Writing a one shot, doo doo doo doo.

This mainly is centered on five quick stories of more minor characters in the Percy Jackson series, or ones we don't see enough of. Brief crossover with the Kane Chronicles in the middle, but not enough for me to put it in the crossover section.

This story contains some sensitive topics, like LGBTQIA slurs, harassment and bullying. Read at your own discretion.

I don't own Percy Jackson or anything else by Rick Riordan. This idea came to me while I was reading the Dionysus section in Percy Jackson's Greek Gods book.

Dionysus, God of Wine, Insanity, and Sass

Mr. D sighed and leaned up against the bar, swirling his Coke around in a glass and surveying the club through heavily lidded eyes, half amused and half disgusted by the thing that people now called dancing.

"Since when did rubbing your butt on someone count as dancing?" the god of wine muttered, taking a heavy gulp of Coke and wishing it was something classier. Maybe Sprite.

He shook his head and turned back to the paperwork in front of him, sighing wearily. Some kid at camp had gotten dragged by a rope tied around his ankle across the lake by a Pegasus, and that required a load of paperwork to settle the annoyance that some of the water nymphs had over their lake being disturbed.

His pen scratched gently against the pages, his cheek plopped down onto his hand in boredom. The ink came out a deep purple color, making Mr. D wish he could have something better than Coke.

He wasn't sure why his gaze wandered; probably because paperwork was the last thing he wanted to be doing on a Saturday night, but he found his eyes roaming the room and landing on a young male in the corner.

Dionysus wasn't just the god of wine and insanity; he also protected any human that identified as LGBTQIA, and was able to spot them at a distance. They gave off a certain aura that helped him figure out what they identified as. It had saved him from a lot of awkward conversations, and had even helped him help them in the past.

This young man, probably in his very early twenties, maybe even his teens, was transgender, Mr. D could tell that easily enough. He seemed fairly at ease, so with a heaved sigh, Dionysus returned to the papers in front of him, took a swig of Coke, gagged a little, and continued writing.

The bartender swung around, gave him a fresh can of Coke (ugh), and picked up the nearly empty can, moving on his way as the bar began to fill up with late Saturday night regulars.

It wasn't too long before Dionysus felt something off about the room. Slowly raising his eyes as inconspicuously as possible, his gaze shifted back to where the man was sitting in the corner, this time with several people surrounding him, both men and women.

Mr. D couldn't hear what they were saying over the rising noises of the crowd, but he could sense the unease in the man rising as he sank down in his booth, playing with the straw in his drink and keeping his gaze on the table.

That was all before one of the larger patrons dumped a bottle of alcohol onto the poor guy's head.

Mr. D fumed and narrowed his eyes, holding out his hand in a "stop" motion and sliding off his stool. Everyone in the room except for the group surrounding the boy and the boy himself came to a freezing halt, frozen in dancing positions that were just wrong.

Dionysus strolled calmly over to the table while the group suddenly realized that the room had gone silent and they turned around to see this overweight, not very good looking man with curly black hair and no fashion sense walking over as if he owned the place.

"Yo, bro, what the hell is going on?" asked the one who had dumped his drink on the kid at the table.

Mr. D came to a halt in front of them, his eyes glimmering in fury. "Were you harassing this young man?" he asked, his voice filled with anger.

One of the girls in the group snorted. "This freak?" she asked, waving a hand at him and snorting. "What a joke, man. She's totally unnatural; I mean, what would God say?"

Dionysus found some humor in that statement, seeing as he was a god. "I don't know, young lady. What would he say, about you dumping a drink over his head and calling him names when you don't even know him?"

The man at the table looked up hesitantly and gave Dionysus a small smile. The god nodded to him and turned back to the group, who was staring at him in bewilderment. The tallest shook his head, his wary gaze filtering over the still frozen bar members. "Whatever man. Wanna protect this fag, go ahead. I'm outta here."

That was the last straw for the wine god. He snapped his fingers and vines curled up from the floorboards, trapping the group where they stood. Every single one of them looked down and stared at the vines for a moment before raising their eyes up to stare at Mr. D in horror.

He leaned over slowly and locked eyes with one of the girls. "Snap," he whispered.

The girl immediately screamed and slapped the girl on her left. "Trudy, what the fuck?!" she shouted, ducking as the girl began slapping everyone in range.

Dionysus smiled wickedly and tilted his head. "You wanted to know how god would react?" he asked, flashing bright purple for a moment and growing about four feet taller. "How about a god? Or more specifically, the god of gender identities, wine, and insanity?"

