A/N Hi, this is just an idea I had, we'll see where it goes...

Chapter one

My week sucked until I met the Son of the Sea god.

Percy Jackson? Yeah. That guy.

I wasn't all that cool, or sporty, or anything, but still, it was pretty cool. I didn't have many friends anyway. I lived with my parents and four siblings (yes, four) and with that many kids, there was no time for me. That was fine. I read anything I could get my hands on, from The Chronicles of Narnia at the age of six to steampunk novels and fanfiction at sixteen.

I was a master at anything Star wars, lord of the rings, how to train your dragon, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson (and anything related), Disney, and some other stuff, and I wasn't too bad at Marvel or Transformers, or Garfield the cat. But I feel like I read to fill a hole in my life. I don't know, maybe I just wanted my own adventure, maybe I just wanted attention, maybe I wanted to just be happy.

True love, I already had. The catch was that I never saw him. His mom didn't like me.

Anyway, that week I'd gone on a school trip to New York. Nobody really talked to me, and so I was on the way to the library at the moment, pouting on a bus. Then the doors opened, and I looked up, 'cause hey, I'm curious about bus people. Yeah, I know I'm weird. My heart almost stopped in suprise. I knew those two.

Dark hair, sea-green eyes, muscular, skinny, obviously battle-hardened, he looked like he could take down a hellhound without even looking.

The other was blond, with gray eyes and a book-heavy backpack, plus the clincher: a Yankees ball cap tucked into her back pocket.

It was them!

Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase, whom I had read every book and/or short story there was to read about!

Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena!

I was frozen. I watched them take a seat near the back of the bus. the only thought going through my head was Oh, gods.

Honestly, I was a Christian, but if there was other gods (if) I didn't want to annoy them. So I always thought in terms of gods. Also because of the whole "thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain" thing, so I used the names of other gods in vain. Take that, rules.

I wanted to meet them. And honestly, I was like the Oracle to them. Kind of. I knew everything about them. So I got up and moved back to their seat. I decided to act the Oracle. Sort of.

"Hey, Annabeth. Hey, Perseus."

They looked up. I could tell from their expressions that they thought I was monster, god, or an otherwise immortal.

"Mind if I join you?"

They exchanged a glance.

"Of course." Said Percy politely.

I did so.

"So," I said. "It's nice to finally meet you. Perseus Jackson, hero of the first prophecy, decider in the second, and all around hero."

He instantly looked guarded.

"And Annabeth," I went on. "I know just as much about you as I know about him."

"Who are you?" Annabeth asked bluntly.

My name was Sarah, but my mom used to call me Songbird, before the other kids showed up. And I liked the sound of that, so that's what I told her.

Annabeth rolled her eyes.

"Okay then, what are you?"

"Regular mortal."

"Really?" Percy asked. I knew he didn't believe me.

"Yep. Can't even see through the Mist."

They both looked unconvinced.

"Then how come you know who we are?" Percy pressed.

I raised an eyebrow.

"You two are famous. Really famous. Like, major celebrity screaming fans famous. It's just that nobody really believes that you're real." I sighed. "More loss, them."

Annabeth looked like she wanted to punch me in the face in frustration. Cool, I thought.

"Look, if you want to know how everyone knows you, ask Riordan."

Percy's brow furrowed. "The zombie?"

I was floored for a minute. "What?" Then it clicked. "No, Jackson, not the zombie, your Camp Half-Blood record keeper."

Annabeth now looked murderous. "When I find him.." she muttered.

"Annabeth!" I said in a mock surprised tone. "No killing record keepers." She glared at me. "I wasn't planning on it."

I laughed. I decided I wanted to find out what was going on in their world.

"So...Leo Valdez."

Their eyes clouded with grief.

So. After Gaea. Interesting."

I softened my voice. "He's alright, you know." They both frowned and shook their heads. "He's dead." Percy said bluntly.

"Nope. Very much alive and cracking dumb jokes. He found his way back to Ogygia after Festus revived him."

Hope shone in their eyes. "How do you know?" Annabeth asked, still wary. I shook my head. "Again: ask Riordan." I lowered my voice. "It's almost like the gods granted him knowledge of everything if he made it all out to be fiction."

Okay, maybe telling them Leo was alive was out of line. It wasn't my story, I had no right, and who knew how much of the future I had just disrupted. I didn't care. I hated seeing people in pain. Maybe that was my fatal flaw, or whatever, being unable to see pain without trying to alleviate it. Who knows.

A thought occurred to me.

"Hey...Wait a minute." They were still not done processing the news, so I continued, asking myself the question. "In stories I've read, the only reason anyone normal ever meets anyone who's not, who has superpowers or whatever, it means that something bad is going to happen to them and they're about to be pulled into an adventure. I have seen no bad things since I've seen you two, except maybe Annabeth's glares, so does that mean nothing bad is going to happen?"

They were still staring at me blankly. Then a wave of darkness overtook us, and I found myself thinking, Why in the name of all the gods did I have to ask?