Note, I'm skipping a lot of flavor text and background info, I figure if you're reading a fan fiction about a book, then chances are you've read the book and know, at least in part, that information.

I own none of the characters, not even the OC I made as she is part of the PJaO books and anyone is free to duplicate her for their own stories. Writing a story using characters from published books, I certainly can't complain if someone likes my idea enough to run it in a different direction, but please, no slash.

Rick Riordan and Patricia Briggs own all characters.

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The gun on the cover image is what I based Terry's on. It's a real weapon that fires real shells, shotgun in the case of the gun in the picture. Terry's has more decoration, including an engraving of the Drakkon she killed on the handle (made of Drakkon Ivory) and Greek lettering spelling out "End of Infinity" along the barrel. It's also a lot more powerful, but then, most of the weapons used by demi-gods are.

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Once again, over extended dialogue has reared its head in the last chapter (this one as well). To make it worse, I didn't even get to the part of the conversation I wanted, and had to add it to this chapter. Originally, this chapter and the last were to be one chapter. Once I started writing the actual dialog, it expanded, and expanded, and expanded, etc. I'd like to say I'm sorry, but honestly, it's going to continue.

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On Terry; I first came up with the idea for Terry several years ago, back before the 'Last Olympian' came out. The series had several different pairings, and in a conversation with a friend, we discussed what the various children would be like, what powers they'd have, etc. I came to the conclusion that they'd have a wider mix of powers, but they'd be weaker in almost all areas then someone who had fewer abilities. But that there'd be exceptions in that the particular power mix would result in one or two combinations that would be better than anyone else's powers; or at least different but equal.

I also came to the conclusion that the gods wouldn't like their existence. For all their abilities, half-bloods are basically less powerful versions of their parents. The only ability that Percy has that Poseidon doesn't is the Curse of Achilles, and it's not like that ability can't be obtained by others. But when you start to mix and match abilities, than you start to run into complications, after all, how similar are Aries and Hephaestus to either Zeus or Hera? What would the son of Percy and Annabeth be like power and ability wise?

That's not to say their divine grandparents wouldn't like them, just that they'd be under closer scrutiny than would be normal, as much as the children of the big three, or more if one of their parents was a child of the big three. I was originally planning on using Harley from 'The Lost Hero' but on rereading that chapter, I realized he was only eight, and eleven and thirteen is going to be hard enough to write. And I had always planned on making whoever I chose a mix. I also wanted to set the stage for future stories without contradicting this one and that it isn't completely non-canon to have a child of half-bloods, though I think Camp Jupiter got most of them in cannon.

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We Dream the Same Things Every Night

ADAM

"OK, what about Terry, what can you tell me about her?"

"Honestly, not a whole lot. She made me the cane about two weeks ago when I brought her cabin some materials and presented them with a challenge." Nico's got a small grin, he enjoyed that exchange, "They've been having problems every since Beckendorf was killed. Terry was the only one who'd take me up on it. She did a good job too. Of course, I never realized she had a crush on me. Based on what Percy just said, I'd hazard a guess and say that her cabin decided to send her so she could go on a date with me, maybe they even got Chiron in on it. Not sure if they wanted me to notice her, or if they wanted her to see that I'm not what she really wants. Has for me being bi, I must admit, I've never thought about it. I've known that I've had a crush on Percy for some time, something Minos would egg me on about. Even after finding out what he was about, I still believed what he'd said about that. Until just now, his information was all I had to work with, it never dawned on me that my father wouldn't be upset, much less go that way himself. Still, I've never really thought about girls, so, since I had a crush on Percy, I just assumed that I was gay and never considered I might be bi. I'll have to think about that."

"I meant, can you tell me about HER."

"Oh… Um, not really. Her name and what cabin she lived in and that she does really good work was about the extent of my knowledge of her until today. I didn't even know that she was the daughter of a pair of half-bloods instead of a normal half-blood. I don't really think of it to often."

"Your lives are really that screwed up and violent that you never realized you could have kids before?" That's just strange.