The group cried out fruitless apologies and Mr. D smirked, shrinking back to human size and snapping his fingers again. The vines disappeared and Trudy fell to the floor in confusion, only to be left behind as her friends ran out between the once again dancing people, yelling about evil vines and purple men.

She took one look at Dionysus, whimpered, and shuffled out quickly. Mr. D huffed and straightened his shirt before turning to the young man, who was staring at him in slight fear. Dionysus smiled thinly and sat in the booth across from him, waving his hand and cleaning the spilled wine off of him.

"Sorry about that, son. People can be cruel. Humans will be humans. Would you like some company?"

The boy tilted his head slowly, his eyes filling with something equivalent to wonder and his mouth breaking into a wide smile. "Uh…thanks, sir. But my girlfriend is coming to meet me in a minute. She was held up at work."

Mr. D nodded, a sparkle in his eyes, and he rose from the table. "Wait," the boy said quickly, furrowing his eyebrows and gazing up at him from under long lashes. "Are you actually like…like, the only god of wine I know of specifically is Dionysus, from the old Greek myths we learned about back in high school. But…"

When Mr. D did nothing to answer except smirk, the boy bit his lip and sank back into his seat, a grin on his face. "Thank you, sir," he said sincerely.

Dionysus tipped an imaginary hat. "Any time, son."

He walked back over to the bar, looked down at the paperwork and Coke, and slammed his forehead onto the counter.

Rachel, the Demi-God Finding Oracle of Delphi or Whatever her Official Title Is

Rachel Elizabeth Dare didn't like school.

Okay, that might have been a lie. She loved art class and English (especially since Percy's step dad was her teacher), loved hanging out with friends at lunch, and was enjoying gym class so far because they'd been doing fencing and ever since Percy had given her sword fighting lessons last summer she had been wicked with a blade.

What she hated about school was the constant bullying and harassment and stress placed on every single student that walked the halls, some more than most.

Like the freshmen that was currently getting bullied by a bunch of juniors because of her "hippie clothing."

Rachel had rounded the corner just in time to see the dark haired girl get shoved into a locker and have her flowery dress torn at the sleeve by one of the guys, who were all snickering like her getting beat up was hilarious.

Having faced tougher monsters than them (literally), Rachel had no trouble stamping her foot, smacking her wild red hair from her eyes, and shouting "Hey!"

They all turned around and snorted at the sight of her, despite the fact that she was also a junior. She loved art and drew all the time and occasionally had weird blackouts so to them, she was a freak. "What do you want, RED?" one of them asked.

The others cackled, as if her initials being the same as the color as her hair were the funniest thing on the planet. Rachel merely rolled her eyes, having heard it all before.

The freshmen started to slide away while their attention was distracted, but one of the guys grabbed her by the wrist. "Nu uh, honey," he said with mock sweetness, making Rachel gag. "You don't get to go yet. Tell me, how much pot does your hippie mom smoke?"

"And where can I get some?" the shortest of the group asked, sending the boys into a fit of laughter.

The girl struggled against his grip, practically crying, and she looked at Rachel pleadingly. "She doesn't have any!" the girl yelped desperately as Rachel tried to think of something she could do that wouldn't involve stabbing the guys with the pocketknife she had in her jeans. "My mom isn't even alive!"

The guys seemed to find this funnier, but the comment just made Rachel more pissed off. She strode up to them, yanked one around, and slapped him as hard as she dared.

There was dead silence for a moment before he swung, aiming for Rachel's face. She ducked in time to only get a graze on her ear, but it still hurt like Apollo's singing competitions.

She grimaced and glared up at him. The freshmen, meanwhile, kept struggling. "No! Don't touch her!" she pleaded.

Rachel looked up to tell the girl that she was fine, only to have her jaw drop in horror as her gaze landed on the hallway window behind them, wide open.

Dozens of bees hovered just outside and Rachel blinked, swallowing hard as the guys continued taunting her. The more taunts they threw Rachel's way, the louder the bees got and the more of them gathered.

The Oracle of Camp Half-Blood looked between the freshmen and the bees. Hippie name and outfit. Animals gathering based on her emotional state. Darker hair. Young, probably barely twelve or thirteen.

"Shit, Demeter. You're really bad at claiming," Rachel muttered, her heart hammering in her chest. "Guys, quit taunting her," she said seriously, looking back up at the juniors. "It's a bad idea."

