Hi guy, sorry I haven't updated in so long, I've been kinda busy with rugby. I'm English but I live in France and I play for a small team which is actually pretty good. We're unbeaten since december and coming up soon are the Aquitaine finals. So... Sorry.

Thanks to every one who reviewed, put this story on alert or favourited it. It gives me a warm feeling inside. On with the story!

Chapter 2

Percy was having a bad day.

First, he had been ambushed by a squad of empousai, the chased by a pack of hellhounds through Central Park, then attacked by a giant and, to put the cherry on top, whilst being chased by the giant, he had been tackled by a fifteen year old demi-god. Or at least, Percy was pretty sure he was a demi-god. If he was a clear-sighted mortal, be would have seen straight through the Mist, the sword wouldn't have flickered. And if was a true mortal, then he would have seen a baseball bat.

After pulling the boy in to a taxi cab, directed towards Camp, Percy introduced himself, "I'm sorry about all of this, I'm Percy Jackson." He held out a hand.

The boy took it, "John, John Beckett." He spoke with a British accent, which troubled Percy. Were there any european half-bloods? How much power did the gods have 'over the pond'?

"That's cool" said Percy, trying make the blonde-haired boy feel more comfortable.

John shrugged. "It's just a name, there's nothing special about it." John, to Percy's ears, sounded like he had, like Percy, been called names at school and had told himself that.

"Yeah well..." Percy felt uncomfortable. "It's better than mine, my real name's Perseus."

John smirked slightly, which made Percy feel good. " Yeah, Perseus isn't great, is it?"

Percy laughed. "Thankfully, Percy's okay."

Then John turned cold. "I'm sorry Percy, but if you don't tell me where we're going, I'm getting out of this car."

Percy felt uncomfortable again. John stare was cold, caculating. " Listen, I'm really not the best person to explain. We should really wait until we ge-"

"Percy..."

"Okay wait." Percy relented. "We're going to a place called Camp Half-Blood, on Long Island."

"I'm sorry my American geography isn't great..."

"Next to Manhatten." Percy reassured him. He felt good teaching somebody else something. Annabeth probably felt like that all the time.

"Okay." The rest of the trip was silent , Percy tried to talk but just sort of... didn't. Maybe John was a son of Apollo, or another god related with sound. Or maybe Percy was just too chicken. The fifteen year old was scary. Not 'Nico-and-skeletons' scary, more sort of 'I'm-figuring -out-the-best-and-easiest-way-to-kill-you' scary. Maybe he was a child of Athena, Percy knew Annabeth did that.

They finally arrived at Half-Blood Hill. Their driver spoke up, "'ain't nothing here kid, part from some strawberry fields down the road."

"That's fine." replied Percy. He got out of the taxi, making sure that John followed him, and handed the driver their fare. "Thanks."

The cabbie nodded before driving back down the road. John and Percy climbed the Hill, Percy a few steps ahead of John. When Percy saw his home, he held his arms out in front of him in a here-it-is gesture. He spoke to John, "Welcome to Camp."

Hope you enjoyed this one as much as I did. Next chapter, I'll be introducing Alex to Camp, in his POV not Percy's. And we'll be meeting Rosalie *still haven't found a last name help!*.

A surname to do with farming or gardening would be great if not, I'll probably go with 'Northe'.

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-Gatekeeper.