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(Timothy's Point of View)

Sally sighed and gave me a nod, "You are right Timothy, finish eating, and I will take you to the museum."

I smiled slightly and said, "Thank you Mrs. Jackson."

She smiled and gave me a nod and then said to me in a kind tone, "You're welcome Timothy, and please call me Sally or mom."

I gave her a nod as I said, "As you wish Sally." I sighed as I shook my head trying to keep my head out of the gutter as I thought, 'I am older than you, mommy.' I blushed at the thought but luckily no one seemed to notice that.

I frowned and asked Sally, "Sally, I seem to remember a motorcycle."

She smiled and said, "Yeah… you have one, you never said anything more than, it was gift from your grandfather."

I asked her softly, "And where might my motorcycle be?"

Sally signed softly and answered my question by saying to me, "It is in a storage unit about a block away from here." Sally got up and said, "I will take you there before we go to the Museum."

I grinned like a child on Christmas morning excited to open his presents.

She smiled at me and shook her head, "I have not seen you smile like this before, but it looks good on you."

I blushed and gave her a nod but said nothing more.

I walked back upstairs and went into my room and went into my closet, I put on the bullet proof vest as I put under my leather jacket, I found a helmet slash mask, it looked eerily similar to a skull crossed with a beakless owl (Looks similar to the Reaper's mask from Overwatch). I smirked at it as it stared back blankly at me, I saw my backpack, I threw in the shotguns and the dagger as well as a jet black cloak.

I hummed softly as I jogged back down stairs to where Sally and Percy leaving the home and were climbing into the Maserati. I jogged and climbed into the back seat while Percy rode shotgun.

A few minutes later we arrived at the storage place, Sally went through her purse and muttered, "I know it is in here somewhere…"

I asked her, "What?"

She replied a few seconds later, "The key and number of where your Motorcycle is."

I hummed softly and gave her a nod as I said, "I think I have an idea of where it is, it will either be the first one or the last one, or something like that, downstairs if there is one here."

Sally had a thoughtful look on her face as she drove in, she drove be several lanes of them, but soon she stopped when she was in the back of the lot, there was an Omega sign on one of the doors, I could feel magic coming from it, I knew this was where I left it.

I made sure I had my backpack on my back as I said to Percy and Sally, "Go on, I will catch up…" I paused and then added, "…actually I might go through this stuff and see if I can't jog any memories."

Sally gave me a nod and said, "Okay Timothy."

Percy sighed and said, "You better not be late."

I chuckled softly and said, "And you better not get into trouble kid."

He pouted and said, "It is not my fault that things happen to me!"

I snorted and rolled my eyes fondly as I said, "Whatever you say buddy. I will see you in a couple hours."

Sally smiled at our interaction as she said, "I hope to see you in a couple of weeks when school gets out."

I smiled and said, "And I hope you get your book published soon. Farewell Miss Jackson, until next time we meet."

Sally shook her head fondly as she drove off.

I unlocked the lock to the storage unit, and opened the door revealing it was mostly empty.

In the middle was a black tarp, I slowly pulled it off, revealing what was underneath, underneath the tarp was a Motorcycle, the Motorcycle was all black with a chrome skull with two Greek Fire Green eyes burning like emeralds. The front wheel was smooth it looked almost bald, but it was not, I knew it was designed that way. It looked like a chain was connecting the front wheel to the rest of the bike, but it was so, it was welded together and was enchanted to be stronger than it looked. The seat looked like to be made up of a chrome covered spine as I looked it over. I hummed softly as I looked at the handle bars, they appeared to be made of human ribs dipped in silver. (It looks similar to Ghost Rider's Motorcycle from Nicolas Cage's movie)

I gave a low whistle admiring the Motorcycle I climbed onto it and started the engine, it purred to life as I revved the engine. I grinned as I placed the shotgun in the holsters near the base of the engine, they were a perfect fit. I put the dagger in a sheath and put in the front of my boot as to give me a pair of makeshift greaves that protected my right shin.