"What are you going to do about it?" one of the boys sneered, reaching out and shoving her to the ground.

The bees were inside in a split second, swirling around the boys and stinging like crazy, but avoiding Rachel as if she had a bubble surrounding her body. The boys ran screaming down the hallway with the bees chasing them and Rachel crawled over to the girl, helping her to her feet. "You okay?" Rachel asked softly, looking her up and down and frowning at the sight of her ripped dress sleeve.

The girl nodded and glanced down the hallway. "What…what just happened? And who are you?"

Rachel stuck out her hand, biting her lip. "Rachel Elizabeth Dare," she said formally, a small smile on her face. "And you are?"

The girl glanced down and took Rachel's hand. "Summer," she murmured, tucking her deep brown hair behind one ear and looking out the window. "Those…those bees…."

"Summer, who's your mom?" Rachel asked quietly.

The girl glanced up and blinked in surprise. "I…I don't know. She died when I was a baby, is what dad said. Why?"

Rachel smiled and wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulders, leading her down the hall towards Paul's classroom so she could call Percy. "I have a different theory."

The Stoll Brothers and Katie Gardner: Really Unwanted Meetings.

Travis Stoll whistled cheerfully as he strolled down the sidewalk late at night in New York City, heading back home where Connor and his mom were waiting to have their movie night.

He smiled to himself and tucked his hands in his pockets, staring at his shoes as he walked. He'd never admit it to the campers, but once a month he and his brother always curled up with their mother to watch old movies, specifically ones with Robin Williams in them and especially after the man's death.

His phone buzzed in his pocket (it was a test phone made by Leo and the Hephaestus campers; it supposedly transmitted on a demi-god only signal that prevented monsters from pinpointing their location) and Travis pulled it out, glancing at the text.

Bro, get yo butt home. Mom's making the popcorn! I thought you had to run to Percy's house to get your knife back, not China!

Travis chuckled under his breath and typed out a quick, sarcastic response, sliding his phone in his pocket and picking up his pace.

His footsteps came to an abrupt halt as a shriek rang out nearby, one that was very feminine and felt very familiar to Travis. The boy frowned slowly and reached into his pocket, fingering the switchblade made of half Celestial Bronze and have steel that he always carried with him and had just gotten back from Percy (who may or may not have stolen it after Travis put peanut butter in his shoes).

He sped up even more and kept his ears and eyes perked up, listening for signs of struggle. The yell came again, this time from the alley just in front of him, and Travis bit back a groan.

Why an alley? Bad things always happened in alleys. Why couldn't it be a nice meadow filled with daffodils and puppies? Actually, no. The puppies would probably get murdered and the daffodils crushed. Dark alley it was.

Travis ran around the corner and froze as his eyes took in Katie Gardner, from the Demeter cabin, being pressed to the wall and getting felt up by some asshole. Her knife lay on the ground several feet away and Travis scooped it into his hand quickly, glancing at it and noting that, like his switchblade, it was half steel and half Celestial Bronze (it had become a very common design among demi-gods that lived in big cities that had creeps lurking around every corner).

"Hey ugly!" Travis shouted, whipping the knife with perfect aim.

The guy spun around and the blade sank into his shoulder. He didn't disintegrate, which disgusted Travis even more because it meant the guy was mortal. The man yelled out in anger and ripped the knife from his arm, which even Travis knew was a stupid thing to do.

At least, he thought that way until the man pressed the still bloody knife up against Katie's neck. The girl froze and bit her lip, looking up at Travis. Stall she mouthed at him, her fingers twitching at her sides.

"Hey man," Travis said immediately, drawing the mortal's gaze back to him. "Why the hell you doing this, anyhow?"

The man narrowed his eyes and scowled at Travis, not sure if he was being punked or not. He snorted. "I don't answer to you, kid. Now run along or little missy here gets it."

He jerked the knife up, nicking Katie slightly, and Travis felt a protective growl rise in his throat. He swallowed it and tried to keep his heart from pounding out of his chest. "No…you don't answer to me…but come on, what did she ever do to you?" he asked anxiously, wondering how good of a shot he'd have to be to stab the guy in the crotch.

The mortal grinned evilly. "Nothing, kid. She's just pretty as fuck and I want her. I'm sure you do too, and if you'd wait you can have her afterwards."

Katie swallowed hard and refused to look at Travis, and the boy pushed down his disgust before shrugging, noticing the plants that were growing rapidly around Katie and the mortal. "I mean….who says I can't have her first man?" he asked, wanting to stab himself for even saying those words. He prayed that Katie knew he didn't mean it. "I am younger than you, after all. And no offense, I look way better."

