Hello readers!

Quick Disclaimer: I do not own anything from either PJO or TKC Series. Those belong to the Genious Mr. Riordan.

This Fanfiction will take place after the events of the Heroes of Olympus and Kane Chronicles series. Sadly, I have not read Mangus Chase nor the Trials of Apollo so I will not include references to those stories in this crossover. Lastly, this fanfic will be written as though the events of the 3 short stories in 'Demigods and Magicians' had not unfolded. So this is the first time The Kanes meet Percy and Annabeth.

Please enjoy!

-Ardoa88

Chapter 1: I Crack an Egg

(Carter POV)

Let me say that, for the record, I never intended to burn down half of Central Park, nor did I mean to set fire to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and I definitely didn't plan on breaking the final seal that would awaken the Egyptian goddess of intoxication. Honest. It was an accident.

Maybe I should introduce myself.

I'm Carter Kane. Part-time high school freshman, part-time magician, full-time worrier about all the Egyptian gods and monsters who are constantly trying to kill me. Okay, that last part is an exaggeration. Not all the gods want me dead. Just a lot of them- but that kind of goes with the territory, since I'm a magician in the House of Life. We're like the police for Ancient Egyptian supernatural forces, making sure they don't reap too much havoc in the modern world.

Well… usually we're the ones cleaning up the mess. Not creating it. We were just having a bad day. A monumentally bad day. It had started out like any other normal morning for us Kanes. Walt was getting ready for his date with Sadie, Jaz was up early brewing a fresh batch of healing potions, and Felix was playing basketball with his summoned team of penguins against our resident baboon, Khufu. You know, normal.

As for me, I was busy packing all the necessary magical tools I would need for the evening's heist. Recently, we had gotten a call from our Uncle Amos, who was on an excavation trip at the ruins of Dendara, Egypt. Over the phone he explained that the lead archaeologist unearthed an Ancient Egyptian relic, one that was promptly sent to the Metropolitan Museum of Art for display and further study. Amos didn't say what it was, exactly, seeing as he had arrived at the dig site after the fact. However, the room it had been taken from was apparently imbued with an ancient curse, one Amos was currently attempting to dispel. So while he was over in Egypt, rounding up herds of demon cows (yes, they exist and no, you really don't want to know), he had instructed me to retrieve the relic and keep it safe.

And of course, by 'keep it safe' he meant find some way to destroy it or otherwise ensure it could never be used again.

After some research, and a lot of scrying, I had located the relic. It hadn't been put on display, and the museums website refused to divulge its description, so I packed an arsenal for this evening's mission. Enchanted rope, my curved ivory wand, a lump of wax for making a magical shabti figurine, my calligraphy set, chalk, a few healing potions, two bottles of gatorade and a dozen sticks of chewing gum.

There was just one more thing I needed.

I concentrated and reached into the Duat. Over the last few months, I'd gotten better at storing emergency provisions in the shadow realm- extra weapons, clean clothes, Fruit by the Foot, and chilled six-packs of IBC Root Beer- but sticking my hand into a magical dimension still felt weird. Like pushing through layers of cold, heavy curtains.

I closed my fingers around the hilt of my sword and pulled it out- a heavy khopesh with a blade curved like a question mark. Armed with my supplies and my sword, I was all set to go steal a precious artifact from one of the busiest museums in Manhattan. Oh, joy!

Riding the bus is one of the best ways to see the city. Especially the double decker buses, like the one I was currently on. I sat at the back of the second deck so as not to attract attention. Thankfully, most of the seats were filled with tourists, as evidenced by the multitude of cell phone camera's eagerly snapping away at each new sight. It was a warm day, one of the warmest we'd had in awhile, and I welcomed the cool draft that caressed the upper level of the bus. The relaxation was short-lived, however, as we neared Madison avenue. I shuffled off of the bus with a handful of other riders, hearing a few mutter in speculation about the 'instrument' I was carrying.

Naturally, they were referring to my khopesh, but for some reason mortals never seemed to see magical items for what they truly were. I recalled Amos saying that it had something to do with the fact that normal people couldn't comprehend certain layers of the Duat, the magical force that surrounded everything. And therefore, mortals wouldn't see a sword hanging at my waist, but rather, an instrument; probably a guitar, I speculated, based on the way one of the tourists mumbled something about untalented street performers.

