Full name: That One Time Jordan Parrish, Beacon Hills' Resident Hellhound, Was Summoned By Nico di Angelo

So I recently fell head over heels into the Teen Wolf fandom, and was disappointed when I realized there were no fanfics about Nico summoning Parrish. So I wrote my own. I don't write Nico often, and this is my first time writing a Teen Wolf fic, so I apologize for any OOCness.

I do not own Percy Jackson or Teen Wolf.

I hope you enjoy!

He was surrounded when Nico grew desperate enough. Normally, he would just shadow travel away, but he couldn't just leave a pack of monsters to roam free in Central Park, where any demigod might stumble upon them. So instead, he summoned another monster - one of his father's hellhounds. A burst of power to shadow travel a short distance away from all the claws, and a second burst as he slammed his fist into the ground. He waited for the cracks to grow, for the hellhound to spring forth from the Underworld, and quickly transitioned to full on panic as he watched the monsters grow ever closer, but no cracks appeared - and most importantly, no hellhound.

Parrish was simply doing his duty as a deputy in Beacon Hills and erasing any and all evidence the McCall Pack had ever been anywhere near the high school the night a flock of Cornish Pixies decided to trash the place when he felt a strange tug. Pausing, he looked around in befuddlement. The Sheriff hesitated beside him. "Parrish?" he asked, and the deputy shook his head.

"I can't explain it. It's like… there's a string around my waist, and it's pulling me somewhere."

"Is it another supernatural body? Do you want me to call Scott?"

"No, it's… it doesn't feel the same. It's not malicious, more like… it's asking me to go somewhere?" Parrish took a deep breath, then decided, "I'm going to answer it. And yeah, calling Scott sounds like a great idea." He stopped resisting the call, and instantly vanished in a wall of fire.

The Sheriff gaped at the spot his deputy and pack mate had been, then fumbled for his phone.

Nico was almost ready to run in the opposite direction of the stampeding monsters in favor of living and coming back with reinforcements when a wall of fire appeared in front of him for a moment, quickly leaving a man in its place. Except it wasn't just a man, it was a naked man that looked like he just walked out of a burning building and decided to paint the flames on himself for fun. He looked at Nico's dropped jaw, turned to look at the oncoming monsters, gave a shrug and a growl at the same time, and threw a fireball into the minotaur's face.

It was over in minutes. The teenager, covered in blood already, had suffered a few more minor injuries during the fight, but not many. Parrish himself was unhurt, the creatures around them doing their best to stay away from the heat and fire his skin released. The young man - who Parrish's hellhound side had immediately identified as the summoner, and his deputy side had told him was the person in need of and deserving help, rather than the creatures attacking them, with their eyes filled with hate - now turned to him. "Who are you?" he demanded, waving his hands - his sword had disappeared somewhere.

"I'm Parrish, who are you?" the monster - man - Parrish - responded.

Nico eyed him, but Parrish had saved his life, so… "Nico," he replied.

"And what are you?" Parrish asked. Nico spluttered in a very un-Nico way, and the other man added, "You have to be something, otherwise those creatures wouldn't have targeted only you. Plus, the sword. If it helps, I'm a hellhound."

Nico spluttered again, "You - You're the hellhound!?"

Parrish eyed him, obviously confused. "I don't know about the hellhound, but I am one, yes. Why?"

"Why? Why he asks," Nico muttered. "Why? Because I summoned a hellhound, but I was expecting the usual giant black howling fur ball!"

Parrish nodded slowly, some understanding appearing on his face. "Well, if it helps, I've never met another hellhound, I'm not exactly giant, I still haven't figured out how to howl, or if I even can, and I've never had black fur."

Nico groaned, but refrained from face palming - the Ghost King does not face palm. Parrish was from another mythology, wasn't he? That was the only explanation, and once again, Nico was the one to stumble across them, and once again, he'd be asked to keep them secret. "What mythology are you from?"

Parrish blinked, completely confused again. "Mythology? What do you mean?"

The teen sighed. "I'm a demigod from Greek Mythology. I'm used to the hellhounds from Greek myths, which you are obviously not, so what mythology are you from?"

Parrish blinked again, but made the best stab he could at the right answer. "The one with werewolves, banshees, and Nemetons." This time, it was Nico's turn to blink, but Parrish wasn't paying much attention - he was focused more on the tug of his bond to Scott, the kind that told him his alpha wanted to know how he was. "Look, I've gotta go figure out the fastest way back to California. Will you be ok on your own?"

Nico nodded. "Yeah, we pretty much obliterated all the monsters in Central Park, so I'll be ok. I'd offer to shadow-travel you home, but I only have enough power left in me to carry myself." He turned, seeking the nearest shadow, paused, and looked back. "Thanks… if you ever need help, contact Delphi Strawberry Service and ask for Chiron. Tell him Nico owes you a life debt."

Parrish nodded, and told him, "If you're ever in Beacon Hills, California and need some mythological help, go to the sheriff's department. We can help."

Nico nodded, and then disappeared into the shadows. Parrish started walking out of the park, in search of the nearest phone.

Nico stormed into Hades' palace, where his father lounged across his throne, and slammed the doors into the walls. "By Hades!" he screeched, startling said-god. "Why didn't you ever tell me hellhounds could be people!?"

I hope you enjoyed, and please review!