Emperors Errands

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS. ALL RIGHTS TO RICK RIORDAN WHO CREATED THE CHARACTERS.

Rated: T

Main Pairing: Percy/Annabeth

Summary:
Childhood tragedies and a new mission is all Annabeth Chase needs to keep her up at night. When a spike in murders across America sends Annabeth and her astonishing handsome partner, Percy Jackson, on a wild goose chase of corrupt memories, she is forced to confront a not so friendly face from her past. (Percabeth, Human AU.)

TAGS:
Adventure, romance, crime, secret agent, Percy, Annabeth, spy, spies.

Annabeth's POV
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The crackling of a fire jolted me awake. It felt like my stomach was tangled in knots, restricting any food from digesting. As my eyelids fluttered open I could feel the beads of sweat on my forehead. Blond curls stuck to the nape of my neck. I would have guessed I was bathing in my own sweat and agony if I hadn't noticed the soft cushions and duvet covering my body. I arched my stiff back up in an attempt to stretch. I closed my eyes again to try focus at the task at hand which was getting motion back in my arms and legs so they weren't fixed in the same position. My throat was dry so I heaved a cough followed by a few others.

I shifted my weight up the couch so I was sitting upright with my feet perched at the end. I was on the red couch in the sunroom of the villa Percy and I were staying in. My bones still ached; however, I was feeling far better than last time. Curiosity spiked my mind as I swiftly pulled the sheets off my legs to check my massive wound. It was tied and bandaged neatly like a professional had done it. The bandage looked clean so it must be fresh. My finger poked the injury and I winced like I'd expected. It felt a lot better though so it must be healing.

I looked around the room. On the glass coffee table was a bunch of medical supplies, including the first aid kit Percy had used on my leg. Furrowing my eyebrows, I looked around for any more information. Everything was where I had last seen it, all the furniture and appliances were all in order. My hand caressed my forehead to feel for a temperature. I was at a normal temperature yet I felt different. I retracted my hand and looked down at my palm as if I was decoding a riddle.

A sound broke the deafening silence that engulfed the room. It was the sound of footsteps echoing off the marble ground in the hallway. My eyes widened, someone was coming. Times like this I wished I could have the power to see through things. Options flooded through my head. I could hide behind the couch I was on, I could pretend to still be unconscious, or I could confront them when they come in. Neither options sounded too good but I had to go with one or the other. Then for some reason, I scolded myself. I was being so overprotective when it's probably just Percy.

Flashbacks of Percy telling me he was going to call someone and tell them about my accident flashed in my head. I shivered; it couldn't be Chiron, could it? The footsteps were getting closer and for the first time ever, I was eternally grateful for the enormous villa and time it took to walk around it. I gave up on all my negative thoughts and shimmied down the couch so I was lying down and covered myself with the duvet. I have the element of surprise if it is someone bad. I closed my eyes just as the person walked in and trotted beside me. I could hear a disapproved grunt that sounded masculine.

"She should have woken up by now," the voice said.

Without a doubt I recognised it to be Percy's. I smiled and he must have seen it because he made a remark about comatose patients smiling. I almost let a laugh slip, almost.

"Well she's not in a coma. She wasn't showing any signs of it. She just needs rest to recover that's all. She'll be back on her feet in no time, Percy," my body stiffened like a plank.

I didn't know that voice… It was masculine like Percy's but I didn't recognise it. Percy must have invited a guy over to look at me by the way the man was talking. He had broken his promise to me. I couldn't help but feel torn that he chose his benefit over mine. A rough noise followed by footsteps which eventually stopped when the mystery man came to a stop beside me. My senses were screaming at me to do something, to move away from him as he approached closer. So when he brought his hand down to cup my cheek, my eyes shot open, I looked dead into his blue eyes and slapped him square across the face.

The boy cursed and stumbled back holding his tainted red cheek. The boy was rather shorter than I anticipated. He was wearing a pair of navy blue jeans which were accompanied by a light yellow button-up shirt. His hair was a mess of blonde curls. His eyes shone a light blue like the sky. His skin was tanned and sun kissed like it had been blessed from Apollo. The boy looked at Percy with shock that seemed to reflect the same emotions before staring at me as if I were an alien.

He looked equally as pissed as me. "Is that how you thank someone who healed you back to health?" he chided.

