Summary: She supposed it made sense. Seeing as how there were so many people she had met with Greek Mythological names. In hindsight, fate had really been smacking her face with it. A story in which a girl befriends some gods and half-bloods.


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Well, shit shit shit fuck why the gods fuck!

Percy repeated over and over again in his head. For the past week, all he could think while on this forsaken quest. Every time they did anything, went anywhere, there was some monster always lurking around trying to kill them. And if there was no monster there was some sort of god or trap awaiting them.

First the furries, then Medusa, then the cops and normal mortals. After that the stupid Chimera and Enchilada? Anteater? Chinchilla? And the shitty ark, then there was Ares the god of 'I will-kill-you' and the Lotus Casino (he really wished he kept one of those credit cards) and of course there were those kids and the waterbed mart.

And now he, Annabeth, and Grover were descending into hell. The Underworld he meant, they were going into the land o the dead and were probably going to die. What a great summer vacation he thought dryly to himself when the sound of music hit his ears.

He and Annabeth exchanged a look as they turned towards Grover who was shaking a bit, mumbling the lyrics to 'Highway to Hell'.

"Grover," he asked coming closer to his friend, "You good man?"

"Sorry, I-I'm just a bit nervous that's all," he replied going back to mumbling the lines as Annabeth shrugged but she too wasn't usual confident self. Percy only nodded his head, thinking that he much rather have preferred Hillary Duff at the moment.


Pandora found herself flipping through the tv channels only to stop by a breaking news worldwide manhunt. At first, she shrugged it off only for when the picture beside the news anchor changed did she freeze, eyes gluing them to the television with raised brows.

"And we're back to bring you more updates regarding the bizarre and mysterious Jackson case. Earlier today, three kids one of which was the adolescent Perseus Jackson who has been missing since early June has turned up on the West coast, and looks like he is having some sort of fight with a gun-wielding maniac on the beach while what appears to be his friends, two other kids are being held, hostage"

The camera changed to overhead live footage of the beaches where she could spot the messy black hair of her friend, wielding a glinting bronze sword and saying something the microphones weren't quite picking up. Her gaze shifted upwards to the dining room wall, seeing if that sword had been one of her father's collection but found nothing missing as she frowned, wondering where he could've gotten it from but had quickly forgotten when the camera shifter above the man he was fighting.

Her eyes widened when she saw the same leather jacket wearing, motorcycle, dark-haired muscled man she had run into a couple of years prior, well only this time he wore a darkly covered helm. Either way, Pandora could only stare at the unfolding battle. It was all too odd for her, seeing the two fighting one another using swords, though for some reason the cops and news anchors kept saying they were using guns, how odd.

The entire thing continued to unfold as she went to go grab a bag of chips as she watched the screen, a bit more entertained than she probably should've been. The only thing she could say when Percy stood victorious after several cop cars exploded and many screams later, Pandora tilted her head, "Huh, guess that's where he's been all this time, wonder if he met my friends."


On the worrying plane ride back to New York, careful not to shake too much and draw attention, but enough to hopefully get enough sympathy points that Zeus took pity on them and let them fly in peace, Percy was trapped on a six-hour flight with the memories he had made along the quest.

Upon the three hour mark, his mind, after plotting to somehow retrieve his mother but without much luck, he found his mind wandering to his friends back home, Pandora.

He had to admit, at this point, she wasn't too weird anymore. Given he had gotten a prophecy from a dead woman, met water spirits, fought a woman and her dog, and had met the literal king of the Underworld, Percy was starting to find her the most normal thing in his life. Except, even that wasn't as normal as he would've thought once he began thinking.

Her words, the things she would say, the hidden meanings to the simplest or smallest of facts that would be the biggest deal, later on, those were the things that were sticking to him at that moment, causing him to reevaluate everything he knew about her.

He wouldn't have thought any differently of the things she had said but now? Given what he knew about the gods and half-bloods. How so many of the remarks she had made over the past five years all seemingly had come back just on his quest alone, Percy had to wonder.

It had started when he was nine, the first time he could recall what she had said was odd. How he had been crying over losing one of his toys and in a way to comfort him, she told Percy that he may lose many more things in the future but that 'even if you can't save what means the most, you'll always get it back." He didn't know what it meant att he time, but now? With the prophecy he had received, was her words meaning something more?

Or how she had told him that he was born to be a hero. Had that just been something she told all her friends or could she have known something more? Pandora had told him that his father was alive, he didn't believe her at the tie yet it turned out she was right.

Then there was that time in the park, where she told him that he should be careful at waterparks or else he could die on live tv. That zebras were a type of horse or that trees had ears and could be human. Or when she nonchalantly told him how he was technically a prince. And even more recently, just a few weeks ago, yet feeling like a lifetime before, when they had played God of War, how she told him about her friends or that if you defeated a god would you then become said, god? He hadn't questioned it at the time, brushing it off but now? What was he to think?