The man scowled angrily and lowered the blade a little. "Now listen here-"

In the same second, Travis chucked his switchblade and hit the man's more sensitive areas dead on, Katie thrust her hand out and trapped the man inside a thick cluster of vines, and the man shoved out with the knife and hit Katie in the shoulder before he fell to the pavement, writhing against the plants that now held him down.

Travis sprinted over, wrenched his knife from the man's groin with slight disgust, and wiped the blade off before shoving it back into his pocket and turning to Katie in concern.

She had a hand pressed to the stab wound, the knife now in the sheath at her side, and she refused to meet Travis' gaze. He quickly led her away from the asshole on the ground and out onto the streets.

"Hey," he said softly, his eyebrows furrowing as he leaned down a little to look her in the eyes. "You okay?"

Katie shuddered and looked away, her face pale and streaked with tears. Travis grimaced and pulled her into a tight hug, resting his chin on her scalp. "You know I didn't mean any of what I said in there, right? About…me going first? I wanted to stab myself while I was saying it."

The girl scoffed. "I know, Travis. It was just….gods. He disarmed me so easily. I haven't practiced in a long time and it showed tonight."

Travis shook his head and wrapped an arm around her, walking towards his house and texting Connor to get out the nectar and ambrosia stash in their room. "No way, Gardner," he protested. "Those plants were wicked."

"Wicked?" Katie asked, looking at him wearily and raising an eyebrow.

Travis nodded and led her up his driveway. "Wicked. Come on. Connor has some ambrosia inside, and my mom would love it if you came inside and watched Aladdin with us for the thousandth time."

Katie's lips twitched in a smile and she glanced up as Connor ripped open the door and shouted at them. "Come ON, you two, times a wasting and the Genie is-a singing!"

"Well….okay," she said with a small laugh.

Just before they went inside, she paused and kissed Travis on the cheek. "Thanks."

Lacy Most Certainly Does NOT Have the Best of Both Worlds

Lacy sighed and rubbed her hand over her forehead wearily, struggling to pay attention in class. A piece of folded paper landed on her desk and she glanced over to see her best non-camp friend Sadie Kane grinning at her mischievously. The girl unfolded the note with trepidation and smirked at the words inside.

Come on, missy, let's bail on the next class.

Lacy snorted and leaned over, chucking the paper at Sadie's face. "Shut up," she hissed softly so that her physics teacher wouldn't hear. "Carter would kill you if you skipped again."

Sadie rolled her eyes and shoved the note into her backpack, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting. Lacy snickered and continued doodling hearts and monsters on her paper, wishing that something, anything, would happen.

She shouldn't have thought that.

Not ten seconds later, something smashed through the window and hit the ground hard. The teacher screamed and promptly passed out, and the rest of the class fled the room, leaving Lacy and Sadie gaping at a massive, ten foot hydra.

"I've never seen one so big," Lacy gulped, her eyes wide.

Sadie looked at her sharply. "You mean you've SEEN one before?"

Lacy spun around to stare at her friend and flinched. She knew that Drew was in the school somewhere, and so was Clovis, that kid from the Hypnos cabin, but she had no clue if either of them would pin this as a monster attack and come help her. They had exchanged schedules so that they would know where the others were if help was needed, but Lacy couldn't remember them for the life of her.

"Um…"

Before Lacy could explain, the hydra hissed and hurled acid at them. Lacy grabbed Sadie's arm and yanked her to the floor, grabbing at her barrette and flipping it backwards. It immediately elongated into a sword, a little longer than her arm and glittering silver and bronze. One of the older campers had given it to here as a present, and she had found that the blade was balanced perfectly in her hands.

"What in the-?"

Lacy looked up at Sadie to see the girl looking from her sword to the girl and back and Sadie slowly pursed her lips. "Whatever you aren't telling me, I think I'm not telling you just as much. Any strategies for taking this thing down?"

Though surprised, Lacy nodded. "Yeah. Don't cut the heads off. They'll just regrow, but with twice as many. Also, avoid the acid."

"Got that," Sadie muttered with a roll of her eyes, squinting and reaching her hand out. Lacy ducked to avoid acid and nearly asked what the girl was doing before Sadie smiled and pulled out a curved sword from nowhere. "So where can I stab it?"