I glared daggers at him as my own personal defence. However, I hesitantly looked to Percy for confirmation. I needed evidence before I could counter an attack, whatever that may be.

"Annabeth," Percy took a gulp as if sensing my pent-up frustrations, "this is Will. He has been helping you with your recovery." If he could see through me, I wasn't able to tell because he quickly added, "he isn't one of Chiron's colleagues. I know him personally. Chiron doesn't know anything."

My shoulders drooped with relief. I snuggled into the warmth the covers and fire provided. Percy pulled a longue stool that looked like a leather box's excuse of a seat and sat next to me. I wasn't bothered by Percy's sudden affection, I was more focused on interrogating this new person.

"Will?" He nodded in response. "Do you know who we are? What we do for a living?" He slowly nodded becoming weary of my serious facial expressions. He seemed to be accustomed to this already. Maybe he had previous training in the field of law enforcement? "Do you not fear us?" I tilted my head to the side. Normally if a person were to hear that they had met an agent, they would freak out and assume we were after them.

Will was about to open his mouth when Percy butted in. "Annabeth, stop. You're delirious from the pills." I swatted at his incoming hand that clearly wanted to feel my forehead.

"Delirious? Please, I could think twice as much as you could in a sober state," I retorted, I swore I saw him flinch.

Will was getting rather frustrated. "Both of you, for the love of the gods, shut up," Percy and I held our glare but listened to his command. Will pinched the bridge of his nose while he spoke, "Annabeth, I'm aware both of you are agents working with Chiron. No, it does not frighten me because I was an old colleague of his. I'm a nurse who was sent to work for the army in the infirmary department. I quit for personal reasons." I raised an eyebrow at Will but Percy didn't shift his gaze from me. "I no longer work for him so I won't have to report back to him. I'm doing this as a favour for Percy," he patted Percy's shoulder, "any more questions?"

I shook my head with a deep sigh. That surely cleared things up. I mumbled an apology at him and he nodded in acknowledgment. Will stood there awkwardly shifting his weight before deciding to duck into the kitchen out of plain sight, leaving me and Percy to our own.

"I promised you after all," Percy stated looking into my eyes.

I huffed. "So maybe you aren't all that bad. I shouldn't have assumed you turned against me," I shrugged. He smiled at me for the first time since I'd woken up. "Just so we are clear, you saw where I was coming from, right?"

He nodded and I sighed again. All I had been receiving were migraines this entire week. My throat also felt dry, explaining my craving for a cool liquid. I turned myself around on the couch so I was sitting upright and fully facing him. The blankets pooled on my lap and I found myself fiddling with the fabric. I looked up at him before quickly averting my eyes noticing that he'd been staring at me.

I jerked my thumb to the kitchen. "I'm going to go get a drink. I'll be right back."

He bit his lip and looked to the carpet. Taking that as a yes, both of my feet found the ground and pushed me into a healthy posture and carried me halfway across the room (not without a slight limp) before I was rudely interrupted.

"Wait," the softest words collapsed out of Percy's mouth.

I delicately spun on the spot taking care not to put too much weight on my injured leg. My curious eyes trailed across Percy's face which was distinctly conflicted by the creases he got between his eyebrows when he thought too hard. I stood there waiting for him to confront me with whatever it may be that was bothering him but he seemed reluctant to meet my eyes. With one more doubt clouding my mind, my body pulled me towards him.

"Yes…" I started carefully.

He caught my gaze before averting to looking at the corners of the room. It took a rough exhale from his part before he gathered the courage to continue.

"I'm… I—I'm sorry…" He stumbled over his words and pressed his palms into his eyes until removing them to run a hand through his messy hair. With pursed lips it looked like he was struggling to hold something in.

I'd never been the ideal person to come to when it came to feelings. Growing up with a childhood like mine, most would say that it would be understandable. What they never told me until later was it was okay as long as you learn to feel again. I knew I was different since I was young. I'd assumed I would figure out the problem when I grew up and when that never happened, I lost all sense of hope for a brighter future. I've been stuck in that grey area ever since. It's like having your greatest treasures locked up inside, so far away but so close.

My head turned to the side, avoiding any eye contact. Unconsciously, my toes traced patterns on the carpet and I licked my lips. Memories started unfolding before me as I traced and analysed what I'd observed over the years of what other people did in confrontations like this. A group of primary kids sat hunched over a curb fiddling with their fingers and frowns upon their faces. A soft pair of almond eyes consoled a girl whose face was buried in her hands. They spoke in hushed tones and offered her physical support like hugs and gentle squeezes on the shoulder. I don't exactly remember why the girl was upset, I just know that after a few minutes of the comfort of her friends, she felt better. Maybe I could apply the same techniques to Percy.

