IN WHICH, Alina Thorinson falls for Percy Jackson in every universe
None of this work apart from Alina Thorinson and her backstory is mine! All credits go to Rick Riordan!!!
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"Percy, wake up."
Salt water splashed his face. Alina was shaking his shoulder.
In the distance, the sun was setting behind a city skyline. Percy could see a beachside highway lined with palm trees, storefronts glowing with red and blue neon, a harbor filled with sailboats and cruise ships.
"Miami, I think," Alina said. "But the hippocampi are acting funny."
Sure enough, they had slowed down and were whinnying and swimming in circles, sniffing the water. They didn't look happy. One of them sneezed.
"This is as far as they'll take us," Percy said. "Too many humans. Too much pollution. We'll have to swim to shore on our own."
No-one was very happy about that, but they thanked Rainbow and his friends for the ride.
Tyson cried a little. He unfastened the makeshift saddle pack he'd made, which contained his tool kit and a couple of other things he'd salvaged from the Birmingham wreck. He hugged Rainbow around the neck, gave him a soggy mango he'd picked up on the island, and said good-bye.
Once the hippocampi's white manes disappeared into the sea, they swam for shore.
Alina could only hope Percy's water powers didn't fail her, without him she would be trashing and panicking.
The waves pushed them forward, and in no time they were back in the mortal world. They wandered along the cruise line docks, pushing through crowds of people arriving for vacations. Porters bustled around with carts of luggage. Taxi drivers yelled at each other in Spanish and tried to cut in line for customers. If anybody noticed them -six kids dripping wet and looking like they'd just had a fight with a monster- they didn't let on.
Now that they were back among mortals, Tyson's single eye had blurred from the Mist. Grover had put on his cap and sneakers. Even the Fleece had transformed from a sheepskin to a red-and-gold high school letter jacket with a large glittery Omega on the pocket.
Annabeth ran to the nearest newspaper box and checked the date on the Miami Herald. She cursed. "June eighteenth! We've been away from camp ten days!"
"That's impossible!" Clarisse said.
"Thalia's tree must be almost dead," Grover wailed. "We have to get the Fleece back tonight."
Clarisse slumped down on the pavement. "How are we supposed to do that?" Her voice trembled. "We're hundreds of miles away. No money. No ride. This is just like the Oracle said. It's your fault, Jackson! If you hadn't interfered-"
"Percy's fault?!" Annabeth exploded. "Clarisse, how can you say that? You are the biggest-"
"Stop it!" Alina said.
"Clarisse," Percy said, "what did the Oracle tell you exactly?"
She looked up. I thought she was going to tell me off, but instead she took a deep breath and recited her prophecy:
