A PJO/MR Crossover (Sidenote: I wrote this story when I was 16. It is kind of cringey and cliche, so read at your own risk)
During a date with Annabeth after the Giant War, mysterious men kidnap Percy Jackson. Injured and near death, the two are ca...
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Percy POV At our tentative knocks on the apartment door, Sally Jackson opened her side with a heavy whoosh. It was a fast and smooth motion, as if she'd been sitting by the door for hours waiting to let us in.
"Percy!" She cried excitedly, relief swamping her features. Before I could even move through the threshold, she had almost toppled me over with a warm embrace.
"Hey, mom," I said, despite my face being smothered. Her curly hair smelled salty and felt smooth against my face. Just like always. I returned the embrace, gaining my balance back easily.
After a couple more seconds, Sally released her grasp and went on to welcome Annabeth.
"How are you, my dear?" She asked my girlfriend cheerfully. "I hope Percy hasn't been giving you too much trouble."
"Not anything I can't handle," Annabeth smiled. "It's good to see you, Sally."
"And you, my sweet dear."
After Sally and Annabeth caught up in every women's secret language, all attention turned to Raven.
"Who's this?" My mother said warmly, grinning at the daughter of Apollo.
"Mom, this is Raven," I introduced, noticing my new friend's discomfort.
My mother didn't seem to mind that they'd never met, and gave the same greeting as the rest of us.
"Any friend of Percy is a friend of mine," She decided.
By the time we made it into the living room, my mother was already asking if we needed anything.
"Sally, give them a chance to breath," Paul Blofis chuckled. He had come from the kitchen, chewing on a bread roll.
My mouth watered at the smell of food coming from the kitchen. My mother was a great cook and she always knew the best meals, even if our visit was a surprise.
"Paul, what's up?" I said. My step father had always been good natured, and took care of my mother when I was away. When he found out that I was a demigod and learned about the gods and goddesses, he took it pretty well.
"Oh, the usual," My stepdad said. We had a bro hug, and then all of us sat down in the living room.
The couch had a couple of worn places in areas I didn't remember, and it reminded me of just how long I'd been away.
Sally Jackson and Paul insisted that they had lots of leftover food and served us heaping plates of chicken alfredo with garlic bread rolls. Our refusals were in vain, especially after a couple of bites or so. The chicken had a tender, juicy texture to it that only a talented cook could come up with.
Once we could eat no more and I cleared three plates, the three of us said our thank you's before the conversation was thrust into recent events.
"Percy, tell me everything," Sally said, in all seriousness. At this point, I knew she didn't want a spark notes version of my endeavors. This was the look that told me she knew I was hiding things; it yearned for honesty.