With a few mental pep talks in my head, I neared my conflicted co-worker.

"It is—it's… okay," I got out noting to keep my voice soft. I placed my hand on his shoulder not without a heartbeat of hesitance and rubbed my thumb over his tense muscles. My curiosity bit me in the moment of peace and I opened my big mouth and asked "why? Are you sorry that is…"

He wiggled out of my hold and my hand hastily retracted as if he were poison. The last thing I needed was to make the situation worse. Shifting my weight from foot to foot kept me entertained for all of seven seconds before I stumbled out my own sorry for whatever discomfort I caused him. His muscles tensed and he looked over his shoulder at me with a taken aback look as if I told him he was destined to die when he turned sixteen. My patience was slowly crumbling. If I was to get him to open up to me, I would have to be fair and do the same, right?

"Okay, I know you… you and I—we have our differences and I know—I know you," at this point my hands were gesturing wildly narrating every word I could've possibly said. "I'm just trying to help you and I would appreciate it if you tried too," I finished sucking in a breath and keeping as still as a plank. It's funny because I could swear we had a similar conversation to this recently…

He nodded and tried to catch my eyes. "Aren't you… angry? Mad? Disappointed in me?" His voice softened at the last sentence.

I couldn't help but be taken aback slightly. Why would there be any reason to feel that was towards him? I made a move to try and question his motives but he cut me off.

"Like, you said that you had a plan then I went a screwed it all up and put you in an awkward position and then when you fell… If I had just listened to you maybe you wouldn't have been in that situation," he stopped to take a breath, "so I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for the consequences of my actions."

My heart was pacing as if I'd run a marathon. I certainly wasn't going to encourage him to continue if he already felt so disturbed. I nodded to show my understanding which seemed to lift some weight off his shoulders. It's funny, ever since Percy flipped into my life, my heart had been going through cycles it hadn't been through ever since I was young. Hell, I would have to sit down for a couple of minutes just to remember last time I was uncomfortable around a boy.

Being the bigger person, I changed the subject to something I had an interest to talk about.

"Hey, so um…" I scratched behind my ear and fiddled with my fingers, "why exactly did Will drop out of the infirmary department in the army?" I questioned folding my arms.

A small grin came to Percy's face. "I don't really think it's my place to tell you everything but let's just say he met someone and decided living in fear for their life wasn't worth it so he left with him."

I nodded. It was nice to know someone had found love, peace and treasure in the cruel midst of war.

Thinking was a skill I excelled in. Yet when it came to staring at my wall at pictures and notes, things sometimes got a bit complicated. I had pinned the picture and notes up on my wall with pins and used strings to link them to each other, forming a twisted cobweb. A picture linked to a note which linked to another several pictures. Crossing my arms, I stared long and hard at each chain when suddenly heavy footsteps drew me out of thoughts. Percy's head popped around the corner with a grin. My calculating gaze met his excited one.

"Annabeth…" Percy started.

"Percy…" I finished, drawing out his name.

He made his way further into the room and pushed a letter into my hand, leaving my pen to fall to the carpet. I studied the piece of scrunched up paper curiously. It looked rather professionally done which only half scared me. I met his gaze to interrogate his thoughts. He was practically beaming so whatever this letter contained couldn't be bad. I unfolded the letter and read.

Dear Miss Annabeth Chase and Mr. Percy Jackson,

I warmly welcome you to a celebration of my thriving research. A scientific bombshell as we know it. This event will be dedicated to the man behind the scenes who started it all, Luke Castellan and many more. We will be acknowledging our success of discovering cells that could be carrying the potential of life. We dearly wish to share this moment with you. Do come along, a good evening is ahead. Till then, we will be waiting to see you there this Friday at 6:00pm, 16th of June.

Kind regards,

Titan Industries

You know that feeling you get when you're standing in front of an audience? The one where everyone is staring at you, concentrated on each and every word that slips from your mouth? That pesky thought in the back of your mind that's screaming at you to do something other than stare in awe at the room filled with people seated waiting to judge your choices for the next two minutes. It's not a nice feeling; it makes you feel powerless, out of control. My stomach lurched and uneasiness swelled in my throat. Another stab from the past was what this letter was.

