Percy Jackson was considering letting loose, despite the risk of exposure.

He found himself in a bit of a predicament as he sat in the empty Agency interrogation room, handcuffs sealed around his wrists that hooked onto the lone boring grey table of the room. Truth be told, if he wanted to, he could easily break out of the cuffs. But that would probably risk exposing everything that he worked to keep a secret up until now, even if it seemed like he'd been uncovered anyways.

There was a long backstory to how he found himself cuffed in an empty interrogation room, but long short short, his adventures as the protector of the oceans had been finally caught on camera for the first time. Suffice it to say, pirates wouldn't be hijacking submarines any time soon. But the story of the French crewmen's rescue blew up, became a much a bigger deal than he had intended to, with even the UN sticking their noses into this business. And then the International Agency just rudely disrupted his breakfast and brought him in for questioning ... supposedly. They put cuffs on him, claiming that they were for precaution ... yeah, that smelled like a bullshit excuse to Percy. Some blonde woman with grey eyes, Percy remembered, had been the chosen one to bring him in, but he never got a name out of her.

But it would seem like he was finally going to be acquainted with the woman, considering the very same one just entered the interrogation room at that moment, in her usual grey-and-white business suit, with a brown book-bag slung over shoulder, her white heels clacking against the hollow, cold floor as she pulled the seat in front of Percy and gently sat on it, placing the on the table in front of her. Her cloudy, calculating grey eyes burrowed into Percy's ocean-green ones, making him squirm uncomfortably in her gaze.

"Do you know who I am?"

There was a lot of ways to break the ice but this one was the most straightforward way Percy had ever heard from anyone. No jokes, no 'what do we have here', no asking if he wanted something to drink. Just straight to the point, asking if he knew who she was.

"I haven't had the pleasure," Percy replied, meeting the woman's gaze and matching her calculating expression.

"I'm Agent Chase, I'm with the Agency and I brought you in for questioning," she said.

"Yeah, I got that part. But what I don't understand is why," Percy retaliated.

"I want you to see something," she said.

She brought out a laptop from her bag. She opened it and started to play a video before turning it around for Percy to watch.

Percy knew what he was going to be shown. He made no comment as he watched himself in action but he did silently praise himself a bit, realizing truly now ... Chiron trained him well. He just kind of wished he had known that there would be CCTV cameras inside that sub. He might've made the effort to cover himself, considering he literally showed up to the party shirtless. Percy happened to be thick-skinned, literally, so he never worried about bullets penetrating him.

At the end of the footage, Percy watched himself as he stopped the captain from setting off a grenade by throwing a knife at his neck. Truth be told, he had made that knife himself, sort of like a shiv scrapped out of sea-stone. He carried it around because he found a lot of good uses for the shiv, but ultimately, it would end up lodged in some pirate's neck. Afterwards, Percy rescued the French crew, speaking to them in fluent French.

Percy turned the laptop back in her direction after the video stopped. "That's real impressive."

"It is quite impressive," Agent Chase agreed. "Some of the crewmen claim that the submarine was pushed to the surface while it was submerged 500 feet. A standard Ohio-class submarine is about 18,750 tonnes when submerged. So, yes ... that is quite an impressively strong man."

"But I am still not seeing what this has to do with me," Percy argued.

"I have reason to believe that the man that I'm looking at in this very moment ... is the very same one in the video," Chase told him.

"On what evidence?" Percy challenged.

Chase raised an eyebrow and turned the laptop back at him. "You're really gonna tell me that this isn't you?"

"That is a really grainy video of some dude with black hair," Percy retaliated. "You cannot possibly think to just narrow it down to me."

"Oh, I think I can. I've seen your file, Jackson," Chase said. "Your mom is Sally Jackson. Your father ... completely unknown. No records of him whatsoever. But I have reason to believe that the blood on your father's side is very ... unique. I want you to tell me, help me understand what you are. Because what I do know, no ordinary man can just pull off such a feat that is lifting a submarine."

Percy sighed exasperatedly. "Agent Chase ... you look like a smart woman. You've been beating around the bush about this topic. Why don't you tell me what you think I am? Because while you don't state your case, I see this as nothing but a waste of my time."

Chase slammed her hands on the table, but Percy was completely unfazed. "What am I doing here, Agent Chase?"

"Have you ever heard the stories about the Atlanteans?" Chase asked.

