Title: Sector Three

Chapter: 1/? A New Definition Of Normal

Summary: Percy Jackson was the definition of normal, unless you counted his dyslexia and ADHD. He goes to high school, has a best friend, and a pretty girl to keep him distracted. In just a few minutes, with a crazy Algebra teacher, a tranquilizer gun, a secret keeping classmate, and a box of white pills, all that changed. Now Percy's been targeted by one of the biggest underground organizations in the world, determined to make his life hell through kidnap and torture, and the worst part? He didn't even know why.

Major Characters Introduced: Annabeth Chase, Thalia Grace, Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson, Grover Underwood, Katie Gardner, "Callie", "Mrs. Dobbs"

Note: hey, new story, first attempt at Percy Jackson. I think I've been reading too much Gallgher Girls, but this is my take. I think it's good, but you know, I could be completely wrong. Enjoy ^_^

In a normal August evening in New York City, especially a Friday night, normal people would be staying at home, catching up with TV or watching a movie with family, normal teenagers would be partying, or hanging out with friends, and normal girls would be giggling with their BFFs while crushing on the newest boy toy.

Annabeth Chase isn't normal girls.

In fact, she's not even most girls, she's not even some girls, Annabeth Chase, not to be exaggerating, was one of a kind.

So on a normal Friday August evening where normal people are having fun and unwinding for the weekends, Annabeth tied her golden blonde hair up in a ponytail, and headed towards the gym. It wasn't a normal gym of course, unless you count most gyms equipped with twenty different types of knifes that can kill a human being in three thousand ways, and a dozen blue dummies slashed at the waist with Hollywood effects blood spilling out of them (Sector Nine might have over did it on that part, Annabeth thought personally).

Her fierce grey eyes narrowed at her latest target, the blue dummy that she chose to name Bob. Bob was a nobody, absolutely and utterly normal plastic civilian, but by the way Annabeth was slashing her knife through it, you'd think he committed a national crime.

Sweat beaded down her face, her neck, and her skin, trickling as she panted, out of breath but still attacking. Poor Bob now has a huge cut on his…everywhere, not even the curative Sector Seven can fix.

They wouldn't, of course, because it was a dummy.

"Annabeth." She jumped at that noise, then cursed herself because she should've realized someone was sneaking up on her, "It's Friday night, don't you think you should be getting some rest?"

The blonde girl rolled her eyes, fixed the band of her gym shorts and turned towards her new companion. The older girl with electric blue eyes and pixie cut black hair, not that anyone would describe her as 'pixie-like'.

"Thalia." She sighed, "You're not really allowed to be here, you know."

Thalia Grace shrugged, her usually black jean and leather jacket contrasting Annabeth's lighter look, "They haven't revoked my visits just yet."

"It's only a matter of time." Annabeth said, then added quickly, "Not that I agree, of course, just because-"

"Just because I fraternized with the enemy doesn't mean I'm one of them." Thalia chanted. The blonde girl stopped short. Thalia was really upset by this, it wasn't fair, Annabeth wanted to scream, even though she knew that even talking with this Grace can get her through out of her Sector and out to the street, where un-normal people like her will never belong.

"Right." She said, dropped her knife in her gym bag somewhat carelessly and sitting down on one of the mat with the black haired girl, "Remember when we were-"

"Oh no!" Thalia laughed, "We're not getting into one of those 'remember when we were younger and simpler' talks, you know very well, Annabeth Chase, that we would never be anything but normal. We've been marked down for CHB since birth!"

"That doesn't mean we didn't have our innocence." Annabeth teased, though that part wasn't true either. When she was seven, Annabeth single-handily cracked the code into the CIA mainframe, then when she was thirteen, she analysed and predicted the attacks the terrorist group of the Titans on one of the CHB quarters, and developed an evacuation plan that would make Athena proud.

There was no such thing as normal or simple when you were a spy.

"I've lost that when Zeus decided me un-worthy." Thalia sighed. The past years have been hard on her, ever since he betrayed them. Annabeth was one of his closest friends, and Thalia…a lot closer, so they were punished for association.