My eyes passed the paper and stared deeply at the beige carpet. It amused me how interesting the plain carpet suddenly became. The sound of Percy clearing his throat broke my train of thoughts.

"That's the Luke we are investigating, right? This must be the event Chiron was talking about so we're totally going. It sounds so formal, I can't wait to dress up like a Princess," he stated, his eyes danced with mirth. A prominent dimple caught my attention when he smiled.

I produced a sad smile and nodded before brushing invisible dust off my shoulder and stopped uncomfortably swaying back and forth on the balls of my feet. As tempting as it was to raise my face to his, I couldn't risk the chance of seeing him covered in disappointment at my failure to push my demons away and tell him about Luke. He cleared his throat, suddenly losing his excited and bubbly aura. With a sad smile, he left the room leaving the door wide open to my timid figure.

I called out to him, I didn't have enough time on my hands to let him have a guilty pout. He once again popped his head around the corner of the door frame with a raised eyebrow.

"We need to discuss matters on how we can use this to our advantage," I stated firmly, my mind reprogrammed itself into professional mode.

A light scoff left his lips as he dragged his body to the middle of the room beside me. "And how are we going to do that?" He challenged me.

Sensing the doubt in his eyes, I swiftly flipped the letter in my hand where I'd seen the times and dates of the events for the night. My eyes scanned down and landed on the word 'PowerPoint'. I was immediately drawn to the thoughts of computers and technology. He needed software for a PowerPoint and if we could get our hands on it, we just might find some valuable information about this company Luke was associated with.

"Here," I shoved the paper into his hands and pointed at the key term I was thinking of.

Figuratively, I could not breathe. The venue was breathless in the most beautiful way. I'd never seen such a magnificent work of architecture in my life. It was an old Victorian Castle on the outside and probably some luxury for royalty on the inside. It could have easily been a university at one point. Vines twisted down the façade and a lush green lawn complemented the old bricks.

My grey gown swept over my feet as I collected myself out of the Mercedes. The car was privately owned by Olympus and was only a significant feature of our appearance at the event. I gazed patiently at Percy as he shook the drivers hand and waved as he drove off. Percy turned around to look me up and down as he had before we left our villa with an approving crooked smile.

However fine I may have been, I couldn't even come close to him. He worked a classic button down navy shirt with a dark blazer atop his broad shoulders. Black pants hung at his legs held up by a belt and a simple dark stripped tie hugged his neck and fell to his chest. Percy's tousled hair could be noticed no matter how much time he had put into taming it. A prominent green iris with flecks of blue and sparks of light enthralled me. The dimples of a wide smile broke me out of my fascination.

"See a nice piece of architecture you fancy?" he joked.

The corner of my lips lifted half-heartedly. My nose swelled up and my bottom lip curled out in a pout noticing a tiny flaw in his appearance. He had forgotten to put a tissue in the breast pocket of his blazer. With a quick scavenge among my bag, I successfully retrieved a pocket tissue. A small tug on his sleeve brought him closer to me and I folded the white paper correctly and tucked it into his pocket.

"Thanks," he said with a blinding smile.

I shrugged and focused back on what was most important for the night. "Remember our cover," I reminded him and grabbed the underside of his bicep.

We started a slow pace down the stone footpath and around a garden. "We've been dating for seven months and we met at a bar through our friends. We are here to celebrate Luke's successful business he's starting with Kronos and we are not in the least part against his choices. I'm proud for him and you are too because it…" I paused, looking for the correct word, "pleases you to see me happy," I finished, internally gagging at the cliché aura of it.

He scrunched his eyebrows together and stared at the pebbles that made the path. Without another beat he was nodding to show his understanding. I couldn't help but admire how well he blended with the background. The sky was a fiery orange with beams of yellow stretching across the atmosphere decorating each object with a blush of apricot. The taint of the sun fitted perfectly on his hair and made him all the more attractive because of the simple lighting. I tugged on his arm to bring us to a stop.

"Percy?" I asked to catch his full attention, "be convincing, okay?" He let out a little chuckle before meeting my eyes.

"I, Percy Jackson, promise not to screw up."

I showed my gratitude with a smile and paused for a moment. "C'mon, Seaweed Brain. Let's show them we mean business," I laughed as I dragged him into the start of the night.