Lacy blinked. "Uh….the thing is, its skin is pretty hard. There's only a few places you can hit it, like the under belly or the feet-look out!"

She shoved Sadie aside, feeling broiling acid whip just past her hair and singe the edges. Lacy cursed and glanced up, muttering to herself. "Clarisse destroyed it with fire, Percy drowned it, what am I supposed to do, beauty it to death?"

Sadie was quite certain that Lacy was talking nonsense, until suddenly the girl perked up as she remembered a few details. "Sadie, I need you to go upstairs to the French room. Find Clovis and get him down here. Oh, and take the teacher out of here."

Sadie stared at her in bewilderment. "Clovis?"

Lacy waved a hand at the girl, digging into her pocket anxiously. "Yeah. Brown hair, kinda looks like a baby cow-in the most adorable way-and is probably sleeping. HURRY."

Sadie didn't question her friend anymore, grabbing the teacher under the arms and yanking him out just before his head got burned off by acid spit. Gross.

Lacy finally found her compact mirror in her boot and took a breath, looking up at the monster. "Please, mom, I know this has never worked for me, but please. I'm not the most beautiful of your kids but for right now, I need to be."

She flipped open the mirror and touched a finger to the compacted powder inside, keeping a wary eye on the hydra, who seemed very confused about where all the tasty mortals had gone.

The powder sparked against her finger and Lacy jumped, smiling in relief. "Thanks, mom," she whispered, watching in slight fascination as the powder swirled around her finger and up her body.

A brief moment later, Lacy stood up, sword in one hand and compact mirror shut in the other. She glowed brightly with a deep purple aura and her entire appearance had changed. Her blonde hair, once in pigtails, now fell in soft curls over her shoulders, which were bare. A lavender colored dress fell from her chest and to the floor, brushing just against her ankles and feet, which were clad in golden sandals.

Her eyes had the slightest hint of makeup on them and her braces had vanished for the time being, her teeth perfectly straightened and white.

The compact mirror was a gift from Aphrodite to all of her children that didn't have the power of Charmspeak. It could be used only five times in one lifetime, and all the user had to do was touch his or her finger to the makeup inside and they would have the blessing of Aphrodite for as long as needed, making them nearly untouchable to all but the sharpest of opponents. It was only usable in dire situations, and Lacy had tried to use it before with no end results.

Lacy could fight well; it was just that fighting an eight headed hydra that spit acid wasn't easy with several demi-gods, let alone one singular one in a public school building.

She walked forward, wincing at first when the acid came close, but it was deflected off of her mother's blessing. The girl stepped over chairs and around tables before standing directly in front of the hydra.

Knowing that her mother's blessing didn't include Charmspeak, Lacy tilted her head, wondering how to get under the hydra without being crushed.

The hydra suddenly seemed to realize that there was a glowing demi god in the room that had a sword pointed at his throat, and he hissed, swiping a claw at Lacy. She jumped back, though the claw just bounced off her blessing and she sharply twisted her sword up, nicking the monster in the soft pads of its foot.

The hydra howled, blowing acid and fire all over the room and making Lacy flinched as ceiling fell and walls crumbled. She was so getting blamed for this.

With only a moment of hesitation, the girl leapt onto the hydra's back, stabbing at its neck. Though it didn't do much, the monster began rocking its body, trying to get her off.

Lacy barely saw Sadie run back in with Clovis and her friends jaw fell. "Lacy, what the the-?"

"Clovis!" Lacy shouted, cutting Sadie off. "Make it sleep on a roll!"

Clovis, usually very sleepy, was wide awake and his eyes tracked the monster carefully. The second it rocked to the left a little too far, the boy pointed a finger at the monster and shouted out "SLEEP!" so convincingly that Sadie dropped to her knees snoring.

Lacy leapt off at the last second, the spell having bounced off of her aura, tucking and rolling as she hit the floor and the hydra fell to its back, six of the eight heads fast asleep and the other two looking very confused. With no hesitation, Lacy stabbed her sword deep into the monsters belly and watched in satisfaction as it crumbled to dust.

She turned around to see Clovis helping Sadie off of the floor and the two looked at her in disbelief. Lacy glanced down as she changed her sword back into a clip and Aphrodite's blessing disappeared from her body.

She ran her tongue over her braces in annoyance and slipped the barrette back into her hair, walking over to Clovis and Sadie with an embarrassed smile. Sadie studied her for a moment. "Do you know Annabeth Chase?" she asked, which was not what Lacy had expected her to say at all.

