A/N: Sorry it took me kind of long to post this. I suffered from writer's block. So if it's terrible, I'm uber sorry. Also, I'm in Singapore with my cousins, so I don't have much time to write. But your reviews made me so ridiculously happy that I just HAD to. Give yourself a pat on the back.

Special thanks to Bee for helping me with the ideas. She practically made half (or more) of the plot! If you guys have a tumblr, follow her: .com. And follow me too: .com. I'll follow back.

Oh, did anyone catch the latest episode of Glee? I'm not sure whether I like Jesse or not...

Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride or the Flock. If I did, I would party would them all day long. I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. If I did, I would play pinochle with Mr. D. I do not own Hercules. Although the references to Meg in the story was intentional. He-he.

Max

"In short, we need you t o save the world. Again."

The freaky dark dude had scared the living heck out of me. His words didn't really surprise me, but gosh, I was tired of people taking advantage of us to do their dirty work. They always end up stabbing us in the back. There was no way I could trust this guy. Even if his jacket looked like Fang's.

"Don't you think you ought to explain things first? Or, introduce yourselves? You know, before we..." Jeb trailed off, looking at the man in the pinstriped suit. He was holding his head in his hands, massaging his temples. "Sir?" Jeb continued when the man didn't move.

Okay. WTH? Why does everyone keep calling him sir? What is he? Like...King of the World or something?

You could say that, Max.

I was about to question my Voice further when the man finally looked up. His stormy eyes were focused on me. "How much do you know about Greek mythology, Maximum?"

Okay. What is it with people calling me Maximum?

"We've watched Hercules," Nudge said. "The Disney one."

"Oh yeah," Angel smiled. "Meg was my favorite! She died for Hercules!"

Before the youngest member of the Flock could say more, the gray-eyed woman spoke up. "But I trust you know the basics, right? The gods and goddesses? The myths?"

"I don't understand why this is important," my mom said. I love her. Without having to read my mind, she totally gets me. She looked just as confused as I felt.

Jeb was looking at his hands. He knew what they were talking about. I wanted to punch him; but that's pretty common so...

Ignoring my mom's remark, the woman continued. "Do you know Athena? The goddess of wisdom and battle?" Her voice was soft, but firm. She was trying to make us understand. But...what was there to understand? Her eyes met Angel's, her gaze intense. For a second, they just stared at each other.

Angel gasped. And her eyes widened. "Athena," she whispered. Okay, wha?

But the woman leaned back in her chair, satisfied. She nodded at the man in the suit.

Angel? What is going on? What did she tell you? Hello?

Angel smiled, her eyes were wide. Max, the gods and goddesses...

What about them?

They're them.

Okay, is it just me or did that last sentence make no sense?

Max.

Oh. Well, maybe the Voice will make more sense. Like the voice ever makes sense. Ha!

Yes?

Listen to Angel.

She's not exactly in the right state of mind right now. Maybe you should explain, Einstein. I rolled my eyes. The Voice was being exceptionally thick today.

These people are the gods.

I've heard a lot of crazy things in my life, but so far, this was the most far out. I looked at the people again. No freaking way. And yet, in a weird, twisted way, it sort of made sense. I didn't know them all, but I knew that the gorgeous woman must be Aphrodite. And then the emo dude was probably Hades.

"You're it? Y-you're them?" My voice was shaking, which is so not like me. Usually, I'm Little Miss Sassy and Sarcastic. But you can't blame me for being a little shell-shocked.

I looked at my Flock. All of them had WTH? looks on their faces. Well, all of them minus Angel and Fang. Angel already knew. Again, the perks of being a six-year-old mind reader. Fang's face was as expressionless as always. And if you didn't know him as well as I did, or if you didn't pay close attention, you would have totally missed the slight twitching of his eyebrows.

I shook my head and faced the man in the suit. The King of the World.

"Do you understand now?" he asked me, his eyes were full of hope. Hope and impatience. Well, dude. This is a lot to process, okay? Give me a flipping minute.

"I think I do," I said. Then something registered in my mind. My cheeks flushed red and I gulped. "So, you must be Zeus."

Percy

I tried not to roll my eyes the kids gape at the Olympians. Then they looked at Grover and Chiron.