If I thought the outside was breathtakingly beautiful, I was heavily mistaken. The inside looked like it was pasted right out of a fairy tale. Arches supported the vast ceiling that stretched far enough to make a lobby. Two banisters hugged a wide flight of stairs that took the marble floor up a level. The handrail was draped in a velvet red fabric twisting and turning up the rail. The second floor was covered in elegant and formal people discussing amongst each other with the occasional one holding a wine glass in their hand. Waitresses plastered welcoming smiles on their faces' and weaved through the crowd offering each clique a drink. Decorations and streamers hung down and brought colour into the glamourous room if you could call it that because the roof towered a good four stories above. The interior was designed like a church that had gone through modern renovation. An enormous chandler hung by a golden chain that lit up the main area where everyone was.

Of course my gaping had to come to a close when two burly men blocked Percy and I's view. They towered over Percy's height by a foot or two. One was rather plump and the other wore leather gloves to pull off an intimidating look. Looking up to Percy, I found he had a cocky smirk slapped onto his face as if he could take the two men down without any problems. My hand squeezed his arm to try pull him out of his cocky daze which followed by a little protest.

"Hi," I greeted trying to make a good first impression.

"I'm going to need your name and your I.D, please," one of them grunted out with a deep voice.

Nodding my head, I fished through my bag that was strapped over my shoulder and pulled out my wallet then I.D. I handed it to him and he ticked my name off the clipboard he had. He gave it back to me and I carelessly threw it back somewhere in my bag as Percy gave his. Once we were both identified and proven to be on the list, we continued into the celebration.

We weaved through the sea of bodies until we found our own little corner. A few quick glances over the other's shoulders confirmed no one was eavesdropping on us. My fingers reached out to fix his tie which was bending in an odd way and I patted down his blazer letting my hands linger no more than an extra second. Percy swiftly ducked his hands into his pockets and started casually rocking on his feet as he inspected the room.

A waiter twisted their way to us and offered each of us a glass and a sample of their new Lotus Flower which we both politely declined. We had to remain sober throughout this if we were to succeed. Narrowing my eyes at my watch I determined the time to be 6:25pm. We had fifty-five minutes before the dinner started which would be followed by the presentation an hour after. Percy and I had planned to get to the computer room where everything was being set up before the large feast.

This time a waitress made her way between us with a polite 'excuse me' but before she could continue her beeline to wherever I tapped her on the shoulder. She immediately froze and snapped her head back with a smile. She asked if she could help us to which I explained that we were looking for Luke Castellan to discuss business. The woman shook her head and told us Luke was busy and promising us we would see him at the dinner. With that she disappeared into the horde of bodies.

Tugging on Percy's arm he ducked his head down so it was level with mine and close enough to whisper in his ear. "Do you think now is a good time to scout the place?" I questioned.

His eyes danced through the crowd before falling back on mine. "I think now is good," he replied.

I bit my lip, looked over my shoulder once and gently pushed him away and started for a small hallway off into the corner. Percy followed quickly behind me with a charming smile remembering our cover. I looked up to him as I walked and let out a giggle to convince the crowd we were a reckless couple looking for somewhere quieter. When we were far from the main event I made quick inspections. The hallway looked much like the main room. Marble floors with a velvet fur rug stretched to the end. Oil paintings hung over the cream coloured walls. A couple power outlets were randomly placed around and like every other place in the building, a golden chandelier lit up the corridor.

Spinning on my heels I faced Percy. "See any wire connections?" I asked even though I knew the answer.

"No," he frowned. "Any ideas which way the room is?"

Thinking about it logically, the presentation would be held on a stage at the end of the room everyone was feasting in, kind of like a wedding reception. It had to be somewhere above, underneath, behind or beside that stage. It would make sense to check upstairs and then check the main level while coming down. Making my way further down the corridor I heard a set of footsteps coming in our direction. Percy and I made eye contact and a sudden understanding came between us. This is where our cover came in handy.

Without wasting another beat, I pulled Percy close by his tie and kept my lips teasingly near his and let out a little chuckle. I felt his hands come up to hold my waist as he leaned in and I leaned out to avoid kissing. I didn't want to take it that far just to fake it and besides, it was still believable enough. This was the ideal position of a couple being caught, so whoever caught us wouldn't think we were snooping around. A shocked gasp made me feign surprised and quickly shove Percy away to further our act.