"I guess it's just something we never talk about. I once heard a couple of campers talking and when one of them started to talk about his future dreams, his friends quickly shut him up. Fate listens to half-bloods, and she really enjoys screwing with us. One of them told him that it's like a war movie, whoever talks about their girlfriend or mother will get killed in some horribly improbable and painful manner. So we never discuss things like that."

"Um, ok, what about Annabeth? What can you tell me about her?"

"That's a hard one. Until tonight, I honestly thought her only power was just intelligence, like Percy said, she's SMART! She's got a head for tactics and strategy, would be a national chess champion if she didn't get bored and start playfully throwing pieces at the other player when they take more than two seconds to make a move, she's ADHD like the rest of us. She's really good in combat, though I always thought that was because she's been training since she was six, and unlike Percy and me, she, and Terry as well I suppose, can actually successfully use a ranged weapon."

"You two can't use ranged weapons?!"

"I'm a child of the Earth, Percy is the son of the Sea, air doesn't like us. Once a weapon or projectile leaves contact with us, air will see to it that we miss. We are far more dangerous to our friends than to our enemies when we use bows. So if you ever decide to kill us, stay far away, if you can." He's smirking at the last bit, so something tells me that's not as easy of a proposition as he makes it sound.

"So, based on your previous questions, you're next going to ask me about Rachel right?"

I nod silently letting him carry as much of the conversation as he wants, something tells me, he doesn't get the chance that often.

"Rachel is the 'Oracle of Delphi', kind of. I'm not a hundred percent on how that works or the history behind it, so I can't tell you to much you haven't already seen. The skull face and claws are new, I think, but my experience with her doing actual prophecies is somewhat lacking."

I catch the 'Not Lie' he gave me about Rachel. He doesn't know everything, so he can truthfully say he can't tell me 'Everything' and tried to use that to imply he doesn't know anything but messed up when he said can't. And I just realized how much time I've spent dealing with Fae. He isn't anywhere near as good with not-lies as they are, though I am beginning to wonder how much of what he is saying falls in the not-lie category as well.

"What did you see? When Percy was describing what happened to you guys out in the, I don't even know what to call it, void between dimensions, you looked startled, like you experienced something different. I know, at least in part, that Mercy saw something different, and what it was she saw. That was partly shared down, pack bounds. But what was it you saw?" I hesitate when I say pack bounds, I don't want to get into mating bounds.

He looks REALLY uncomfortable now. "First, it's not between dimensions. A dimension and a plane is still part of the same universe. Hades, Tartarus, etc, they're all different planes of existence, but part of the same universe our earth was part of. A different dimension is just another way to describe seeing more of reality then other people. The fourth dimension, etc. This is a completely different universe, just to get that straight." He then gets a really faraway look to his eyes, "I saw the souls that make up the barrier."

What?! "You saw dead people made into a barrier?"

"NOT THE DEAD! Not the dead! The Not-Born! The souls of those who never existed, those who can never be."

"Why do I get the impression that I'm going to need a bottle of Vodka to understand that?"

"If you've got a bottle handy, I could use a drink just from thinking about them."

"You are not old enough to drink." Does he even know about that law, when was drinking made illegal for children?

"That is such a dumb law, and could only exist in this country." Oh how little he knows about mundane society, "And technically speaking, I would be grandfathered in, since I was born well before that law was made. By my immigration papers, which I actually still have, or had, they're in my cabin, I am in my late seventies."

I laugh at that, he's got a point even if I don't think a court would agree, but I AM trying to get information out of him, and drunk people talk more freely so I get a couple of glasses and some wine, not vodka.

"So, the barrier of our world is made up of, what, unused souls?" That really is a far more disturbing question than I ever imagined I'd ever have a need to ask.

"I'm not really sure, I don't think so, maybe they're just clinging to it like flies on a corpse. They're basically pure possibility, everything that could ever be, everything that might have been, but no more. What they are is nearly impossible to understand, much less describe. They were just floating out there, between the barriers, and they so completely covered the barriers that it looked like it was made of them. Maybe it was? But I THINK that it is more likely that, as possibilities, they cling to the barriers that they still have a chance to be, and float away awhile after they can no longer be to try and find someplace to be."

