A/N: I'm back with another chapter! This is starting to look like it could be a pretty long story...yay! Ah, I love writing these interactions. You know, sometimes I wish someone would invent a device that would let you make movies with your mind. Like, you picture the characters, what they say, what they do, and then it appears on screen! I would've made so many movies by now...

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Percy's POV

I walked out of that room as quickly as I could, unsure of what I had just done. The gods don't have DNA. They were going to ask me why I wasn't a puddle of goo on the floor once they found out I only have half a DNA helix, and then I'd either have to come up with some excuse or tell them the truth. I was leaning more towards the second one, partly because I wasn't sure I could come up with a believable excuse, and partly because it would be a lot easier to motivate if they understood how dangerous my girlfriend was.

I wandered through the corridors for a while, trying to familiarize myself with the building I was in. Somehow, I ended up in the prison that the Flash, or Barry, I guess, had locked me in before.

There were still glass shards everywhere from when I smashed the cell door open. I could see Me-2 leaning against the wall of his cell looking bored.

"What's your name?" I asked. "Is it still Percy, or what?"

Me-2 looked up quickly at the prospect of conversation. "You have an English name, but you're American? That's one of the strangest things I've ever heard."

"I'm named after the Greek dude," I corrected. "Only hero to ever actually live happily ever after."

"Hmm. Thankfully, my mother gave me a sensible name: Peter. Peter Johnson."

I nearly choked on my laughter. "Peter Johnson? This has got to be the Fates messing with me." Me-2 - Peter looked confused, and for a good reason. I can be quite cryptic when I want to be. What's that you say? Okay, okay, shut up. I get it. I'm not cryptic at all. Sheesh. "It's just that, on my...earth, I have this camp director, Dion- Mr. D, who always calls me Peter Johnson. He refuses to learn any camper's name correctly."

Peter cocked his head to the side, considering me. "The Greek gods are real on your earth, aren't they?"

"W-why would you think that?" I stuttered.

"First off: I'm a genius, as I've said before. Second: you're a moron, so I can see right through your little tricks. You keep mentioning Greek names, Greek deities, everything you've said has had something to do with the Greeks!"

"I feel like that's a bit of an exaggeration right there…"

"It's called a hyperbole."

"Yeah, I'm never gonna remember that."

"I, like, totally feel the same way," Annabel broke in from my left. "I can never understand like, anything he says, but I love him anyways," she finished with a sigh.

"I don't get you," I mused. "Peter, or whatever you want to call him, has my powers but you...you have powers my Annabeth doesn't."

"That's because we're different from your Annabeth," Peter sneered. "You're demigods, aren't you?"

"And you're not?"

Peter rolled his eyes. "No. We're metahumans."

"Yeah, I just got here, so I have no idea what that means."

Peter let out an exasperated sigh. "About two years ago, a particle accelerator was blown up by that guy I mentioned earlier: Eobard Thawne. At the time, we knew him as Harrison Wells. The accelerator released dark matter-" he caught my nonplussed look, "weird stuff into the city. This stuff changed some people's DNA and gave them powers. We were two of the people affected. If I hadn't been, I would've drowned."

"Okay..." I paused for a second trying to process things. "So you were drowning, you get water powers. What about Annabel? As far as I can tell, she just randomly turns into a bird."

"We're...not sure," Peter admitted. "But Annabel's always had a deep connection with animals. Especially birds, and owls at that."

Who knows where our conversation would've gone after that? No one. Because we were interrupted by my...frenemy (with emphasis on either enemy or fr, I can't tell) speeding down to come and get me. "So, something's up with your blood…" he started.

"I told you so," I grumbled.

"You're going to have to tell them," Peter warned. I ignored him, only pausing to stick my tongue out at him as Barry and I were walkin away. Maturity is a grand thing, you know.

A few minutes later, Barry and I were back in that giant round room full of computers and other stuff I would generally destroy on sight so that I wasn't met with yet another army of monsters out for my blood. When I walked in, everyone turned to stare at me (again).

"So," Joe started. "You wanna tell us why you only have half a DNA helix? I don't know much about science but I'm pretty sure that's impossible."

"Well, I really don't want to tell you, but I think based on your facial expressions that I don't have a choice."

"No," Harry broke in. "You really don't."

"Cool," I said sarcastically. "Are you sure you want to know?" I asked nervously, unsure of how to start. "Because what I'm about to tell you is kind of a secret and if you were to come to my earth, it could potentially kill you."

