Hey readers! Jellie here with the rewrite of my first Percy Jackson and Alex Rider crossover fic! I first wrote this around three years ago, and lets just say my writing really has drastically improved since that first chapter. I can't say when the story itself will finish, but better now than never to post these updates. Have fun reading, and don't forget to review!

Olympus Throne Room

"Are you suggesting that my only son isn't safe?"

The roar that had burst from Hades mouth had stunned the loud hubbub of arguments into a thin layer of whispers. In his fury, the obsidian eyes beheld by a pale face twinkled; twinkled with the burning flame of lost souls. Furiously, no less.

"Peace brother," Zeus hushed quickly, "It has been raised to our attention that there may be faults in the weakening border of the camp, and that this has put some Demi-Gods at risk." The collected way in which he responded to his elder brother was rather out of character for the normally hot-headed King of Olympus; he was known for losing his delicate temper and rising to any (or not in his case) confrontation.

Apollo glanced at his sister; Artemis' brow was ever so slightly unperfected by a crease in her brow that had appeared when Zeus first brought up the topic at hand, "Father, which Demi-Gods are at risk?" The God asked, almost nervously.

"My son. Thalia, Daughter of Zeus, Nico, son of Hades, Piper, daughter of Aphrodite, Leo, son of Hephaestus, Annabeth, daughter of Athena and an unclaimed child; Alex Rider." Poseidon answered for his brother, a bone tight grip on his trident that would've easily snapped any other metal: his distress? Percy, his son, always seemed to be at the centre of complications.

"A child of Aphrodite?" Ares exclaimed incredulously, half laughing. His jaw snapped shut with an audible click at the murderous glare his girlfriend was sending him.

"My daughter," Aphrodite ground, sitting up straighter and glowing an angry shade of pink, is the most powerful life force of my children in thousands of years. How dare you laugh."

Athena thought for a moment before interrupting the two; "7 demi-gods, all of the age of 7. The youngest Demi-gods at the camp?" She asked, tone hinting at her suspicious thoughts. The thought was mutual; it did seem quite conveniently coincidental.

"The Fates?" Hermes suggested openly, a murmur of agreements echoing round the vast and intricately decorated room.

"Aye, probably. The thing is, what we will do to protect these Demi-Gods. We cannot bring them to Olympus for it is too much interference." Zeus frowned. He wanted his daughter Thalia to be as safe as she could possibly be; safe on Olympus where no one could touch her.

Apollo's head snapped up, a smile on his face. "I've got an idea!" He exclaimed. Artemis rolled her eyes but she seemed interested by what her brother had to say.

"Do tell," Athena muttered.

Apollo grinned more; "I think we need to bring in a certain SAS unit," he suggested, just a hint of the ludicrous idea shining in his bright blues.