A/N: I do not own the Percy Jackson series Kane Chronicles or The Stand Cut or Uncut version. I have however posted 'The Tales of...' series. This story takes place after The Tales of Magicians and Demigods: The Crown of Ptolemy but before the events of Trials of Apollo. Before reading this I suggest to read if you haven't yet:

The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Early Adventures
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Lightning Thief
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Sea of Monsters
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Titan's Curse
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Magical Labyrinth
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Stolen Chariot
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Sword of Hades
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Bronze Dragon
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Last Olympian
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Staff of Hermes
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Lost Hero
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Quest for Buford
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Son of Neptune
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Mark of Athena
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The House of Hades
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Blood of Olympus
The Tales of Magicians and Demigods: The Son of Sobek
The Tales of Magicians and Demigods: The Staff of Serapis
The Tales of Magicians and Demigods: The Crown of Ptolemy

Also I'm going to let this out. On rough decisions based on what I know from The Stand, any mystical creatures Monsters, and automatons that are usually associated which characters from The Tales of and/or Percy Jackson won't be in this story

Also there's no character list for the stand, but if I had too pick two from the book it be Stu Redman and Fran Goldsmith as a pairing, and if I was allowed to add a fifth character to show, it would be of course Mother Abigail.

For the list of pairings which would be spoiler alert for those showing up later:

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase
Leo Valdez/Calypso
Jason Grace/Piper McLean
Frank Zhang/Hazel Levesque
Stu Redman/Fran Goldsmith
Larry Underwood (no relations to Grover obviously)/Lucy Swan

Other Important Characters

Mother Abigail
Nick Andros
Tom Collins
Glen
Ralph
Trashcan Man
Susan Stern
a few more demigods as extra characters to help out.

Antagonist but still important
Randal Flagg
Harold Lauder
Nadine Cross
Lloyd

And of course the two main forces that are mention but more of Lead Supporting Roles without actually making a character appearance: God and Devil

Also if you see '-' after a letter and there's a space before the next word, that me censoring a curse word.

Now, since at this point the Heroes of Olympus were introduced and paired up with key characters of the "Stand" when Captain Trips hit (at least those that aren't among the antagonist), I decided to include chapters more focus on chapters with the main characters of the "Stand" without the demigods. The reason being is that I would have to anyways with Lloyd and Flagg since they an important antagonist character. So if those chapters are too much like the original, apologize in advance.

Lastly (for now), I am aware of the 2020-2021 version of the mini-series of the Stand and I did try to watch the first part, but frankly I couldn't even finish watching the first part and didn't dare to watch the rest of it nor do I planned to. I don't like it. I don't like many of the changes they made since the 90s adaptation. But there are a few changes in the 2020-2021 adaptations that actually involved info from the books the Stand. May I remind you this crossover involved the UNCUT VERSION of the books, so if you see parts that seem to come from 2020-2021 adaptation, it's because those parts/info actually came from the book itself

Larry's Day Turns Bad to Good to Terrible

It had been so long since Larry had been in Times Square that he expected it to look different somehow, magical. Things would look smaller and yet better there, and he would not feel intimidated by the rank, smelly, and sometimes dangerous vitality of the place the way he had as a child, when he and Buddy Marx or just he alone would scuttle down here to see the 99-cent double features or to stare at the glittering junk in the windows of the shops and arcades and pool-halls.

But it all looked just the same-more than it should have because some things really had changed. When you came up the stairs from the subway, the newsstand that had been on the corner as you came out was gone. Half a block down, where there had been on the corner as you came out was gone. Half a block down, where there had been a penny arcade full of flashing lights and bells and dangerous-looking young men with cigarettes dangling from the corners of their mouths as they plaed the Gottlieb Desert Isle or Space Race, where that had been there was now an Orange Julius with a flock of young blacks standing in front of it, their lower bodies moving gently as if somewhere jive played on and on, jive that only black ears could hear. There were more massage parlors and X-rated movies.

Still, it was much the same, and this made him sad. In a way the only real difference made things seem worse: he felt like a tourist here now. But maybe even native New Yorkers felt like tourists in the Square, dwarfed, wanting to look up and read the electronic headlines as they marched around up there. He couldn't tell; he had forgotten what it was like to be a part of New York. He had no particular urge to relearn.

His mother hadn't gone to work that morning. She'd been fighting a cold for the last couple of days and had gotten up early this morning with a fever. Fortunately Jason and Piper were off work as well and agreed to look after his mother.