(It wouldn't be fair in the civilian world, but in CHB, it was just perfectly normal)

Then a few months ago, Thalia was caught communicating with him, though it was mainly Annabeth and Grover's fault, for wanting to get through to him and convince him to return, but Thalia was the only one that was caught. Therefore, she was deflected, officially, but they haven't decided on the punishment yet (although Annabeth didn't think anything is worse than deflection, apparently Sector Thirteen is quite creative with that sort of things), so for the while, Thalia was allowed to visit, but not actually do anything.

For a spy, that was tough.

"I was snooping around the Recruitment-"

"Thalia!" Annabeth cried, "Do you really want to be kicked out of here, forever? You're pushing your luck by your regular visits, but going through the Recruitment files?"

"Not just any Recruitment files." Thalia's blue eyes glittered, "I've found a special one."

Her heart stopped, "Unclaimed?"

"Unclaimed."

She looked away for a moment, analyzing this as all Sector Six would've. Why would one of their leaders not claim their Recruitment? She had been swept away in Sector Six once she got here when she was seven, and now nine years later, she had yet to see a case where Recruitment is just floating between the Sectors.

Well, there was him, but that had been a huge mistake on Hermes's part, so technically, he was claimed.

"That's unusual." Annabeth settled, "Is that all you've managed to find out?"

Of course not, Thalia was one of the best spies in the industry, next to him; they probably had the most experience in the field as well. It's not just because of their training, but their natural curiosity to find out secrets and sometimes exploit them, "Grover's sent to get him, but it could take a while." Thalia said thoughtfully, "Since he is sixteen."

"Sixteen!" Annabeth stood up now. CHB's mottos is train young, live young, and die young, she had never had Recruitment over thirteen before! "You're sure."

Of course Thalia's sure, this came from the girl who memorized the pi up to the three hundredth digit, a hundred more than Annabeth's own (she's got to catch up), "Why?" Was Annabeth's next question, "Unclaimed and sixteen." She absorbed it, her brain working frantically.

"Don't tell anyone, alright?" Thalia said, "Grover doesn't even know he's getting the mission yet. It could take a while, with the background check and making sure that he isn't a fraud and stuff, it'll take maybe a year."

She couldn't wait a year, Annabeth decided, it was agonizing, and especially now that she knew it was coming. New Recruitment was always exciting, but it was even more unusual now that this guy has broken two of the unspoken rules.

"What do you think he'll be in for?" Annabeth asked, "Five? Seven? Eight?"

"I noticed you skipped Six." Thalia teased, "Probably thinks that this guy is going to take your spot as Athena's favorite or something?"

Annabeth blushed, Athena had named her one of the most promising member of Sector Six in New York, which means…there may be a possibility for Annabeth to be the leader herself when Athena finally, finally, resigned (it seemed that she was immortal or something, not that Annabeth had actually met her, of course), to have a new guy, odd, interesting, and unusual, well, it's intriguing.

"Athena would've claimed him already." Annabeth decided, "She doesn't care for mysteries."

"True." Thalia agreed, then getting up to stand next to Annabeth, "I think I overstayed my welcome, so…see you around?"

Annabeth nodded, though she didn't really want to see her best friend go, it was part of her job, "Of course."

And that was the last of Thalia Grace that anyone had seen for a year.

Almost one year later…

"PERCY!"

The boy with curious green-eyes pretended not to hear his friend's shout of anxiety and proceeded to throw a ball of paper at his current target, Katie, who threw him an annoyed look.

"Percy!" Grover shouted again, "You know Mrs. Dobbs already hates your guts-"

"It's the last day of school Grover." Percy said lazily, "What's she going to do? Give me detention?"

Grover pressed his thin lips together, as it always was when Percy was getting on his nerves. He actually felt sort of sorry for the guy, being the new kid smack in junior year, when most people knew him. Percy befriended him, perhaps shamefully out of pity a bit, but found Grover actually to be quite interesting, probably a little too old for junior year, but he didn't really question it and assumed that he was held back a grade, or five.

