Hey people, I'm changing the updates to one every Saturday (or maybe Sunday) next time.

For this story I just have the basic plot, I need some help on the pairings. Review and tell me who you think Percy should be with, although I'm leaning towards Pertemis. However (no offence, gay people) it has to be a girl, and nobody too outrageous, like Drew, Athena, or (gods forbid) Clarisse.

3 years later at the Metropolitan Museum of Art:

Piper, Grover, and I were sitting on the front steps of the museum during a field trip, minding our own business, when Nancy Bobofit, Yancy Academy's very own redheaded kleptomaniac stalked towards us. She had been stealing from tourists, and naturally "Mrs. Dodds", my "teacher" didn't notice a thing.

Nancy dropped her lunch on Grover's lap and sneered, "Oops."

Maybe I should arrange a little accident for her... getting water in her dirty jeans would be a piece of cake. I wondered what her expression would be when she looked like she pissed her pants.

I suppressed my anger, but Piper's eyes flashed in anger. "Slap yourself."

And Nancy did just that. She definitely deserved it, but Piper made it really obvious we were half-bloods. And I had suspicions about who Mrs. Dodds was.

Uh-oh. I had told Piper my suspicions about her ability, and had them confirmed when Jane acted very out of character and spewed out a long string of colorful language in front of Tristan. I informed him about Piper's talent, and asked Piper to try control herself. But self- control took time to perfect.

Kids stared and started to whisper among themselves.

Mrs. Dodds appeared right next to us and grinned triumphantly. She had probably been waiting for some proof that Piper and I were demigods, and now she had it."Piper McLean. Come with me."

Piper glared at her and said defiantly, "Nancy slapped herself. I had nothing to do with it."

I groaned mentally. Maybe I should have told Piper my suspicions.

Mrs. Dodds sneered. "You slapped Nancy. And you will be properly punished."

The mist was strong enough to deceive the mortals, but Piper and I were not fooled.

I glared at "Mrs. Dodds". "I'm coming with her."

She looked like she had been expecting that, and nodded. Of course- she would hold me responsible for the thefts.

Nancy snickered, apparently recovered from being hit- by herself, no less. "Oh, yes, Jackson. Go defend your little girlfriend. How sweet."

A small wave of pain crashed on me as I recalled the last person who had been called my girlfriend. She had brought me to visit Olympus, and naturally Aphrodite started gushing about how cute we were.

Grover threw a worried look at me, and I steeled myself. Satyrs can read emotions. Yeah. Better try controlling my emotions, too.

I grimaced. "Let's go, Piper."

Piper looked a little surprised when she saw that Mrs. Dodds was already at the museum entrance. Forgot to walk at a human pace, I guessed. Piper glanced at me in confusion. I mouthed: Monster.

No one else was looking. The mortals had returned to their previous conversations, and Grover was staring anxiously at "Mr. Brunner", our Latin teacher. It was obvious who he was. I'd told Piper about him, and Grover, too. And now I was sure Mrs. Dodds was a monster. I just hoped she wasn't who I thought she was.

Mrs. Dodds led us to the Greek and Roman section. She stood, arms crossed, in front of a big marble frieze of the Greek gods. The gods didn't look like that, at least not the last time I saw them. I looked away from it when I saw her. The frieze barely captured one hundredth of her divine beauty.

Mrs. Dodds shot me a look of hatred and maybe a little blood lust. "You've been giving us problems, honey."

"You can drop the honey thing now." Having a monster call me honey felt really wierd.

"Did you seriously think you would get away with it?" She was hissing at this point, and I decided Piper would be safer behind me.

I scowled at her. "I don't have it."

She screeched, and I was reminded of the time I caught the Nemean Lion in a god-proof net and kept on trying (and failing) to shoot an arrow in its mouth. The screeching was almost as terrible as the sound the lion and arrows were making.

My pre- algebra teacher had transformed into a shriveled old hag with bat wings, a mouthful of nasty yellow fangs, and glowing red eyes. She was still shrieking, and I made out some words like lies, and a whole bunch of cussing in English, Greek, and Latin.

The Fury lunged at me, and I spat out a little colorful language myself. I was better with my bow, but with the Fury so close, I had to use Riptide. And Mrs. Dodds confesticated my lethal ballpoint pen a while ago, claiming it was a distraction. And my pen never returned to my pocket, like it should have. Ugh.

I knocked Piper down with me, and the Fury flew over us, screaming bloody murder.

I hissed, "Katoptris!"

Piper understood immediately, she was there when Mrs. Dodds took away Riptide.

I had trained her for years, and I knew Piper could handle it. I had deliberately used advanced technology to lure in monsters, and Piper used charmspeak to varying degrees of sucess, as a distraction, and took out multiple monsters with ease.

I rolled behind Piper and willed my bow and arrows to appear. My memories revealed that my weapons could vanish and appear whenever I wanted.

I notched the arrow and aimed it at the Fury, just in case.

Piper didn't need any help at all. Piper drew Katoptris from her boots quietly and stood up. She watched "Mrs. Dodds" approach with a mortified expression. She apparently inherited amazing acting skills from her dad. The second before the Fury sliced her to ribbons, she drew her knife out of its sheath and slashed at the Fury's neck.

The blade passed through her body like she was made of water. Our evil pre-algebra teacher exploded into yellow dust that dissipated instantly. The smell of sulfur and an evil chill lingered. I didn't mind very much. I had an OBE to Tartatus pretty much every week, and Kronos made Mrs. Dodds seem like an angel.

My weapons dissappeared as I checked on Piper. "You okay?"

Piper smiled. "I'm fine."

We went back outside.

Grover was sitting by the fountain in front of the museum. Nancy scowled at Piper as we approached. "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt."

I frowned at Piper. "Mist."

Her kaleidoscope eyes widened, and she breathed, "Oh. Brunner?"

I nodded slightly.

Nobody noticed our quiet exchange, thank the gods.

"Well, we just have to make it through the rest of the school year." I mumbled to Piper.

And I have a deadline coming closer and closer each day.