Author's Note: Okay, I know this has been done a lot, but I just wanted to give it a try, seeing as I find these stories interesting. Please don't be mean and write bad reviews, because you yourselves hate it when someone does that to you, so just imagine yourselves with other people also. And understand, that we aren't robots which have no feelings (though I'm pretty sure robots have some feelings. If not, then in the coming centuries they will. Mark my words, readers. This will be the beginning of the Robots Have Feelings Too revolution).
All that drama aside. On with the intro.
Ta-da!
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Title Of The Story: Generations Merged : Reading The Lightning Thief
Author Of The Story: GoddessOfSweetness-Me
Series This Work Belongs To: Generations Merged
Fandom: Percy Jackson
Time Setting: Next Generation, 2033
Characters From The Books: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Nico di Angelo, Thalia Grace, Jason Grace, Piper McLean, Leo Valdez, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Chiron, and other campers, depending on who I think should have the honor of being mentioned in this story.
Original Characters: Anthony Frederick Jackson, Krysiela Sally Jackson, Hayden Travis Stoll(mentioned), Skylar Lukas Grace(mentioned), Samuel Confianz Valdez(mentioned), Emily Mariah Zhang(mentioned), Jessica Thalia Grace(mentioned)
Summary:
The Jacksons are known for creating problems. Trouble loves them. And it seems, that even though her children are very smart, even Annabeth Jackson cannot prevent them from getting themselves into trouble.
It was all Krysiela's fault. If she hadn't snooped around in his room, they wouldn't have to clean the attic. And if they hadn't been cleaning the attic, they wouldn't have found the books. And they wouldn't have opened the first one.
Why did Anthony ever, ever, trust her to be right? Now all because of her they had ended up in this crappy place of the past. Okay... it was his fault also. Being the older one of the two, it was his duty to keep her in track. (And in the background said girl is screaming, 'I'm just younger by two minutes, god dammit!').
But, here they are, in the past, reading about their father's escapades, having no clue as to how to get back. Only time will tell...
Disclaimer: All characters (other than my own) belong to Rick Riordan, and all mythological figures belong to the Greek people (actually gods don't belong to anyone). No money is made from this work. Nothing at all, except for money in the form of reviews, review-ers, favourite-ers, and followers.
GENERATIONS MERGED
Reading The Lightning Thief
Prologue: Books Thrill But Kill
Annabeth Jackson sighed. It was just another day in the Jackson household, the twins screaming at each other, Percy nowhere to be found, and Annabeth having to listen to the kids having a screaming match, while trying to finish up her report on the works of HDAS (Homeless Demigod Aiding Society). Once again.
"Krysiela! Get your ass out of my room!" came Anthony's voice, coupled with a few objects falling and Krysiela laughing hysterically.
Huh, another crazy day, Annabeth's mind supplied.
Suddenly, the entire house quietened, almost as if holding its breath, waiting for the moment to shatter. Then-
"KRYSIELA JACKSON, I WILL KILL YOU!" Anthony roared.
Krysiela ran down the stairs, Anthony following her with a murderous intent in his eyes, clutching what looked to be a fragment of the fountain that that been gifted to him on his ninth birthday, because you never know when you may need to Iris Message someone.
"Krys, stop bothering your brother! And Tony, calm down! Tell me, whats the matter?" Percy Jackson said, walking in through the front door.
"Finally you're here, Percy. Tell your children to stop screaming their lungs out. I can't concentrate!" Annabeth pleaded, "Seriously, your daughter is just like you, always annoying her brother! And that is not a compliment!"
Percy smiled. It still struck them with surprise sometimes, to know how much their kids had inherited from them. Anthony Frederick Jackson, a black haired sixteen year old with stormy grey eyes, was the smartest person in Camp Half Blood, equally talented at close combat. And viper-tongued Krysiela Sally Jackson, twin sister of Anthony Jackson, was deadly with her sword. Though being viper-tongued was a result of hanging out with Aunt Thalia and the hunters too much, whenever they came to camp.
"Dad," Anthony whined, "Krys once again broke into my room, and broke my fountain."
"Is that true, my dear?" Percy inquired, turning toward Krys, who suddenly looked the epitome of innocence. Shrugging, she replied, "Well... I asked for his permission. But when he didn't reply, I realized he wasn't there. So I went in." she smiled sweetly.
