"Demigod."
"Very good, Lydia. The offspring of a Greek god and a mortal is called a demigod. Can anybody give me any examples?" The teacher asked.
"Perseus, Heracles, Orpheus," Percy said from the back of the room, balancing a pencil on her little finger and looking bored. "Though Heracles is more commonly known by his Roman name, Hercules. That guy is like the Starbucks of Ancient Greece, he's everywhere."
"A very good point, Miss Jackson. Where did you learn all this?"
"My Latin/ Mythology teacher, Chi- Mr. Brunner." She coughed to cover the slip, but Jackson, having noticed it, caught Scott's eye and smirked.
"He must have been a very good teacher."
"He's great," Percy agreed. "Treated me like his grand-niece." She smirked slightly, like it was a private joke.
"The most famous gods were the Olympian twelve. Can anybody name all of them?"
"Zeus, Poseidon, Hera, Demeter, Hephaestus, Athena, Ares, Apollo, Artemis, Aphrodite, Hermes and Dionysus, though Hades is rather famous too." Percy answered after a moment of silence. "And Dionysus was a demigod son of Zeus who was granted godhood, in his place it used to be Hestia."
"You had a very dedicated mythology teacher," the teacher mused.
"He always asked us how we thought this would affect us in real life. I never seemed to get the answer he was looking for." The bell rang, and most of the class began to gather their stuff to leave, considering it was the end of the day.
"Miss Jackson, if you could stay back a moment." The teacher called, and Percy nodded, slipping her stuff into the bag resting next to her seat. When the room was clear, the teacher sighed and leaned back against the desk.
"You're going to get suspicious, you know." Kleio said when she thought all the students were gone. Scott and Jackson hovered outside the doorway. "You need to calm down with the knowledge, and the name slips."
"Well, I didn't really expect a babysitter. What are you doing here?" Percy asked in return.
"I was sent to look after you. You attract a lot of trouble, Percy, I'm here merely as a... link, back and forth between you and our superiors."
"I don't need looking after, Kleio. Tell them I appreciate the thought, but it isn't necessary." Percy swung the bag over her shoulder and walked to the door, pushing it open.
"Did you need something, boys?" Kleio asked, arching an eyebrow at the werewolves.
"We- uh, were wondering if you had any more informative books on the lesson today," Scott stammered. "It was... interesting."
"Of course," the muse of History told them, smiling, "come on in." She opened the door wider, forcing the teens to come inside for a look as Percy walked down the hallway, hands deep in her pockets, one of them clasped around Riptide again. It was becoming something like a comfort gesture, nothing could get to her when she had it.
"What are you?" She whirled around at the growl, only to find herself slammed into the lockers. Her bag fell to the floor as he lifted her by the neck roughly, and she brought Riptide out and shoved at the massive shoulders in front of her, trying to make distance between her and the much larger male.
"Get off me!" She hissed, pushing against his chest.
"Derek!" Isaac called, running up to his Alpha. "Derek, please, you can't do this here," he said in a softer tone, and the older dropped Percy, who brought in deep breaths, rubbing her windpipe. She glared stubbornly up at the Alpha werewolf and stood stiffly, brushing the dirt off her clothes.
"What the hell?" She demanded, looking between the two.
"It's nothing, Percy," Isaac assured her. "You should get out of here."
"Like Ha- no. I'm not just going to leave after this idiot attacks me!" She rested her hands on her hips and watched as Isaac tried to hold Derek back from attacking her again.
"Derek?" Scott asked in surprise as he, Jackson and Kleio made their way down the hall. "What are you- oh." He blinked in realization as he watched the stare- down between the Alpha and the teenage girl. It almost looked as if Percy was winning.
"Percy, calm down," Kleio pleaded as she walked forward, hands raised in a comforting gesture. The daughter of the sea god looked up at her, eyes darkened like a storm on the ocean, but nodded stiffly and tossed her bag over her shoulder, hand still clenched around Riptide. "Annabeth wants to talk to you," the muse added as Percy walked away. The demigod raised a hand, to show she'd heard, and walked out the door.
"What was that?" Isaac asked, rubbing at his head.
"That's exactly what you're going to explain to me," Kleio told them, leading the werewolves back to her office and locking the door. "Why did you attack Percy?"
"She's not who she says she is," Derek growled. The muse arched an eyebrow.
"Who is who they say they are?" She countered.
"I'm lost," Jackson stated. "What does any of this have to do with her?"
"Percy is, unfortunately, in the center of a lot of things," Kleio said, walking to her desk and sitting down calmly, folding her hands. "A lot of traumatic events have unfolded around her, she's had more near- death experiences than any other living mortal, I can assure you."
"You're not making sense," Scott groaned. "Can you give us a straight answer?"
"No," Kleio answered. "But you can discover the truth for yourselves easily enough." She scrawled out some words on a piece of paper and handed it to Derek. "You won't believe it, but everything you seek is here." With that, she stood and exited calmly.
"I was less confused before we talked with her," Isaac said, glancing at the piece of paper in his Alpha's hand.
Percy Jackson and the Olympians; Rick Riordan.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Lydia asked, repeatedly reading the note. "Percy Jackson, I get. The Olympians, the gods, sure, but altogether?"
"I have absolutely no clue," Stiles agreed. "So, when in doubt, use a search engine, right?" He pulled the laptop away from Scott, who was playing games, and opened Google, typing in the words.
"It's a... book series," he said, surprised. "Five in total, starting with Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief and ending with The Last Olympian."
"Can you order them?" Allison asked.
"Of course I can order them, but they may take a few weeks to get here," Stiles retorted, already in the middle of filling in the shipping information. He hit send and closed the laptop. "Any word from Danny?"
"Yes, actually," Jackson said, looking up from his phone. "Percy was kicked out of her schools repeatedly for 'accidents' such as fires and explosions."
"Fires and explosions?" Isaac asked. "Really?"
"Yes, really. Last school she went to was Goode, where her step- father worked. Her mother is listed as Sally Blofis, previously Sally Jackson, no mention of a father."
"Is it just me, or is that weird? Like, really, even if your father's dead, he's normally listed on a birth certificate or something," Scott put in.
"I want you to watch her, try to find out something significant about her," Derek told them. "Something about her makes me uneasy."
"Will do, Sourwolf," Stiles said absentmindedly as he pulled his jacket on. "I've gotta go, dinner with Dad." He waved to the rest of the pack as he walked out the door toward his jeep.
"I don't like him being alone with the Alpha Pack threat," Derek sighed as he heard the familiar engine start to fade away.
"You and me both," Scott told him. "I better get going too. Allison, can you give me a ride?"
"Of course," She said, standing and grabbing her bag. "See you guys tomorrow!"
A/N: You can expect the updates to be every two weeks like this, because A: I have exams coming up and B: I am trying to make a career from my written work (Key word being 'trying') which means I devote most of my writing time to original stories. So, yeah. I'm not saying that these are unimportant because to me, fanfiction is like training wheels- helping me to develop my writing style until I have enough confidence to send out some work to hope for publishing, and that isn't something I take for granted.