A/N:

Alright, so, hearing the news about the Percy Jackson television show being in development and all the details surrounding it, I felt inspired to write this. Think of this as my take on how I would have written the show, if I were in charge of writing it. This isn't by any means a script, but more so, the type of story I would want the television show to tell. In this story, my main goal is to write it out like how I'd envision the first season to be. And I wanted to use this as a way to tell the story of The Lightning Thief from multiple perspectives, giving even the minor characters the attention that I feel the books never gave them. So, there are some slight changes to certain characters ages, like for example, Silena Beauregard and Charles Beckendorf are much older and closer in age to Luke than they are to Percy, given they're mentioned to be senior camp counselors and I want them to play a more active role in the story and have them be part of what pushes the plot forward.

If you enjoy the story, be sure to review if you want to see more. And yes, I'm still updating my story of The Seven and Nico reading the first book together. It's just taking me more time to write out the next chapter for it. This here is honestly just an experiment to see if you all like the concept.

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Chapter 1: Accidentally Vaporizing A Pre-Algebra Teacher

Ten-year-old Percy Jackson knew he was in deep crap – there was no sugarcoating the fact. Standing before his teacher from Henry Knox Academy for Boys, he hoped his face wasn't as red as it felt. Looking down, he wrung his fingers together.

"Mr. Jackson, what were you thinking?" asked his teacher, Mr. Garrison, glowering down at him. His dark eyes truly looked menacing. Percy was well aware that none of the students at the academy ever even tried pulling pranks whatsoever, because there was absolutely no room for that. Not with Mr. Garrison. It was bad enough being alone with a teacher. But Garrison scared the living piss out of him.

"I . . . sir, I wasn't aiming for the school bus!" Percy tried to say, but his voice stammered nervously.

"Oh, I'm sure," Garrison said, "you know we were well-aware of the funny business you pulled at your third grade school – which you barely lasted a month at, kid. Yet, we took you in anyway. Your mother begged us to give you a chance!"

"Please!" Percy begged. "I – I didn't mean –"

"Mr. Jackson, I'm sure you know you won't be welcome back next fall. I'll be sure of it! I don't know which next school would be stupid enough to let a ticking time bomb like you in!"

Percy's eyes stung with tears at the tone in Garrison's voice – at the word "stupid." He heard it enough from Smelly Gabe. He didn't need it from a teacher . . .

Eleven-year-old Percy was mesmerized by the clear glass floor, giving him and his classmates a full view of the Marine World aquarium. Every inch of the vast space gave view of the sea creatures that swam underneath. The fifth-grader could have sworn a few of the sea horses and sharks were waving at him hello. Or maybe, it was simply his imagination. But they seemed to be inviting him to dive right in.

He didn't know how it happened. But the next thing he knew, the floor opened up underneath him and his classmates. The water surrounded him, and he found himself swimming, surrounded by the sharks. A hammerhead seemed to nuzzle into him. But his classmates were left screaming, flailing about as they helplessly swam around, trying not to drown. Safe to say . . . he wouldn't be coming back to school, and he'd barely lasted until the winter break . . .

Twelve-year-old Percy was shaken out of his daze when a sharp kick got delivered to the back of his seat. Narrowing his eyes, he looked over at his best friend, Grover Underwood, who was getting pieces of peanut butter sandwich thrown at his head by Nancy Bobofit. His crutches are propped up against the window. The kleptomaniac sharply kicked his seat once more, giggling with her ugly friends.

Percy clenched his fists, trying to calm down. "I'm going to kill her," he mumbled to Grover.

"It's okay, Perce," Grover said gently, trying to reassure his friend, "I like peanut butter."

"Not in your hair, I'm sure," retorted Percy, feeling another sharp kick aimed at his seat as another piece of Nancy's lunch stuck to Grover's dark, curly hair. "That's it!" He started rising from his seat, but Grover grabbed his arm hard, a grip like steel.

"Percy, please," Grover pleaded with his roommate, "you're already on probation! I won't let you get kicked out again!"

Percy sighed, reluctantly sitting down. But he kept his fists clenched. Grover was right. The headmaster had already told him he would get in-school suspension if anything remotely bad or exciting happened on the trip.

"No funny business, Mr. Jackson. Are we clear?"

"Crystal."