"You're a satyr, aren't you?" Gasman asked. I wondered how he knew what a satyr was.

"Dude, are you like Phil? You know, the satyr who trained Hercules?" Iggy asked. Oh right. They watched Hercules. Not that Hercules was anything like us.

"Sort of, I guess," Grover blushed. "I can play the reed pipes too."

"Wicked awesome," Gasman said. He slapped a high five with Iggy. For a blind kid, it was amazing how he didn't miss.

The gods and goddesses each introduced themselves. I won't bore you with the details (partly because they're pretty useless and mostly because I forgot them).

"Well, it's been fun but can we get back to business? We're supposed to save the world again?" Fang deadpanned. Gods, this guy was intense. "How?"

"Right," my dad said. He rubbed his hands together and cleared his throat, probably preparing for a long speech. "Well," he began. "Jeb can explain." He faced Jeb and arched a brow.

Oh, wow. Talk about fail, dad. No offense.

Angel giggled. She probably read my mind. Great.

Jeb nodded at my father and faced us – me, Annabeth, Grover, and the Max pack. That's right. I'm calling them the Max pack. Got a problem with that? Angel giggled again. Ahh! Get out of my mind!

Jeb's voice snapped me out of my reverie. "We've been monitoring the earth's condition and the changes after the air shows you've been doing." He was referring to the Max pack.

"There's been some trouble in a few volcanic islands in different locations of the world."

Did he just say volcanic islands? My mind flashed to a memory from when I was younger.

From under the table, I felt someone kick me. What the Hades?

Annabeth was glaring at me (so was Hades, FYI). "What was that for?" I demanded.

"You said 'Calypso'," Angel said.

I blinked and my mouth formed an 'O' of comprehension. "Out loud?"

Annabeth nodded. Her gray eyes were murderously scary. I felt myself blush.

Jeb clapped his hands to get our attention again. "Originally I'd only intended for Max and the Flock to help."

Oh. They were called the Flock. Why the heck would they be called the Flock?

"We'll show you later," Angel said, smiling. Creepy.

"But well..." Jeb stopped, unsure how to continue. Finally, he regained his wits and went on. "I did a little research. A few weeks ago, in New York, there were some unexplained...occurrences."

I grinned. He was talking about the Olympian War. We'd saved the world while the citizens of New York were asleep – under Morpheus's spell. We'd wrecked a few buildings and destroyed some cars in the process. The Mist usually helps with demigod-related situations, but that had been slightly trickier.

"I read about them in the news and did a little research. My findings brought me to the Empire State Building. There, I figured it out. Or, rather, I managed to."

"You mean, about the Olympians and Greek mythology and everything?" I asked.

"Exactly. So, I got a little suspicious. A few months, or around a year ago, there was a massive volcanic eruption in Washington. Have you ever heard of Mt. Saint Helens?"

I sank lower in my seat, knowing full well that it was my fault. I looked at Annabeth. Her eyes were focused on Jeb. She was ignoring me. Grover gave me a sympathetic smile. They knew.

I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Yeah, that was my fault."

"Your fault?" Jeb looked confused, but after a moment, he shrugged it off as nothing. "Anyway, my theory is that the trouble we're experiencing now is somehow related to whatever happened back then. Meaning, it's not just about us," he was looking at Max.

Then he turned to me. "We need you too. We need people from your world."

Right.

"So let me get this straight," Max said. "At first, you were just going to have us check up on those islands. But then, you played God and did research and blah blah and you found these guys. Now, you think that whatever is going on is related to them? So now, you want us to work together?"

"Right," Jeb said. "Exactly."

"Hold on," Annabeth said. "Why would this have anything to do with us? I mean, volcanic activity is common enough. You don't think that..." Her voice was so soft I could hardly hear her. Her eyes were wide and wet with tears threatening to spill.

"No, we're not saying that it's Kronos," Zeus said, trying to calm her down. "He's gone, for now anyway. But it's highly likely that the other Titans are trying to make a comeback."

Oh. That didn't even cross my mind. I'm pretty slow. But the possibility that one of the Titans was able to survive sent shivers down my spine. We'd lost too many campers and centaurs and mortals to fight again.

"We just want you to make sure," Athena said.

Annabeth nodded, and bit her lip. I reached for her hand under the table, and she took mine willingly. Thank gods, she wasn't ignoring me anymore.