"Yeah, and I can tell you right now, it's all a fabricated fairy tale made up by conspiracists," Percy replied.

Chase raised an elegant eyebrow. "My, my, you were quick to dismiss the possibility of the existence of Atlanteans."

"You don't actually believe they exist?"

"I didn't say that," Chase reminded. "As the story goes: Atlanteans were a species of homo sapiens that sank into the ocean thousands of years ago, but they evolved and they learned to live underwater."

"And ... your point?"

"Hypothetically, if the Atlanteans existed and one of them mated with a regular human ... I wonder what would that result in?" Chase glanced at Percy curiously, who stayed quiet the whole time.

Percy wasn't going to lie, he underestimated how smart this woman was. She was getting dangerously close to the finding out the truth about him.

"Come on, Percy," she tried to persuade. "You can see the dominoes falling in line. You can't tell me this doesn't make sense."

Percy remained stoic. "Fuck ... off."

Agent Chase raised her eyebrows at him in slight outrage and before she could open her mouth, she was rudely interrupted by the door opening.

"Annabeth!"

Percy glanced up in surprise, looking shocked at the revelation of the agent's name, but he was grateful for the intervention. Another agent bursted inside, this one a young Latina with straight, black hair. She wore a formal suit, similar to that of Annabeth's, only rather in black-and-white.

"Reyna, come on! I'm busy, can this wait?" Annabeth said impatiently.

"Yeah, about that," Reyna said. "Someone's here to bail him out."

Annabeth stared at Reyna. "You're kidding me."

"I wish I was," Reyna replied with a grimace.

Percy smirked confidently. "Well … looks like that's my cue. Agent Chase … care to uncuff me?" Annabeth glowered at him in reply. "By the way, you forgot to read me my Miranda rights."

"It wasn't an arrest," Annabeth argued. "I was bringing you in for questioning."

"Yeah, tell that to the cuffs on my hands," Percy replied.

"We're really just let him get away with this?" Annabeth asked Reyna.

Reyna grimaced and shrugged. "He's a slippery eel, this one. But there's procedures to be followed, you know that as much. If he's being bailed out, not much you can do about it." Reyna took out the cuff keys from her back pocket and slipped the key into the cuffs, letting Percy free as he rubbed his wrists.

"Thank you, you're very kind," Percy appreciated before pointedly looking at Annabeth. "Unlike this one."

Reyna smirked. "Don't thank me yet. If Annabeth sets her mind on something, she doesn't let it go."

"I bet," Percy agreed. "We haven't formally met."

"You already heard my name, it's Reyna," she said.

"Reyna …?"

"Just call me Reyna."

"What's the matter, RA-RA? Don't like your full name?" Annabeth teased.

"I told you not to call me that," Reyna complained.

"RA-RA?" Percy questioned.

"Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano," Annabeth filled in.

"Woah … that's a mouthful," Percy commented.

"And it'll also be your last words if you ever utter them," Reyna warned. "I still have time to change my mind about letting you go."

"Oh, please, piss her off," Annabeth jokingly pleaded. "I'm begging you."

"Alright! I'm leaving! Damn!" Percy yelled before standing up.

"Who's here to bail him out, anyways?" Annabeth demanded.

Percy smiled warmly as the familiar man entered. The man was quite tall, with curly brown hair, a goatee sported on his face, and for once, he was wearing casual clothes, which Percy had to admit, was a sight for sore eyes.

"Hey, Chiron."

Chiron smiled warmly at Percy. "Getting yourself in trouble as usual, I see."

Percy grinned. "Ah, you know me. Trouble follows me everywhere."

Chiron jerked his head. "Come on, let's go home."

...

'Home' for Percy wasn't a specific place. He would count the people he surrounded himself as his home. His friends, his mom, his mentor, all the people that helped mold into the man that he was today.

If Chiron was talking about a place where he usually squatted when he wanted to be alone, that was a run-down cabin at the edges of Montauk. His toes sank into the grainy, yellow sand as he watched the small waves splash against the shoreline. The bright afternoon sun reflected against the blue waters in the far east, the sailboats in the distance flapping lightly in the mild wind. Percy never felt more in ease than when he stared out into the ocean, the calming waves easing him into a peaceful serenity.

"Thanks for getting me out of there," Percy told Chiron as his mentor approached next to him.

