A/N: I do not own the Percy Jackson series Kane Chronicles or The Stand Cut or Uncut version. I have however posted 'The Tales of...' series. This story takes place after The Tales of Magicians and Demigods: The Crown of Ptolemy but before the events of Trials of Apollo. Before reading this I suggest to read if you haven't yet:

The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Early Adventures
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Lightning Thief
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Sea of Monsters
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Titan's Curse
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Magical Labyrinth
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Stolen Chariot
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Sword of Hades
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Bronze Dragon
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Last Olympian
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Staff of Hermes
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Lost Hero
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Quest for Buford
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Son of Neptune
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Mark of Athena
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The House of Hades
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Blood of Olympus
The Tales of Magicians and Demigods: The Son of Sobek
The Tales of Magicians and Demigods: The Staff of Serapis
The Tales of Magicians and Demigods: The Crown of Ptolemy

Also I'm going to let this out. On rough decisions based on what I know from The Stand, any mystical creatures Monsters, and automatons that are usually associated which characters from The Tales of and/or Percy Jackson won't be in this story

Also there's no character list for the stand, but if I had too pick two from the book it be Stu Redman and Fran Goldsmith as a pairing, and if I was allowed to add a fifth character to show, it would be of course Mother Abigail.

For the list of pairings which would be spoiler alert for those showing up later:

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase
Leo Valdez/Calypso
Jason Grace/Piper McLean
Frank Zhang/Hazel Levesque
Stu Redman/Fran Goldsmith
Larry Underwood (no relations to Grover obviously)/Lucy Swan

Other Important Characters

Mother Abigail
Nick Andros
Tom Collins
Glen
Ralph
Trashcan Man
Susan Stern
a few more demigods as extra characters to help out.

Antagonist but still important
Randal Flagg
Harold Lauder
Nadine Cross
Lloyd

And of course the two main forces that are mention but more of Lead Supporting Roles without actually making a character appearance: God and Devil

A Nice Day at a Pier in Ogunquit Maine

Leo and Calypso were having their round America Trip and gone to sleep on Festus to their next destination only to wake up in community in Maine, without Leo's fire-breathing automaton friend, no Archimedes Sphere and in the 1990s.

Needless to say, Leo wasn't a happy son of Hephaestus and kept bursting into flames that he had to quickly put out for a while.

Once Leo calmed down both decided to get jobs. Leo got volunteer work at an autobody workshop in a sea side town called Ogunquit, Maine.

While there, Leo actually got along with one of the employees Peter Goldsmith, who was coming to retirement age but still was working, and after an invite to dinner Leo and Calypso met Peter's wife Carla, who seemed like an old fashion house wife that seem to spend her time in the past due to a tragic lost of their only son Freddy, and their only daughter and last living child Fran who was in college. Calypso and Fran got along with each other and Fran even introduced Calypso to her friend Amy Lauder. Fran also help Calypso get a job helping Gus who own a car parking lot offering to wash cars for a price to help boost business.

Today, Calypso was sweeping the area when Fran's car: a volvo came in and parked. Although normally Fran drives Calypso to and from the hotel where she and Leo been staying, Calypso wasn't due off anytime soon, so she guessed Fran was here for one person: her boyfriend Jess Rider, who came here on his bike and even paid Calypso to clean to help the business out as he toss pebbles into Mother Atlantic.

Jess was twenty, a year younger than Fran. He was a practicing college-student-undergraduate-poet who was showing it off with a immaculate blue chambray workshirt.

"Hi Fran," Calypso greeted.

"Hi Calypso," Fran greeted back.

Hearing them, Gus turned raised his hand toward Fran, making a peace sign.

"Your fella's out on the end of the pier, Miss Goldsmith."

"Thanks, Gus. How's business?" Fran asked.

He waved smilingly at the parking lot. There were many two dozen cars in all, and most of them had a blue and white resident sticker like the one on Fran's.

"I must thank you for suggesting me hired Calypso Fran, Ever since she been here offering cleaning vehicles and bikes to visitors and residents, business actually been up. Especially since they actually willing to pay her for the job well done while they enjoy the beach. And she makes of mighty fine stew for lunch too," Gus said.

Calypso blushed a little. "I'm just trying to help out."

"Well let's hope Gus doesn't embezzle it all in the next two weeks when the tourist comes in for Fourth of July," Fran said. "Daddy said Leo is planning to help with out with the fireworks this year, and he said it's going to be something special."

"Knowing Leo, it probably will be," Calypso said as Gus nodded in agreement and went back inside.

Frannie leaned one hand against the warm metal of her car, took off her sneakers, and put on a pair of rubber thongs. She was a tall girl with chestnut hair like Calypso's that fell halfway down the back of the buff-shirt she was wearing, good figure, long legs and basically the look of a Miss College Girl.

