A/N: Hola! So I did some homework for the day :3 go me! Now I can write you chapter four! But I'm also going to apologize because I have a lot of serious emotional issues I need to address. So if I delay in updating, it's either because of homework or I need to get help with some of my problems. Thank you for understanding. ALL OF YOUR REVIEWS MAKE ME SMILE AND FEEL TINGLY INSIDE! I love all of my readers

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Chapter 4

~Percy's P.O.V~

Percy stood outside of his father's office, hands wringing uncomfortably. He dressed himself in a white polo and dress coat, his slacks a tan and his shoes a dark brown. He had been standing in front of the door to his father's office for about ten minutes, the soft click of his father's laptop coming through the doors. One or two mumbled conversations had come and went in the time period, and Percy knew that it was time to ask. It was now or never, and never wasn't an option.

He took in a breath through his nose, calming his raging heart that took over his hearing, and he knocked three times on his father's door. The low 'enter' that came from inside made Percy's heart jump, but he swallowed it own and stepped in, taking in his father's office for the first time.

Percy had truly never been in there. Ever. He was terrified to bother his father while he was working, and he never got the courage to visit him.

The room was an elegant office, it looking like the size of a corporate office in an important company. This desk was a combination of steel and glass, is being covered in papers and his laptop. Two black chairs were stationed in front of the desk, the swivel chair behind the desk matching their style. The large, square windows let in the morning light, sunlight shinning over the surface of everything. There was a long, black table holding more papers behind the desk, and a modern lap was perched next to the windows in the corner of the room. Percy had to admit that it was a fashionable office, but that didn't make it any less intimidating.

Poseidon sat at the chair, his head still angled down at the laptop. He didn't look up at Percy, nor did he address him. He sported a full black suit, his hair prim and proper, and Percy felt the room heat up. Poseidon wasn't a man to mess with, and Percy was attempting to pull the biggest scam on his father that had ever been done. Could he do it? He wasn't sure. Did he want to do it? Absolutely not. Would he do it? Yeah… he would. And no a fierce blonde with a talent for nicknames wasn't his only inspiration.

"What is it Percy, I'm very busy." Poseidon mused, hand writing furiously. Annoyance licked his words, and Percy's eyes shot to the floor.

"Father," he started weakly, hands clasped behind his back, "I've been thinking a lot lately and I've decided on something. I would be completely and totally honored if you'd allow me to shadow you at your work. Let me follow in your footsteps and watch how it runs, so maybe one day I could take over the company after you." He proposed, eyes shifting up from the floor to look at the man.

Poseidon was completely still. His eyes were trained directly on Percy's face, studying his eldest son. The gazed made Percy want to squirm and run away, but he kept his ground, eyes clashing with his father's. The man stared, truly puzzled, and he slowly stood, still facing his son.

"You're serious about this?"

"More serious than I've ever been," Percy confirmed. His fingers twitched and twirled behind his back, but no signs of moment were visible to his father.

In Poseidon's mind it was all too good to be true, but he wasn't going to waste the opportunity. If Percy wanted to work with him, then so be it. He'd let him, and he'd take immense pride in the fact his son wanted to own the business after him. It was not only a dream come true, but it was a bragging right as well.

"You'll come to work with me and follow what I do?"

"Yes."

"You'll learn my ways and put them to use, fully excepting our rich and successful life style?"

"Yes Sir."

"You'll even show pride in the fact you are a Jackson and are better than most people?"

"… Yes."

Poseidon stepped around his desk and moved in front of his son. Percy thought for a moment that his dad didn't by it, he'd be drug out by the ears, and disowned as a child. But instead, Poseidon held out his hand, and a smile crept up onto his face.

