PJO + KOTLC Fanfiction

You've Got Some Explaining To Do

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ANNABETH POV

Sophie landed on the ground hard. Keefe was at her side in a second, pulling her to his chest and scoping for any injuries. 

"You guys are fine, yes?" I asked him. "I have to find Percy." Keefe gave me a quick nod before casting his whole attention to Sophie. 

I took off to the place where we saw him flung. I ran like my life depended on it. Percy had to be okay. He had to. 

"Where are you?" I whispered as I ran in the general direction of which he was flung. When I got to the lower fields, I saw Percy laying in the grass, a gross pile of vomit mere feet away from him, and some golden monster dust. I cursed. 

I knelt next to him and checked his pulse. I looked for obvious signs of injuries and then harder signs. 

Then I slapped him. 

He didn't wake up. Weird. 

"Percy Jackson. I'll make cookies with you if you wake up," I said. 

Percy peeled an eye open, still acting like he was knocked out. "Blue cookies?"

"Sure, Seaweed Brain," I laughed. 

"And I get a kiss." Percy closed his eyes and puckered up. I gave him a quick kiss. He sat up like Frankenstein. He gasped for air. 

"I'm alive!?"

I laughed wholeheartedly. 

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PERCY'S POV

When we got back to the top, Keefe was standing there with two large creatures that were filled with weaponry. The male looking one stood with his arms crossed over his bare chest and his legs separated in a threatening way. His glare did nothing to me because his metal diaper made him look like a giant angry toddler.

The female, though, was taller than the man with a high pony-tail and a very threatening look. I watched as Annabeth tensed. 

"It's okay," I told her reassuringly. "It's just Sandor."

The four people opposite of us froze. It was then that I realized my mistake. I had never actually met Sandor before. I wasn't supposed to know who he was. 

"How do you know him?" Sophie gritted out. Her eyes flashed in a dangerous way. 

"I--" I didn't know if now was the time to come clean. Was I supposed to tell the elves anything? If i told them everything, would I have ruined whatever it is I needed to hide.... Did I need to hide?

"It's fine," Annabeth whispered reassuringly. "We can just tell them what you want to. Or we can ask Chiron for permission."

"The first option. I don't have any drachmas left," I told my girlfriend. 

"Oh. Neither do I." We faced the group again.

"Let's start at the beginning, okay?" 

The four nodded. Annabeth rolled her eyes. She knew where this was going. 

"I was born," I started enthusiastically. Everyone paused to process what I had said. Keefe burst out laughing and Sophie slapped a hand over his mouth. 

"What if we just ask you questions," Sophie proposed. I nodded. "How do you know about Sandor?"

I bit my lip. "I'm not stupid. I saw him following me. He's loud and big; not exactly unnoticeable. You all act like it should be impossible for me to catch him. I've heard him talk to you guys too, so..."

"It should be impossible, child," The female said. I clenched my jaw. Being called 'child' wasn't one of my most favorite things. It made me feel weak, like I was supposed to accept all help from anybody. 'Child' was derogatory in my view. "I am Grizel, Sandor's wife." 

"Percy Jackson. And this is my girlfriend."

"Annabeth Chase," said Annabeth. She liked to introduce herself by herself. She knew that it showed that she had power. That she was in control of her own life. And I loved that about her. 

Sandor and Grizel nodded at me and Annabeth. 

"Why can't I read your minds?" Sophie blurted. She blushed and looked away. I noticed she started picking at her eyelashes. I think it was her nervous tick. 

"I'm not sure. All I know is that if you try again, I might not be able to hold myself back like I did last time," I said. 

"Is that a threat, Mr. Jackson?" Sandor snarled in his cute high pitched voice. His hand moved to a specific spot on his metal underwear. 

"No, it's a warning. I have... very explosive powers, and sometimes when I feel an especially strong emotion, I won't be able to stop whatever happens," I explained. I watched as his and slid away from his knife, supposedly hidden from me, but remained close to it, loosely hanging from his side. 

Keefe picked up the conversation as if nothing happened. "And what I saw in the woods?"

"That was a..." I cleared my throat. I glanced at Annabeth. I whispered to her, "Momo." 

"Erm, that's a monster, from where we come from. Where we live, monsters are... common," Annabeth helped me. I felt her grab my hand and give it a squeeze, letting me know I was doing good. 

"How about what I saw?"

"Erm..."

"The two people, the giant with six arms, the way you just... exploded?" Sophie questioned. "All of it!"

I cursed silently. Annabeth bit her lip in an angry way. "Give us a minute... please."

She dragged me away from the group. "Great! Now what are we going to do? There's no way we're going to explain this!" Annabeth cursed too. 

"I don't know, you're the smart one! You figure something out! With a little help from me."

"Once again, I've got to do everything."

"I said i'd help you!"

"But you won't! I'll have to do all the strategizing!" 

"Might I remind you that you are the daughter of Athena? Not me, 'cause that'd be a little weird."

Annabeth's eye twitched. "Whatever. Let's just come clean." We turned back towards the group as they looked at us like we were crazy. 

I cleared my throat. "So the six armed giant was Lazarus. The woman in the clearing was Adikia, and the man was Momus."

"Wait," said Sophie, lifting up her hand in the universal stop motion. "You mean to tell me, that those were Greek myths? Do you think we're stupid or something?"

"No, we thought you we're going to be smart enough to know that we're telling the truth," Annabeth snapped. 

Sophie stiffened. She snapped her gaze away from Annabeth unflinching ones. 

"And that woman?" 

"That was Keres, the Greek goddess of harsh deaths."

"Like murder?" Keefe asked. 

"Exactly like murder," Annabeth said darkly. Probably for her own amusment to scare Keefe and Sophie. And it worked. There wide eyes were testimony of that. 

"Okay," Sophie said, nodding very vacantly. "And what about your nightmares? Your scars?"

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A/N    So I just figured out that I spelled the goddess of unfair advantages name wrong. It's Adikia not Akadia. Whoops. My bad. 

Anyway. I hope you enjoy this chapter. And please go check out my new fanfiction. It's called Back to the Past (Percy Jackson Version)

-Avery