Larry had heard her from the narrow, safe bed in his old room, banging around out in the kitchen, sneezing and saying "S-!" under her breath, getting ready for breakfast. The sound of the TV being turned on, then the news on the "Today" program. An attempted coup in India. A power station blown up in Wyoming. The Supreme Court was expected to hand down a landmark decision having to do with gay-rights.

By the time Larry came out into the kitchen, buttoning his shirt, the news was over and Gene Shalit was interviewing a man with a bald head. The man with the bald head was showing a number of small animals he had hand blown. Glassblowing, he said, had been his hobby for forty years, and his book would be published by Random House. Then he sneezed. "Excuse you," Gene Shalit said, and chuckled.

"You want em fried or scrambled?" Alice Underwood asked. She was in her bathrobe.

"Scrambled," Larry said as he sat down and watched her make the eggs, pouring them into the same old black skillet, stirring them with the same wire whisk that she had used to stir his eggs when he had been going to the first grade at PS 162.

She pulled her hankie out from her bathrobe pocket, coughed into it, sneezed into it, and muttered "S-!" indistinctly into it before putting it back.

"Day off, Mom?"

"I called in sick. The cold wants to break me. I hate to call in sick on Fridays, so many do, but I've got to get off my feet. I'm running a fever. Swollen glands, too."

"Did you call the doctor?"

"When I was a charming maid, doctors made housecalls," she said. "Now if you're sick, you have to go to the hospital emergency room. That, or spend the day waiting for some quick to see you in one of those places where they're supposed to have-ha-ha-walk-in medical care.

Walk in and get ready to collect your Medicare, that's what I think. Those places are worse than the Green Stamp Redemption Center a week before Christmas. I'll stay home and take asprin and by tomorrow this time I'll be on the downhill side of it."

He stayed most of the morning, trying to help out. He lugged the TV in her bed, the cords standing out heroically on his arms ("You're going to give yourself a hernia so I can watch 'Let's Make a Deal,' she sniffed), brought her juice and n old bottle of NyQuil for her stuffiness, and ran down to the market to get her a couple of paperbacks.

After that there wasn't much for them to do except get on each other's nerves. She marveled how much poorer the TV reception was in the bedroom and he had to bite back an acid comment to the effect that poor reception was better than no reception at all. Finally he said he might go out and see some of the city.

"That's a good idea," she said with obvious relief. "I'm going to take a nap. You're a good boy, Larry."

He went to Piper's and Jason's and asked them to keep an eye on is mother before taking the narrow stairs down (the elevator was still broken) and onto the street, feeling guilty relief. The day was his, and he still had some cash in his pocket. He paused in front of a discount record store, transfixed by the sound of his own voice coming from the battered overhead speakers. The bridge verse.

That's me, he thought, looking vacantly in at the albums, but today the sound depressed him. Worse, it made him homesick. He didn't want to be here under this gray washtub sky, smelling New York exhaust, one hand constantly playing pocket pool with his wallet to make sure it was still there. New York, thy name is paranoia. Suddenly, where he wanted to be was in a West Coast recording studio making a new album.

Larry quickened his step and turned in at an arcade. Bells and buzzers jangled in his ears; there was the amplified, ripping growl of Deathrace 2000 game, complete with the unearthly, electronic screams of the dying pedestrians. Neat game, Larry thought, soon to be followed by Dachau 2000. They'll love that one. He went to the change booth and got ten dollars in quarters. There was a working phone kiosk next to the Beef 'n Brew across the street and he direct dialed Jane's place from memory. Jane was a poker parlor where Wayne Stukey sometimes hung out.

Larry plugged quarters into the slot until his hand ached, and the phone began to ring three thousand miles away.

A female voice said, "Jane's. We're open.

"To anything?" he asked, low and sexy.

"Listen, wise guy, this isn't... hey is this Larry?"

"Yeah, it's me. Hi Arlene."

"Where are you? Nobody's seen you, Larry?"

"Well, I'm on the East Coast," he said cautiously. "Somebody told me there were bloodsuckers on me and I ought to get out of the pool until they dropped off."

"Something about a big party?"

"Yeah."

"I heard about that," she said. "Big Spender."

"Is Wayne around, Arlene?"

"You mean Wayne Stukey?"

"I don't mean John Wayne-he's dead."