"Well done son, I'm proud of you. You've finally made a good decision in your life." The words stung Percy like acid, his internal self knowing his father disapproved of him until that moment, but he smiled back and shook hands none the less, completing the first part of his being in the Revolution.

~~~~~~~~~Break~~~~~~~~~

"So did they chew you up and spit you out yesterday?" Grover asked, sitting across from Percy at their lunch table. They each had their tray, Beckendorf and Grover being Percy's only company and the raven haired boy shook his head, fork pushing around the cheep food as his eyes stayed down.

"Are you kidding?" Beckendorf beamed, nudging Grover happily, "They accepted him happily! There was a small scuffle which Percy somehow perfectly concealed with makeup," a smirk grazed Percy's lips as Beckendorf continued, "but in the end, he was given one of the most important jobs ever!"

"That's great Perce!" Grover beamed, his sudden smile turning to a frown when he noticed Percy's down behavior, "You alright bro?"

Was he alright? Percy wasn't too sure anymore. He had told his father he wanted to be like him and was told he was a letdown until then in the same morning. To top that, Percy managed to hear his father telling K. Ronos over the phone that his son finally stopped being a screw up and got some sense into him. So no, Percy really wasn't doing well, but that only gave him more on an incentive to complete his part and bring his father to his knees. Poseidon wasn't proud of him? Fine, Percy would do something that would not only shock him, but it would change his whole view on Percy. Completely turn against him.

The teen sighed quietly, looking up and to the side, away from his friends, speaking quietly, "I just thin-" but he was caught up in what he saw.

Two figures stood at the entrance, both looking a tad out of place.

The first was completely out of his time era, but he managed to pull it off somehow. He displayed a black pair of leather brogan accompanied by charcoal railhead pants. A deepen grey brigade vest covered a fine black dress shirt, and to tie the whole look off, he sported a rust silk puff tie and a gold pocket watch that was carefully tucked away in his vest pocket. Percy thought hard and remembered his name was Nico. He looked classy and stylish, with hits of Goth and a different time era, but Percy grew curious on why he was there.

Next to him was Silena, a small nip of disappointment filling Percy as he saw it wasn't Annabeth. Silena looked good none the less. She wore something very similar in Nico's time era, but she had modernized it a tad. To start, she wore a Brynn classic corset, which indeed turned some heads. A pair of black skinny jeans hugged her legs happily, and brandy colored steeple Victorian boots covered over the bottom of the jeans. Adding a little flair to the look, she managed to somehow pull off wearing a tilted to the side deluxe felt brown derby, her style class but badass, just like her. But despise the outfits; Percy just wanted to know why they were there. (A/N: K guys real quick, I just want their looks to be slightly steampunk. If you go to .com, you will seriously see most of the things I mentioned, but I put more modern flairs on them.)

The two, arm in arm, slowly strolled over to their table, and Beckendorf was the first one up. Pecking his lady softly on the cheek, the giant moved his arm around her even if he was as confused as Percy was. The girl nodded at them, staying close to Beckendorf, and she bubbly addressed them each.

"Hey Charlie, Pretty Boy," Percy guessed his nickname wasn't going away anytime soon, "and I guess you must Grover? Beck's told us a bit about you."

The curly haired boy looked a bit flustered, his face blushing a bit at the girl, and he simply nodded, smiling sheepishly.

"Hi."

"As much as I'm glad you're here Silen and Nico, but why are you here?" Beckendorf asked, sitting back down and taking the girl with him. Nico followed their suit and sat next to Percy, glancing at his pocket watch before speaking, his elbows leaning on the table. His hair was a tad neater than when Percy first met him, and Percy had to give the kid credit for his charm.

"We have an important meeting tonight, we need you both there. A… um, let's say, problem has arrived." Nico addressed, fingers stroking his chin a bit. He seemed a bit up tight, his eyes signaling it was more than a small problem, and Percy tensed a bit.

Had something happened? Was somebody hurt? He had just joined the group, gained the slight trust of his father, and now things were going bad? Was that really his luck?

"How serious is it?" Percy wondered, eyes shifting between Silena and Nico, looking for some sort of answer.

Silena smiled reassuringly, it wavering a tad with flecks of worry, as she coolly replied, "Nothing we can't handle. You all enjoy the rest of your school day and we'll see you at the place when you get done." She started to stand, giving Beckendorf one last goodbye.

Nico stood a bit quicker, adjusting his tie, and holding out his arm for Silena. She took it happily, the two practically sauntering out with all eyes following them, small and hushed whispers spreading around the cafeteria. They were quiet a pair.

Percy turned back to Beck, his rough face in total thought, and Percy asked the first thing that popped into his head.

"Why aren't they in school?"

Given the gravity of their last conversation and the randomness of Percy's question, he expected the laugh that left Beckendorf, hoping he'd answer the question none the less.

The giant calmed down after a moment, extremely amused.

"Nico is rich enough to die without school," he explained as if it were obvious, "and Silena is to the point where doesn't care anymore. Maybe, after the Revolution, she'll start up where she left up, but until then, she's with Annabeth all day at the hide out."

"Wise Girl doesn't even go to school?"

Charles chuckled, shaking his head, "She tested out of school when she was fourteen. The girl is a genius. She doesn't need school anymore. She'll go to college once this has all blown over, but right now she just spends her time planning and keeping everything in check."

Percy would be lying if he said he wasn't impressed, but he wasn't surprised. It took true brain to plan something like this, and he had a hunch that the girl was freaky smart.

"Well what do you think the problem is?"

Charles shrugged, shaking his head.

"I couldn't tell you. But whatever, it has to be big enough to have Annie send Nico and Silena out into broad day light. Whatever it is, I'm not looking forward to it."

