Author's Note: So I've been brainstorming other ways for the Red vs Blue characters to be in other fanfics, and I just came across an idea I never thought of before: alternate universe versions. In this case, instead of space marines, the Reds and Blues are demigods. I'm still working on an idea for all this to work, but I have confidence in this idea.

I'd like you ask you a question. See, I am planning to eventually include the Reds and Blues in the plots of the Lightning Thief to the Last Olympian and even to the Blood of Olympus. But I'm not sure whether or not to have Percy Jackson appear in this or if one of the Reds and Blues should take his place. Ideas would be helpful.

Now, I'm not the biggest expert in the Rick Reardon stories, but I enjoy the series, so I did my best. I hope you like it. Any and all comments are welcome.

For this all to be understood, you first must accept one thing… the Greek legends are real. The heroes, the monsters, and especially the gods. They exist, but they live in secret. While the mortal race perceives them to be myths and nothing more, it cannot be denied that they run the world from behind the scenes.

Now, the gods themselves are plentiful, and every now and then, most of them come down to Earth for a bit of fun. They meet with humans and… Well, let's just say they hook up. Most of the time, it's meant as a bit of fun for the gods, but whenever they leave their partners, they leave them with child. Those children become demigods, half-human and half-god.

Now being half-blood, these kids are given incredible powers, but their lives become more of a burden. Growing up, they are stalked by monsters and vengeful rivals. That made their childhoods difficult. Luckily, there's a place where demigods can be safe. The gods made a summer getaway where their kids can train and be ready for the monsters that hunt for them. It is called Camp Half-Blood.

The demigods go to Camp Half-Blood to be ready for the world, but there was a statistical problem. The gods sired hundreds of kids every couple of years. Odds were that a few of them wouldn't be like the other demigods. This is the story of those campers. To begin, let's ask a simple question…

"You ever wonder why we're here?"

Early in the morning, the campers of the Athena Cabin would start with a jog around the camp. They were being lead by the head, Annabeth Chase. The blonde girl congratulated the demigods who marched across the wooden bridge over a large chasm, but she paused when she noticed that one demigod was still on the bridge crouching himself into a ball.

This kid was a scrawny kid wearing a maroon T-shirt. He wore a pair of glasses and messy brown hair. Annabeth stared at the guy's state noticing that his knees were shaking.

"Simmons, what are you doing?"

"Just… assessing the situation."

"What's there to assess? Just walk across. You're already halfway across."

"But I already stopped moving. If I move again, my odds of falling increase dramatically."

Simmons was joined by another demigod who stopped right behind him. This boy was pudgy with an orange T-shirt. He had greasy brown hair that didn't even look like he bothered to wash it. He took a lot of heavy breaths before finally talking.

"Okay. Thanks for waiting up on me guys. That means a lot. Wait, you're not from my cabin."

"No, we're not." Annabeth said. "Grif, did you fall asleep on your run and got separated from your group again?"

"Maybe." Grif said.

Annabeth sighed. "Simmons, you're a son of Athena. Surely, you can handle a bit of pressure like this."

Simmons whimpered. "I'm torn between my two great loves: being alive and pleasing a superior."

"Just whatever you do," Annabeth said, "Don't look down."

"Huh, what's that down there?" Grif asked. Simmons followed his direction and panicked. He screamed clutching tighter to the bridge.

Annabeth sighed. "You guys aren't making this easy."

"On the contrary," Grif said, "I think this is as easy as it gets."

"Just get over here, Grif." Annabeth ordered.

"How? Do you want me to jump over this guy? I'm not taking unnecessary risks! Dude, we have got it made."

Suddenly, a bunch of vines shot out from the ground far below. They wrapped themselves around Grif and Simmons making them panic. The vines pulled them down from the bridge planting them back to the ground below. It was there that a man approached them. He was a messed-up looking man with messy black hair. He wore a blue shirt and a yellow jacket with black spots on it. He clutched a Coca-Cola in his hand as he confronted the two.

"Boys." He grumbled.

"Oh, Mr. D." Simmons panicked.

Grif chuckled. "Hey, Dad."

"Sarge, open this door!" Charles Beckendorf demanded banging his fist on the door of the Hephaestus Cabin.

"No way, flame brain!" shouted a rough Southern accent from the inside. "Not until I'm done with my thing!"

"You don't have a thing!" Charles yelled out. "This isn't even your cabin! You're a son of Ares!"

"Damn right, I am! And as such, I will never surrender to the likes of a dirty Hephaestus! Now clam it! I'm working on something!"

Charles sighed until the head of the Ares cabin came. "Clarisse! Thank goodness you're here! Could you get your brother out of our cabin? He's going to ruin all our equipment!"

"Oh, don't worry about that." Clarisse said cracking her knuckles. "I'll take care of him." She pounded her fist loudly at the door. "Sarge, you idiot, come out now!"

"Clarisse? Sorry, but you'll have to take a number. I'm on the clock here."

"Sarge, if you don't open this door right now, I will crash right through there and kick you where you do your thinking and sitting!"

"Give me a second!" Sarge said. "Aaaaalmoooooooost… Optimus Prime's uncle! We're in business!"

A second later, the front door opened up. Sarge exited the cabin. He had on his standard camp uniform which covered his tough exterior. He wore a red bandana around his brown hair.

"This better be good, Sarge." Clarisse growled ready to beat her fellow camper to the dirt.