Chiron smiled. "It was no trouble. Remember than whenever you need me, I will always be there for you."

Percy nodded. "I know."

"I must leave now," Chiron said. "Atlantis requests my presence at once. I am not sure why, but I must go to find out."

"Go on," Percy encouraged. "I'll be fine."

Chiron smiled again and nodded. "I will be back soon."

"I know."

Percy watched as Chiron entered the surf, the water climbing up his body until eventually he sank underneath the waves and Percy was left alone. He turned back to look at the run-down cabin, his brow furrowing as flashbacks of his childhood flickered through his mind and he thought back on his past.

Perseus Jackson was born a hybrid of two races: Atlantean and mortal or 'land-dweller' as the fellow Atlanteans liked to call them. His mother was Sally Jackson and his father was King Poseidon of Atlantis. His father stayed up until sometime after his birth, his mom having explained that he had been requested to return to Atlantis and he couldn't stay with them any more. So he left them, leaving a baby Percy in Sally's care. She would go on to raise him until his teens.

The earliest discovery of Percy's powers was at a mere three years old. His mom told him that she had freaked out when she couldn't find him one day at the beach, only to find him playing with the fish ... underwater. He had been breathing and everything while he just casually communicated with the marine life. That story brought a smile to his mom's face every time.

That was the first sign that he wasn't normal. Then again, having an Atlantean king as his father already proved that he was far from normal.

Percy met Chiron when he was 14, a fellow Atlantean who served in King Poseidon's court that would become a sort of mentor to Percy. It was Chiron who trained him, educated him and taught him everything that he knew. He helped him unlock and master all of the abilities he had as an Atlantean, and even the ones that the Atlanteans didn't have, either. See, due to his hybrid physiology, Percy was stronger, faster, and much more powerful than the average Atlantean. He possessed superhuman strength, as proved by the fifteen-ton submarine he lifted. He was extremely durable, his skin hardening due to the adaptation to deep pressures of the underwater. He also had enhanced reflexes and stamina, barely tiring out and he could also swim at supersonic speeds.

Percy Jackson was also what scientists would call amphibious, due to the fact that he could survive on water and on land. Land-dwellers could only survive on land, Atlanteans could only survive a limited amount of time out of water, but Percy could survive on both for however long he pleased. Percy also had the capability of being able to mentally communicate with any marine life.

But he couldn't forget his most important ability: hydrokinesis. It was the one Chiron helped him work on the most from a young age. He also trained Percy in combat, and he helped him become that master combatant that he was today, having shown those skills against the pirate crew.

Away from the training, Percy lived what he would consider to be an average life. He was a regular kid that went to high school and made friends, lived with his mom and focused on graduating until the special day came. Once he officially became a grown-up, graduated from college, he kind of strayed away from everyone, trying to find his place in both worlds. He found himself intervening in the affairs of the oceans, seeing how land-dwellers were destroying the ocean life. Percy made official headlines when the New York Times reported on a fleet of whaling boats that were destroyed. Nobody knew who was this stranger that was attacking these whalers and fishermen, but that's where he earned the name ... Riptide.

Riptide went quiet for quite some time, but he made his presence known again when Somalian pirates hijacked a submarine. But unfortunately, he made his presence a little bit too known and that was when the Agency brought him in for questioning.

And here he was today.

What was next for him now? Well ... he was hungry, for starters. Maybe a cheeseburger to start it off.

Percy was about to walk away from the beach before he heard the familiar sound of someone coming out of the ocean and stepping into the surf. Percy took once glance at the all-too-familiar figure and scoffed.

"I know what you're going to ask," Percy said before she could even utter anything. "And the answer is no."

"How heartless can you be?" she asked. "King Triton, your half-brother, wants to wage war on the land-dwellers. Millions could die and you just want to what? Sit back and watch it all unfold?"

Percy sighed exasperatedly. "You just don't quit, do you ... Calypso?"

Percy should perhaps explain who Calypso is. She is the princess of Xebel, another underwater kingdom close to the region of Atlantis, who was taken in by Queen Amphitrite at a young age. For many weeks now, she'd been paying visits to Percy, begging him to take the mantle of the throne, because King Triton, Poseidon's ruthless son, took over after ... well, after he died in battle. Percy wasn't exactly sure how to feel about that. On one hand, he wasn't around for long, but on the other hand, that was still his father. It was probably only right he felt some remorse for him.