Leo even admitted he would hit on Frannie if they met before Leo crashed into Ogygia as Fran looked like someone way out of his league—which was actually the type of girls he uses to flirt with and get shot down by. Calypso did too, but due to the whole crashing into Ogygia and destroying her table and few dishes, they didn't get into a good start of getting along.

Fran paused at the edge of the sand, feeling the good heat baking the soles of her feet even through the rubber thongs. From where she stood, Jesse looked like a silhouette at the far end of the pier, still tossing small rocks into the water. Her thought was partly amusing but mostly dismaying. He knows what he looks like out there, she thought. Lord Byron, lonely but unafraid. Sitting in lonely solitude and surveying the sea which leads back, back to where England lies.

A look that Calypso herself secretly admitted she might have had herself when she was imprisoned in her birth island paradise Ogygia as heroes brought there by the Greek/Roman Gods came and went: Odysseus, Francis Drake, and Percy Jackson, but not before promising to find a way to free her. Percy did keep that promise as he got the gods to agree to free her, but it took the crash-landing of a certain scrawny son of Hephaestus and his mechanical sphere to figure out that she still needed a hero's help to get off the island as the gods refuse to do that themselves.

Except Jesse didn't had someone he cared about out there, as he already one here in Ogunquit—or at the time Calypso thought was the case.

Fran began to walk out along the pier, picking her way with careful grace over the rocks and crevices. It was an old pier, once part of a breakwater. Now most of the boats tied up on the southern end of town, where there were three marinas and seven honky-tonk motels that boomed all summer long (one of which Leo and Calypso were staying at).

She walked slowly, trying her best to cope with the thought that she might have fallen out of love with him in the space of the eleven days that she had known she was "a little bit preggers,' in the words of Amy Lauder. Amy only knew about it because she was there when Fran found out. No one else knew, not even her parents. Fran wanted to tell Jesse first to see how he would react since he had gotten her into that condition.

But not alone, that was for sure. And she had been on the pill. That had been the simplest thing in then world. She'd gone to the campus infirmary, told the doctor she was having painful menstruation and all sorts of embarrassing eructations on her skin, and the doctor had written her a prescription. In fact, he had given her a month of freebies.

Fran stopped again, out over the water now, the waves beginning to break toward the beach on her right and left. It occurred to her that the infirmary doctors probably heard about painful menstruation and too many pinples about as often as druggist heard about how I gotta buy these condoms for my brother—even more often in this day and age. She could just as easily have gone to him and said: "Gimme the pill. I'm gonna f-." She was of age. Why be coy? She looked at Jesse's back and sighed. Because coyness gets to be a way of life. She began to walk again, unaware that her pausing was really catching Calypso's attention and making the former titaness wonder what is going on to make Fran keep pausing.

Anyway, the pill didn't worked as Fran hoped. Somebody in the quality control department at the jolly old Ovril factory had been asleep at the switch. Either that or she had forgotten the pill and then had forgotten she'd forgotten, or some other sound-crazy excuse she could think of, which she had when she found out.

She walked softly up behind him and laid both hands on his shoulders.

Jess, who had been holding his rocks in his left hand and plunking them into Mother Atlantic with his right, let out a scream that could be heard by Calypso, and lurched to his feet. Pebbles scattered everywhere and he almost knocked Frannie off the side into the water. He almost went in himself, head first.

She started to giggle helplessly and backed away with her hands over her mouth as he turned furiously around, a well-built young man with black hair, gold rimmed glasses (that Leo said reminded him a bit of the glasses Jason wears these days), and regular features which, to Jesse's eternal discomfort, would never quite reflect the sensitivity inside him.

"You scared the h- out of me!" he roared.

"Oh Jess," she giggled, "oh Jess, I'm sorry, but that was funny, it really was."

"We almost fell in the water," he said, taking a resentful step toward her.

She took a step backward to compensate, tripped over a rock, and sat down hard. Her jaw clicked together hard with her tongue between them—exquisite pain!—and she stopped giggling as if the sound had been cut off with a knife. The very fact of her sudden silence—you turn me off, I'm a radio—seemed funniest of all and she began to giggle again, in spite of the fact that her tongue was bleeding and tears of pain were streaming from her eyes.

"Are you okay, Frannie?" He knelt beside her, concerned.

I do love him, she thought with some relief. Good thing for me.

"Did you hurt yourself, Fran?"

"Only my pride," she said, letting him help her up. "And I bit tongue. See?" She ran it out for him, expecting to get a smile as a reward, but he frowned.

"Jesus, Fran, you're really bleeding." He pulled a handkerchief out of his back pocket and looked at it doubtfully. Then put it back.