"Oh, you're going to love this!" Sarge moved away revealing a man who walked out. He wore brown armor all over his body and hard a tan visor. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to… Lopez!"

"Lopez?" Clarisse asked. "Where did…"

"Buenos dias, mi amigos." Lopez greeted in a robotic tone.

"Wait." Charles said. "Is… Is that an automaton?"

"Why is he speaking Spanish?" another Hephaestus demigod asked.

"I used one of your speech units you had in storage. Grabbed the first one I could. Clearly, you need to label it." Sarge said. "But other than that, what do you think?"

"Sarge, you can't just barge into our cabin and use our resources to make an automaton." Charles said. "If anything, Lopez here is made of Hephaestus property. That means he belongs to us."

"Not a chance, soot-for-breath." Sarge denied. "Possession is nine-tenths of the law. The other tenth is a robot, and I have both. This will do wonderfully in our war against the other cabins!"

"Sarge, the cabins aren't at actual war with each other." Charles said. "We just have a competitive rivalry."

"While I'm all for a good fight, Sarge, I'll have to agree with these bozos." Clarisse said. "It's not that kind of battle."

"But we're children of Ares." Sarge said. "Haven't you ever considered that maybe fighting is just in our nature? It's almost instinctual. If we're not constantly trying to stab each other in the back, we'll surely die."

Charles sighed. "Dear gods, I hate you."

"That's the spirit!" Sarge said.

Suddenly, an array of vines sprouted out from the ground and surrounded both Sarge and Lopez.

"Son of a bitch!" Sarge yelled.

"Madre de dios!" Lopez yelled.

Once again, Mr. D approached with a heavy sigh. "What is wrong with you kids?"

The ladies of the Aphrodite Cabin had free time on their hands, so they relaxed at the front of their cabin. They had nothing on their minds but their looks and the boys that walked by. That made them sheep to a certain wolf.

Approaching the daughters of the love goddess was a black boy with thin hair. He had on an aqua shirt over his camp uniform. The daughters stopped what they were doing to see him.

"'Sup, ladies. The name's Lavernius Tucker. Son of Hermes, but people tend to call me a walking aphrodisiac of you know what I'm saying. Bow-chicka-bow-wow."

The girls giggled and invited him over. The eager Tucker rubbed his hands excitedly and approached. "All right, ladies! Let's get this party started!"

"Did someone say party?" asked a high-pitched boy's voice. The sound of it made Tucker wince.

"Oh, no. Not him." He turned his head seeing a fabulous-looking boy come out with a tray full of cocktails. He was accompanied by a bewildered boy with a dark-blue T-shirt on.

"Hey, Donut!" greeted an Aphrodite daughter. "How's our most fabulous half-brother?"

"Great, actually." Donut said. "Oh, and I see you got company. I can always squeeze is as many men as I need."

Tucker groaned while the daughters chuckled. He turned his head angrily at the blue-shirted boy next to Donut. "Caboose, what are you doing? I told you to keep the pink guy away!"

"Technically, it's not pink. It's lightish-red." Donut said.

"I did play keep away with him." Caboose said. "We played until he took the object back. Then, he offered to make everybody funny-tasting sodas."

"They're called cocktails, Caboose." Donut said. "Now, who wants the cock and who wants the tail?"

Tucker groaned at Caboose's direction. "I can see now why your godly parent hasn't claimed you yet. Look, this is my one chance to get in good with the Aphrodite babes without Mr. D sticking his large nose into it. That almighty asshole's so stuck up just because the last girl he dated got him banished at this camp. It's not my fault the guy's got no charm at…" He stopped when he noticed one of the listening Aphrodite girls making a shushing motion. "What, is he behind me?" Tucker turned around but didn't see anyone there.

"No. I'm in front of you." Tucker turned back and shrieked when he saw the camp director towering over him. Mr. D grabbed Tucker by his arm. "You and I are going to have quite a talk, Mr. Trucker."

"It's Tucker. And why?"

"Because the 'almighty asshole' said so." Mr. D replied. He reached his other hand to grab Caboose by his arm. "And since you've been assisting him, you're gonna get it to."

"What am I getting?" Caboose asked. "Is a puppy?"

"Well, this is the God of Wine, Caboose." Donut said. "So perhaps what he has in store is a memorable liquid that you'll never forget."

A vein popped in Mr. D's head. "You know what, Mr. Dodo? You're coming with me too."

"It's Donut, sir."

"Whatever."

"Oh…" the teenage boy groaned as his vision began to clear up. He sat himself up on the couch he found himself in and noticed the blue T-shirt he was wearing. He found himself in a large cabin. His eyes waved over the bearded centaur for a moment. He quickly returned his gaze over at the centaur and gasped. "GAH! Who the hell are you? What the hell are you? Where the hell am I?"

"Take it easy, young man." The centaur said. "My name is Chiron, the activities director here at Camp Half-Blood."

"Am I supposed to know what that means?"

"I don't know. I found you laying unconscious on campgrounds. Would you mind telling me how you got here?"

The boy sighed. "I… I don't know. I can't remember. I can't remember anything."

"This is strange." Chiron said. "Well, only two sorts of people can be here: campers and directors. And since I was never notified of any change of staff, that must mean you're a demigod."

"A demi-what?"

"We'll go through that in orientation." Chiron said. "But first, tell me, do you at least know your name?"

"My name…" The boy struggled. It was only at the tip of his tongue. "My name is…" His eyes widened. "Oh, that, I do know. My name is… Leonard Church."