"You mean you haven't heard?"

"What would I hear? I'm on the other coast. Hey, he's okay, isn't he?"

"He's in the hospital with this flu bug. Captain Trips, they're calling it out here. Not that it's any laughing matter. A lot of people have died with it, they say. People are scared, staying in. We've got six empty tables, and you know Jane's never has empty tables."

"How is he?"

"Who knows? They've got wards and wards of people and none of them can have visitors. It's spooky, Larry. And tere are a lot of soldiers running around."

"On leave?"

"Soldiers on leave don't carry guns or ride around in convoy trucks. A lot of people are really scared. You're well off out where you are."

"Hasn't been anything on the news."

"Out here there's been a few things in the papers about getting flu boosters, that's all. But some people are saying the army got careless with one of those little plague jars. Isn't that creepy?"

"It's just scare talk."

"There's nothing like it where you are?"

"No," he said, and then thought of his mother's cold. And hadn't there been a lot of sneezing and hacking going on in the subway? He remembered thinking it sounded like a TB ward. But there were plenty of sneezes and running noses to go around in any city. Cold germs are gergarious, he thought. THey like to share the wealth.

"Janey herself isn't in," Arlene was saying. "She got a fever and swollen glands, she said. "I thought that old w- was too tough to get sick."

"Three minutes are up, signal when through," the operator broke in.

Larry said: "Well, I'll be coming back in a week or so, Arlene. We'll get together."

"Fine by me. I always wanted to go out with a famous recording star."

"Arlene? You don't by any chance know a guy named Dewey the Deck, do you?"

"Oh!" she said in a very startled way. "Oh wow! Larry!"

"What?"

"Thank God you didn't hang up! I did see Wayne, just about two days before he went into the hospital. I forgot all about it! Oh, gee!"

"Well, what is it?"

"It's an envelope. He said it was for you, but he asked me to keep it in my cash drawer for a week or so, or give it to you if I saw you. He said something like 'He's g- lucky Dewey the Deck isn't collecting it instead of him."

"What's in it?" He switched the phone from one hand to the other.

"Just a minute. I'll see." There was a moment of silence, then ripping paper, Arlene said. "It's a savings account book. First Commercial Bank of California. There's a balance of... wow! Just over thirteen thousand dollars. If you ask me to go somewhere dutch, I'll brain you."

"You won't have to," he said, grinning. "Thanks, Arlene. Hang on to that for me, now."

"No, I'll throw it down a storm-drain. A-."

"It's so good to be loved."

She sighed. "You're too much, Larry. I'll put it in an envelope with both our names on it. Then you can't duck me when you come in."

"I wouldn't do that, sugar."

They hung up and then the operator was there demanding three more dollars for Ma Bell. Larry, still feeling the wide and foolish grin on his face plugged it willingly into the slot.

He looked at the change still scattered on the phone booth's shelf picked out a quarter, and dropped it into the slot. A moment later his mother's phone was ringing. Your first impulse is to share good news, your second is to club someone with it. He thought-no, he believed-that this was entirely the former. He wanted to relieve both of them with the news that he was solvent again.

"Underwood residence," Piper's voice called out sounded scared.

"Piper, it's Larry. Where's my mom?" Larry responded.

"Larry, thank goodness. You need to get home quick. Your mom's cold turned for the worse," Piper said.

"What do you mean?"

"Her fever sky rocketed. She's delirious asking for you to go get your father. I been trying to calm her down, but Jason couldn't get hold of the hospital and left to go get help." Piper said.

Sure enough Larry could hear his mother yelling in the background. "Larry, go get your father. He's in the bar. He's in the bar with that photographer."

"Go to sleep Alice. Larry is getting his dad right now!" Piper called.

For some reason Larry felt drowsy by Piper's voice before she spoke up again. "Larry, Get over here as fast as you can."

Larry then felt the urge to run home. "I'll be right there." Larry hanged up and left. All the meantime he was wondering Why did this have to happen after I got the good news? And How had is this going to screw up my plans? How many things am I going to have to change around?

A/N: I want to point out in the original Larry got no answer from his mom and raced home to find her collapsed on the floor and deleterious. But with this crossover I took advantage of Alice Underwood's good relations with Piper and Jason so they be there when it happens but someone there to answer the phone when Larry calls to let him know what happened. Yes Piper used Charmspeak on Larry and his mother but it's not like any mortal would think otherwise of her powers.