"Sorry." Percy mumbled. They were in math class, though Mrs. Dobbs hasn't arrived yet, the torture of all torture, with Percy and Grover sitting in the back (per usual) and their other friend Katie Gardner, the ever studious one, memorizing Spanish vocab in the front. Katie had a weird thing for learning new languages, and already mastered French, Italian, and Portuguese, but when it came to Spanish, a required class for all American citizens, she oddly have a hard time.

"Imagine if we got her again next year." Percy joked, mentally noting that he would never, ever, take math again. Grover had a solemn face on, just like whenever Percy started to talk about senior year.

"I get it, you're scared of university or something." Percy told him, "But it's senior year, it'll be a blast!"

He didn't really believe it, but it would be one year closer to finishing this hell hole, so he was pretty happy.

"Of course." A new voice cut into the conversation by Percy's new neighbor, the lovely caramel haired Callie who smirked at the two. To be honest, Callie was probably the prettiest girl that Percy had ever met (don't tell his mom that though), but mysterious as well for some reason. She never revealed her last name, never had any lasting friends, and never shows up at a party.

Maybe that's why a bunch of jocks on the window are drooling at her; always want what they can't have.

Luckily for Percy, Callie was actually great friends with him, Grover, and Katie, though she disappears every other day, Percy was just grateful that she spoke to him after all.

"Yeah." Grover mumbled for a moment.

"Come on G-Man, you're always stressing, why not just have a little fun!"

Then Percy realized that everyone else in the class had gone quiet.

And he was the only one talking.

And that Mrs. Dobbs was staring at him with her eyes of death.

"Mr. Jackson." She spoke sweetly, but Percy gulped never the less, "May I speak to you for a moment, outside?"

Percy stood up, willing is hands to not be so clammy (it doesn't work, it's not like he has the superpower over water) and walked past Katie, who glared at him with a mixture of "you deserve it" to "good luck" to "I'm sorry", while he awkwardly stalked out of the room.

Mrs. Dobbs, it turns out, didn't just want to speak to him outside of the classroom, but all the way to the dumpster before she started to talk.

"You have been giving us a lot of trouble." Mrs. Dobbs said, not facing him, "I supposed you think you could've fooled us."

"As in…you?" Percy questioned, "Mrs. Dobbs?"

"Our leader had his eyes on you since your birth, and you've been arrogantly careless, just because they haven't recruited you yet, you think you can get away from it all?"

"Mrs. Dobbs?" His brain was whirling, what had that been all about? He knew he was in trouble, and that he was so far from Mrs. Dobbs' favorite person that it wasn't even funny anymore, but to talk like this was…evil.

She turned around at last, and Percy jumped in the back a bit, when he saw her cruel face, more monstrous than he had ever seen her, which was saying something.

"You're coming with me!" She laughed manically, and grabbed Percy tightly by the arms, dragging him away from the school.

"Mrs. Dobbs!" His alarm rate was growing faster by the second, as he tried to pry her finger off of him, "Stop that!"

"As if your words can fool me Perseus." She laughed. Percy shuddered at the use of his full name, which was only used by his mother, but this was different. She was his…enemy.

And getting kidnapped by your enemy is the last thing Percy wanted to do. So, in the sanity choice of all, he bit her.

"You brat!" Mrs. Dobbs loosen her grip, as Percy torn his arm apart and ran back to the school, which is not that brightest idea but there will at least be people. He can hear her crazy laugh behind him, "Try to run little hero, but you'll never hide from me."

He ran, and ran, and ran, all the way back to two classrooms down before Mrs. Dobbs caught up to him. No, she didn't just caught up to him, she pulled out a gun.

"Woah." Percy stumbled and crashed into one of the lockers, probably dislocating his shoulder doing so. How did he get in such mess? His brain was fuzzy from the pain and his sight blurry, but anyone would recognize the cold, hard, steel of pure death at the face.

"Don't worry honey." Mrs. Dobbs had her fake smile on again, "You won't be killed; it's just a tranquillizer. We have other uses for you."

Percy braced himself for the worst, even if it was just a tranquillizer, who knows where this lunatic was going to drag him off to next. By the way they were talking about it, it was as if…she knew about him, whatever he was. It sounded like someone else was watching him too.