The image of the two of them walking hand in hand back to the parking lot came to her, young lovers under a summer sun, her with his handkerchief stuffed in her mouth. She raises her hand to the smiling, benevolent attendant and says: Hung-huh-Guth.

She began to giggle again, even though her tongue did hurt and there was a bloody taste in her mouth that was a little nauseating.

"Look the other way," she said primly. "I'm going to be unladylike."

Smiling a little, he theatrically covered his eyes. Propped on one arm, she stuck her head off the side of the pier and spat bright red blood repeatedly.

At the parking lot Calypso saw the silhouette of Fran spitting something out of her mouth and got the feeling it was something her mother Carla wouldn't really approve. Calypso know next to nothing about modern lady like behavior, as Rachel Dare probably can give her pointers, but she been around other girls to know not all women cared as much about being lady like as Carla Goldsmith—except the half-sisters of Leo's friend Piper McLean—daughter of Aphrodite—that she met in her time in Camp Half-Blood. But at least not all of Aphrodite's daughters cared if others women were lady like. Carla Goldsmith did however, and even told Calypso off about some of the things she saw was unladylike. Leo tried to make Calypso feel better later by mocking Carla in a joking matter.

When Fran was done spitting out blood after a third try, she looked around to see Jess peeking through his fingers.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm such an a-."

"No," Jesse said, obviously meaning yes.

"Could we go get ice cream?" she asked. "You drive. I'll buy."

"That's a deal." He got to his feet and helped her up. She spat more blood over the side again.

Apprehensively, Fran asked him: I didn't bite any of it off, did I?"

"I don't know," Jess answered pleasantly. "Did you swallow a lump?"

She put a revolted hand to her mouth. "That's not funny."

"No. I'm Sorry. You just bit it, Frannie."

"Are there any arteries in a person's tongue?"

They were walking back along the pier now, hand in hand. She paused every now and then to spit over the side as she wasn't going to swallow any blood.

"Nope."

"Good." She squeezed his hand and smiled at him reassuringly. "I'm pregnant."

"Really? That's good. Do you know who I saw in Port—"

He stopped and looked at her, his face suddenly inflexible and very, very careful. It broke her heart a little to see the wariness there.

"What did you say?"

"I'm pregnant." She smiled at him brightly and then spat over the side of the pier again.

"Big joke, Frannie," he said uncertainly.

"No joke."

He kept looking at her.

Calypso saw them return and notice the now uneasiness between Fran and Jesse. Gus came out and waved to them, and they waved back as Calypso wondered what was said back there as they got into Fran's car and drove off.

Even when they returned, Calypso's concern didn't faze. In fact it increased as they seemed more distant. Calypso got into hiding position in hearing range.

"Sorry I hit you, Frannie," Jess said in a subdued voice. "I never meant to do that."

"I know. Are you going back to Portland?"

"I'll stay here tonight and call you in the morning. But it's your decision, Fran. If you decide, you know, that an abortion thing, I'll scrape up the cash."

"Pun intended?"

"No," he said. "Not at all." He slid across the seat and kissed her chastely. "I love you, Fran."

Fran didn't seem to be convince as she said quietly, "All right."

"It's the Lighthouse Motel. Call if you want."

"Okay." She slid behind the wheel, suddenly feeling very tired, but knew she better stay a little while until Calypso get off work. Her tongue ached miserably where she had bitten it.

Jesse walked where his bike was locked to the iron railing and coasted it back to her. "Wish you'd call, Fran.

She smiled artificially. "We'll see. So long, Jess."

Jess left, as Calypso stared dumb struck. She didn't know much about modern time, but from what she came to learn in the modern world, abortion was to terminate pregnancy. Which meant Fran was pregnant.

Calypso decided to best keep it to herself until Fran was ready to share, even when she got off work and Fran took her to the Hotel she and Leo were staying at (thankfully not the same one Jess was in). Calypso decided to at least tell Leo, knowing he'll know something was up when Calypso walked in their room with a quiet but concern expression.

Little did she know, that secret will be the least of her worries as far worse is about to unfold onto the world she and Leo came into.

A/N: Happy belated New Year. Sorry about the late greeting but I was still deciding on how to approach Calypso and Leo meeting Fran Goldsmith. The group with Larry won't be easier to introduced since Larry just arrived at his mother's apartment building when he was introduced. At least the group meeting Nick will be as easy as how Percy and Annabeth met Stu.

Any ways since I left out Daedalus Laptop I thought it be unfair and really silly if Leo had Archimedes Sphere with him. So no sphere. But Leo's and Annabeth's skills will most definitely come in handy later on.

Also in the next chapter I'm going to include parts of the story that Annabeth and Percy are not part of to help give you readers an idea of the earlier stages of the virus that killed Campion and his family.