And Yancy Academy was his sixth school in six years. He was so determined to be good. They were nearing Manhattan, so close to the Metropolitan Museum of Art for the Greek and Roman exhibit. He was determined to behave, simply because Mr. Brunner, his favorite teacher, was leading the trip. But the downside was Mrs. Dodds was also chaperoning, and he didn't want to deal with that woman – not after what happened a month ago.

He looked at the clock – past midnight. It was his punishment for getting into another fight with Nancy Bobofit and her stupid friends in the middle of pre-algebra, Mrs. Dodds' class, of all classes. Mrs. Dodds hated him – it was no mystery that she thought he was the devil spawn.

Looking down at the final workbook he'd been forced to erase, he was glad to be finished.

"Are you done, honey?" Dodds asked sweetly.

"Yeah," he replied.

"Have you learned your lesson, honey?"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied again, not even hiding the sarcasm in his tone as he left the room and headed up to his dorm, which he shared with Grover. Once at his door, he opened it and found Grover leaning on his bed, arms behind his head.

"How was detention?" Grover asked.

"Torture. I swear, G-Man – I don't think Dodds is human," replied Percy, reaching for his pajamas.

Grover looked at him, real serious, saying, "You're absolutely right."

Everything blurred for Percy as Mr. Brunner led the museum tour, up front in his motorized wheelchair as he talked about a grave-marker for a girl about the age of everyone in the class. Percy, who had his earbuds in his ears, had a Linkin Park song playing softly as he half-listened to his music, and half-listened to Mr. Brunner. But hearing Nancy giggle about a naked statue of Poseidon, he turned around, and said right in her face, "Will you shut up?"

The entire class laughed, having heard. Mr. Brunner turned his attention on Percy.

"Mr. Jackson," Brunner said, "do you have a comment."

Percy's face went red as he pulled his earbuds out of his ears. "No, sir," he mumbled.

Brunner cast him a stern look, saying, "Do you mind explaining what this image represents?" He pointed to an image of the stele. Percy sighed with relief, recognizing it instantly.

"Kronos eating his kids, right?" he asked. "He was the king god, and –"

"God?" Brunner inquired.

"Titan," Percy corrected. "He didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So . . . um . . . his wife hid baby Zeus and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead, and when Zeus grew up, he tricked Kronos into puking up his brothers and sisters –"

"Ewww!" squealed Nancy Bobofit.

"And the gods all cut up their dad into tiny pieces after that big fight, and the gods won," Percy finished.

"Correct," Brunner said, "and Mr. Jackson, do you know what gods and goddesses occasionally did when coming down to Earth?"

"Um . . . they'd hook up?" asked Percy, and everyone in the class laughed.

"Yes, they would hook up with mortals and have children – children who were half-god, half-man," said Brunner. "And what's the proper term for a child who is half-mortal, half-god?"

"Uhh . . . demigod?" Percy asked.

"Yes," said Brunner, "Hercules . . . Jason, just to name a few. Can you name another?"

Percy shook his head, shrugging.

"I'll give you a hint. You have something in common," Brunner said gently.

Percy's eyes glanced upward towards a painting, where the ancient Greek lettering swam before him. Somehow, he recognized the name of the hero – a hero with a name much like his own.

"Perseus?" Percy guessed.

Brunner smiled a little wider. "Correct," he said. "Well, on that note, it is time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, will you lead everyone outside?"

Everyone followed Dodds outside, but only Grover and Brunner lingered. Of course, the girls were clutching their stomachs, and the guys were pushing each other around acting like doofuses. Only Percy seemed to be acting normally, which said a lot. Grover, who clutched his crutches in his hands, hobbled over to Brunner.

"Should we Iris-message camp?" he whispered.

"Yes," Brunner said, "to the bathroom, Grover. Now."

Grover nodded, and together, the pair entered the men's bathroom and locked the door. Luckily, the lighting of the small window made way for an Iris-message. Grover reached into his backpack and grabbed the spray gun, making enough mist to show a small rainbow. But it was enough for him to grab a golden drachma, saying, "Iris, accept my offering. Half-Blood Hill – the Big House."

Grover crossed his fingers that the three people he hoped to see were there. He breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of a seventeen-year-old girl with long, thick dark hair highlighted with blonde and piercing blue eyes, a twenty-year-old dark-skinned boy with ripped muscles wearing an orange camp tank, and a nineteen-year-old blonde young man wearing cut-off shorts and an orange shirt.

"Luke, Silena, Beckendorf," sighed Grover, "thank the gods!"

"Hey, Grover," said Silena, eyes sparkling, "how're things at the school?"