~~~~~~Break~~~~~

The Revolution wasn't the only ones with problems, and Percy was fate's problem victim when he was forced on his first shadowing with his father after school. He tried hard to make up excuses on why he couldn't go to the shipping building, but his father insisted, instructing Percy to dress in his finest and get ready to meet the company. There was absolutely no way out of it, and Percy knew that. He slowly retreated to his room, informing Beckendorf over text of his situation, and he pulled his funeral suit out for use.

At the company, the heads dressed the best, and the slums looked the worse. Even if Percy wasn't the head, he was still related to one. His father had drilled presentation into Percy's mind, even from a young age. That's why all of Percy's science fair projects looked the best. Poseidon was a freak about appearance. If he was honest with himself, Percy didn't give two flips about what others thought about him, yet he knew his father did. Appearance was key, and if dressing nice and acting snobby is what it took for Percy to get information; he'd do the best acting job of his life.

Outside, the building was ginormous. It glistened with glass windows, and the name Jackson was in giant letters across the top. It was in a shape similar to the Empire State Building, the point at the top baring the K. Ronos flag, black fabric with a pocket watch in the middle, and Percy shook his head, following his father inside.

Inside, the company was like any other company. Big, busy, and bustling with work. His father stayed away from the lower decks, that area reserved for loading and unloading of shipments, and Poseidon simply didn't have time to deal with that. Instead, he took Percy straight to the top, the glass elevator flying up wards with incredible speeds. Percy's stomach flipped once or twice, the elevator worse than a rocket ship, and he would've kissed the ground of their floor if his father hadn't been there. His nerves mixed with the elevator ride gave Percy no confidence at all, and he was glad he put extra deodorant on, or he'd have pit stains the size of Africa under his arms.

People at desks sat in small blocks, typing and talking on phones, one or two addressing Poseidon as they walked by. The whole office was modernized, and Percy couldn't help but be taken back. New equipment, new floors, new walls, new… everything. Percy wondered how much it cost, but then he shook his head, knowing he didn't want to know. His father was building new buildings with money that could go to better causes. Yeah, Percy didn't want to know.

They entered his office, and it was a similar replica to the one at their house. Sleek, modern, and functional. Poseidon sat in his head chair, Percy standing at his side, as soon as they entered, and people would rush in at random times just to talk to him.

"Mr. Jackson, line one has an order for you."

"Mr. Jackson, your coffee."

"Mr. Jackson, you have a visitor."

All the attention made Percy's head spin, even when it wasn't directed at him. How his father could so this on a daily basis baffled him, and he merely tried to keep his head facing the right direction as Poseidon took care of it all.

About an hour into the shadowing and an hour of Percy worrying about what the heck was going on at the Revolution, a familiar face walked in.