"Okay," Iggy said. "Two questions. One: what makes you think we'll do it? And two: what's so special about you guys?"

Well, I was stumped.

"Remember your destiny, Max. This could be it," Jeb said. Max bit her lip.

Destiny? What? Did she like, have a prophecy too?

Something about these kids was really bizarre. Maybe they were secret agents. Gods, that would be awesome.

Max closed her eyes and nodded. After a while, she spoke. "What about Iggy's second question? What's so special about you?"

I gave her a half-smile. "We're demigods."

"What's that?" Gasman asked.

"It means we're half-bloods," I said. "Half-god and half-mortal."

Nudge's eyes grew wide. "ZOMG!" She said. "You mean, like in the movie?"

"Sort of," I said, embarrassed. "Not really." I was pretty sure the heroes in the movies didn't have ADHD or dyslexia.

"Cool," Gasman said. "We're not completely human either."

Max flashed him a look and he quickly shut up.

"Never mind."

But Annabeth caught on quickly. "It's true, then ? That you really...?" Her voice was amazed all over again.

Ugh. Seriously! What was it about these freaking kids? I was beginning to feel desperately out of the loop. Not. Cool.

Finally, unable to keep quiet for longer, I blurted out, "What is it about you guys that makes you so cool?"

Everyone was looking at me. Nice. "Umm... What I meant was..."

Angel looked excited. Nudge was grinning. "Well?" she asked. "Do we show them?"

"I don't think we have enough space," Max said. She looked nervous and she kept glancing around, as if expecting a surprise attack. Paranoid, much?

"Go ahead, Max," Jeb encouraged. She ignored him and faced Dr. Martinez. "Well?"

Dr. Martinez smiled. "Sure. Why not?"

Max took a deep breath and stood up. She took off her windbreaker and my jaw dropped. Annabeth squealed. "Oh my gods," she murmured, bringing her hands up to her mouth.

"We're 98% human, and 2% bird," Angel explained. "We're not completely human, like you!"

Yeah, but we look human, I thought.

I nodded dumbly as I stared at Max's wings.

Yeah, you heard me. The Max pack had wings.

Max

I proudly opened my wings and watched as Percy's jaw dropped. The pretty girl, Annabeth – the one who knew about Fang's blog – smiled. I was suddenly embarrassed. I hated being looked at. I folded my wings and tucked them in against my back before sitting down again.

My cheeks were still flushed and I could feel everyone's eyes on me.

"How...?" Percy asked, barely making sense. "But then... Does that mean that your parents had... Birds? And...?"

"We'll get to that later," Jeb said impatiently. "Now, I'd like to know how soon you can leave."

An awkward silence filled the room. I felt weird.

"We don't really have anything to do," Fang said, surprising me. Lately, he'd been talking a lot. "So we can leave as soon as you're okay." He nodded at Percy.

Percy looked at Poseidon. "Er...right. Actually, I just need to grab a couple of stuff from my cabin and I'm good to go. Well, I'll have to talk to Tyson, and all but...yeah."

"Excellent," Jeb said. "I have the information you need here. Annabeth, is it?"

Annabeth nodded.

"I think you're pretty capable, so I'll entrust you with one of the maps. Max, take the other one."

I picked up the piece of paper and looked at it for about a second before putting it down again. I closed my eyes and sighed. Less than half an hour ago, I found out that Greek mythology was real. Now, here I was, off on another adventure. My initial thought was to refuse, but when Jeb had mentioned my destiny, I changed my mind.

If this was my shot to actually save the world, then I'd take it. Heck yeah, I'd take it.

I realized Jeb had been talking to us and giving out more instructions. I hadn't been paying attention.

It's okay, Max. He just said we needed to split into groups. There are three islands, apparently.

I smiled at Angel. Thanks, sweetie. She smiled back.

We hadn't been getting along lately, so I was glad to have a reason to feel close to her again.

"Well," I said, feeling the blood rushing to my brain. "Where to now?"

Percy glanced sideways at Annabeth and she nodded, smiling. "Home," he said.

"Excuse me?"

"We're going to Camp Half-blood."

A/N2: Oh my gosh. It's terrrible. I know. I'm sorry. I promise I'll try and make the next one better!

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