"We found the boy," said Brunner.

"Big Three material?" asked Beckendorf, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Most likely," said Grover, "I knew from the smell of him – as disguised as it is by his step-dad – there was something special about him."

"When will you bring him to camp?" asked Luke, concern in his eyes. "And who do you think his father is? Zeus?"

"I hope not – not after what happened to Thalia," Grover said, his eyes stinging with tears at the thought.

"Yeah, that would be bad," Luke agreed, not even hiding the bitterness in his voice. His eyes seemed to glaze over. "But will he be coming here soon?" he added again, repeating his concerns from earlier.

"Not yet," Brunner said, "I want to wait for the boy to mature more."

"But that might not be time he has!" said Silena. "Chiron, ever since the winter solstice . . ."

"I know, Silena," Brunner said gently. "None of our nerves have been right since then. But Percy needs more time."

"Sir," argued Beckendorf, "what if he's the answer to what happened at the winter solstice? You know about the summer solstice deadline . . ."

"I understand that, Charles," Brunner said, "but if Percy learns who he really is, every monster within the next hundred miles will know it. You know that as well as I."

Silena, Beckendorf, and Luke narrowed their eyes. "Sir, is there a Kindly One in the school?" asked Luke.

"Yes," Grover admitted, swallowing hard, "a fury – she's disguised as the math teacher."

Silena, Luke, and Beckendorf all exchanged weary glances with one another, shivering slightly.

"Oh, great!" Silena sighed, exasperated. "Chiron! What if she tries to get Percy?"

"Don't worry, Silena," said Brunner, "I will handle it if it comes to that. She hasn't attacked him yet."

"She's just waiting for the right moment to," said Beckendorf.

"We'll do what we have to in order to keep the boy safe," Brunner said, sparing a glance at the bathroom door. "I fear we must head out. How is everything at camp?"

"Tense," declared Luke. "Annabeth's hoping this kid will be the one to take her on a quest. You know how she is. Like Athena, that kid has high standards."

"Maybe too high," commented Silena. "I still remember our quest, Luke. If only we hadn't failed. Maybe . . ."

"Baby, don't be so hard on yourself," Beckendorf said gently, wrapping his arm around her.

"But I was supposed to charmspeak that dragon, Charlie! And if my voice hadn't faltered . . . but I'd been just too scared!" Silena's voice trailed off, breaking as tears shined in her eyes.

"It's not just on you. It was on all of us," said Beckendorf, his voice gentle yet stern. "We were a team on that quest. We shoulder that failure together, honey."

"Charles is right, dear," said Brunner. "You mustn't blame yourself for what happened three years ago. In time, there will be opportunity for more quests."

"I doubt it, sir," said Luke in a bitter tone.

"Now, now, Luke," Brunner chided quietly, "You mustn't dwell on the past. Move forward. For now, resume with camp activities. We'll let you know when we decide on bringing Percy to camp."

"Hopefully soon," said Silena. "I just don't want us to lose another."

"We won't let anything happen to him, Silena," Grover claimed, trying to keep his voice firm. But even he couldn't keep the nervousness out of his voice.

"Grover, what happened to Thalia wasn't your fault," Luke said.

"Coming from the guy who can't let go of it," Grover mumbled, shuffling his feet. "Luke, this is my second and last chance. I can't fail in my duties again."

"And you won't," Luke said firmly. "You're a great protector, Grover. All you can do is just be there, and be this kid's friend."

"And you're a good friend, Grover," Silena whispered sweetly.

"Alright," Beckendorf whispered, "we'll see you next month. Hopefully, Percy will be there too and he'll be claimed."

"Until he is claimed, I'll take him," declared Luke. "Not that I have much choice."

"He'll find his place, eventually," assured Silena. "It just takes time."

"Alright, off to your duties," said Brunner softly. "We shall talk soon."

But before the three senior camp counselors could further add to the point, the rainbow faded away in front of Grover and Brunner.

"Well, we might as well make our way outside," Brunner sighed, pushing his wheelchair along as Grover hobbled on his crutches. Unlocking the bathroom door, they made their way out of the museum and towards the front steps. The two noticed the thick, black clouds circling overhead, but a surge of worry took over Grover as he saw Nancy Bobofit, soaking wet and splashes of water from the fountain.

"Where's Percy?" Grover asked.

Nancy, whose face was as red as her hair, hissed, "The loser pushed me. I hope Dodds is whooping his sorry butt now! It'll serve him right."