Percy was well-aware that in recent times, Triton was looking for an excuse to start a war against the land-dwellers, but Triton had sent a message to Percy back when he was going to college, probably sometime after he took over, that had been loud and clear: steer clear of Atlantis.

He was never going to welcome the bastard prince of Atlantis.

"You know what Triton told me back a few years ago?" Percy said. "He told me to fuck off. He told me I would never be welcomed in Atlantis and if I ever showed my face, he'd have his army ready to spear me. So I need you to stop trying to persuade me, Calypso. Because it's not going to happen. I'm not the 'rightful heir to the throne' as you claim I am. Just please ... give it up already."

Calypso's jaw tightened and she scowled, which didn't really suit her pretty face. "Have it your way, then. But when King Triton goes after your family and friends ... don't say I didn't warn you."

Her last words gave Percy something to think about as she descended back into the ocean.

...

Pan's Diner.

Percy found himself standing at the all-too familiar restaurant that he settled on eating at. He entered through the front door and was greeted by his longtime best friend.

"Percy!"

"Grover! How ya doin'?"

Percy and Grover Underwood had been friends for as long as either of them could remember, literally. The pair met in kindergarten and kicked off immediately. They stuck through thick and thin all throughout grade school and high school until they diverted a bit in college.

"Well, business is alright today, but you know how it is. Diner gets busy in the late hours," Grover replied.

But eventually, like all good friends, they found each other again eventually.

"True that," Percy agreed.

"Hey, Percy," another voice greeted.

Only when Grover came back ... he brought a fiancee along.

"Juniper," Percy greeted.

Who was now his wife.

"How you've been? How's the junior coming along?"

And was also pregnant.

Juniper smiled. "It's going along just smoothly. We're expecting him in June."

"Ah, that's great," Percy said. "Can't wait to meet the little guy."

"And what about you, Percy?" Grover asked. "No girls yet?"

Percy smirked and shook his head. "Nah, I think I'll just stick to being the fun and single uncle."

"Such a waste of a handsome face," Grover commented. "Don't you agree, Juniper?"

"100 percent," Juniper replied. "It's practically a crime that you're still single."

Percy shrugged. "Eh, it is what it is."

Grover shook his head. "Well, you do you. Oh, and I almost forgot! Um ... Percy, that guy over here ..." Grover pointed to a tall, buff man with blonde hair that was sitting alone at a booth, a single mug of coffee sitting on the table in front of him. Percy could only see the back of his head from where he was standing. "... he's been asking for you."

Percy scowled. "Really?"

Grover nodded.

Percy glanced back at the blonde dude before letting out a deep sigh. "I'll go see what he wants."

Slowly, Percy made his way towards the blonde dude until he stood behind him. He could see him a little more clearer now. He was just as tall and buff as Percy was, with cropped blonde hair and a pair of reading glasses that sat on his nose as he held a newspaper. From where he was standing, Percy could see the very familiar headline that detailed the strange man who rescued a French crew from pirates. He reached out and grabbed his mug, taking a sip of his coffee.

"What do you want?" Percy demanded.

The man put down his mug. "I'm looking for someone. His name is ... Percy Jackson."

"That would be me. And who are supposed to be?" Percy questioned.

"My name is Jason Grace. I need your help."

Okay, I think I do need to address this, but this story does take place in an alternate universe. That means things are ... alternate. I had someone ask why it was Neptune instead of Poseidon. Well, now you know. Poseidon is the former king of Atlantis, so I'm having Neptune be the god of the sea. Some other gods might go by their Roman names, too. Vulcan and Hercules are two of them and I'll see who else. And also because this is an AU, we won't see Percy using earthquakes or talking to horses, either. That was another question I saw.

Anyways, that's Chapter 5, the first chapter in Percy's POV. I implemented Chiron who will be taking the role of Nudius Vulko, Percy's Atlantean trainer, and Calypso, who'll be taking the role of Mera in this AU. We have Annabeth Chase and Reyna as well, as Agency members (the Agency is my version of the CIA in this story). And then we have some friends of Percy's, Grover and his wife, Juniper. And finishing it off with the meeting with Jason. Man, this is the most characters I've implemented in one single chapter so far.

So, that's all for now. How will the meeting go? You'll just have to see. Stay tuned for Chapter 6.