Percy Jackson and the Olympians: the Rosetta Stone

Chapter 15

Annabeth's POV

That is, until a police woman turned up.
"We would like to check your bag, if you please ma'am," she said to me. The people here were so English, but I guessed I'd better get used to that! "Uhh, sure, I guess," I replied. "Grover? You coming?" "Yeah," he replied, and followed Percy, the woman and I. "I'm afraid you may only take one person into the search chamber, ma'am," she said. I looked questioningly at Percy and Grover. "You go, bro. I'll catch a few Z's out here," Grover said, sitting down on those horrible leather airport seats.

We followed the police woman into the room. She took my bag off me and put it on the grey table in front of her. "What is your name?" she asked me. "Annabeth Chase," I replied. "What relation are you to Miss Chase?" she asked Percy. "Well, that depends on how you look at it. She is my half cousin and my girl friend. Depending on how you look at it," he said again. The woman looked a little perplexed at that but let it slip. I went red. Percy had never called me his girlfriend before. After she had finished searching my bag, she got out a drugs swab, and wiped it through my purse and the rest of my bag, then put the little bit of material in the machine behind her. While her back was turned, Percy kissed me quickly, but pulled away as soon as she turned back again. "Negative," she confirmed. My cheeks were still flushed from kissing Percy. I needed him. It would be really awkward at school. We lived together, and went out, and plus weren't out of high school yet. It would be really weird. "Where did you fly from?" she asked me this time. "Miami," I said. She nodded. "You can go now, Sir, Miss," and opened the door for us. "Please come this way. You too Sir," she said, pointing at Grover. He jumped up.

Percy's POV

"I have a funny feeling about this woman," I whispered to Annabeth. She nodded a small nod, still following the woman. She led us away from passport control, which made me suspicious all over again. Then she stopped, and turned around.

At this point I would like to remind you that the last time a weird woman led me to an isolated area of a Public building, she turned out to be a monster and attacked me. And just to prove that sometimes stereo typing isn't always a bad thing, this time seemed to be no different.

I drew Riptide. Wondering how I got that through security? Celestial bronze, dude. It rocks! "Annabeth," I asked slowly. "What is that?"

She didn't have time to answer me. This thing pounced at us. Its claw made a gash in my arm, that made me stumble backwards and crash into a water fountain. Just my luck. Not being sarcastic now, this was luck. Because now I had a plan.

Chapter 16

Percy's POV

While Annabeth distracted the monster, Grover ran for cover. I stood by the water fountain, trying to summon some water. The pipes started to groan under the strain. I could feel the water coming closer. After some seriously good fighting on Annabeth's part, I had a water stream. I moved forward, and made signs to Annabeth to move so the monster was facing its back to me. I waited until it was off balance for a split second, and threw the most powerful jet of water I could manage at it. It yelped, and fell on Annabeth. My heart stopped. I shook my head, then ran and stabbed the monster right in the heart. It turned to dust under me.

Annabeth lay on the floor, barely breathing. I was tired from using my powers so extensively, but I knew what I had to do. I put my hand in hers, and touched the water with my other hand. I felt the water travel up my arm; heal my wounds and then move on to Annabeth. She looked better after that.

Grover came out of hiding. "What happened?" he asked. I shook my head. "I don't know," I said truth fully. He grinned. "What's so funny?" I asked him. "Look behind me," he said. Behind Grover, was our luggage. "You're a saint," I told him, then picked Annabeth up bridal style and carried her toward the sign that said : XTIE. "What are you doing?" Grover shouted, trying to pull all our cases. "Taking a short cut!" I yelled back. I flung open the door of the fire exit, and all hell broke loose.

Third Person Point of View, London Comprehensive, one week before Christmas

It was the end of school, and Laura was looking for the dance class that Cathy had said was in this block. Laura loved dancing, it was probably the only thing in her life that she could count on completely. When she felt alone, she danced. When she was sad, she danced. She dances a mixture of Hip-Hop and Ballet, always to her own choreography.

She walked down the deserted corridor, and couldn't believe that she was lost yet again. Then, through the silence she could hear chords being struck on a piano. She stopped, and adjusted her dancing clothes. Laura was wearing a white leotard, leggings, pink leg warmers, ballet pumps, and a red striped t-shirt. She smiled, and walked towards the music.

Now she could hear a male voice singing Hallelujah, the song in Shrek. She stopped outside a wooden door where the music seemed to be coming from. She dumped her bags outside the room and slowly wedged open the door.

She gasped. The door led into a huge dance floor, with a grand piano in the far corner. She slipped through the gap and shut the door quietly behind her. Laura tied her wist long brown wavy hair back, and started to dance.

"Your heart was strong but you needed proof,
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you." the boy sang. She did a pirouette and a jump, finding her footing.
"She tied you to a kitchen chair,
she broke your throne and she cut your hair,
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah!"As she moved closer to the piano, she was sure she had seen the boy before, but then again, she had seen a lot of boys today.

As he started the chorus, she did another jump. But instead of the landing being silent, the floor creaked and the boy at the piano froze. He turned around. "Hey, Theo," Laura said lamely. "Don't stop. I love that song." "What are you doing here?" Theo asked Laura. "I heard you playing, and I – I needed to dance, Theo. Please play again." He shut the lid. "No," he said, standing up. "I'd better be going." He slung his bad over his shoulder and walked out of the room.

She stared after him with her mouth in a tight line. This guy had some serious problems. And she was determined to crack him.