Cisco guessed, "Were you involved in some kind of...illegal activity?"

I paused for a moment. Was living in camp run by children and a centaur, conducting quests across the globe, destroying the occasional building or bus, and saving the world every once in a while illegal? "Well, most of the authorities don't really know about it, so...maybe."

"Too bad," Caitlin commented. "Most of the doppelganger we've seen have been the opposite of their counterparts. I guess we were hoping if you were a criminal on this earth, you'd be a hero on yours."

"Ouch," I sighed. "Then again, you don't really know the whole story, so that's okay. Look, you remember when I started shouting about Zeus and Poseidon and you guys started thinking I was crazy? Well, I was trying to check if there were Greek gods here because on my earth...they're real. Yeah, if I said what I said back on my earth, I would be a pile of ashes right now. If my father wasn't watching, that is, 'cause Zeus doesn't want my dad mad at him."

Iris (like the flower or the goddess?) raised an eyebrow. "Then who's your dad?"

I started fidgeting with my hands idly. How do I explain this? "So, you know how in the old stories, the gods would have kids with mortals, and they would go around doing a bunch of crazy stuff? Yeah, I'm one of those. We're called demigods, or half-bloods if you prefer. My dad is Poseidon, god of the sea. Which means my life is crazier and more dangerous than other demigods'."

Unsurprisingly, I was met with a bunch of skeptical expressions. "This explains your abnormally messed up DNA how?" Barry broke in.

"Well, gods don't have DNA, so what you're seeing right there is all my mom. Sally Jackson; wonderful lady. But abnormally messed up? I've never seen anything that was normally messed up."

"All metahumans' DNA is different in some way from a normal human being's, but not this different," Caitlin explained.

"Okay, great," I responded. "Now, can you figure out where I'm from? Those friends of mine that I mentioned? Yeah, they're demigods too and get a little murderous at times. Our instinct is kind of like...attack first and ask questions later. And did I mention? We attack with swords. And daggers. And the occasional shotgun. Although, the weapons might not actually work on any of you." Everyone gave me that You're crazy look again, so I explained, "Our weapons our made of Celestial bronze. Like my sword here, Riptide." I pulled it out and showed it to them. "Celestial bronze is modified by magic to not harm mortals. But if you're DNA is different…"

"Let's test it!" Cisco said excitedly. "Barry heals fast, so Percy can just chop away or whatever."

Barry looked at Cisco like, Thanks. I'm really feeling your concern for my well-being.

I was starting to like Cisco. He definitely reminded me of Leo, what with the tech stuff and the general craziness. But that plan was a horrible one. "I'm not sure you want me to just chop away. If I'm right and Celestial bronze can hurt metahumans, I'd probably cut him in half or something. I could just try a little tiny cut though."

"Sure," Barry agreed hopelessly.

"Uh, if you're gonna do the hand, take the glove of first, Barry. I don't need another hole in my suit." If I didn't know better, I would've said that was Leo.

Barry rolled his eyes, but took off one of the gloves and set it down on a nearby table. I raised Riptide up slightly, lowering it slowly towards his hand. "This'll only take a second. Sorry if I chop off your hand. Here we go!" I slid Riptide over Barry's hand with hardly any pressure, drawing blood everywhere the sharp edge touched. "Congrats," I told him. "You are now the first mortal to be harmed by Celestial bronze."

"Wonderful," Barry responded. But I noticed that the cut was already healed. Handy.

"Anyways," Caitlin started, "we haven't been able to figure out what earth you're from yet, because we thought we only had half a sample. I should be able to figure it out pretty soon though."

I nodded. "Good." How long had I been here again? Maybe three and a half days? Wonderful. Everyone back home was going to kill me.

Well, we were all just kind of standing there doing nothing when a dagger decided to imbed itself in Barry's shoulder. The force behind the knife made Barry stagger forward a little bit and clutch the spot where the dagger broke through the front of the suit.

"Barry!" Joe shouted, which was kind of unnecessary. It was a natural reaction, I guess. In one motion, the cop pulled his gun out it's holster and pointed it at the open doorway, which Barry had now vacated.

Yeah, apparently, these people really needed to work on their security. Or at least stop standing in front of open doorways that are at blind corners. Someone had just waltzed in and thrown a dagger at Barry, and I had a feeling I knew who it was.