Okay so this is my first fanfic. My first language isn't English so if there are anything mayor I apologize. Also feel free to review if some of the characters are a little OOC, I haven't read the books in awhile.

This story is gonna be SLASH Percy/Jacob.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or Twilight, Rick Riordan and Stephanie Meyer does. If I did I would be an adult and be living in America so...

Jacob

The rain was whipping him in the face and the cold air stole the air from his lungs. The freezing iron was digging into his palms but he loved every second of it.

He never felt so alive as when he was riding his motorcycle. Or ran. Yeah, running were amazing. To feel his muscles work when he rushed through the forest, smell the trees around him and hear his pack members run beside him. But right now, when he couldn't share the thoughts of the rest of his pack, his bike was a great substitute.

Suddenly a shape materialized from the darkness. The brakes screeched and the bike came to a stop. The man in front of him staggered and then his knees gave out. But before he could hit the ground, Jacob was there and caught him.

He was young. Not so much a man as a teenager, he noticed. A soaking wet boy. The teen groaned and Jacob slowly lowered him so he laid down on the ground. His face was dirty and pale, but not any natural kind. More like an, 'I just fought my way through a bunch of razors just to fall into a shark pool' kind of pale.

His dark hair stuck to his forehead in sweaty bangs and now Jacob could hear his uneven breaths. A shiver convulsed through the boys body and his eyes fluttered open.

"Hey, can you-" Sea green eyes met his, clouded but still so amazingly clear, "-hear me?" A faint nod in response. "Okay, do you have any vehicle nearby or…?" This time the teenager shook his head in a small movement. "And you don't live hear either?" Another shake.

"Alright. Well I've got to take you inside somewhere 'cause you're gonna freeze to death in those wet clothes." He shrugged off his leather jacket and then his hoodie he wore underneath. Jacob put the jacket on again and then tried to make the boy to sit up. After a few attempts he succeeded and then he started to pull on his shirt, which by now felt like it was made of a sheet ice.

The boy shuddered violently and Jacob hurried. His lips started to look blue and when Jacobs fingers brushed against his skin when he pulled the cloth over the boy's head, he felt like a living popsicle.

"Okay I'm going to drive you home. Do you think you can manage to hold on?" Jacob asked. He knew they had to get inside quick or the dark haired teen would suffer from either pneumonia or frostbites, maybe even death.

The teenager nodded and took a hold on Jacob's arms. He nearly hissed from the cold sensation but choked it down. He took his own hold on the other boy's upper arms and then dragged him up so he could stand. But he didn't let go or else he would just fall down again. Jacob supported the boy to his motorcycle and helped him sit down. Then he sat down himself and started the bike with a kick.

He felt arms numbly snake their way around his waist and he took the hands and shoved them inside his jacket. It was better if he drove with the jacket open and got a little cold than for the other teenager to freeze his fingers off.

"Hold on tight!" He yelled before he gassed and the bike drove away in a high speed.

Percy

When Percy woke up it felt like he just got run over by a horde of school buses, hit by angry Canadians (the monster kind) and struck by lightning.

The last part actually happened - Zeus had not been happy about his little flying trip to California - and it was likely the Canadian bit happened too. But after that everything became a little bit fuzzy. He had been so drained from the fight and he had been too tired to be able to keep himself dry and he had just stumbled through the woods without any idea of where he was.

But now he was lying in a comfortable bed with soft pillows and he was warm. How did he get here? And where exactly was here?

He quickly pushed himself out of bed but had to steady himself against the bed when his sight became blurry. When he could see again he straightened his back.

The room was cosy. With light yellow tapestries and wooden floor, it gave a warm feeling. It was bright outside the window but the sun was covered by gray clouds. He wondered how long he had been unconsciousness. With careful steps he moved to the door and opened it.

Percy could hear someone moving downstairs and started to walk down, one slow step at a time. He didn't wanna risk fall down if he went to fast. An old man came through the on of the doorways in a wheelchair but he didn't seem surprised to see Percy standing there. The man had long black hair tied back in a ponytail and he had olive colored skin.

"Hello", the man said and extended a hand against Percy, "I'm glad you finally woke up. Billy Black is the name." He shook Percy's hand. "Percy Jackson."

"Are you hungry Percy? There is breakfast if you want." A growling sound from his stomach followed the question and Billy laughed. "Well that answers the question." Percy followed the man through the same doorway that he just came from and walked straight into a kitchen. On the counter was a plate filled with bacon and eggs.

"Take what you want. Jacob wont wake up yet so I can just fry some more." Percy quickly sat down on one of the chairs and started to eat. He wolfed down all the eggs and almost all the bacon. When he was full and looked up he found Billy watching him with unreadable eyes. Percy smiled sheepishly. "I haven't eaten in a while."

"I see. Well, I'm used to Jacob. He eats like wolf." He laughed a little and Percy smiled uncertain. "If you want to take a shower it's upstairs. I think I have some of Jacob's old clothes left if you want to change. We had to take your clothes of, they had almost frozen solid."

"Okay. Well it would be nice with a shower." Percy hadn't noticed what he was wearing but now he saw that the only thing covering his body except his boxer was a large black t-shirt.

"First door on the left. The towels are in the cabinet." Billy said before he rolled away into what looked like the living room. Percy walked up the stairs again and opened the left door.

He got rid of his shirt and briefs and stepped into the shower. He let out a sigh when the water hit him and he closed his eyes. It felt so good. He wondered if he should IM his mom but then remembered he didn't have any drachmas. Maybe he could borrow the phone later.

But right now it felt to good in the water.