A/N: So, I know I only just updated yesterday, but here I am again! I know I have some people waiting for the next "Bad Timing" chapter, and I promise I'm working on it. It's just that I'm super excited for this story and need to get it out. Also, everyone out there has been awesome. I've gotten a ton of support, so thank you for that. Anyways, do you kind of understand the title now? I hope you get it. I've just always thought it was weird that in the real world Starbucks is everywhere, but the only coffee shop they ever go to in The Flash is Jitters.

Shoutouts: Thanks to AACM25 for favoriting and to tagerung, suzga, AACM25, Stafisch, WhiteWolf Lover2004, and FisherTheFish for following! Now for review responses.

AACM25: Thanks, and I think so too. And I thought it'd be pretty funny if Percy's doppleganger was a criminal. Don't worry, Percy'll figure out he can't get home pretty soon. As for the techie stuff, that's in this chapter. :)

Zaydozer: So, you liked that? I just thought that since no one else showed us Percy's doppelganger, I should do something about that. Enjoy this chapter! :)

Third Person POV at STAR Labs

A few hours after Barry had run back into the Cortex gasping for air and with water in his lungs, Cisco was typing away on his tablet. He hit a button on the device and it beeped, prompting Cisco to leap up shouting, "I got it!"

Barry, who was close to nodding off, looked up from his position at the desk. "Got what?"

"How to neutralize our meta's powers," Cisco clarified impatiently. Barry immediately sat up straighter, Joe stopped leaning on the wall and looking off into the distance, and Caitlin glanced up from...whatever she was doing with that microscope. "See, I figure he was underwater, or maybe even drowning, the night the particle accelerator exploded. The dark matter then basically infused the water into his DNA. Now water, as you should know, is extremely polar because the oxygen atom has so much more mass than the two hydrogen atoms. I think our meta uses the polarization of his DNA to pull other water molecules in any direction."

"What about that thing he did where the water got all hard?" Joe asked.

Cisco lifted his index finger before guessing, "I think he basically turned the water into ice without the cold." Seeing that this was not helping Joe's understanding of the problem at hand, Cisco elaborated. "Okay, so naturally, water becomes a solid at zero degrees Celsius, or about thirty-two degrees fahrenheit. Well, if this meta can control water molecules, then he could force the molecules into a fixed position without using temperature to change the state of matter."

Joe nodded. This made a little more sense. "I think maybe I can rig something up to neutralize the polarization in his DNA temporarily. I just have to figure out what to use…"

Barry nodded encouragingly. "And his accomplice? What are we doing about her?"

"I didn't see anyone else," Caitlin chimed in. "Was he working with someone?"

"Mm-hm. While I was fighting him, I saw this owl flying around in the sky." His friends gave him exasperated looks. "Guys, it was the middle of the day. And when the owl landed on one of the buildings, it shape-shifted into a blonde girl. I think she was scouting for him or something."

"We'll figure something out, I'm sure," Joe said with a vague wave of his hand.

"Do we know who he is yet?" Barry inquired.

"Actually, yes." Cisco hit a key on the computer and Caitlin, Joe, and Barry came to stand over by the screen. "This guy actually doesn't have a criminal record, so it was harder to find him than we expected. Eventually we found him, though. In his high school yearbook."

Caitlin shook her head. "The young ones are always the saddest."

"His name's Peter Johnson," Barry read from off the screen. "He and his girlfriend Annabel Chase just graduated high school. Apparently they were out on a date at the beach when the accelerator went boom. Peter went under and...yup, almost drowned. His heart stopped for two minutes. Do you think he could be working with his girlfriend?" Barry asked before glancing down at the picture from the high school yearbook. When he saw the pictures on screen, he nearly jumped out of his skin.

Caitlin looked over sharply. "What's wrong, Barry? Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah," he managed to stutter. "It's just, I met this kid at Jitters. He was new in town; didn't even know who the Flash was."

Joe sighed. "Well, he may have been new before the explosion, but he obviously knows what's going on now."

"No, Joe. You don't understand. I met that kid this morning literally a minute before the meta alert app went off. I did say that he didn't know who the Flash was, right?" Joe realized that his reasoning was kind of stupid, since the Flash hadn't existed prior to the particle accelerator explosion. "He said his name was Percy Jackson," Barry continued, "and it didn't sound like he was lying."

"Well, he must have been," Caitlin shrugged. "But wait; that doesn't match up. A minute before he attacked you he was in a coffee line?"

Barry nodded. "Mm-hm."