Now I certainly did not expect to know the person walking in on us. My expectations were set on some bodyguard coming to escort us out into the main room, so when I saw the familiar sandy blond swept hair and a pair of striking blue eyes, I practically jumped out of my body. That all too real scar that reached from his bottom eyelid all the way down to his square jaw. It was only until I felt Percy's hand on my shoulder did I snap out of my trance and close my mouth which had been hanging open.

"Wow," were his first words to me in no more than six years.

"Yeah, wow," I replied with hatred and disgust laced in my voice. "You're looking healthy, Luke," I flatly stated and crossed my arms across my chest.

He smirked with that cocky shine in his eyes. "I think the word you are looking for is 'wealthy', but yes, healthy too."

A light snort could be heard behind me. Percy obviously thought this was some sort of insult game. I rolled my eyes at his childishness.

"Who is your friend?" He frowned.

Percy stepped forward and offered his hand to shake. "Percy Jackson," he said while his hand continued hanging in the air.

Luke scrunched his nose up in disgust. "I'm not shaking your hand, Jackson. God only knows where that's been," his eye flicked to mine for the quickest second. Percy awkwardly nodded and let his hand fall to his side. By the shifting of his weight I could tell he felt embarrassed.

"Name is Luke Castellan, by the way," said Luke scoffing at Percy's unintelligible actions. "So… Long-time no see, Chase."

"I wonder why," I all but spat back.

Luke smiled at me as if he were amused by a child. "You see, I would say you are looking great but after what I just saw, it kind of got ruled out…" Guilt washed over me and a satisfied smirk lay upon his face. "Now, why are you here?"

I made a quick mental note to act calm and collected. He could not suspect in the least that we were up to anything.

"Your assistant invited me after he found a picture of us in your room on a desk," I stated. It was true, Chiron told us while we were on the phone talking to him about our plans for the night. "I must say, it intrigues me that you keep something like that so safe. I don't suppose you have any good excuses?" I cocked a challenging eyebrow at him.

He scowled and squinted his eyes at me as if he were solving a Rubik's Cube. "I'll assume Nakamura spotted that dropping something off for me to my apartment and predicted we stay in touch. I barely even go there anymore; I practically live in my office. Don't be disappointed that that picture was only there because I haven't bothered to go and refurbish it. The fool clearly got the wrong idea and put word in of your name to the guest list."

A calculating gaze formed on my face, my eyebrows knitted themselves together and my bottom lip stuck out. Luke would always speak in metaphors when I was younger whether it was because he didn't want me to understand what he was saying or he wanted me to pick up on the strategy. Times like this made me wonder if it influenced me. I'd stay up for weeks trying to collect the puzzle pieces together when he spoke in cryptic messages until it came to the point I had to shove my pride aside and beg him to explain what he'd meant a month later. Seeing him now only made me wonder how much he had changed, or lack thereof.

I wasn't sure when, but at some point during the confrontation, my head had drooped to the ground and hung in fear of falling apart and letting my emotions get the better of me. My lips parted and my throat twisted into knots so that no words came out. What was one meant to say to a former friend? And that scar, that all too familiar scar. A rough tear of flesh that haunts my dreams ever since that one night.

Gentle fingers brushed the small of my back and tugged lightly on my dress. The strange action gave me an odd boost of courage.

"We'll be going now. Best wishes."

I stormed away with Percy at my tail. We had to go about this another way.

A/N: So this chapter had A LOT of variations so it took quite a while to pick the final one. Because I'm trying not to rush through it but not move too slow, I decided to have less action in this but more relationship building and character development. Before you go on life threatening death missions with someone, you should at least know their favourite colour, right?

I'd also like to address that in this story, I want to explore a more realistic side of Annabeth's past from the books. However since this is set in an AU (Alternate Universe) I want to play around with how the adaptation would appear. Since Percy did not come into her life at 12 (like in the books) she never had that support and growth from a young age so she grew up differently, if that makes sense. So I should be covering my outtake on her past in this story and how that affects her in the present.

Now because of the new approach of her past in this story, things may get deep as in changing the rating to a M... I am not sure. I will try my very best to keep it at a solid T. If it does go a bit overboard, however, I will change it to a M.

Thank you so much for reading! Be sure to review, recommend, follow, favourite and all that good stuff. ;)

-GiftFromTheSkies