed. "Taken by the Skitters."

Hal looked up. "I'm sorry. My younger brother, Ben, was taken too. I still have my youngest brother, Matt, though."

Thalia smirked. "You're lukcy, Hal, you know that?" she paused. "Try being my parents. Leaders of their own resistance. Have all of these de - I mean, people to deal with and take care of. And all you have to do is fight." She turned and shrugged. "Makes ya wonder, which is better?" and with that, she walked off, to join some more kids who seemed around her age.

Annabeth sighed. "Sorry about her. She's not taking the transistion well."

"But it's been six months," Hal pointed out un-needingly.

Percy glared. "We know. Thalia's still not taking it well."

"Oh...sorry..." Hal mumbled, looking at the ground.

Tom decided to save him. "Anyway, Percy, Annabeth, we were wondering where our corders would be tonight?"

Beckendorf shook his head. "Corders? Really? Dad, we haven't had a 'corders' to sleep in since...what? Five months ago?"

Percy seemed vague. "Seems like..."

"Actually, it was four months and nine days ago. That's when we lost all...everything really. Except us," Annabeth explained experctly.

Beckendorf rolled his eyes. "Anyway, we sleep where we land. Not exactly the cleanest crews, are we?" He smiled, and shook his head in laughter. "So, anyway, let's go." He started walking away.

"Well?" Beck turned around when he realized they weren't following, in the exact same form as his mother. "You comin' to the Fire, or what?"

"The...Fire?" Hal questioned.

"Yeah. The Fire. It's a family tradition."

Beckendorf smiled, and walked away.

Hal and Tom glanced at each other.

"Follow?" Hal asked.

Tom nodded. "Follow."

So they did.