He ran cold as she pulled the gun over him, aiming directly at his head. Percy gulped as he scrambled for weapons, but the combined pain of his shoulder, blurriness of his vision, and, alright, dead on fear, made him very incapable of defending himself.

Not to mention that a tree can probably beat him at sprinting, so running wasn't an option either.

"Goodnight honey." She bared her teeth, literally, bared her teeth, and pulled at the trigger…

Nothing, Percy opened his eyes to nothing but the empty hallway and…Grover?

And Katie and a very pale Callie right behind him, the three of them were looking over at him with wide eyes. A very pregnant pause filled up the hallway, as if there wasn't a crazy math teacher with a gun threatening Percy just moments ago.

"What…" Katie was the first to recover, "Happened?"

Grover gulped, Callie whimpered slightly and put a hand on Percy's shoulder, which he involuntarily blushed at but didn't push off, "Mrs. Dobbs, and-eugh!" He cried, realizing that his shoulder was still in pain.

"I'll take him to the infirmary." Grover said, his face oddly calm for some reason, he was fumbling something in his hands that Callie and Katie didn't seem to see, and pulled Percy out of Callie's grasp, "You better get back before anyone catches you."

"But what about-" Katie started to question, but Callie determinedly pulled her away. Percy tried to look back, but his shoulder wasn't allowing him, by the time he turned sideways entirely, the two girls were gone.

"Ow." He pouted, a bandage wrapped around his shoulder and the pain killer starting to work out. The nurse tsk-ed at him and went to see the other patient, a skinny pale boy with a mild headache or something.

"Serves you right for talking."

Grover seemed to relax a bit, his hand still fumbling around a small white case that he carried everywhere, it was translucent, but Percy can't see what's in it. If he had to guess, but the size, it could be some medication or something, but he doesn't remember Grover needing any.

"I deserve to be almost kidnapped by our crazy algebra teacher?" Percy snorted, "Right, nice to know that you're on my side."

Grover looked miserable, which made Percy sort of miserable. He didn't have any friend being quite awkwardly old to be a junior, though Percy didn't really ask about that. He always acted three times his age and even had a goatee, some kids called him the 'substitute', and pushed him around just like they do with really substitute teachers, it wasn't fun to watch.

"Look." He lowered his voice, checking over his shoulder to see the nurse preoccupied, "I need to tell you something."

"Sure." Percy winced a bit at the movement, he was trying to sit up, "Go for it."

Grover opened his mouth, and then closed it again, debating over his huge secret or something. He seemed to ponder it for an eternity before he pressed the little white box he was holding into Percy's hands.

"Go tell your mom what happened, move out of the city, and eat this pill." Grover instructed him. Percy just stared, "You have to leave soon."

"What?" Percy questioned, "Wha-" He was telling him to leave? As in out of New York? Out of Goode High School? He had such a good record here, Percy didn't think any other school would take a loser ADHD and dyslexics like him in, "Grover, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." He said tightly, "I know Leneus will have my head for this, but it's for you own good Perce."

He stared at his friend some more, not understanding anything. First, there was a crazy math woman who tried to tranquilize him, and then his best friend tells him to move out of town and take some crazy pills, what else could go wrong today?

"No." Percy protested, "Grover, tell me what's going on!" His voice rising a bit.

"I can't." The other boy, well, man, sighed, getting up from his seat, "I'll make up some excuses to Katie and Callie, but you have to leave, like, now."

"Now?"

"Now." Grover confirmed again. Percy thought that he was taking his rather calmly, like…it happened a lot of times before, "While school is out, it'll be less suspicious."

His head was whirling, what's going on?

"Mr. Underwood, you need to leave now." The nurse came over and tapped Grover on the shoulder, "I'm afraid Mr. Jackson will need his rest before he can go home today."

Grover nodded, but still staring at Percy, then determinedly at the pills, "Right."

"But-" Percy never got to finish the sentence before his best friend left the room, with a million questions and a box of strange, white, pills in his hand, supposedly the answer to everything.