I headed west along Madison, doing my best to avoid the crowds of people heading in every which direction. It wasn't long before I was a mere street crossing away from my destination. The crossing light turned green and I began walking, detaching myself from the main bustle and sticking to the outskirts of the white-lined cross walk.

I angled myself to avoid a young couple heading my way. They both looked around eighteen, the boy was wearing jeans and a faded orange T-shirt that said CAMP something. I couldn't read the rest. His dark hair contrasted sharply with that of his girlfriend- at least, who I assumed was his girlfriend from the way she was practically clinging to his arm. Her blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail, the end of which reached down to the collar of her purple blouse. She wore dark jeans with an equally dark backpack slung over her shoulder. I could see a blue baseball cap clipped on the side strap.

As I got closer to them I heard the girl talking about the museum behind me. "They originally designed the Guggenheim's second ramp to be twice as steep as the grand ramp-" She rambled on, her boyfriend rolling his eyes in a way that suggested this wasn't the first time he'd heard her conjecture. We were about five feet from each other when the boy's eyes completed their observation of the sky and returned to the earth.

Unfortunately, they landed on me. Now, normally, this wouldn't have bothered me. So what if another mortal gave me a funny look? Even without my obscure apparel, my coppery skin and curly brown hair often drew curious passing glances. But something in his sea-green gaze was unsettling. His eyes lingered on my sword long enough for me to get the unnerving feeling that he actually saw my khopesh for what it was.

We passed each other without incident. I glanced back but he'd resumed his listening to the blond girl's rant. With a shiver I turned back, fixing my gaze to the imposing structure before me and focusing on my task.

Taking the stone steps two at a time, I make my way into the museum. One of the security guards stopped me at the entrance, pointing to my khopesh.

"No instruments allowed in the museum." He said sternly.

"Oh," I said, "Right. Of course." Retreating a few steps to the side, I replaced my sword into the Duat. The guard glanced over as I returned.

"The museum will not be held responsible if someone steals your guitar while you're inside." he informed me.

I just shrugged, crossing the threshold into the museum.

If you've never been inside the Metropolitan Museum of Art, you should really rethink your vacation plans for the holidays. Their exhibits range from ancient chinese pottery to modern oil paintings to displays of arms and armor from the Islamic world to Caravaggio's last two paintings. Each piece is accompanied by a small placard with as much information crammed into the small square as physically possible. The interior of the building is no less impressive, with towering dome ceilings carved and inlaid with gold and white marble columns spanning the multiple stories.

As for me, I generally would've stood, gaping, at each display, learning as much as I could absorb before a new item drew my attention. It's not that I especially like art, Sadie always says I have no taste in color scheme (although, to be fair she's usually referring to my wardrobe choice when she says that). But I love information. Museums were second only to libraries, making up for a book store's variety of knowledge with the fact that the item you were learning about is usually present- inside a museum display case, yes- but still within physical reach.

But today I had no such luxury. I had left the Brooklyn House around five o'clock. Sadie and Walt hadn't returned from their private venture, and when I tried to call her, Sadie's phone went to voicemail. I left her a message, you know, the typical 'Hey, sis. I'm heading out to go steal the relic Amos told us to retrieve. I'll be back around midnight if all goes well. If not- um, send help. See you soon. Carter out'.

Not that I should need backup for tonight. It was a simple recovery mission, I assured myself, sneak in, steal a relic, sneak out, don't get caught. I checked my watch. 7:30. The sun was just beginning to descend, the lights refracting off of the museum windows and tinting the rooms orange. Since it was a Saturday, I had a little under an hour and a half left before the galleries closed.

I made my way towards the Ancient Egyptian section of the museum. It was located near the back of the museum, the small space peppered with slabs of stone, scrolls, and a half dozen other objects that could very well have been from ancient Egypt. If not for the fact that most of them were fake. Not fake as in 'not real', that is. More like a 'someone actually found this cheap imitation that is a worthless hunk of rock' kind of fake. Only a few items buzzed with power. How could I tell? Well, Sadie and I devised a neat trick a month back where we can look into the Duat and see the energies of items that contain magical properties. It could appear as a colored aura, or sometimes as floating hieroglyphs.