I smiled as it seemed to fit there well and there was not much of anything that could be noticed.

I looked around and saw that there really were not much in there, except for some papers, I walked to them and glanced at them, they were sketches of some sort of armor and shield, but I knew that shields really, really were not my thing.

I sighed and gathered all of the papers put them in a folder as I then put them into a binder that I put into my backpack.

I took out my helmet and slung the backpack onto my back as I rolled it out of the storage unit, I looked around making sure that I did leave anything important behind, once I was satisfied, I closed the door behind me and locked the door.

I laughed like a maniac as I put on my helmet as I revved the engine and did a wheelie as I peeled out of there burning rubber as I did so.

(Line Break)

(Time Skip: Thirty Minutes Later)

(Location: Museum)

(Timothy's Point of View)

I parked my new favorite vehicle in the parking lot, I saw Percy standing next to Grover, one of his best friends and the other roommate, he smells like a goat, no offence to him. Grover was African American, a dark chocolate brown, he wore a beanie on his head. He had crutches and a doctor's note that allowed him to miss gym, but I still see him running on enchilada day.

I slowly walked towards them, not making any sound, Percy looked over his shoulder when I got about ten feet away, he smiled and said to me, "Hey Timothy, how are you?"

I gave him a small smile and replied by saying, "I am well, I think I found my new favorite ride." I gestured with my head pointing where I had parked it.

Percy's mouth dropped open as he took a few moments to recover before he finally stated, "Sick ride bro! Can I take on a joy ride?!"

I said flatly, "No. My baby."

Percy pouted again looking like a baby seal, I gave him a deadpanned look and said drily, "When has that ever worked on me?"

After a few more seconds he sighed and said, "Never… but there is always a first time for everything."

I snorted and said, "Only if your life depended on it would I allow you to take my Motorcycle on a ride."

Percy sighed and said, "Fine."

I chuckled softly and asked, "Where is the rest of the class or school?"

Grover answered me when he said, "I had permission from Mister Brunner to come early."

I gave him a nod and said thoughtfully, "Okay, but when will they be here?"

Grover shrugged and said, "In maybe a half an hour at most, maybe five minutes at least."

I shrugged and said, "Anyone hungry? I am buying lunch before they get here."

Percy grinned a shark like grin as he said, "Great, I am starving."

I looked to Grover and he seemed to be nervous about something, but before he could answer I head the sound of a bus horn, I turned around and saw the bus had just pulled up.

I chuckled and said, "Sorry mate, looks like we are having lunch later instead of second breakfast now."

Percy huffed annoyed but gave me a nod.

A few minutes later the bus was unloaded and there was a middle-aged male in a wheelchair, he looked familiar, as if I knew him from somewhere. Next to him was an older lady that seemed to have leather for skin. She had a blood red purse and I could sense power rolling off of her.

I smirked as I walked to them, The woman gave me a slight nod of her head, the man in the wheel chair extended his hand as he said to me, "You gave us quite the scare, we thought you were going to die."

I chuckled dryly and said, "You ought to know that I am harder to kill than that…" I paused and then said, "Though my memory is more fragile… I can't seem to remember either of you." As I shook his hand.

The wheelchair bound man said to me, "I am Mr. Brunner."

The woman said in a hoarse voice, "I am Miss Dobbs."

I gave them a nod and shook both of their hands, a thought popped into my head, 'They are not human, kill them.' I shook my head as I said, "Pleasure to meet both of you again."

They both gave me a nod before they waved me off.

I saw Percy and Nancy fighting, I growled as I moved quickly, I said once I got there in a deep growling voice, "Pray tell me that you are not going to fight."

Percy and Nancy both spun around seeing me towering above them.

Nancy paled so bad that her freckles stood out, I narrowed my eyes as I said, "Be gone Boba Fett."

She scampered away quickly tripping over herself trying to get away from me.

