Percy II

Percy was almost completely packed when the doorbell rang. Regardless, he knew that his mom and Paul were busy making him a farewell lunch, so he stopped backing and opened the door.

Yes, he knows that it's rude to stare at the legs of someone in a wheelchair, but he couldn't help it. After all, Chiron's little magic trick had made him become distrustful of people bound to a wheelchair.

"Still, he was able to pry his eyes away from the bald man's handicap and use his super demigod powers (also known as ADHD) and checked out the others. Two teenagers, both seventeen and both acting the same way he and Annabeth used to when they were about 14-15 years old. She had red hair, duller than Rachel Elizabeth Dare's, and he had red sunglasses. Both worked out, obviously from the looks of their bodies. To somebody like Percy, that's either really good, or not good at all. "May I help you?"

"Yes, my name is Professor Charles Xavier and these are two of my students, Jean Grey and Scott Summers," the bald man said. The two teens mumbled a hello, and Percy waved back weakly. "We have something to discuss about you and some things we noticed. May we come in?"

Noticed about him? That sent red alert signal going off in his brain. He stuck his hand in the pocket that held Riptide and decided to play along… for now. "Uh, yeah. Come in. Let me just grab my parents. They're in the kitchen." He let the three strange people in and went to the kitchen. "Mom! Paul! Some people want to talk to us about me." He opened up a drawer between his mom at the stove and Paul at the sink and took out a celestial bronze dagger and held it out to his mom. She nodded in understanding and hid it in her apron, before putting on a smile and grabbing Paul, leading him out of the kitchen.

Arriving at the living room, she held out her hand to the professor. "Hello, my name is Sally Jackson, and this is my husband, Paul Blofis. You wanted to talk to us about Percy?"

"Yes," the professor cleared his throat. "You see, your son has caught our attention. We believe that he is quite extraordinary."

"You could say that," he said bored.

"What we mean is, we've seen that he has some abilities nobody has," said the girl, Jean.

"Somewhat true," he said again, in the same bored tone. Sally gently slapped his chest with the back of her hand.

"We mean he has superpowers," said the boy, Scott, annoyed at Percy's nonchalant expressions. "Surprised we found out?" Percy shrugged. "Really?!"

"Anyways," said the professor. "We believe we may have found an answer to why."

"This outta be good," Percy plopped on the couch and started to pay more attention, his hand still on his jeans pocket.

"Well, you see," the professor began. "It's all based on genetics." Percy nodded. That was somewhat true, he did get his powers from his dad, except the gods don't have genes, at least, that's what he was told. Maybe they did? God genetics mean superpowers. Stop! Damn ADHD! "And once I discovered this gene, I called it the X gene. This gene is activated at a random point in someone's life and grants them abilities. The three of us here possess this gene." Percy raised an eyebrow. He was right, this is good. Suddenly he felt a prodding feeling, the same one he gets when the gods are trying to communicate with him. He didn't feel like hearing one of Apollo's haikus, a lecture from his dad, or a scolding from Athena, so he blocked it out, a trait he had begun practicing in secret since he was thirteen.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jean stiffen. Barely noticeable, but it was there. "Each of us here," the professor continued. "We each have an ability. Scott has laser vision. The minute he removes his glasses, he cannot open his eyes without using his lasers on anything in front of him." Percy raised an eyebrow again. He got the pillow from behind him, the one his mother hated anyways but kept it for no apparent reason and put it on the coffee table between them.

"That I'd like to see."

Scott chuckled and moved his glasses up slightly, burning a hole through the middle of the ugly pillow.

"I'm impressed."

"Thank you."

"That's Scott trademark ability. Jean and I are telepathic," said the professor. Oh, that explained the little prodding, good thing he blocked it out. "But Jean is also telekinetic." She smiled and waved a hand, moving the smouldering pillow upwards. 'Note to self:' he thought. 'Get her to teach Jason how to do that.'

"Anyways, the reason we're here is quite simple. We know you've been expelled before," the professor started.

"Many times." Percy interrupted.

"Yes," the professor continued. "And we know you were expelled yesterday from Goode High School, and we're offering you a place at Professor Xavier's Institute of Gifted Children. There are many kids your age, and slightly younger, there. They're enrolled at Bayville High School, here in New York, and before and after school, we train to keep our powers in control and secret. We were hoping you'd wish to join us."

"I appreciate the offer...but…"

"We would erase all the expulsions from your permanent record," Jean said. "Help you get into a good college, and you can visit here as often as you like."

Percy and his mother shared a look. This was for the best and he was leaving anyways.

"Why not. I was leaving any ways for….my girlfriend's house in Long Island. I'm already packed and ready to go."

"Great!" Scott actually smiled. "We'll just load you and your things on the jet…"

"Whoa, jet?" Percy said. "Oh no, I don't fly. Ever. That is the one place I draw the line."

"Are you serious! Flying is the best part! We even learn how to fly it!" Scott said.

"He doesn't fly," his mother said. "That's his one thing. Maybe we can rent a car for you to return back at Bayville and Percy can follow you in his car. Or you could let him drive with one of you so he knows where to go. Bayville isn't that far."

Jean nodded. "I'll go with him. I'll even help you with your things." She smirked and put her hand to her head, and his half-packed suitcase floated out of his bedroom.

"Wait! I'm not totally packed. Mind giving a guy a couple of minutes?" Percy said, snatching the suitcase from the air.

"And you can all join us for lunch. We really did make too much for just the three of us," said his mother. "We insist."

"If it's truly no trouble, we'd love to," said the professor.