Cisco's computers wailed for a moment before the engineer silenced them. He glanced up at Barry. "Meta alert. It's Johnson again. Facial recognition just picked him up at Seaview and Apollo." Cisco paused for a moment. "Apollo. A disappointing name for a street. I would've come up with something cooler."

Caitlin rolled her eyes at her friend's antics while Barry called out, "I'm going after him!"

Joe sighed with an eye roll of his own. "Of course he is."

"Comns are already open," Cisco said heavily.

Percy's POV

I quickly lowered my head and vacated my place in line, mind racing. What the Hades had I just seen? Okay, that actually wasn't the question. I knew what I had seen. I'd seen myself attacking some speedy superhero. But how? How could it be me? I mean sure, the half-blood on the screen had the same powers as me, but I had literally been standing in a coffee shop while the attack was happening.

So what now? I had been wanted before, back when I was twelve, but this was taking things to a whole new level. This time, someone with my face had committed a crime, but I was completely innocent. Okay, I was sort of kind of responsible for the Chimera blowing up the Arch, in an indirect way. But should I hide? Try to contact camp again? The second one might be a little better.

I waited a few hours to try and let things settle down a little more before contacting my friends. Don't ask how, but I eventually found a place to hide. As soon as I thought enough time had passed, I once more headed into an alley to Iris message camp, glancing at the street names as I went. Seaview and Apollo. How very appropriate. I controlled a little water and made the rainbow again. I threw a drachma into the rainbow and called out the customary...summons, I guess you'd say, but couldn't make the connection. The drachma fell to the ground once again.

I bent over and picked the coin up. "I don't get it," I muttered. "Why won't Iris take the-" I was cut off by a red streak appearing in front of me. I quickly shoved the drachma into my pocket, unwilling to show the rare gold coin to someone who would probably think I stole it. Why was the Flash here? Then I remembered what happened in the coffee shop. Oh, gods. He thought I was the demigod that attacked him. "Look, man," I held up my hands, making sure my sleeve still covered the Roman legionnaire tattoo. Let's just say that the thing had caused some...problems before. "I didn't attack you. I know this sounds nuts, but-"

"Save it, Johnson," the Flash cut me off for the second time. "You can make excuses later. For now, you're coming with me."

"Johnson? Who's Johnson? Hang on…" I peered closely at the Flash. Luckily, he was close enough that I could see his green eyes. So not Mr. D, then. I should've known; Dionysus was much fatter. I leaned back. "Never mind."

"Um...right. You're coming with me."

"Right," I snorted. "So you can, what? Lock me up in your secret prison? Also, you already said that. You should come up with something new. Like..."You were too slow." Yeah. That'd work, see, 'cause you're fast."

"Um…" the Flash shifted uncomfortably from left to right. "Right. Wait, why would you think I have a secret prison?" I raised one eyebrow suspiciously, and the Flash suddenly got defensive. "So what? I have a prison. I kind of need it for people like you."

"Unbelieveable." My mind raced. There was no way I could outrun this guy, for obvious reasons, but if I could call Blackjack or Mrs. O'Leary I could get back to camp and, hopefully, escape. I needed a diversion. "No way!" I shouted suddenly pointing at a skyscraper in the distance. "There's a giant gorilla on that building over there!"

I wasn't really hopeful that the Flash would fall for it. It was kind of an insane thing to say, but I guess it was my lucky day. The Flash spun around instantly, muttering a curse under his breath. "I swear, if it's Grodd again…" I didn't really listen to the rest. I was busy running away.

I dove around the corner and whistled, hoping that either my dog or my horse would hear me. I kept running for a few seconds and wondered where Mrs. O'Leary was. With her shadow-traveling, she should have been here a while ago. And besides, I had maybe ten seconds at best before the Flash figured out I was foxing and caught me.

Then I saw the bridge, maybe two hundred feet from where I was and thought Hmm… I'm not exactly fond of jumping off bridges, because it makes me look a little crazy. Especially since I know I don't have anything to worry about. I have been known to jump off a bridge screaming, "I'M COMING FOR YOU, YOU SON OF A FISH!"

Yeah, that was not my finest moment. Let's just say that I was having a bad day, got really mad at a sardine that was annoying me, and jumped off a bridge and into the harbor to give the fish a talking-to.

This time, I climbed up over the railing and looked back. I saw a red blur starting to move towards me and jumped off the edge. While falling, I placed my hands behind my head and looked up into the face of the Flash. He looked sad, like he wished he could've "saved" me. I started laughing and yelled, "Your city needs a Starbucks!" Then I broke through the surface of the water.