I sighed and looked to Percy as I said to him, "Percy, how many times do I have to tell you. Walk away from the fight."

Percy sighed and looked down as he said, "I do not remember how many times you told me."

I sighed again and ruffled his hair as I said, "Next time try not to get into a fight."

Percy rolled his eyes and said, "Whatever you say Mr. Grim."

I arched my eyebrow at him prompting him to answer my unspoken question.

Percy blushed and said, "You used to be quiet and grim. So, we called you Tim the Grim…"

I sighed and shook my head and said, "Whatever Perce, just try not to annoy me."

Percy gave me a cheeky grin but said nothing, I knew he was going to do something that we both would regret.

Soon we entered the Museum and began the tour.

I stayed in the back and listened to some heavy metal. I nodded along with the beat of the song.

A few minutes later we stopped in front of a painting, it was the one of Kronos eating his children and of how Zeus was replaced by a rock that the King of the Titians ate, it took several centuries before Zeus lead a rebellion against the cruel Titian Lord of Time, it took a long time, but eventually the gods won the war and they became the Olympians.

I looked around and saw people were looking at me, I pulled out my ear buds and asked, "What?"

Mr. Brunner said, "That is correct."

I blushed and said, "Sorry I did not realize I was speaking out loud."

He waved me off.

Percy gave me a thumbs up, I rolled my eyes but smiled at him, before I put my ear buds back in.

We saw several more paintings, sculptures and other 'art' but of course I hardly paid attention.

About another hour later until we took a break to have some lunch, I looked around and saw a McDonalds, I shrugged and said, "Come one Perse, Grover, let's get some hot food." I pointed to the fast food joint.

The three of us quickly walked that way not wanting to waste too much time.

A few minute later we had ordered our meals and were walking back, I had two triple meat and triple cheese burgers with an extra-large fries and a frosty. Percy had two double meat double cheese burgers. Grover had two fries and some soda.

We walked back to the school group, I shrugged when there were a few kids looking at us with envy, they should have brought money so they could have bought their own food or bring their own food.

Nancy glared at us as she marched up to us, she grabbed Percy's fries and the water lashed out at her pulling her into the fountain. She shrieked "Percy pushed me into the water!"

Out of nowhere, Miss Dobbs appeared, she grabbed Percy by the arm and began to pull him along.

I stayed behind for a few moments before I stealthy followed them, I bent down and pulled up my pants leg and took out the dagger once I was out of view of everyone.

A few moments later I saw that Mrs. Dobbs had turned into a bat-like creature. I used the darkness to shadow step behind Percy. I said darkly "At ease Alecto. Percy is not guilty of being a thief."

Alecto bowed before me and said, "Young Master… but Lord of the Underworld believes that he maybe the thief, he just used his power."

"He did not know what he was doing. The water reacted according to its master." I replied.

Percy asked loudly and nervously, "What the heck is going on here?!"

I looked to Miss Dobbs and said, "I lost my memory, can you use the Mist to help smooth things over?"

She smirked and gave me a nod as she said, "That can be arranged."

Alecto clapped her hands and like the wind it spread out from her, she disappeared into the shadows taking me with her.

A few moments later Percy came out of the Museum looking confused. I waved him over to Grover and myself.

Miss Dobbs walked to us and said to Percy, "Swear on the Styx that you are not the Thief."

Percy said slowly, "Uh… okay… I Percy Jackson swears on the Styx I am not the thief…"

Thunder boomed from under ground, sealing the oath.

Miss Dobbs looked shocked but quickly schooled her face as she gave us a nod and left us.

I sighed and shook my head as I said, "That was much too close for comfort."

Percy looked to me and asked me, "What the heck is going on here? Why is everything going crazy?"

Grover and I ignored him for the time being.

Soon the tour was over, and everyone piled onto the bus except for Percy and myself, I walked to my Motorcycle and got on, Percy got behind me and hugged my torso as he hung on as I began the drive back to Yancy.