"I think you are giving me a headache?"

"Trying looking at them! I've seen some pretty whacked out things in my short life, but nothing screams nightmare fodder like the Not-Born." This coming from the kid who had some girls limbs hacked off twice a day (I'm assuming they grow back, probably painfully) because of some sick game she was playing?

"To make matters worse, even though I had my eyes closed, I could still hear them. Occasionally I'd hear one of them scream in pleasure, maybe, sort of, maybe they found some way to be, maybe it just farted, maybe it was a scream of anger or pain." He shudders, "And I'm pretty sure that Ms. O'Leary was 'Helped' by some of them in getting a grip on the barrier. Maybe they were just kind souls, maybe they wanted to screw with us, or you, or maybe they just saw us as an opportunity to finally become. Or maybe I'm just reading too much into random movements and sounds of things I can never fully understand."

"I think that I will be getting the vodka out after all. And I also think that it is a very good thing that the 'River-Devil' can't go there. That is a possibility, no pun intended, that I never want to consider. And might actually be what the old Native Americans seers saw when they said she would eat the world. You kids really have brought a whole new level of 'Screwed Up' to our life."

"Sorry, but this is actually somewhat sedate for us." He's making a joke, but it's based on a part truth, the mind boggles.

"So, Mercy is normally much better at making mental connections than she was today, rescuing you kids took a lot out of her, and the pack. But I'm no slouch. Maybe it's just that I don't WANT to see it, maybe I have and I'm looking for conformation, but I have to ask, to hear one of you kids say it. Who are you guys?!"

Percy

I'm dreaming again. Of everything I dislike about being a half-blood, the dreams are probably the worst. I know that they actually tend to help us, give us information we sometimes desperately need, but really, a few nights of actual rest would be nice every once in a while. Hey, I just thought about it, maybe I can ask Terry to build us a dream-catcher like they sell at Indian craft stores. Maybe she'd shoot me if I ever asked. Maybe that's why I almost never have these types of dreams when I sleep in my mom's room. Oh well, too late for that now.

I can feel another presence, Annabeth, I'm still inside her, we were far more exhausted than we thought when we started and I can even sort of hear a mental snort that sounds just like her. Wow, think of the possibilities for secret communications. A bark of laughter comes down the line, I've been spending too much time with the other kids from the Athena cabin if I'm starting to think of sex as good for secret communications. Even Annabeth doesn't think like that. A purr, yep, we're communicating all right.

Just as I'm about thinking this might be a gift, that we can continue while we're asleep, my perceptions change, and once again, I'm back in the 'Void' whatever you want to call it. Except this time, I'm also seeing it like Annabeth saw it, as MONUMENTAL architecture that completely ignores Euclidian laws of dimensions. It's still nothingness. Darkness, nothingness, void, non-creation, the absence of anything, whatever you want to call it, but its nothingness built with a shape and purpose. Its nothingness shaped by Escher, and completely beyond my ability to understand.

And it all but confirms Annabeth and me are sharing heads right now, I normally have no idea who or what Euclid and Escher are. I can feel her surprise when she realizes that I perceived this 'Place' as completely devoid of anything. I suspect that our powers are reflected in what we see. Since there is no water here, I see nothing, Annabeth however, would see it as great barriers, walls and monuments.

As I watch my dream unfold, I'm seeing us fall through the void again, and I can actually see us split off duplicates, it's like watching cells splitting in science class, incredibly creepy. When Ms. O'Leary manages to get a grip on the wall of nothingness, and it's clear now just how much she was freaking out about that, I watch as several copies of us break away, and I see our convergence with the duplicates from this side. It's like they got sucked into us like water down a drain. We also see something else enter through the barrier a little ways off.

