The Stories of Our Heroes

Mashup - Percy Meets Magnus and Co.

Magnus' POV

Annabeth was tapping her foot anxiously. "Come on, Seaweed Brain," she muttered to herself. Then she looked at me. "He should be here by now. You guys haven't heard about any freak accidents going on today, have you? Something that my idiot boyfriend probably caused?" Me, Sam, Alex, Blitz, Hearth, Mallory, Halfborn, and TJ all shook our heads. Annabeth looked back down and grumbled something like, "Can't even IM him, stupid Triumvirate."

We were definitely an odd group sitting in front of a coffee shop in downtown Boston. Sometimes we'd get strange looks, but nobody stopped or said anything. I figured that Bostonians had seen much weirder things so they didn't care. Annabeth said something called the Mist blocked the mortals vision from seeing what we didn't want them to see. Sure, why not.

We were sitting here, waiting on Annabeth's boyfriend, Percy, to show up so we could all travel on treacherous seas aboard a boat as one, big, happy family to stop Ragnarok and doomsday. Party. We needed Percy because he was the only one that would be much use in the ocean, thanks to his dad. Annabeth had told me he wasn't very thrilled to be doing this. She didn't say it, but I knew she wasn't thrilled either. They'd both just survived a war on a ship, and after everything she'd shared with me... well, I certainly wouldn't want to be doing this if I were them.

"So does Percy cause lots of freak accidents, then?" Sam asked Annabeth. My cousin almost laughed.

"Only all the time. Do you guys remember when Mount St. Helens erupted a few years ago? That was him. And me a little, too, I suppose. But mostly him. Also when the sewer explosion happened in New York last year. Again, Percy, but I was there."

"That sounds like lots of fun," Alex said with a snort.

"No kidding. The sewer thing was our one month anniversary, too. Nothing says 'I love you' like thousands of gallons of Manhattan filth being dumped on your head. My hair smelled for days."

"Gross."

"Speaking of your hair, Annabeth," Mallory said, "how do you get your curls to look so nice?"

"Um..."

"I mean, like, mine are just so wild and stick out and-"

"Are a mess," Halfborn offered.

"Oh, shut up. But as I was saying, your's look soft and-" 

Someone cut Mallory off again. A voice behind us.

"Beautiful," a boy with black hair and green eyes said, walking up behind my cousin.

Annabeth flipped around and jumped out of her chair. Percy (I assume it's him) smiled at her as she tackled him in hug and about knocked him over.

"I was worried about you!" she told him while they still had their arms around each other. I refrained from going "Awwwwwwwwww!" Barely.

"Alright, hold on," was the first thing Percy said to us. "Don't tell me your names, I'm going to try and get them all right." Annabeth rolled her eyes at him, but didn't say anything. Apparently they had been talking about this and us a whole lot.

Percy scanned over us all, which I'll admit, made me a little nervous. Something about his eyes was, well, scary. It was like the first time I saw Annabeth after years, and I felt like she was staring into my soul and trying to figure out the best way to pulverize me. Even though Percy's expression was friendly, his eyes told a slightly different story.

"So," he said, walking over to me, "you're obviously Magnus. You look like a Chase." I nodded as he shook my hand. Then he moved on. He named everyone correctly on the first try and shook their hands. Right before he got to Sam, he glanced back at Annabeth. She gave the slightest shrug. I didn't understand why until I saw him hesitate right before shaking her hand. I guess Annabeth gave him the memo that Sam wasn't much for physical contact. But she shook his hand anyway.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Percy mumbled as soon as he sat down.

"What?" Annabeth asked him.

"Mom baked cookies." Then he reached into his sweatshirt pocket (which had looked a little lumpy) and pulled out a bag of... were those blue cookies?

"Your mom is the best," Annabeth said through a mouthful of cookie that she had already snatched from Percy.

"Yep," he agreed and set the cookies on the table in front of us. When no one grabbed one, he said, "I promise they aren't poisonous or anything. It's just blue food coloring. Plus, Annabeth already ate, like, five and she's fine."

Everyone went for a cookie, and let me tell you, they were good. Almost as good as falafel. That's how good.