The Best People have the Rottenest Luck

Chapter 2

Hello Readers,

Sorry guys, but this is going to be a shorter chapter. Hopefully another one will follow quickly after this one.

As always, read and review, as well as inserting any requests into your comments. I've already received a request that I am on the fence about. I'm thinking about putting it into the story because I do like the idea but it seems lots of these crossover stories are doing it. I still might make it part of the story, just maybe not the main focus. It might make an interesting story arc...

Also, requests do not have to be large story arcs or anything (they can though). They could be just a funny situation, two characters you want to meet/bond, characters I should include, or just filler. Let me know your ideas.

Finally, I don't own PJO or Marvel.

Here we go...

-Kat Jacks

CHAPTER 2 - THE BLOFIS APARTMENT

SALLY JACKSON-BLOFIS POV

I have to say I wasn't all that surprised when my son came into our apartment covered in gold dust. It seemed to be a regular occurrence in our lives.

I was on the couch, cuddled up to Paul, who had just gotten home from work that day. We were watching Game of Thrones and eating frozen dinners. It was a peaceful evening.

"MOM! PAUL!"

Despite the ruined tranquility, Paul and I smiled at each other, knowing our son was home and safe. A warm feeling washed over me as we placed our dinners on the coffee table and turned to face our beaming son, who tackled Paul and I into a family hug.

Percy had been sent back to camp now for just one month, and I already missed him so much that seeing him filled a hole in my heart. It was difficult for me to send him away to be a yearlong camper, not knowing when I'd see him again. I knew I had to do it. I had to protect him the best I could.

Wait a minute...

"PERSEUS JACKSON, WHY ARE YOU NOT AT CAMP?!" I sternly scolded pulling out of the hug and crossing my arms over my chest. His face froze for a moment before a red color rushed to his cheeks. He hung his head and scratched the back of his neck, a combination of shame and nervousness. He started mumbling something, no doubt an explanation.

"Percy, we can't hear you," Paul halfway chuckled, adopting both the role of a parent and a friend.

"You see," Percy started, pulling his head up, his sea green eyes desperately looking for something else other than us to face, "I... um... wanted some blue cookies..." In that moment, my palm met my forehead so suddenly that it probably left a red spot.

"Figures," Paul laughed from behind me. I couldn't stop a giggle from coming out of my mouth no matter how upset I was with Percy for endangering himself for food.

"I might as well start baking then," I said as I headed towards the kitchen, which was directly next to the living room, only separated by a countertop peninsula with bar stools. I heard Percy let out a sigh of relief as he sat down at the counter.

"So how'd you manage to get away from that centaur warden of yours?" Paul asked, taking a seat next to Percy.

"Chiron isn't the hard part, not until I get back at least," Percy explained, "the worst part is sneaking past the harpies that control our curfew. I ended up swimming around down around the point of Long Island at Montauk and circling back to Manhattan."

"Percy, that's almost 200 miles!" Paul exclaimed, obviously still not totally used to the whole 'son of Poseidon' thing.

"How long did it take you?" I asked, ignoring Paul's outburst.

"Since last night to about now. The longest part was the taxi ride and then walking here. Apparently New Yorkers don't like it when you give them drachmas for payment," Percy shrugged as I finished mixing the batter, adding the blue food dye, and placing the cookies in the oven.

"You should start carrying normal money if you begin making a habit out of sneaking out of camp," Paul suggested, now recovered from Percy's ability to swim great distances.

"Wait," I started in the ordinary worried mother tone, which seemed out of place while talking to a demigod, "how many monsters did you kill on your way?"

"What?" Percy said, who was unprepared for the question, "Um... none." He looked away as he lied, not wanting me to worry anymore.

"Percy, you're covered in gold dust," Paul stated. Percy sighed.

"Okay, so maybe a few." We looked at him, unbelieving.

"Fine, fine. More than a few," Percy finished. I sighed as I pulled the cookies out of the oven.

"Percy, you need to go back to camp tomorrow," I said, "It's not safe for you here."

"But, mom," Percy whined, "It's so boring! Annabeth went out on a quest and Chiron is keeping busy by giving me all the brunt work he can think of!"

"Tomorrow, Percy," I told him sternly. He sighed in appeasement and took half a dozen cookies from the pan.

The rest of the night, Paul, Percy, and I spent talking, eating blue cookies, and finishing watching Game of Thrones. Percy then passed out in his bed, no doubt a result of him fighting those monsters and swimming what would probably be some kind of record to anyone else. Paul and I went to bed soon after.

The next morning, I packed a large container of the leftover cookies and a ziploc bag of mortal money. I woke Percy up, who responded with the classic "five more minutes, mom" and curled up in his blanket. After twenty minutes, he finally got up, hugged me and Paul goodbye, grabbed his stuff, and left the apartment.

I sighed at looked back at Paul, who gave me a loving, knowing look and pulled me into his warm embrace.

Percy, please take care of yourself, I thought as I heard him going down the stairs.