Seeing as Amos had mentioned demon cows, I went off of the assumption that the aura I was searching for would be red. Red for ancient Egyptians generally meant bad. Catastrophically bad. So as I concentrated, pulling back the layers of the Duat carefully, I scanned the area for a harsh red aura.

It wasn't hard to find.

As I'd suspected, the relic was in the storage room behind the exhibit. Seeing as it's debut wasn't for a few days, it made sense to keep a valued item behind lock and key. Such a shame that their precautions hadn't factored in the skillset of a magician from the House of Life.

It was still too early, though. Still too many tourists around for me to go blasting magic spells around at will. So I made my way to the nearest bathroom, resigned to the fact that I would be spending the next hour or so hiding out in one of the stalls until the museum closed. Very exciting. As I made my way to the restroom, I caught a glance of an orange T-shirt from my peripherals.

Looking over, I saw Camper Boy and his girlfriend leaning against the stair railing, smiling at each other as they casually chatted about something or another. Strange. Hadn't they been on their way to that other museum? I shook my head. It didn't matter. Part of me wondered when I'd gotten so curious about the lives of others.

Maybe around the time yours ended? A snide thought whispered. I shook that off, too. Sure, my life had never really been what you could call 'normal'. Unless your version of normal is travelling around the world with your dad who is a famous Egyptologist and secretly a magician of Per Ankh. Although, compared to my life now, that sounded wonderfully ordinary.

Upon reaching the bathroom, I entered the farthest stall, taking out a piece of papyrus and scrawling the words 'OUT OF ORDER' on it with ink from my calligraphy kit. Then I unwrapped a stick of mint gum and chewed it for a good minute. I waited until that rare moment when the restroom was clear to stick the gum on the outside of my stall and firmly press the papyrus on top of the improvised adhesive.

That done, I sat back on my porcelain chair and settled in for a long bout of waiting. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep. Even mighty Carter Kane, head of the Brooklyn House could settle down for a nap every now and again.

Upon waking from the slumber I glanced at my watch as I stretched my stiff limbs- I don't ever recommend sleeping on a toilet. 10:23. As quietly as I could, I unlatched the stall door, listening for a good minute. Assuring myself that there was no security guard nor janitor in the vicinity, I exited the restroom, slinking my way back to the Ancient Egyptian exhibition.

Unlocking the storage door with a simple spell, I walked through the small stack of boxes and crates until I came upon the small chest with the red aura. I reached into the Duat and produced my khopesh, gripping the hilt as I undid the brass clasp. I took a deep breath, preparing myself to face whatever horrors may emerge from the chest.

I flung open the lid. Looked inside. And said, "You can't be serious."

Cradled in a pile of reeds and green packing peanuts was a golden egg almost as big as my chest. It's polished surface gleamed under the emergency lights, the soft sheen marred only by a small hieroglyph that resembled some kind of bird. A crane, or a heron, perhaps.

Holstering my sword, I reached inside and lifted the golden egg out of it's container, marveling at how light it was. Some part of my mind reasoned it must've been hollow, otherwise the solid gold elliptic object would've weighed a ton. Relic in hand- as it was much too large to try to secure in my satchel- I exited the storage unit, pleased that the recovery had gone unhindered.

I should've known that things were never that easy when the Kanes were involved.

As I reentered the exhibit, I found myself facing down the orange-shirted Camper Boy. For a second I wondered where his girlfriend was. Then my gaze noticed that he now he had a sword. A very long, sharp looking sword. Currently he was leaning against the glass case of a pottery display, the tip of his sword pointing towards the floor. He looked up as I exited, sea-green eyes narrowing as they saw the object within my grasp.

"Stealing?" He seemed genuinely surprised. "That's new. Normally your kind focuses on killing, not thievery."

I frowned. By 'your kind' I assumed he meant monsters, in which case he must be a magician. The thing was, I'd met most of the magicians in the North American nomes, and I'd never seen this guy before. Everything about him seemed… un-Egyptian. "I'm not a monster. And I'm not stealing." I replied, moving my hand to the hilt of my khopesh.

"Oh?" Camper Boy glanced pointedly at the relic, "So you're not talking that golden globe without permission?"

