Brain Storm - A Percy Jackson and Supergirl Crossover

Books and Comics

To say Annabeth was surprised when a scarily screwed up iris message popped up was an understatement. The iris message was terrifying. It kept flickering in and out of existence and the voices held a scary similarity to those of Luke's voice when he hosted Kronos. It was like the Greek mythology version of the conjuring or whatever horror movies mortals watched.

The agents around her put their hands on their respective weapons. Annabeth stood up from her chair at one of the computers. Winn kept switching his gaze from Annabeth to the iris message.

"Ann - Annab - Annabeth?" said a voice through the iris message. Annabeth caught a view of untamable black hair and horns sticking from a head of curly hair.

"Percy?" Annnabeth sobbed. "Grover?"

"Annabeth, oh thank gods you're okay," said what she presumed was Percy. Despite his voice being ten octaves deeper and flickering in and out of existence, Annabeth almost began to cry at the sight of her boyfriend and best friend.

"Where are you?" asked Grover when he noticed the agents in black holding guns.

"Believe it or not, I'm in an alternate universe," Annabeth laughed. Then Percy's eyes widened at something behind Annabeth.

"Holy Zeus is that Supergirl!?" screamed Percy like a twelve year old girl at a one direction concert. Annabeth glanced behind her and noticed Kara in her Supergirl suit.

"Yea, how'd you know?" asked Annabeth unsurely.

"Supergirl was one of my favorite comics growing up!" he said.

"Comics? Well this just got a hell lot more complicated," muttered Annabeth. Then she remembered something crucial she almost forgot. "Percy, Grover. There's another great prophecy." Annabeth saw glimpses of Percy throwing a bag on drachmas across the room and Grover slumping over.

"What is it?" asked Grover since Percy was still fuming.

"Hermes and his children will be found,

But at the cost of someone being bound.

For the gods of time have been ignored too long,

Their reasons unknown to all.

The daughter of-" The Iris message abruptly ended. Annabeth stared frantically at the place where her boyfriend was once seen.

"Percy? Grover?" she questioned. The blank space didn't respond. Annabeth let out an aggravated scream and kicked over the office chair.

"Woah woah woah, calm down, Annie," said Winn.

"Don't call me Annie. Only...only," Annabeth faltered.

"Only Luke and Thalia are allowed to call you that," said Winn in which he promptly slapped a hand to his mouth. In a matter of milliseconds Annabeth had her Drakon bone sword to his throat. The D.E.O. agents immediately pulled their guns out and Supergirl took on a fighting stance.

"How in the name of Hades do you know that?" Annabeth questioned.

"Put the sword down!" ordered one of the agents. "Or we'll shoot." Annabeth ignored it and pressed the blade harder into Winn's neck even though she knew it couldn't hurt him.

"Books.." he managed to choke out.

"Books?" Annabeth questioned. Her grip loosened enough for Winn to escape the murderous grasp of the seventeen year old.

"Yes. Books. There's a whole ten books on you and Percy's lives. I've read them all," muttered Winn. Annabeth paled considerably, then she blushed a bright red. Winn chuckled, knowing what she was thinking about. The D.E.O. agents put their guns down in shock and Supergirl returned to her normal stance.

"And why didn't you mention this earlier?!" Annabeth questioned, still red in the face as her drakon bone sword glinted dangerously in the light. Winn swallowed and fiddled with his collar.

"I've had my suspicions. But I wasn't sure. And besides, I was almost positive you wouldn't be happy to hear that your entire dangerous and horrifying life has been reduced to entertainment for children." Annabeth scowled at the last statement.

"I know your entire life story," Winn said. "Wow great job Winn now you sound like a creepy stalker," he mumbled to himself even though everyone heard in the quiet of the room. "Well to be fair, we are apparently comics in your world."

Annabeth grumbled as she sheathed her sword. "Do you still have the books?" she asked. Winn smiled like a little girl and led her over to his desk, the army of trained agents behind them forgotten.

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Percy rampaged throughout his cabin throwing things across the room and screaming his head off.

"PERCE! Calm down man! Trashing your cabin won't help us find Annabeth! Or figure out the prophecy!" yelled Grover. Percy stopped acting like a gorilla and instead resorted to sitting on his bunk completely emotionless.

"We need to tell Chiron," said Grover.

Percy merely nodded in response, too frustrated to say anything.

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