Everything she had said over the years was put into question. Was when she told him that pigs would fly one day happen? Or that he shouldn't attempt holding the sky one day and that the dead never stay dead. Then again, she had quoted that last thing for a book but still, how could he know what was important and what wasn't?

Percy still was too new to this whole 'god' and 'half-blood' thing so he couldn't be positive if she was even in on the greek thing. She wasn't the oracle of Delphi (hopefully) but was she something like that? Was that even possible? It was something he'd have to ask Annabeth when she woke up.

She couldn't be just a normal mortal, she had been there for several of his 'unexplainable but now super explainable things' that had happened to him. And he knew she had seen them too. Which meant, like his mom as Annabeth told him, she was clear-sighted. But there had to be more right?

Pandora's father was always too worried, scared that something would come to take him or his daughter. He had an entire wall of weapons for gods sake, he had even taught Percy how to hold a sword when they first met. Her dad had to be a half-blood, so then what was Pandora? Could she also be a half-blood? Would two half-bloods that had a kid make another half-blood or was there something else he didn't know?

Like what it-

That was it he thought, eyes snapping as he stared out the airplane window, to the epiphany. The information was all there before him as he couldn't hold back the chuckle that escaped his lips, causing Grover beside him to glance at him.

Pandora wasn't just some clear-sighted mortal. No, she was more than that, she was just like him. And funnily enough, she had absolutely no idea, probably, maybe, actually-


Percy was returning to New York that day.

And Pandora was just waiting for him to return. But after a little while, playing a few video games that were just too dull without him, she had decided to go walk around the city for a little while.

"So-" A voice caught her attention as she turned towards its owner. A tall and tanned blonde with a confident demeanor and sideways smile found her, "would the pretty lady tell me her name over a bite to eat?"

She turned her head behind her, checking to see if he had meant her, which he did, as Pandora raised her brow and rolled her eyes, "I think I'm a little too young for a person like you," she told the smiling and charming blonde who kept his clear deep eyes solely on her, "Well you're not that wrong about that. I am a bit older than you for the moment."

She tried to bypass him, making a move to step around him, only for him to cut her off, moving over her and blocking her path looming over her like the blinding sun as she felt his hand around her arm pulling her close.

His other hand traced over to her face, his thumb gliding itself over her bottom lip as he forced her head to look straight up at him, their eyes boring straight into each other. Pandora could do nothing as she found herself lost in his, his face was so young and full of life but his eyes, the beautiful orbs that could draw anyone in were filled with such sadness and regret that was locked behind a facade, "You're not so normal are you?" he said, the words echoing through her asking to no one, "You know things don't you, but you're not meant to Delphi."

She didn't even realize her own hand finding itself on his, placing feathery traces along his chin as she stood on her tip toes to reach his temple, brushing the loose blonde locks from his eyes as his eyes closed leaning into her touch as she exhaled, her hot breath tickling his finger as a deep sound rumbled from his chest.

"Your eyes," she began searching his face, "They're so sad, why is that?"

The man, who she didn't even know what his name was jolted backward slightly, as her fingers slipped from his face as he drew her body closer to his own with such strength and ferocity she was so certain she was going to lose her balance as his body completely encompassed her own. She could feel everything, the muscles beneath his clothes, the vibrating from his skin and the raw heavy emotion that littered his entire being felt as though he was trying to drown her out as she whimpered slightly.

The fingers that were around her arm, the hand still on her shin moved o the sides of her face as she could feel his very being on the tip of her tongue, breaking through her opened lips, "Who are you?" he asked her confused yet something darker hid beneath it, "What. Are. You?"

She tried shaking her head, eyes never leaving his as she saw some sort of dark abyss grow within him, "My name is Pandora, and I'm alive."

And just as fierce and strong as the emotions had been only seconds ago, his entire being shifted backward, brows furrowed as he slid sideways only staring at her in disbelief and confusion, "You're not her though-you can't be I-I" and before anything else could be said or exchanged the man who was warm like the sun and dazzled like the sky, left Pandora feeling an emotion she never thought she'd felt was gone, disappearing just as quickly as he appeared, leaving her alone and wondering:

What the fuck was that?

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A/N: Ahh look at that we got the first official move on Pandora as well as Percy figuring out that she's a half-blood, or at least her father is. I love me Apollo, like a lot, and while he is not described as 'dark' in the books, he like all the gods had dark sides, especially him with many of his lovers. Not to worry, none of the heavy sexual stuff will be happening until she's at least 16, probably 4-5 more chapters from now, as I need to build up the relationships.

Also, we're slowly unraveling Pandora's quirkiness, kind of. Is she a half-blood? Is she a seer? Is she a reincarnation? Was she blessed? Or maybe she just says things that people take too seriously?