He had a point. "I prefer the term 'repossession'. Who are you anyway? Why were you following me around?" I began circling towards the door, if I could distract him long enough, I might be able to escape.

Camper Boy pushed away from the display case, moving to cut me off, "Name's Percy Jackson." He declared, as if he had said he was Kim Kardashian and expected me to know who he was. "And I specialize in hunting your kind."

"I'm not a monster." I repeated.

"Never said you were." Percy shrugged. "But when one of Kronos' rogue demigod lackeys pops up to cause trouble, we usually try to stop them. You, in this instance."

Most of what Camper Boy had just said made no sense. One thing that was clear, however, was that he wasn't going to just let me walk out with the relic. "Look," I said. "I really don't have time for this. And I really don't want to hurt you so please-"

He laughed. It wasn't an evil 'Muahaha, you are mine' kind of laugh, but more of a 'did you really just say that?' chortle. "Sorry," Percy said. "But you won't be hurting anyone. Let alone me."

Before I could respond, the golden egg was wrenched from my grasp by some invisible force. I gaped as it hovered in the air at chest height, then watched it slowly move towards Percy. I had no idea what kind of magic he was using, but I couldn't let him take the relic.

I held out my hand and cried, "Tati'ili!" Watching as the resulting hieroglyphs burned gold in the air before me: Come to me.

The egg jerked away from Percy and back into my outstretched arms.

"What the-?" The feminine voice seemed to emerge from where the egg had been just moments ago; Camper Boy's expression of shock matched the spoken sentiment. I frowned at the feminine voice, lowering my gaze into the Duat to see blue symbols hovering in the shape of a girl. The markings weren't Egyptian, however, but some other ancient language. When I looked again from the real world, there was no one there. She's invisible, I realized, now knowing why I hadn't seen the blond.

I made a dash for the exit while Percy was still stumped, but my movement seemed to snap him out of his daze. He ran after me, easily gaining with his athletic build. Not that I wasn't fit, I'd spent the last few years fighting monsters and Egyptian gods and playing basketball with Khufu and his baboons (baboons don't mess around when it comes to hoops). But Camper Boy caught up with me as I neared the central staircase, discarding his sword in favor of tackling me to the ground.

I fell.

Thankfully, gravity pulled me down before I could tumble down the stone steps. Unfortunately, upon impacting the ground, I lost my grip on the golden egg and it rolled over the edge of the top step. As if someone had paused our fight, Percy and I watched as the egg tumbled down the flight of stairs, hearing the sickening crack as if finally came to a rest at the bottom.

From our vantage, I could see the deep chasm that had spread like a spiderweb throughout the surface of the relic. Every bone in my body was screaming DANGER! I knew from experience that breaking magical items was never a good idea. They usually tended to explode if mishandled.

Luck for us, this one simply turned to ash before our eyes.

And then it spontaneously combusted.

Fin. Thanks for reading!

Please comment, critique and review.

I wrote this on a whim, I was browsing through the PJO/TKC crossovers and couldn't find one that really captured the spirit of Riordan's original series (though, to be fair I didn't have time to read all 860-some-odd of them so there may be a gold nugget out there) and so I decided to try and write my own. Yay!

That being said, I'm not sure if I plan to continue this. I have another fanfiction I've been working tirelessly on, and as previously stated, this was just an idea I mulled around for the better part of five hours before deciding to write. So I currently don't have much of a plot sketched out nor a timeline for posting new chapters.

If you, as a reader, decide you want to see this continued, drop me a quick review so that I know. If not, thanks for reading anyway! Feel free to critique to your hearts content, good or bad or otherwise. If I do continue with the story I'll try to incorporate more characters than just the main four (Percy, Annabeth, Carter, and Sadie).

Additionally, if you leave a review (and I end up writing another chapter) I will reply to any questions or comments you may have had from the previous chapter. Authors promise.

-Ardoa88

p.s. I do not live in NY and have only been to Manhattan once. So I apologize if any of my descriptions about locations are inaccurate. I've been (and will continue to be) relying on the Google for most of the descriptions.

p.p.s. Ancient Egyptian translations: Per Ankh = House of Life, Tati'ili = Come to me