When Granger meets Jackson

Percy - I

"Mom! I'm home!" I yelled, walking in the front door with the groceries. "Leave them on the counter!" She yelled back from somewhere inside the apartment. Dumping the heavy bags on the kitchen counter, I just put the ice-cream and milk inside the fridge so that it didn't spoil before going to find Mom.

She was in my sister, Estelle's room, putting away the freshly laundered clothes. "Thank you, Percy. Paul's gone on a walk with Estelle, so I thought I'd get the laundry done. Did you manage to find everything?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Even got discounts on some stuff. But tell me Mom, why so many groceries? It's twice the stuff I normally buy. Is there anything special happening?"

She suddenly stopped folding clothes, and looked me straight in the eye. "Percy, you remember when I told you that I had a sister, right?"

"Yup. You told me that you hadn't seen her for years and she was most likely dead......" I replied, curious.

"Well, she's alive, and she married a man named Henry Granger, and they want to meet us for Christmas."

"Wait what?" She told me the story of how the two of them had been separated. Turns out, the two of them and their parents were moving from Europe to the USA. Mom had left first with her uncle a few weeks before my grandparents, to get everything ready for when they came.

Out of the blue, she'd heard the news that the plane the rest of her family was supposed to be on had crashed, and there were no survivors. Mom had quit college to look after her uncle and she left the city soon after his death, wanting to make a fresh start in New York. Turns out, Mom's books had made their way to print in England, where Monica had recognized her sister from the picture on the cover of the book and contacted her.

"Can Annabeth come too?" I asked eagerly. "Her family's going on a vacation without her."

"Of course! In fact, my sister Monica told me that her daughter is coming with them as well. Her name's Hermione, she's eighteen, and she loves books. She might like to meet Annabeth."

"I have another sister? A year older than me?"

"Yes you do, dear. Now go tell Annabeth that she is going to spend Christmas with us." She smiled, "You can take the Vespa!"

Happy, I rushed out of the apartment and grabbed the keys to the ride, before running down the stairs. Gunning the engine of her blue scooter, I put on a helmet before driving through the streets of the city to get to Long Island.

Parking in the shade of Thalia's tree, I petted Peleus on the head, and entered Camp. Going straight to the Athena Cabin, I knocked on the door.

It was opened by Luna, one of Annabeth's half sisters. "Hey Percy! Here to see Annabeth?"

"Uh-huh. She there Luna?"

"Nope. She did say something about sword practice with the Ares kids, though. Check the training grounds. You might find her there. It was nice talking to you, Percy, but I must get back to my work."

She slammed the door in my face. She did tell to check the training grounds, so I did. A mob of campers were crowded around, yelling, "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!", waving fists in the air, and jumping. I couldnt see who was fighting through the crowd.

I saw Butch, son of Iris standing there. Tapping him on the shoulder, I asked him, "What's going on? Who's fighting?"

"You've gotta see this man. Your girlfriend's kicking the Ares kids' butts." He turned to the crowd. "OKAY PEOPLE, YOU'VE SEEN ENOUGH! LET THE MAN THROUGH! MOVE!"

Shoving people left and right, he made enough space for me to get to the heart of the crowd. There, I saw Annabeth holding her own against five Ares campers, all attacking at the same time. She wasn't even out of breath, while her opponents were sweating buckets, and sporting bruises and small cuts.