Clovis and Lacy looked at each other, startled, and they nodded. Voices began coming out of the hallway and Lacy looked at Sadie. "How do you-?"

"Egyptian gods," Sadie said simply, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the gaping hole, gesturing for Clovis to follow them. "Come on. We got a lot to talk about."

"EGYPTIAN?" Lacy groaned, hopping out the hole after Sadie. "I was having a bad enough time with just Greek and Roman ones."

Paul Has a Hard Time Explaining Why One of His Students Sometimes Spouts Green Smoke and Dead Languages

"…and so Dionysus was born. According to legend, he was a handsome god, who-"

A snicker came from the front of the classroom and Paul bit back a smile, knowing exactly who was laughing before he turned around. "Miss Dare, would you like to comment on your laughter?" he asked, turning around and looking at Rachel with mild amusement.

Rachel shrugged, her eyes sparkling. "I dunno, I just always envisioned Dionysus as kinda pudgy and with a bad sense of fashion."

Having seen pictures of the god in real life, Paul was inclined to agree, but he waved his chalk at her scoldingly. "Miss Dare, don't you know if he hears you say that he could strike you down with madness?"

Rachel snorted, knowing the god would never risk killing the Oracle, and Paul turned back to the board. "Anyway," he continued, glancing at his book, "Dionysus was born and travelled for a long time, spreading wine through the lands before actually becoming a god. He invented wine one day when-"

A thump sounded from behind him and a girl shrieked. Paul whipped around, the chalk hitting the floor as he threw his book to the desk, running around and kneeling next to Rachel, who had hit the floor on her hands and knees and was shaking violently. Green smoke now curled around her body, spilling from her lips and Paul put a gentle hand on her back.

"Rachel," he murmured soothingly. "Come on. You're good. Can you fight it back?"

He said it quietly enough so that the other kids wouldn't hear and Rachel shook her head rapidly, her eyes beginning to glow and her limbs quivering.

"Class dismissed!" Paul shouted in a no nonsense tone. When no one moved, he spun to face them. "I said, class dismissed!"

The kids, rarely seeing Mr. Blofis get so angry, quickly gathered up their books and fled the room, each one taking a long look at Rachel, some out of sympathy, but most with looks of disgust on their face.

The second the last one had left the room, Rachel started speaking, though it was in Latin and Greek, so Paul had no clue what she was saying.

He merely rested a hand on her back and texted Percy, who was in science across the school building. Rachel's having another vision. Come whenever you can.

He set his phone aside as the girl slumped heavily against the teacher, shaking. "I'm sorry, Paul," she whispered, burying her head in her hands. "I wish I could stop them."

Paul shook his head quickly, rubbing her back. He knew that with any other student, this would look really bad, but Rachel was basically his daughter and the staff knew it. "It's not your fault, Rachel. I know that."

"You shouldn't have to stop class for me," she muttered, punching a desk halfheartedly. "That's the third time this month."

Paul shrugged. "I don't mind," he said softly.

Rachel sighed and stared at her hands. "The students here all think I'm nuts," she muttered, glowering at her fingers. "They're kinda right. After all, I have a thousand year old Oracle inside my brain."

Paul snorted and shook his head. "But that's what's unique about you. You're completely mortal, but you're not. And if they think you're nuts, just remember there's a ton of half gods out there who would protect you with their lives."

Rachel gave him a small smile. "Thanks, Paul," she murmured. "I still wish I didn't have to interrupt class. I like our god banter."

The man snorted and pushed her shoulder gently, getting to his feet and helping her up. "Well yeah, because we know what's true about the myths and what isn't. It's funnier to us."

Rachel grinned and gathered her books into her arms, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. "I'm sorry again," she said sincerely.

Paul waved a hand at her and began packing up his books and materials for the day, glancing at the door as Percy darted in. Seeing that Rachel was on her feet and back to normal, he slumped against the doorframe. "Are you kidding? I just ran across school for you and you're normal?"

Rachel bit back a smile. "Maybe if you're lucky Mr. D will smite you."

Percy frowned. "That doesn't even make any sense," he protested.

"Neither will you," Paul elaborated, his lips twitching, "if Dionysus gets to you."

Paul and Rachel left the room chuckling and Percy stood there in utter confusion for a moment, racking his brain for the implications of what they had been talking about.

"What?"

Fin. Confused Percy is fun Percy.

Reviews? I like more minor characters. I was gonna write one for Hestia, but I already have a whole other story for that called Hestia's Hearth.