Hermes strolled in, clip board in hand and pen tapping it. He looked like he was vibrating, moving so quickly and keeping track of so many things, and Percy watched him with curiosity. He would've watched the whole interaction between Poseidon and Hermes, but something else caught his eye.

Standing behind Hermes, hands behind his back and posture straight, was a boy around Percy's age, maybe even a tad older.

He had blonde hair, cropped short to be out of his face. His expression was solid and perfect, mimicking a statue. He wore a grey suit, everything prim and neat, and he held a slight air of arrogance to him. The one thing that threw Percy off was the scar that plagued his face. The ugly white line was hard to miss, and Percy couldn't help but look at it.

The boy's eyes shifted to his, and the sharp blued eyes stared into Percy. Percy grew uncomfortable with the stare, it analyzing and classifying him, and his heart sped up even more when the boy smirked the slightest bit. He was studying Percy, and he clearly saw Percy as nothing of a threat. Percy may have not learned any big facts about shipments that day, but as he watched the other boy leave the office, he knew there was a person Annabeth and the others purposely left out from him.

And Percy was not too keen in being kept in the dark.

~~~~~Break~~~~~

After leaving the company, thankfully it wasn't too awful so Percy wasn't scarred, he changed into more comfortable clothing and booked it to the hide out, needing so relief after his day. He wanted to hang around the front room for a long while like before, having the intent of making more friends in the cause, but that wasn't the plan.

After Beckendorf saw him, his butt was rushed upstairs and pushed into Annabeth's office. She was moving around like a mad person, and Percy just watched her for a moment. She didn't even seem to notice him as she sorted papers and looked into different books for something she kept muttering to herself about.

He cleared his throat after a moment, hands gliding into his pocket and small smirk grazing his face when she jumped, becoming aware of his presence.

"Oh Hey, you're here. So how'd it go?" Annabeth questioned, looking terribly flustered as she spoke to Percy. Her blonde hair was falling out of its ponytail, her grey eyes darting from paper to paper, and her hands were frantic. She was looking for something, or missing something, Percy couldn't tell which.

"Fine I guess. Didn't learn much today, but when I go again I'll try to learn more and get info for you guys." He responded, still watching her, becoming a bit nervous for her well being.

"I do have a question for you though Wise Girl." He quipped, moving closer to her desk, sea-green eyes analyzing her.

She kept moving, giving him a quick 'Uh huh" for him to continue, ignoring the nickname.

He sighed, hesitant to ask, but then he nodded once, getting the guts and bluntly asking, "Who was that blonde boy with the scar that I saw following Hermes around the place?"

That was like a brake switch to the anxious girl. She completely stopped moving, eyes cast straight down at her desk. Her breath was shallow and her mind so deep in thought, Percy thought he broke her just by bring it up. Her grey eyes flooded with memories, none that Percy could place, and her hands trembled a tad around the paper she was holding, her body still not moving from its slouched position.

Before he could seriously worry, about to snap in front of her face or grab cold water, another voice spoke up, bringing them both out of their trances.

"His name is Luke, and he's an asshole who betrayed us."

Percy turned and came face to face with what he believed to be the problem that was mentioned earlier.

Not a problem, two problems.

One with a beard and thousand year old eyes, and one with black hair and electric blue eyes that terrified your being from the inside out.

A/N: OK OK I KNOW this is crap, just… don't be too mean. I'm tired and I stay up wayyyyy too late working on this. I need sleep… Night all my amazing readers! Please review and tell me what you think, and PLEASE don't be too harsh! I love you all so much that I sacrifice sleep for you all :3. ALSO If you all do not like how I portray people, I apologize. This is just how I wanted them in the story, and I plan to keep them. Especially Nico. I know he has baggage and all, but I don't want him to be a dark mo who hates everyone. I want to make a class guy who's matured enough to know how to hide feelings, keeping a charm on the exterior for anyone who's IF ANYONE DID FANART FOR THIS I WOULD LOVE YOU FOREEEEEEEEEEEEVER! :3