The view shifts, and I see someone strange, with a weird long tongue tucking us into bed, then we're arguing with some young kid I don't know about whether or not he can keep his penguins, then I see us, Annabeth and I, along with a stranger, driving several cars filled with wolves, presumably werewolves as they don't look quite right. Then I see us all fighting some things, they look like giant dogs made from lava, and I see Mercy, presumably dead, being eaten by one of them and I'm not shaped like a human. The view shifts again, farther into the future, and I see us fighting a giant, mutated river snake, then again, I see Terry crying, looking at a computer, and arguing about the possibility of destroying the planet.

The view shifts again, and we're back in the void following a group of us falling past us hanging in mid-nothingness, the other us falls a bit further before landing at the top of some steps and tumbling down them. Hades is there, and is actually acting nice to us, the other us. The view shifts, and I'm fighting with some black kid who is using magic, then we're fighting together to defeat a giant crocodile, and then I'm standing in front of a Roman legion, being accepted into it while Annabeth and the camp search for me, then I'm on a quest with a strange boy and girl from the legion. The girl, it turns out is a second sister of Nico, and the boy is a nephew of sorts, a descendent of dads who can shape change. Then I'm leading the Romans into a battle where I evidently use the body of a god to kill an enemy. These dreams can be really annoying with how much information they give you or don't give you. Then I'm with Annabeth, the two strangers from my quest and three others on a flying ship, then Nico is with us, then Annabeth is fighting a giant spider, and the two of us are falling into Tartarus. I think I like this life better than the one I'm seeing, then I see the two of us struggling across the landscape of hell itself. We look like the images of death camp survivors, our clothes are rags, we're starving and exhausted, barely alive, but we have one hell of a guide, Iapetus. Then we're fighting over an elevator (?) and then we're out.

Next, we're falling through the void, and we land in the middle of a great hallway in a mansion. Several kids, carrying schoolbooks are standing around as well as what are presumably teachers. Hah, those other us landed in a school. I see one of the teachers, male, with weird hair and sideburns, as well as three bone claws sticking out of each hand start to question us then decide we aren't enemies so he'll leave the questions to others while he gets some beer. Dang, that's a school I actually might like.

Then, once again, we're falling and we land on the deck of a carrier. We're almost instantly surrounded by armed guards, including several that, thanks to my powers, I recognize as NCIS agents, so I know that we landed in the middle of some investigation or another, as normally there aren't that many agents aboard.

Then the view shifts, and we land in the middle of the ocean, yay, where we are rescued by aquatic dinosaurs who bring us to some US Navy ships, but ships the size of battleships made from wood and powered by sail, and crewed by cat-monkey cross-breeds and some humans. Then the view shifts and we're fighting Japanese feathered dinosaurs, crewing giant iron ships like the Merrimack. Then the view shifts again, Annabeth is flying a sea plane dropping bombs on a grotesque creature that looks vaguely like the other lizards, I'm on a wooden sailing ship with no crew being sailed and weapons crewed by just my power, cannons blasting away at jap-liz ships while trying to get to a giant creature that looks like a tentacle-rape monster from Japanese animation and a (relatively speaking) modern destroyer steams around the edge of the battle trying to sneak past to raid the coast we're attacking. Meanwhile, Terry and penguin boy are in some city making weapons and putting enchantments of protection on ships, and Nico is leading a charge of ghosts and skeletons and British Redcoats against humans who had one of the cat-monkey people wrapped tightly in barbed wire and nailed to a cross like a very demented version of Christianity.

When the view shifts again, we're back to falling and we land in a corn field near a large city in the middle of Kansas, then we're fighting other people, in costumes with strange powers, then we're fighting by their sides against other people in strange costumes.

Then we're in our beds at Mr. Hauptman's residence and some strange man with weird eyes and long tongue is putting a blanket over the house, whispering soothing sounds to us.