Annabeth narrowed her eyes, her daughter had certainly picked that up from her father. She knew how to get out of trouble. And it didn't help that people absolutely adored her. Even looking past her sarcasm and insults.
"And I was just sitting on his bed, waiting for him to come. I didn't even touch a fly." Krys continued, once again with that smile.
"So how the hell did I walk into my room to see you snooping around in my drawers?" Anthony demanded, crossing his arms.
"Mom, guess what!" Krys turned towards Annabeth, holding out some papers that Anthony was sure were his blueprints for buildings, "I made this! How is it?"
Annabeth smiled, shaking her head. "Krysiela, do you really think I can't tell your work apart from your brother?"
Anthony smirked, "See? Mom knows who the real devil is. Now give me back my papers, and clean up that mess you made in my room."
"Anthony, don't call your sister a devil." Annabeth reprimanded.
"Yeah," Percy nodded, "Don't confuse your sister with Nico."
Face palming, Annabeth spoke, "Whatever Percy, isn't he coming over for dinner tonight, anyways?"
"Yeah."
"Mom..." Anthony begged, "Please tell Krys to clean my room?"
"No Anthony, you have to do it yourself." Annbeth said sternly, "I know what you get up to in camp, running around with Hayden, Skylar and Sam and . Consider this a punishment for that prank you pulled last summer."
"Why now, mom? That was, as you said, last summer! And Krys always annoys me at camp, with Emily and Jess."
"I already made her organize my files, alphabetically, last week. I'm not letting her do your work for you. You should know how she is and take care of your stuff." Annabeth said.
"Ha! Beat that, brother dear. Mom loves me more! And so does dad, don't you dad?" Krys snickered.
"It's not fair..." Anthony pouted.
"Life's not fair. Learn to deal with it." his sister shot back.
"But, you both have to clean the attic. Together. Sharing equal responsibilities. Neither of you is going to get off scott free." Percy declared with an air of finality, smirking.
"Damn, Jackson. You're evil." Nico di Angelo's dry voice was heard deadpanning (no pan intended).
And so was Percy shriek (very manly, mind you).
Anthony sighed, "It's all because of you sis. If you hadn't created all that chaos, we would have been chillin' out with Nico."
"Well you didn't have to go running to mom, I would have anyways cleaned it up." Krysiela muttered, while sorting out some old clothes in the attic.
"No you wouldn't have." Anthony glared, who was shuffling through some books.
Some minutes passed in silence.
"Hey! Check this out!" Anthony exclaimed.
"What?" Krysiela was by his side in an instant, glad to be free from those musty rags.
"These books..." Anthony mumbled, frowning. "Their titles..."
Snatching the books out of her brother's hands, Krys examined the covers. "Wait," she said slowly," they have dad's name on them."
"Read out the titles." Anthony said, curiosity getting the better of him.
Rolling her eyes, Krysiela read out, "Percy Jackson And The Lightning Thief, Percy Jackson And The Sea Of Monsters, Percy Jackson And The Titan's Curse, Percy Jackson And The Battle Of The Labyrinth, Percy Jackson And The Last Olympian. And then there are some others: The Lost Hero, The Son Of Neptune, The Mark Of Athena, The House Of Hades, and the Blood Of Olympus. And, The Demigod Files and The Demigod Diaries."
"You know what, I think these are about mom and dad's adventures when they were in camp." Anthony mused, "Like, Son Of Neptune, and Mark Of Athena. And also, Nico's House Of Hades."
"Well duh, genius. What else do you think these books are about. Mom and dad cooking, or Thalia learning to shoot, or your beloved Sam's dad Uncle Leo catching fire*?" Krysiela snorted.
Anthony blushed. "Shut up! Idiot..."
Krysiela grinned, "Yeah, yeah. Cover up your embarrassment by calling me an idiot. Let's read them, we've already done a lot. Mom wouldn't mind if we take a break."
Excitedly, Anthony picked up the book on top of the pile, "You're right. I'm curious. Percy Jackson And The Lightning Thief."
"First, I'm always right," tossing her hair behind her shoulder, his sister bragged, snatching the book out of Anthony's hand," And second, I'm reading it out first."
"Fine! I'm curious, as I said. Open the damn book!" Anthony exclaimed.
Krysiela opened the book...
...And that, was just one of their many mistakes, which come with being a part of the Jackson family.
*Catching fire reference taken from the Hunger Games.
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