This story is AU for the mortal instruments characters are all 20, all canon ships

I'm Australian and the characters will probably talk and act like they are Australian. Sorry if this annoys anyone

Disclaimer- I don't own anything, Percy Jackson belongs to Rick Roidan and the mortal instruments to cassandra clare

I did put this on hiatus, but looking back it needed a full rewrite. it's been fully rewrite as of 30/5/21

Chapter 1- percy

There's nothing quite as quiet as a house at midnight that should hold two people but now only holds one and nothing like a kitchen flooded with darkness and silence except for the sound of almost silent sobbing. Percy sat alone at the second hand wooden table in the kitchen of the flat he should be sharing with Annabeth if.. If … if sh-e wa..n't dead. It hadn't been all that long since she had failed to come back from her quest and there was still a chance right? Nico hadn't said he'd sensed her death.

"Percy" his head snapped up at the familiar whisper of his name. "Annabeth." There was an iris message floating in front of couldn't really see Annabeth properly, the lighting was barely bright enough for an iris message but she didn't look good, skin an unhealthy pale shade and her right eye had a big bruise. "Listen Percy, I don't have long. There's some people I need you to talk to. Go to the corner of Elmwood street and Duke way, at 12 tomorrow." (like i said, i'm from melbourne, new york's street system is weird from my point of view and the new york institute isn't given an address). " They'll ask to see your camp necklace. You can trust them" the sound of footsteps on stone sounds from her end. " Percy, I have to go, I love you." percy goes to respond but the message cuts out before he gets the chance.

It was way too sunny for the news he had received last night. It was in fact mildly overcast with a cold wind blowing, but Percy felt it should be thundering and pouring with rain, at least drizzling. But no, it was a perfectly normal day.

Percy pushed his hands deeper into the pockets of the puffy jacket he didn't need to be could feel his heart lifting at the idea of a solid concrete lead after all these months but he also didn't want to get his hopes only to have been crushed like a grape.

He double checked the address Annabeth had given him, 52 Morgan street. Then he looked at the building in front of him. There was no way this could be the right building right? He looked at the smudged text on his hand then back at his hand and sighed. He had probably miss-remembered the address and therefore lost his only lead. Which meant he was back at square one.

The building had changed, previously it was a run down and in ruins church but now it was a cathedral, the spire reaching towards the sky. Well that defeatly hadn't been there earlier.

The church door opened and two people came out, a boy and girl, both were wearing all black clothing but the boy had golden blond hair and the girl had frizzy red hair. Percy started reaching for his pen, he didn't trust these people nor their magic building.

The girl called out "are you Percy Jackson?'