Then, we're falling again, and we land in a field only to have Terry and me stepped on by a giant robot. Annabeth tries to fry it with a lightning bolt (when'd she get that power) and thankfully we both survive, Terry is resistant to metal it seems and my larger form helped reduce the pressure on her, while another robot is shouting over a PA system, and presumably a radio, to stop the exercise because civilians are on the training grounds. Then the view shifts and I'm on a space ship having no problem with the lack of water (either it's 'The Sea of Space' or that it's a space SHIP) and we're all piloting some of those giant robots, though Annabeth's can turn into a space plane, fighting other giant robots with insignias that look like green birds.

Then Mercy's cat is running for its life and hiding under our bed, its hairs drifting around the room, settling on us, affecting the magic blanket on us.

Then, we're falling and landing in a huge rundown city in a massive building that was just taken over by a gang, at some point we end up helping some cops, a murderously violent cop and a rookie telepathic cop, then I'm standing over some children, protecting them with my body and shield while the gang rips their homes apart with a massive amount of gun fire from electric Gatling guns. Then we're walking out to be greeted by more cops, then next we're helping them defeat the four cops of the apocalypse. Don't ask, I don't understand either.

Next we land in the middle of an investigation being held by the FBI and the equivalent agency from two different Earths, hey, maybe we can dream about them again sometime because that world obviously has someone on it who understands travel between universes.

Then we were fighting First World War era Germans in San Francisco, then Japanese on land in Hawaii, then Russians during the Second World War.

Then, we're back in the void, except this time, we've interrupted a convoy, flock, caravan, whatever, of large, mechanical spiders, many of which are knocked in various directions, at least one of which passes by a group of us hanging in mid-nothingness (maybe it WAS us), then we're fighting the things, one of them found my weak spot and has borrowed in and taken control of me, Annabeth is crying and trying to kill this NOT-ME while Nico flings Terry and Rachel away, Ms. O'Leary is already dead, then Nico attacks with his sword and cane while Terry unleashes hell from her gun while drifting further away.

Then I see a different group of us who are also caught up in the battle, being able to see the other us, except that this group, Annabeth is taken over, and only I survive, horribly injured, I fall through the wall of nothingness into what at first appears to be this same world, but both Mercy and Jesse look younger. I'm set upon by a werewolf who, since I've been injured so badly by the NOT-Annabeth, is able to maul me enough to become one.

Then I see this world's version of Mercy standing in front of weird tongue man holding Λύκος in a confrontational manner, maybe, the sword seems to be invisible so maybe he doesn't see it, while at the same time, he continues to sooth and comfort us in our sleep. How neat is that, though the blanket seems to be getting itchy, or maybe just loose.

Then we see Terry and Rachel landing in an alley way were they immediately get caught up in a fight between a younger version of the robot pilot from earlier in the dream, all the while crying for our loss, then they're helping them fight the green bird men by building better robots and reciting prophecy.

Next, we land in a lounge in the middle of a giant castle, surrounded by weirdly dressed men and women holding sticks, one of them says something and Annabeth is held upside down in midair. When her dress comes down, I, along with everyone in the room, realize that she was going commando, probably the surprise she told me I had in store from her. Highly embarrassed, she unleashes with lightning again, more effective this time, on greasy hair stick holder who cast the spell holding her. Then Rachel is giving a prophesy, then we are in a strange store buying those weird sticks, causing Mr. grumpy old clerk to lose patience until we get ones he's satisfied with. Mine is actually made of coral with a pegasus feather at the core, Annabeth's is made from wood taken from a lightning struck stump and containing a feather from some type of magical owl, while Nico's is made from bone, holding inside a phoenix feather, though strangely, grumpy clerk says something about different phoenixes, Rachel's, he mentions will be very good for divinations (oh how little he knows), Terry's is made from some sort of magical, metallic tree, and containing the hair from something called a Veela. Next we see Rachel chasing a toad-like woman around the castle reciting presumably fake prophecy, while the rest of us fly bat winged horses that can only be seen by some of us along with six other kids to a phone booth in London where we go underground and get into a big fight with other weirdly dressed people casting spells.

Then we see Mercy and long tongue man arguing some more while he somehow continues to whisper soothing sounds, then we're back to…What?...

Oh HELL NO!