Grover went pale, looking over at Brunner. "Sir," he whispered. His voice shook with nerves.

"I know, Grover," Brunner whispered, "don't worry. I'll go and find him. Afterwards, we'll manipulate the Mist. That'll be enough to convince him."

"I don't know, sir," Grover mumbled nervously as rain droplets came down, watching as Brunner quickly made his way back inside the museum.

Percy knew he was in deep trouble as he shifted from foot to foot. He didn't even remember touching Nancy. All he recalled was her antagonizing him – saying something about his father, the father he never knew.

"What does Daddy say about you being so pathetic? Oh, that's right! You never knew your dad! He left you because he knew what a loser you'd be!"

Percy had snapped, and had blacked out due to how angry he'd felt. And somehow, Nancy had been left sitting on her butt in the fountain, screaming, "Percy pushed me!" And of course, Mrs. Dodds took poor little Nancy's side and promised to buy her a new t-shirt at the museum gift shop, and insisted Percy come with her.

Now, standing in a back room for the Greek and Roman exhibit, Percy watched as Mrs. Dodds stared him down, glaring at him.

"You've been giving us problems, honey," she said, her voice an unmistakable snarl.

Percy flinched. "Please, ma'am! I . . . I know! I know I shouldn't have been selling candy out of my dorm! And yes, I did get my book report on Fahrenheit 451 off the internet, but . . .!"

"Did you really think you would get away with it?" Dodds asked.

"I – I'll try harder ma'am!" Percy pleaded.

"Your time is up!" Dodds growled deeply. And before Percy's eyes, he watched as the leather jacket Mrs. Dodds was wearing melted into her skin, and turned into thick, black, leathery wings. Her eyes glowed like barbeque coals. And she transformed into a shriveled-up hag with bat-like wings. She gave the wings a sharp flap as her finger nails and heeled shoes turned into talons, and she let out a loud screech.

"Die, honey!" Dodds snarled.

But before Percy could think to run, he saw Mr. Brunner rolling into the room, holding a gold, ballpoint pen.

"What ho, Percy!" Brunner shouted, tossing the pen towards him. Only when the pen landed in Percy's hand, it wasn't a pen anymore. It was a sword – bronze and gleaming. It was the same sword Brunner would bring in on tournament days, when he would quiz them in Latin class on the Greek and Roman gods and goddesses.

Percy, legs shaking as cold sweat made its way down his body, watched as Mrs. Dodds flew in over him, glaring at him menacingly with a means to kill him. He did the first thing that came to mind, and swung the sword. Before his eyes, he watched as Mrs. Dodds disintegrated into a burst of gold dust, like sand in a wind storm.

Gasping, he looked around him and saw he was completely alone. There was no longer a sword in his hand – just a pen. And Brunner wasn't in the room with him at all.

He shook his head, his limbs still trembling and his palms still sweaty. He made his way outside, only to see the rain was pouring down outside. Nancy was still soaking wet from her little swim in the fountain earlier. Mr. Brunner was sitting in his wheelchair with an umbrella over his head, eating celery and reading a paperback novel. Grover had the museum map tented over his head to keep his head dry.

Nancy, however, kept a smug smirk on her face as she walked over to him. "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt."

"Who?" Percy asked, dumbfounded.

"Our teacher, duh!" Nancy said with a sneer. "Or are you just too stupid to not know things?"

"But . . . there is no Mrs. Kerr! Our pre-algebra teacher is Mrs. Dodds!"

"Who?" asked Nancy around another sneer. "Wow, as if you can't get stupider. You're such a loser, Jackson!"

With that, she went back off to giggle with her ugly friends, and Percy walked over to Grover.

"G-Man," he said, "where's Mrs. Dodds?"

"Who?" asked Grover, raising his eyebrows.

"Not funny, man. Not funny at all," Percy said, shaking his head and walking up to Mr. Brunner. "Sir?" he asked.

Mr. Brunner looked up from his novel, noticing his pen in Percy's hand. "Ah, my pen. Thank you, Percy. Please, be sure to bring your own writing utensil next time."

"Sir, where's Mrs. Dodds?"

"Who?" Brunner inquired.

"Mrs. Dodds? Our pre-algebra teacher?"

Mr. Brunner sat forward in his wheelchair, looking at Percy with deep concern. "Percy, there is no Mrs. Dodds on this field trip. As far as I know, there has never been a Mrs. Dodds at Yancy Academy. Are you feeling alright?"